I'm pissed.

Fuck this. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck this. Sorry I'm pissed. Ok so I'm pretty goddamned pissed. Like this little blog post I got going on is in between sets of trash I've been working on. So why am I so pissed.

It is Thursday night. Namely it is the Thursday night before Thanksgiving Break. And per floor ocho tradition, everyone gets way too much alcohol on the weekend before T-break. So much that we actually have to try to drink it all before T-break because we don't want our fridges stocked with liquor for a week. So I still have like over a fifth. Just waiting to be pounded. And don't think I haven't been chipping away at this stash of alcohol either, no I've been working on it Monday night, Wednesday night, and all last weekend. And I'm supposed to be drinking it now. But no. I'm not.

Instead, I'm sick. Of course it's my fault that I'm sick. Namely because of poor choices made on Monday, which were extended due to poor choices on Wednesday. Apparently getting shitfaced doesn't boost your immune system very much. So that's me right now, I feel like shit. And all I've wanted to do all day is sleep. But I had to do all my Air Force commitments. So after my Air Force crap was done, all I could think about is crawling into bed and having a good night's rest. But no. I'm not.

Instead, I have a fucking Ignite Presentation to do. Do you know what an Ignite Presentation is? No! Of course you don't. That's because it's the most ridiculous, counterproductive, bullshit method of exhibiting information. In case you don't know what it is, Ignite is where instead of doing the conventional "choose when your slide changes" technique of a briefing or presentation, you only have 20 seconds per slide and it switches slides once that 20 seconds is reached. Regardless of if you need to stop and embellish something, or if you want to make an additional note. No, fuck that this is retarded. Due to the airheads at the board of the UK english department (which doesn't even deserve proper capitalization) I have to do an Ignite Presentation. They act like I'm ever going to do one again in my life. Like in Corporate America they're doing fucking "ignite" presentations to the CFO's.

So that's the reason I'm pissed. The only two fucking things I wanna do right now are replaced with an ignite speech. I'm sorry. But that's trash. Ok brb, I'm gonna do a little bit more work on it so I can go to bed.

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Ok now that I'm kinda getting into this thing it's actually kinda interesting. It's more of an art form than a presentation, which still makes it stupid why we have to make one for a college composition class, but at least it's tolerable to some degree.

So yeah here's something that's been bugging me. At the beginning of this semester, even dating back to the conclusion of high school, I made an unwritten set of rules for myself for success. I never did write them down, I actually had kinda planned to make a poster or some shit out of them in order to keep me focused, but I never did. From what I can remember the rules went something like this:

1. Only party on Friday's and Saturdays.
2. Never drink in the dorm room.
3. Never skip class, no excuses.

Yeah like I said I don't remember all of them. But those were three of them. Needless to say I break two thirds of those rules at least once a week. Fortunately I don't make it a habit of skipping class, but there are indeed excuses now. So the whole point of that list of rules was to make sure my GPA was sky high. So here's the interesting part. My GPA is deans list, and I kinda party all the time. That's not right. Everyone else who parties all the time has shit grades. Not me. I have an involved social life and I still ace shit like chemistry. It's almost not fair. What gives me the uncanny ability to succeed at everything I do WHILE never missing a moment of fun? Furthermore, I have even more crap on my horizon than everybody else. While partying, while keeping good grades, I'm also possibly going to Kenya? Or China? Or Uzbekistan? If you add up every aspect of my dense life and lifestyle, it's like infinity compared to everyone else who has just as much (or less) fun than I do. Is that because life's not fair, and I got the good side? Or is it because I actually work so much harder than everyone else but just don't realize it. If it's the latter, then I really am better than a lot of people. Self-Actualization makes a person pretty damn invincible.

Well I'm gonna work a little bit more on this project. Writing that last section kinda made me stop bitching. While I'm working, please entertain yourself with these inspirational videos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6s75D6WIDug; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvtxOzO6OAE&feature=related;

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And I’m back. Yeah I totally half assed that. I was kind of getting into it in the middle there. But then it got to a point where I just did not give a fuck big enough to continue.

So the other night, while slightly intoxicated, I had a nice thought. Before I continue, you need to understand my comparison of Kirwan Tower to a ship. Hear me out. The bathrooms are small and cramped; so much so to the point where you have to do that move where you squish yourself together to maneuver sometimes. And the rooms are small. Storage becomes an art; everything has a place where it is out of the way. Where else are there such cramped conditions? A ship.

The elevators in Kirwan Tower are a fantastic tool to a single guy. I’m not even single and I still enjoy simply meeting the abundant amounts of people my age, girls included. At least once a day, I step into an elevator literally filled with girls. Zero guys, just like six or seven girls. And as often as I can, I make some comment just out of nowhere that makes everyone laugh. So where else do you have elevators chocked full with attractive teenage girls? A cruise ship.

Still not convinced Kirwan Tower is actually a nautical vessel? Well strap in for this stunning similarity! Of course while living here, I possess the ability to come and go as I please, whenever. However upon having guests checked into The Ocho, this changes. Once you check someone in, you have to check them out. Which is a pain in the ass. So it creates the illusion that you can’t come and go. When you’re with your buddies in Kirwan Tower, just relax there for a while. Where else is it difficult to come and go? A ship.

So this brings me back to the thought I had that night. Yeah, I was drinking, which probably helped bring this up. There was also a storm set to hit that night. There’s something amazing about being drunk during a storm. It’s like the receptors in your brain are tricked out of sensing any danger and all you feel is comfort by the loud noises and lights.

But GAMECHANGER there’s another great place to be while drunk. And as you probably could’ve guessed that place is a ship! The beauty of the ocean, the majestic wind, the gentle sways; all blurred by the partying you’ve been doing ON THE SHIP!

Which leads me to the culmination of this whole damn thing. What if, and this is a stretch, you were drunk on a boat in a thunderstorm. I just imagine that to be the most fun conditions in which to throw down. That party would be off the hook. Thunderstorming outside, raining tequila inside. Hell yeah. Fucking right.

Recently I've been striving for the best dorm room possible. Jamal and I actually already have the best dorm room on the floor; with two TV's, Xbox, PS3, and a bopping sound system, we really have outdone ourselves. It's typically the "go-to" room when the floor is in the mood to party. Both videogames go on, as does the music. However, there is something that would actually remove our room from Kirwan Tower because it's physically just too awesome. It's two words that would revolutionize my Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. Dance floor. I'll say it again. Dance floor. And it wouldn't be hard at all. Let me explain. 

In my hefty amounts of parties I've attended, I've been observing ways to produce similar upshots. One thing I've noticed is there are a few things necessary for a kick-ass dance floor to break out. Obviously you need an even ratio of drunk girls to drunk guys. Next you need music, like music specifically made to make people dance. Finally, you need what appears to be the final reagent. A light show. Like all the lights off, except some party lights that move and make everyone look 15 times sexier.

So guess what I'm gonna buy.

http://www.amazon.com/Instapark%C2%AE-Green-Laser-Stage-Lighting/dp/B0046R5NMS/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1321591353&sr=8-5

I'm gonna buy that. And it's gonna be STUPID-ILL. Coming soon...

Anyway I'm going to bed. Thanksgiving break coming up. Something to look forward to. Until next time...