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Well, I had to take at least one pic from the party last night, and I think I picked a good person to take a picture of.
Overall, last night's party at Em's was pretty good. Too bad we ran out of beer, but luckily I had some reserves of alcohol
stored in The Bar which is no more than 1 minute from Em's place. I had to make sure Nicole got plenty of booze in her
since she turned 21 at midnight. So, Happy Birthday to Nicole. My apologies to Jason if she got a little too much booze
in her, but I am sure last night will be considered light when compared to the events of tonight. Ray gets the quote of
the night award with "Hey, what's the fastest way from 6th Street to College Station?"
As the semester ends, I am sure some people are not wanting to leave their college town and a lot of their friends. Others,
I am sure were damn glad to get away from their roomies. For the latter group of people, I think the best way to amicably
move apart is for one of the roomies to just pack their stuff up and move out. No need to say goodbye or even inform your
roomie when you are moving out. Just let your roomie come home one day and wonder where you and all your stuff went. Props
to Jackie for actually doing that. Damn you rule.
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Damn, it has been a good while since I posted. I have busy with this whole thing called finals- the period of time at the
end of each semester when I study my ass, listen to the "Dark Side of the Moon" continuously, don't sleep at all, and limit
my food intake to items from Wendy's. If that ain't healthy, I don't what is. At least it all ends tomorrow. Then, I get
to relieve all that stress and indulge in the post-finals glory. For those of you at UT with finals still left, I have a
few methods to relieve some of the stress that builds up during finals. First, you can't forget the basics. Nothing says
stress relief like alcohol and firearms. Sure, some "experts" think firearms mixed with alcohol is dangerous. That is
just to keep others from knowing of the fun. For those of you with no access to firearms, here is a fun little stress
relief computer game that went around my work this past summer. It just
might be a little safer than real guns. Well, 8 hours to petroleum engineering exam. Time to keep this all nighter going.
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There are times when drinking gets a little too excessive. These times include: when you just about die, and
... well that's about it. Drinking, partying, puking, dry heaving, and hangovers are all just part of the
college life. It's when you push the borders of life and death that you got to watch the fuck you are doing.
A couple weeks ago a friend of mine got a ride home from guest-bouncing at a club for a private party. When
he got out of the car he walked about 10 feet and did a face plant into the concrete. There just happened to
be two cops near by that saw him and called the ambulance. Normally I'd say, "damn cops." But it turns out
my friend had a .348 blood alcohol level. If I'm not mistaken, that's pretty much knockin' on heaven's door.
Luckily he turned out to be alright. Pretty damn crazy shit. Above is a portion of his medical report or you
can click here to see the whole report. Moral of the
story, dying from drinking is bad.
On an unrelated note, I think we both did some crazy partying last night. I was the the Delta Chi Muai party.
But of course my dumb ass forgot to bring the camera. We haven't posted a new set of pics in forever. Maybe
we'll get some this week.
One more thing, I've got a digital video camera lined up. So the activity is good to go now.
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Registration just sucks. There is no way of getting around saying that. I am glad that I
didn't get shafted with my schedule this semester since I did register a week ago. However, I
feel sorry for those freshmen(and sophomores who forgot to register) who are going to have all
8's mixed with those labs til 10PM. To add to the prison raping of registration, A&M still
uses outdated phone registration. Even monkeys could come up with a better registration system
than that. What's worse is that you don't always get a busy signal when you dial in; sometimes,
you get to hear several annoying rings followed by some annoying bitch telling you that the
phone is busy. You might as well just have some guy pick up and say, "You're not going to get
in for another fucking hour, but keep calling anyways." To counter the annoyance of the A&M
phone registation busy message, I suggest you download
this Simpson's clip which demonstrates a much more humorous automated telephone machine.
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