The week of hellness has finally drawn to a close, and I re-emerge, alive after 3 tests in less than 24 hours. Objectively, I can say this semester is more work than I anticipated. Subjectively, I think it's bullshit, but I picked the classes, so I am the only one to blame. However, that is not to say this week has sucked all around. Let's be real, Marvin scored 20 points WITH the flu, Noel brought out the dunkness that he has been hiding for about a year, and it turns out that Jessie Holley can hit the 3 (if he banks the hell out of it.) As for good times, Intramural basketball is not quite at the level we would like for it to be. It's fun to play, but Team X we are not. I've come to appreciate that perhaps basketball is not the sport to get a championship in. Maybe it's time for innertube water polo. If you doubt the random qualities that growing up in alleghany county imparts, I have three examples of it for good measure. 1st-Karen tries to tell me that she feels going to the CAA tournament would be as much, if not more fun than going to florida for spring break. 2nd-Lise IM's me at what had to be 7am, commenting on the blog (which I greatly appreciated) but making me wonder how anyone could be up that early and on AIM. 3rd-and perhaps the most random of all, is mr. Robert Banks' persisting dream of the Car CD player for the red rocket. Not only has this been going on since senior year of high school, it seems that every few weeks I recieve an IM with links to new players, asking my opinion. Never a purchase. Ever. This is the same guy who make the lake and Williamsburg promises, and we all saw how well that turned out. All kinds of hell was stirred up today by the new Co-Ed magazine, which used a room in the Union to take a photo shoot of girls for its magazine spread. We managed to procure a copy of said magazine for the office, and I must say, I have never seen a magazine more dedicated to college age males. An article about spring break places, 4 different college girl spreads, a section on College Basketball, and funniest of all, a add stating "B.Y.O.T.-bring your own Trojan" It's an instant classic. As for me, I'll be working the late night party in the union tonight, so all I'll be doing is downing diet pepsi and stolen alpine coffee, but that's what you gotta do to get paid.
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