Last Saturday was the first MSU Bobcats football game this year and with the new addition on the half stadium thing we got going on here.
I've never been that drunk at a football game before. It was a great time. The roommates and I started chants, made friends with anyone nearby, and just acted a fool in general.
To be honest it might be easily one of the more fun games I've ever been too. Plus they won. So it was free drinks down at a local 'Country' bar/club/thing from 10-11 that night.
Sooooo yeah, it got pretty free. If you know what I mean. Which would surprise me, because I don't even know what I mean.
Going to continue trying to make kegs 'n eggs before games. We always try but never end up going. Next time, next time for sure.
Other than that, my friends, all has been as is. Classes are going fine, great even, and money is short.
And by short I mean gone. Way gone. I don't even remember what money is.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Re-Educationized
The first class, on the first day of class, on the first semester of the year, on the first year back, from taking my first year off.
It's good to be back.
Having officially started my new English Writing Major I can't say I've ever been more...where I am...right now?
I'm taking a Literature class, a Linguistics class, a Philosophy class, and a Writing class.
All things I find at least at a very moderate level of interest to me. It's all going well so far. That's where I've been for the last two weeks. Going to class and being very very poor.
I finally started working out again...and by again I of course mean for the first time in eons.
It actually feels great. I love it. Being so inactive for so long really makes a person appreciate a good 'burn' if you don't mind my cliche labels.
Between trying not to be poor, school work (which is admittedly light for the moment), working out, and trying to pick up chicks, I'm enjoying the current routine my life is in.
Speaking of chicks, so get this, apparently a while back, one morning my mother stopped by my place with my brother and his girlfriend right?
As it turns out my mother was convinced that I probably had a girl over and sent my brother's girlfriend to my room to see if I was awake and had company, least she happens upon an awkward situation.
That's it. That's the story.
I guess I can't say my mother doesn't believe in me. It's just funny, of all the things she expects, she actually thinks she'll stumble across some one night stand of mine? HA. That's good. She's got faith in me, I'll give her that.
She thinks I've got GAME.
But after having been tied down three years I find I don't.
Sure, I can open, I'm charming enough for that, some drinks, some dancing, and a witty comment or two. I can do that. But bringing the marks home, that's where I fail.
Closing. I got the numbers. But convincing them to come back to my lair is a whole different story.
Actually, maybe it's because I call it my lair...
It's good to be back.
Having officially started my new English Writing Major I can't say I've ever been more...where I am...right now?
I'm taking a Literature class, a Linguistics class, a Philosophy class, and a Writing class.
All things I find at least at a very moderate level of interest to me. It's all going well so far. That's where I've been for the last two weeks. Going to class and being very very poor.
I finally started working out again...and by again I of course mean for the first time in eons.
It actually feels great. I love it. Being so inactive for so long really makes a person appreciate a good 'burn' if you don't mind my cliche labels.
Between trying not to be poor, school work (which is admittedly light for the moment), working out, and trying to pick up chicks, I'm enjoying the current routine my life is in.
Speaking of chicks, so get this, apparently a while back, one morning my mother stopped by my place with my brother and his girlfriend right?
As it turns out my mother was convinced that I probably had a girl over and sent my brother's girlfriend to my room to see if I was awake and had company, least she happens upon an awkward situation.
That's it. That's the story.
I guess I can't say my mother doesn't believe in me. It's just funny, of all the things she expects, she actually thinks she'll stumble across some one night stand of mine? HA. That's good. She's got faith in me, I'll give her that.
She thinks I've got GAME.
But after having been tied down three years I find I don't.
Sure, I can open, I'm charming enough for that, some drinks, some dancing, and a witty comment or two. I can do that. But bringing the marks home, that's where I fail.
Closing. I got the numbers. But convincing them to come back to my lair is a whole different story.
Actually, maybe it's because I call it my lair...
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