Smokin

Tonight we smoked a huka (spelling? also, it was just tobacco this time, haha) and damn, that shit is good. It's quite the event to spark a night out.

Herding

Every once in a while, your job asks you to do something that makes you feel that you're really making a difference. Helping visitors find their way around, giving tips to freshmen and their parents, setting up for a red cross blood drive...all great. Today was different; I had to herd a squirrel. Yes, a beady-eyed, scraggly-ass gray crap nature squirrel. He decided today was the day to visit the art gallery in the Union. And the desk decided that Alex (with Cassandra as sidekick) was the man to call to remove him. The call, verbatim (as I remeber it) "Hey, Ops, ummmm, yeah, we have a SQUIRREL down here, and, ummm, I'm not really sure who to call, sooooo, uh, can you guys take care of that?" What the Fuck? Because obviously, We are qualified to take care of any building disturbance, including insane little furry animals that seem to have found their way into the fucking building. But, we didn't have shit to do besides read the Daily Tar Heel and go buy Diet Cokes at the student stores, so we rolled out. Evidently, herding squirrels isn't like herding cows. Cows are big, and relatively slow, and if you go behind them, they go the other way, like a logical animal. Squirrels react like running backs on cocaine; at you, away from you, juke left, spin move, hurtle the potted plant, across the chubby girl's backpack, over the chemistry kid's legs (still wearing headphones, quite startled) into the glass window, into the door, back from the door, and past me out the door (as I jumped to avoid him). Yes, Animal control is the next thing going on my resume. And no, I wasn't scared of the squirrel, he just startled me. Seriously, this was a scraggly squirrel; he wasn't healthy with a tail that looked like a cheap wal-mart toliet brush.

Hicktown

So in case you didn't know, I took it up to Sparta this weekend. Just a few stats: 61-0 (the asskicking that Elkin High gave Alleghany High friday) 7-5 (the bizarre game that UNC "dominated" UVa in saturday) and of course, 6-3 (the goddamn score of the Alabama lucky-as-hell game Tennessee lost because of a stupid fumble by the fullback, can we say act-of-god?) In Sparta, all the magic happens. Magic like Dan, Grant, Sippi, and Ryan camping at stone mtn state park, only to get locked out of the campsite. Thus ensued a 1.4 mile hike with full equipment, and a grillfest over open flames; flames as a result of burning ridiculous amounts of bundled firewood. Discoveries? Why yes, such as the discovery that Grant can't start a damn fire, that eggshells will burn (and pop and generally kickass when in the flames) and if you want to put out a fire, you HAVE to take a piss on it (but watch out for that steam). Yes, I also tailgated at the aforementioned Alleghany high game. Justin West provided the burgers, Craig bullins provided the buns, Rex Hart was the token sketchy old guy, and I was there smoking up a storm. Yeah, I smoked alot this weekend. Sorry for those who hate it, but damn, Sparta basically requires the consumption of some sort of addictive substance; beer and caffeine didn't cut it. Anyone that has any imput on Law schools to apply to, let me know; I'm basically shooting in the dark trying to pick a few.

Four pictures that sum up this weekend.

Here we go again

Like the damn seasons, time for midterm examinations comes again. And it rolls hard, like it grew up on the streets fist-fighting for its dinner and getting kicked in the head by its dad every day. Then it decided to say fuck that old man, and got the hell out when it was only 16, got some bitch from its junior-high pregnant, and had to start robbing gas stations to stay alive. Then it got busted when a job went bad, did some hard time (maybe folsom prison), and came back on job placement for ex-cons to my town. And right off the bat, we didn't get along. Maybe it was all the diet coke and the late night pizza; they don't have DVR and HBO HD in prison. Needless to say, I'm fucked. And this is a figurative fucked, because even though it went to prison, Midterms will not make me its bitch. Besides, I don't really have a pretty face.

I'd like to

Eventually, I would like to work out some sort of daily routine that allows me to take a jagerbomb sometime before class, or maybe post-class pre-meetings/homework, just to get me over the hump. Also, our football team made me sad this weekend. Also, I have 2 midterms this week, pledge beach, then another midterm. See why I need to start drinking? No? Well fuck you. You are insensitive to the hefty load placed on my shoulders. Perhaps I will resume my habit of smoking. Then, using smoking as an excuse, I can start drinking 2 or 3 cups of coffee a day. Then, using coffee as an excuse, I can start eating pizza constantly. Then...well, I'll probably die. But goddamn, at least I won't lose 69-14.

Obviously, things didn't go our way.

The Jesse Holley Offense

Another week goes by, and I like these kids more and more. But who is the most important element?

such a short post

Who are we to judge the worth of tools
so pressed into such dire service?
Those ugly, or alluring,
ones rough-hewn or well crafted?
Why ask the beauty of the hammer
so long as it can drive the nail?