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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving, Do We Even Gotta Question?

Happy Thanksgiving! Yes, in case you didn't get the memo, today is Thanksgiving! Man I sure do love Thanksgiving. There's so many positive things that go on during the Thanksgiving Holidays, I can hardly contain myself. I type this blog with a stomach that has expanded nearly eight times its normal capacity. This year, my family and my grandparents are staying at Quartz Mountain, a resort located somewhere in Oklahoma. It's pretty nice! Lunch today was amazing. There were so many options, I didn't even know where to start. Along with the traditional turkey and dressing, they had prime rib, leg of lamb, honey-glazed ham, crawfish, shrimp, crab-legs, sushi, and tons of other stuff! I felt like I was sitting at the start of the term feast in the great hall at Hogwarts. I ate so much! It was incredible. Times like now really cause me to reflect on Squanto and Samoset and all the pilgrims. I'd give anything to be at that first table! I can only imagine what that game of backyard football was like. You know the pilgrim men got their asses kicked by Squanto and Co. John Smith led a bruising D, but Christopher just couldn't get the offense going. Plus the Natives had Pocahontus cheerleading, which boosted their morale immensely. How I would love to circle around the turkey fryer, knockin' back homemade brews with my new found Native American Bros. I bet some funny jokes were told while the bird was cooking. Back then, the Cowboys always won on Thanksgiving day too. After the meal, they probably all gathered under Grandmother Willow with a cup of Verona, and listened to her tell old stories filled with wisdom and knowledge. Pizzaro and Cortes came up from Mexico for pumpkin pie. The fun only lasted so long. Pretty soon, the natives were tortured and enslaved, but hey, that first thanksgiving meal was one for the books.

The end of the Thanksgiving season means one important thing: The Christmas season can finally legitimately begin. If you've been listening to Christmas music, putting up decorations, or watching Christmas movies before today, then shame on you. Such behavior makes me ill. But nothings worse than major retail stores. I swear, Wal-Mart never even takes their decorations down. What ever happened to respecting each holiday in its turn? Poor Halloween... Halloween gets abused the worst. I can't imagine how it must feel to be overshadowed by a holiday 2 months away. That must be how Keith feels everyday with 4 older siblings. I prefer to acknowledge each holiday in its own turn. That way I can enjoy each holiday without any distractions from other holidays. And this way, no poor holiday gets left out.

Today marks the start of the Christmas season, and you know what that means. Yes, tomorrow is black Friday. If your like me, you've already got your routes planned out. I plan on arriving at Target at precisely 2:37 AM, so I can be among the first to enter the store at 4:00 AM when it opens. I plan to get my best deals there, but only spend four hours inside. After wards I will hit up various stores in the mall to clean up what ever is left. I've written up a detailed stretching schedule so my legs can be loose and ready to sprint when those doors open. Actually I'm lying, I have no intentions of waking up before noon tomorrow. In fact, I really think black friday is a little dumb. It's ridiculous how the most advanced species of animals (us) turns into raving rabid dingos when it comes to Christmas shopping. I even read a story a few years ago about a stampede at some retail store on Black Friday that like killed several people. There is something seriously wrong if you can consciously stomp over another human all in the sake of saving a few bucks. But I guess that just reflects what the holidays are really about... its all about materialism. That's really too bad. I hope that this season we can all keep the important things in mind, because that's really what it's all about.

Well, I'd say its naptime. Enjoy the rest of your Thanksgiving! And go Horns!

Barton's passed out, I pass the dressin'!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The Roast of Barret Hall 2D

It's been awhile. The semester is almost up, which in turn means that I only have two and half weeks of dorm life left. This is exciting and kind of sad at the same time. I've had a blast living in the pod this year, and I will definitely miss it when I leave. Gosh this semester has flown by. It seems like yesterday Drew was getting busted for illegally living in the pod for a week. I've missed blogging terribly. Once pledging started, I didn't do much of anything except pledge and watch Dragonball Z. Blogging takes too much energy. Once pledging ended, it was tough getting back into the swing of things. But here I am, just typing away again. I didn't really know what to write about for this entry, so I decided to compile a list of the things I've learned this semester. Because that's what college is for. You come here to learn....

Lesson #1: Get to know your RA and RD before you start breaking rules.
Yah... we all found this one out the hard way *cough Drew cough*. My fellow podmates and I are what I like to call "boundary explorers". Some of us more than others, though I won't name any names. We've always been like this. I guess technically you could say that we like to break rules, but that makes it sound like were bad people. I like to think of it as we don't let rules enslave us. Anyways, a few things happened that kind of got us off to a rough start. First off, we arranged our furniture how we saw fit, but apparently there is a strict and stupid structure for every single grain of dust in Barret. Paul tore us a new one on the first morning when he walked in on move-in day and saw that the TV had been moved against another wall and the official Barret couch was stacked stadium-style on top of a table. I still don't really see what the big deal was and I think we were a little harshly treated by our 7:00 AM wake up call via cannons and trebuchets (Paul and Tommy's fists against our doors). But things worked out in the end. How could we not be mad at Tommy when he fully supported keith, kyle, barton, and myself getting curfew violations for going to a baptism? And one can only idolize Paul's destructive obsession with following rules. The highlights of our week our the encyclopedia's of new procedures and rules of Barret Hall. Something about being threatened with a $75 fine for forgetting to brush my teeth just really gets me excited about life.

Lesson #2: Drew is desperately terrified of sharp things I.E. knives, ninja stars, and machetes. Actually Drew is basically terrified of life.
This lesson has proved priceless, because Drew has this knack for hacking into our computers and controlling them. He thinks this is hilarious. It was kind of funny a year and a half ago, but even then it didn't get more than a chortle. However Drew still derives (calculus term for ya buddy) unfathomable joy from this little maneuver, and every chance he gets, he makes the best of it. But now us victims can fight back. A machete against his throat when he's asleep usually does the job quite nicely. The shower is also prime time for sneak attacks. He never sees it coming.

Lesson #3: Austin's Itunes is the perfect place to turn to in times of depression.
Everyone's been there. It's the point where life is just taking a dump on you, and you have no where to go. You reach this point where you just want to cry, and you don't even want to feel better. You start thinking of sad things to make yourself even more depressed, because in that masochist kind of way, it feels good. So where do you go? That's right: Austin's Itunes. You can always find a sad, emo, or sappy romantic song to just plunge your soul even deeper into the abyss of depression. I know when I'm sad I get his computer and blare some Never Shout Never, because sometimes "My heart's tied in a knot and my stomachs in a swirl."

Lesson #4: Rumors confirmed-Travis is indeed 80 years old.
We were all suspicious, but recent studies and detective work has revealed the truth. Travis is in fact an old man. Suspicions began when his bedtime slowly but surely trickled down to 8:00 PM every night. Things got even more obvious when he was waking up at 6:00 AM every morning. A huge piece of evidence that led to this conclusion was the fact that any noise above a whisper causes a serious disturbance in his equilibrium. Aware of the ever growing body of evidence against him, he began to fear that his secret would be discovered. On Halloween night, he tried to throw the investigators off the trail by dressing up as an old man. A clever plan, except that nobody even noticed a difference, and in fact asked why he didn't have a costume. His continued usage of jokes that makes one cringe at the level of corn involved was the final piece needed to solve the mystery.

Lesson #5: Nik has more game than any man at ACU.
Any single man reading this blog needs to take a couple of leaves from Nik's book. On arrival to the pod, we began noticing that the company Nik keeps was predominately female. Not just females, but some fairly attractive females. Jake and Travis, who prefer to shun women, were particularly flabbergasted. "What's a girl?" Jake retorted on his first encounter with this phenomenon. Any man would be proud to have a flock of lasses tailing him EVERYWHERE, but the story doesn't end there. The most amazing part about this whole shindig is that Nik has formed a deep and serious relationship with each of the 27 girls in his clique. But the story doesn't end there! Nik's game is so outstanding, that he's convinced every single one of his girlfriends to be ok with his multiple relationships. One might inquire as to how a man can fit time for 27 women. Nik again showed his genious by purposefull scheduling no classes, giving him all day to do absolutely nothing but mack on his ladies. I tip my hat to you sir.

Lesson #6: Gingers will become extinct in 100 years.
I wipe a torrent of tears from my eyes as I type this. But its true. In biology, I learned that in one hundred years, every single ginger will be dead. Gone. Deceased. Rotting. Keith Carroll took this news especially hard. He is painfully going through the stages of grieving. Denial hit hard and fast. He absolutely refused to believe that this tragedy would come to pass. He began to go into a fit of jibberish, always referring to his sticky boots, whatever the hell that means. I tried to explain to him that the world will one day just get sick and tired of waiting on him to put his freaking clothes on for dinner, and will leave him behind forever. If there's any hope though, it will be in his Carroll blood's freakish aptitude for reproducing like gerbils. Keith, you are the ginger's only hope.

Lesson #7: Barton is maybe, possibly, most likely, definitely, well IDK, doubtfully going to ATM next year.
Mr. Mahaffey has been probably but most likely never for sure going to ATM next year to pursue a degree in engineering. His assuredness at this plan has all of us a little sad (and my stomach's in a swirl......). How can we live without Bart Bart? I remember when he first said that he was definitely not going to ATM. I can't describe the emotion that filled my heart. The anxiousness at the fact that Barton may or may not leave us was almost more than I could bear. Since he was without a doubt leaving, I knew that I had better make my last few days with him worthwhile. I could finally rest east knowing that Barton was most likely going to stay at ACU. I guess we will all have to prepare for the worst since he is unsure about whether he'll stay at ACU or transfer to ATM. We will all most assuredly not maybe hopefully 100% never miss you. See ya next year!

Lesson #8: Jake Jake's knee is being attacked by aliens.
I've always wondered why jake's knee ails him so. It wasn't until yesterday that we discovered the miniscule, but viscous, army of extra-terrestrials that has been laying siege to his knee for the past 5 years. "It was like a light-bulb went off in my head," Drew exclaimed, "I always thought he was faking it, but it was those damned aliens." What made these aliens so hard to detect was due to their highly advanced active camouflage that they all wear. When Jake Jake went to get an MRI, the doctors nearly missed the devastating army. It was only when one of the buggar's sneezed, knocking off the invisibility for a mere second. That second was all the doctor needed to unlock the mystery. When asked about possible treatments, the doctor replied that there were none, and Jake Jake would have to wallow in his misery forever. He is currently being treated in The Little Spoon Rehabilitation Center for his Ibuprofen addiction.


I'd say its been a successful semester. I don't know if my brain can hold any more information. Until next time, good night.