April 28, 2010

So for the last couple hours I've been thinking about myself, sounds selfish but it really isn't. I was just kind of looking at what kind of guy I am when it comes to women. Talking to them, dating them, anything, how do I act in different situations? Well, in a lot of cases I probably romanticize myself as some kind of suave guy, truth is I'm not, in fact I'm the furthest from it, just ask a couple girls and they'll tell you. I've done a lot of stupid shit, yet they still talk to me, so I guess that means I'm likeable? Who knows. Anyway, while I was looking into this I realized that I basically worship the female body, not in the sick perverted way, I just find it fascinating. Certain body types of course, everyone has their preferences, but when I see a girl who's got a body close to what I'm looking for I just can't stop looking at her, and it's gotten me into some bad situations, but not very often. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I may look at the body and drool a bit, but that's not what I'm about. I can really appreciate a girl for her intelligence, humor, wit, and anything in between. My one real turn on is the type of music a girl listens to, if she is into the semi obscure bands I am into then it's hard to not be attracted, once again depending on the girl. And for some reason I'm more attracted to the extremes, either infectious personality or the shy girl. Mainly the first, but things change once in awhile. Now I don't even really know where I am going with this. I guess basically what I'm getting at is that I kind of just want to find that girl that I can hang out with, I don't want to date right now, that's too much baggage, and I'm too busy to carry it all. Some people can manage this well, but of the ones I've seen so far they've been together for awhile and it's a little easier that way. I'm down to 'hang with the bros' once in awhile, but I can't do that all the time, too much testosterone at some points, it almost becomes a competition.
These last few days have been pretty great though, school is starting to wind down and I'm just overall trying to enjoy my final bits of sophomore year. I'll be running for a position in the student organization for Landscape Architecture for next year, hopefully, still waiting to find out. Other than that I have a banquet coming up in which I accept a $500 scholarship that my classmates nominated me for, which I am still in awe about. Other than that things have been running pretty smoothly, I'll try to update this more often in the near future, but for now I am out.

April 16, 2010

Alright, first bit. I just got done talking to one of my friends whom I met freshman year of college. Great guy, knows alot, and he's in the Marines. Well, later in that year he got deployed to Afghanistan. So, being able to talk to him was relieving. You kind of get in to a rythym of watching the news and just kind of shrugging, but then you realize one of your friends is over there and it's nerve wracking. So needless to say it's great to hear from the guy, he should be back around late May.

Now on to last weekend. We left on our Landscape Architecture field trip to Memphis last Thursday. Let me just start off by saying it was awesome, except for a couple bits. Once we got in we all got settled, did our own things, some of us grabbed dinner, others just walked around downtown. Our hotel was in the perfect location to see almost everything downtown. Eventually me and some others headed to Beale Street, the Bourbon Street of Memphis. We meet some others at this bar and watch this guy play music. It was a good time, then we noticed that some of our friends had some beer so we ordered some, didn't get carded, greatest feeling ever. Anyway, after awhile it was time for karaoke to start in the bar, and at that point I was feeling pretty good. I'm normally a shy guy, but I was down to sing that night for some reason. I sang two songs, did horribly on both but it doesn't matter, we were just having a good time. The "party" kept moving in and out of the bar seeing as you could go on the street with your beer no problem, so we'd go out, and that's when I had my first cigarette, sad I know, but then I had two more later. Eventually I was pretty toasted and ended up dancing around our professor on stage, which was ridiculous because I looked like an idiot, but being drunk I didn't give two shits. Now that I see the video and pictures of it it's kind of funny and only slightly embarrassing. Throughout the course of the night we danced on the street, with homeless people and others in our group interchangeably. I danced with an double amputee in the street at one point. Then we headed back to the hotel, I tried to sleep, couldn't ended up doing a double shot of whiskey and chasing it with chips, other mishaps happened, then I went to bed. More like passed out on the floor.

The next day was pretty good, went to a Landscape Architecture firm, checked out one of their projects, played hacky sack with some friends, then went back to the hotel. Later I took some photos of the sunset while drawing. Here's a panorama:


So later that night everyone was getting ready to go out again. I hadn't started pregaming and figured I better do it soon cause it seemed everyone was almost ready. So I started by taking a drink straight from a bottle of Jack, no chaser, I was fine. Then I did about six double shots of vodka in around 20 to 30 minutes. Also no chaser. Then one more shot of whiskey. This, as you can already imagine, was a really, really bad idea. We headed out, I was already starting to feel it, couldn't walk straight at all. We finally get to Coyote Ugly and I'm flat out drunk at that point, but still functioning. At this point I present my fake I.D. The guy says, "Noooo way!" And I say, "Yea, I know, it's been a long time." He lets me in, we start playing pool. I buy the first round. After about two shots it hits me hard and I am drunk as hell, just plastered. Apparently I dozed off a bit, leaning on my pool cue and drooling. Then I woke up, wiped the drool off my mouth said, "I'm gonna puke" and went to the bathroom. I remember that part, then I tried to puke, apparently I was in there for an hour and a half. Next thing I know a bouncer is pulling me out and pushes me on the street. I look around and begin to kind of freak out because I see no one I know, I'm drunk as hell, and I need to get home. So I start walking, eventually I see someone. It's several of my friends, everyone, from what I barely remember, was asking if I was o.k. Two of them basically carried me home. Then two of our friends, both heading the direction we were coming from, see us and end up helping carry me, seeing as one of the ones helping was a girl much smaller than me. We get about halfway back to the hotel when I have to stop and puke, so I barf in the planter next to us. Then we head back. I just remember one instance where I could feel my feet dragging and my struggling to try and walk. Once we get back my friends take me to their room where I proceed to puke for quite some time, saying a bunch of stupid crap and just being an all around bitch. Eventually I apparently passed out on the tub, then crawled out of the bathroom and slept next to it. I don't remember because I blacked out after the last vomit. Apparently they woke me up at one point to ask me how I was and I mentioned that someone had taken my umbrella and they wouldn't give it back til I gave them 75 bucks. I was talking about my phone, because we found out it had been taken at Coyote Ugly, I eventually got that back for a small fee. But, back to the time frame. I woke up at some point in the morning, I'm thinking before 8, because they woke me up. I puked in the sink, then the toilet, then they took me back to my room where I thought I was going to puke again, didn't then fell asleep for awhile.

I was awoken to a knock, it was a friend telling me to head for the bus. So I got dressed and headed down. At this point I felt pretty alright, that is, until I got on the bus, then the urge to puke hit again. We went to the Memphis Botanic Garden, I had no camera or money cause it was all in my friends room and they had already gone to the bus. So I basically walked around like a zombie, drank water, and felt like I was going to barf again the entire time. After the Botanic Garden we headed to Graceland. The bus ride sucked, I fell asleep but it was shitty sleep. Then we get there, I still feel like I'm going to puke. The shuttle ride to the mansion wasn't bad, but once we got inside I thought I was going to puke everywhere, the smell of 60s and 70s furniture was absolutely nauseating. We get to the last room and I thought I seriously was going to puke, so I headed straight for the door to the outside. I didn't end up puking, thank god, I can't imagine what would have happened. Then I decided I'd look at the rest of the place. Didn't really have any mishaps after that, just felt shitty. Once the tour was over we headed back to the meeting spot where we walked around and looked around for a good deal of time, and I eventually started feeling much better. Not great but better. Once we got back to downtown I went and got my phone from the bouncer. I found that he had texted his girl with it, which kinda pissed me off, but whatever. Then I went and got Ginger Ale and some food, felt much better. That night I just hung out in the hotel, we watched some movies and talked and whatnot. Then the next morning we woke up and headed home.

Overall it was an alright trip other than the getting plastered and feeling like shit for longer than I was even drunk, but whatever, it's those kinds of experiences you learn from. Hope you enjoyed reading about my tomfoolery and utter stupidity.

April 14, 2010

So I usually try to stay away from posts like this, but its been awhile, and right now it's all I can think about. I'll write about the trip to Memphis later. Today has just been the shittiest day really. To start things off I woke up late, still got to class somewhat on time, but I hate being rushed in the morning just like everyone else. Then after that I had to deal with Financial Aid shit again. First problem, I get an email from the loan company saying that I have dropped below full time student status or am not attending school. Neither is true, therefore their information is wrong, and it's going to take all kinds of stupid shit to fix it. Then, on top of that I have a financial hold on my registration, again. Two semesters in a row. This stuff is bull shit, last year my loans didn't pay the full amount I accepted, so I think I shouldn't have to pay that amount. Now I'm waiting on the rest of some loans to go through, and because of that I had a balance charged to my account which ended up putting a hold on my account. All of that shit business should be taken care of now, but I'll find that out tomorrow once I log on to see if the payment went through. After all of that crap was done, or somewhat done I had to deal with finishing a project. On top of doing mine my professor asked me to help others as well, which is totally fine with me, but it does get difficult, especially when I don't know how to fix the problem, or I am having a problem. That's not even my problem though. I get to being all the way done, then when I go to print I have like 800 problems with it. It started with not having all necessary files when we were at the main building, so I had to go back and print from our lab. Not so bad right? Wrong, every time I tried to print something went wrong. On one computer the program kept crashing at the same point. Another, same problem. Third computer it finally works and I get it printed, after an hour of dealing with the shit. The only bright spots in the day were lunch with one of my friends, and hanging out on the South Quad with some others. Oh and during the break listening to Phoenix's album "Alphabetical": Great fucking album by the way, if you get the chance, listen.

April 6, 2010

I am basically going to wake up later and feel like shit. I just got back, still pretty drunk, but I had a lot of shit on my mind on the way back. First off, I have made a lot of great friends since Landscape Architecture started, and, even though it hasn't been that long, I'd have to say they're some of the best friends I've got, excluding the ones back home, let's just say the wolfpack is growing ;). Anyway, other than that I've kind of been off and on about someone, basically decided it's better to be off and just be good friends, in that case it's a win win situation. Other than that I just had the usual what do others think about me thing, and I would love for it to all be good, but reality is there are things I could work on. That's the case with anyone, but I think if you actually do try to work on those things that goes much further than just saying you are going to. And I hate to say it, but it's almost like my newer friends opinions count more than others, I still love my old friends, and I can't really explain why I feel this way, I just do. Basically if I get hated on for it so be it, I can't really control it, but as far as most things go down here they can only get better, I look forward to the next few weeks and what they will bring.

April 2, 2010

So basically these last few days have been hell. About the only thing to get me through all of my projects is new music I'm listening to which includes La Roux, Phoenix, and others. Although one of the great things to come out of that music is talking to people who have the same taste in music, and now basically we have a little pow wow of music trading going on, it's pretty awesome. Now, onto other things. The weather is getting to be great, and I love it, can't not want to be outside. Sitting in the studio is getting much more difficult now. I basically left class to go play catch and sit on the quad today, which was also pretty awesome, definitely ranks up there with the music pow wow. Now going to class was not so much fun, the first class was good because I found out I got a 96 on my last exam. The next class I found out I got a 76 on that exam. Needless to say, I was pissed, but no biggie, plenty of chances to improve. Other than that it's mainly been studio work, but I'm really looking forward to this weekend, and Monday too actually. I'll get to relax, but on Monday we are having a studio barcrawl so it should be a jolly good time.

One story I have to tell real fast is about my walk home just a bit ago. It's early Friday morning now, but people were walking home from the bars, most drunk as hell. So after breaking away from the other two I was walking with I get to this walkway that is sort of narrow, so it's a bit freaky at night, even though it's well lit, but there's been a lot of crime lately. As I'm walking I see this drunk guy ahead, munching on a cheeseburger. My first thought is,"Dear god I hope he knows I'm behind him before I'm right next to him and he hits me out of surprise." So, as I'm walking I'm getting closer. Next thing I know this dude jumps and spins. My immediate reaction is saying, "It's cool dude, it's cool, no worries." His response, "I saw your shadow." So I repeated myself and kept on walking. But the image of him doing this kept repeating and I kept laughing. Just think dramatic hampster as a drunk dude who turns and says, "I saw your shadow." It's hilarious, to me anyway. But that is what I leave you with, so good night/morning/afternoon. Whenever it is that you're reading this.