More Willie.
The past five days have seen the least amount of blogging that I have ever done I think. I have my reasons. Some of my best friends that I hadn’t seen in a long time were in town. High school friends, college friends...we had a packed house. Actually houses. The condo I paid rent at was full up along with my “2nd apartment.” People on couches, people on the floor, air-mattresses...any conceivable way to sleep.
Due to the 2/3 of a handle of one bottle of vodka, 1/2 of the other bottle, the bottle of Jager, multiple 40’s, games of beer pong, cans of Red Bull, tonic, Code Red Mountain Dew, and multiple limes that were consumed between Friday evening and Saturday morning, most of the events are just blurs or nonexistent. Most events just don’t retain their glory when recounted the next day anyway. Usually we at least get a few good pictures, but the only one that I have recovered so far is this one:
This was taken at around 3am...I think. Right before his air mattress was inflated on top of him. Anyone want to guess who this is? Maybe I should just give his initials. Gabriel Richard Schultz.
Listen to this song. Pay attention to the chorus. Then imagine 6 drunks chanting it for at least an hour. In the car. At the party. Outside Waffle House.
Thank you Sacha Cohen.
There was also an unusual amount of animosity between people at the View apartments. Before we went out, a bottle of Crown was stolen, a water bottle was launched into the side of a truck and girls were irate at each other. Unfortunately no clothes were lost.
Sometime early Saturday morning, we decided to pull up the shades and make fun of some dumb ass freshmen neighbors. This resulted in a freshman with a serious rage problem trying to jump over the deck fence, tripping, and landing in a bag full of trash. In turn, we pointed, laughed, and continued to insult this kid’s intelligence and egg on his rage issues. He yelled so loud that his words were unintelligible and another group of neighbors came out on their balcony to laugh and point too. This kid seriously needs a psychiatrist. I don’t know who he was...maybe he had Napoleon complex, a steroid rage, or just really bad chemical imbalance, but I’ve never seen anyone so mad in my entire life. I enjoy taking pleasure in other peoples’ problems from time to time. And this was definitely one of those times.
Unrelated to the weekends events. My “Choke Me” design some how got approved on Threadless.com. What does that mean? It means you need to vote! Apparently some people think it is distasteful, etc, etc....Which would make it even better to stick it to those ultra sensitive tools if it won and was printed.
Click there, give it a 5, and click the money symbol above the numbers (gives it a higher score). Also, if you’re feeling really friendly, leave a comment about how great it is to rebut all the nay-sayers.
That’s about it. Big week of tests and projects before we set off on our week-long road trip from Auburn to Miami on Friday. If anyone lives along the way and wants to party or put up three guys for the night, offers are being taken.
Who’s this? Read on to find out.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Weekend Thoughts. Wrap Up.
