Sept. 9
Yeah I missed updating the college life part of my site yesterday. Whoopity-do! : P Truth be told, nothing much happened anyway. I went to class all day, and work until 5. Work really drained me. All I did for over two hours, was put names into a database! Man, I'll put names into their database! ...wait a minute...that's what I was doing...(sigh). Anyway after that, me and Nick were going over to our friend Kelsey's place, but were detained for a brief period by our fellow police officers. (j/k about the police, but we did stop by his brother's place for a quick refill on paper cups) (yeah the paper cups thing is like an inside joke) (Woo, me and my roomy Jim got the room straight bumpin'! We each had the song "Regulators" going at like full volume at the same time...lol can you say losers?) Anyway after chillin' with Justin for awhile we mozied on over to Kelsey's. We were just talkin' and stuff over there for awhile, when I said that we really should turn the game (Monday Night Football) on. Now Kelsey is a huge Bucs fan, and I'm a ginormous Eagles fan...and of course they were playing each other. So were we making fun of each other and stuff for awhile, while Nick and Katie (Kelsey's roommate) probably each decided that we were fucking nuts. But I was still so flippin' tired from work I ended up falling asleep during the football game! Yeah, after that I had to question my own sexuality. (lets just say I still am not planning on attending any Elton John concerts anytime soon...lol those poor bastard Harley riders!) And when I woke up Seifeld was on. (the one with the Bro...lol good stuff) After that me and Nick decided we better go before I ended up pulling a Rip Van Winkle. (did anybody used to watch Wishbone? I still remember the one when he was Rip Van Winkle...lol...man that show was the bomb!) Anyway, I pretty much went straight to bed when I got home. Today wasn't much more exciting. I had class and work until about 3. Work was still incredibly, undescribingly boring! I had to put sales receipts in numerical order...yeah...that pretty much sums that up. After that I went to this huge annual poster sale that they have here on campus. I must admit, I was slightly disappointed in their selection of music posters. I did however get a Kurt Cobain poster for my room...which has been rolled up on my bed all day...but I think people can just sense it when they come in here, you know. So I'm thinking about just leaving it. That and because of my overwhelming lack of motivation to do even the most mundane task. After the poster sale I was just walking around, talking with people and stuff for a little while. Then I came back here to do some homework. Man, boo on homework. How the fuck am I supposed to accomplish anything when I fall asleep on page 20! (and chapter 1 actually starts on page 10...and I was just skimming!) Anyway my music class was pretty fun again today, even though I had to sit on the tile floor covering the HALLWAY! Yeah that's right, that class is so full if you get there 5 minutes EARLY your ass is gonna be keeping the tile warm outside the fricking room. I guess I'm lucky I could even fit in the building. He should do some sort of satelite transmission thing and have a big screen in the hallway or something, that way I can actually see what's going on. But we had to do some sing/respond thing today. He would sing a line from a song, and we would respond with the second line. Man we made my church choir sound like the damn morman choir or some other really good choir. (I'm not real familiar with choirs, sorry) You probably guessed it...I just woke up from my "study session" about 20 minutes ago so I'm not exactly "coherent" or "conscious." Which is pretty obvious by my less than steller spelling. I am going to seriously try to read this thing though, cause I have to read through chapter two by tomorrow. So I'm going to hit the books. (figuritively and literally depending how boring it is)
Sept. 11
Today (which was actually the 10) was way totally crazy. Get up for class at like 9 (which sucks but at least the people are semi-cool) which I might as well sleep through cause I'm definately not retaining any information that is discussed during our "discussion group." Man who schedules a discussion at 9 in the morning anyway? And on a Friday at that! Anyway, after class I had about 2 hours to myself, during which I pretty much tried to catch back up on my sleep. Then it was off to class at noon. My Business Administration class teacher has got to be the coolest guy in the world! I mean, all we've really done so far is take notes, but he makes them at least some what interesting. And he has plenty of crazy stories to tell us too. But if I was him, I think I would have snapped alreay. People are such fucking dicks! Seriously, we had ten minutes left in class today...and everyone started packing up! I was like, "Damn, could you fucking jerkfaces be more rude?" The man was in the middle of a slide and everyone was just stated putting shit away. I was like, "Do it man, just fucking snap on them! Just go off like fireworks on the forth of July and the first person who tries to walk out the door fucking level them with a right cross. Fucking Oscar de la Hoya for a teacher and shit." Instead he just let us go...which is cool too...but the end does not always justify the means. In other words...it looks like Dave's gonna be kickin some heads in. Anyway, right after class was work...which gets worse and worse every day...like going deeper and deeper into hell as in Dante's Inferno. (and from here on out my job will be referred to as D(ante's) I(nferno)) So apparently over the summer, someone (not saying any names or pointing any fingers...all elbows point to Charlie!) "forgot" to save the hard-drive onto a disk. Surprise, sur-fucking-prise...system fucking crash! So I spent the better part of my 4 hours at work putting old sales receipts BACK into the computer! Oh, and did I mention that we still have receipts from 1983 that need to be REentered?! Yeah, fun times. Anyway, yada, yada, yada, 5 o'clock rolls around and it's time for me to mozy on over to an S(ports) B(usiness) A(ssociation) meeting that I wanted to go to. Man this organization sounds like it'g gonna rock the house! $30 for a semester, but we get guest speakers like Bud Selig, Mike Sherman, and other people from all sorts of different medium, and did I mention field-trips?! Yeah field-trips to Miller Park (to tailgate and catch a Brew crew game), Bradley Center (for the Bucks), Wrigley Field (need I say more)!!! God if we could somehow manage to go to Fenway Park...that would be heaven in the shape of a big, green monster right there! (for those baseball/Red Sox enthusiasts out there, you know what I'm talking about) And...and...if that stuff wasn't enough, the president of this organization has a couple connections all around the country, so he can get us internships and stuff if we want! After that, I came back to my dorm and caught some dinner (not literally, I can't fish a lick) (dinner consisting of mozerella sticks and a burger) and came to a decision that I really need some sort of schedule for my eating. No more of these sporatic "meals" taken whenever. (for breakfast I had 1/4 a bottle of water...yeah) Most important meal of the day my ass. I laugh in you face Mr. Most important meal of the day! Hahaha! I'm also very tired, in case you haven't guessed. Then Nick stopped by and we were looking for the "Bad Mother Fucker" wallet (as seen in Pulp Fiction...which I have yet to see) online, which apparently costs like 35 pounds...aka about $55!!! (translation courtesy of J-balla) After hanging out with George and Ryan for a grip, me and Nick went to go check out this movie, "American Splender." It was aight. On the way back home (about a 20 some odd minute walk) we kept having all these random thoughts...one of which was the porn movie that me and Doelder are eventually going to make (with lots of women of course) I don't know how it came up, (like I said, random thoughts) but when we were talking about it, so crazy kids across the street started making crazy noises. So me and Nick, very loudly, started talking about them. Words were said, blows (as in hits...get your mind outa the gutter) were exchanged. (j/k) Anyway, we just came back and chilled outside for bout half an hour just talking with people and then came in (bout 1). Right now, its about quarter past 2 and my roommate (Gabe) just came back, shitfaced per usual, with his friend (I can't remember his name) and some girl. I swear to God, the kid's a walking STD. Crazy kids and there crazy...VD. (Van Wilder quote right there) Anyway, (apparently I really like using the word anyway as well) I need to catch some z's, cause Thursdays really suck for me. (check the schedule on Mike's site...you can use my schedule link) Peace out everyone. P.S. I am really looking forward to getting to see the whole crew again this weekend! (Brit, Drew, Joe, Joel, and of course the rest of the Ray-town crew!) See you all this weekend!
Sept. 11 (the actual day of...)
Macroeconomics at 10 wasn't that bad today. We're still just learning real basic stuff (i.e. opportunity cost and curves and whatnot) but for one of the examples our teacher brought in a bottle of rum. I thought that was pretty funny. Someone asked her to pass it around, but she said she's not even allowed to open it. But then she said, "But as you can see, there is already some missing from the bottle." And she held up her coffee mug! Everyone started cracking up. Right now I'm just waiting for my business (bidness) discussion, where I'm actually kinda hoping to get bitched out by me TA because I still don't have a floppy disk. Cause I know if she starts yelling it's going to be way funny and I'm probably going just start cracking up. This is one of the many instructers at UWM who doesn't speak "English." Ho chi ming, su mi blind, mul ti chin, ti mi shu, whatever here name is, about half the "words" that come out of her mouth cannot be found in any normal English dictionary. I'm not trying to be mean or anything really...that's just the way it is. Anyway, I think I'm going to try to get about 15 min sleep before that class. I didn't sleep good at all last night, or really any night for that matter. It sucks having to live in an area that would make a volkswagen or a geo look like a damn mansion, especially when I'm a little claustrophobic. : ( Anyway, if anything else exciting happens today, you can be sure that I'll probably put it in here later. Well, I'm back from my Bus. Adm. discussion and unfortuately, Ying Lui (I guess that's her real name) did not bitch. She did say workshit everytime she tried to say worksheet though! lol. I think I was the only "immature" person in the room who found it amusing though, because nobody else laughed. lol. YEAH I'M A LOSER! Anyway, just eating some lunch now. It was my first trip to the cafeteria! I figured I have to write a paper on how neccesary the cafeteria is...so I better start going there! I saw they do have smoothies there though! Mmmmm...smoothies. Well, I gotta finish eating and then jet to my American Popular Music class. lol. Last class we listened to a song where seriously ever other word was "grizily bear." It went like, "Who's that there? A grizily bear. With all that hair. A grizily bear. Grizily, grizily. Grizily bear." Yeah, it went on like that for about 4 minutes/eternity. Well I gotta jet to class. Hopefully something exciting will happen today. I know that something happened "today" but I just can't remember. (Now it's actually Mon. Sept. 15) Since I can't remember anything about Thursday...on to Friday!
Sept. 12
Wait a minute...unfortunately I remember what happened on Thursday. For some unknown reason the painful memories which I tried so hard to forget have come back to me! Thursday was my Intro to Philosophy class/Intro to mass suicide. It actually started out pretty cool though, because I literally walked in the door when the teacher called off my name for attendence. I was like...yeah...I'm a bonified bad-ass now. (lol am I a loser or what?) After that it was all downhill. My teacher is fucking nuts, I swear she wouldn't be able to live .2938493208 seconds without chalk. She's always writing, and it's so funny because I swear if some random person were to just walk into the room, they would think she was a gymnist. By about 10 minutes into class she had chalk all over her hands...and not just her palms, the back too. I don't know how but she managed to do it. Heck, when I woke up from my little nap, I though she was a gymnist too. I was like, how the hell did I end up in tumbling class? Oh well, at least its not the first time. j/k. That was about the only thing that got me through class, as sad as that sounds. We were talking about arguements and logic and all those cockemaimy schemes those "great minds" came up with. I worked up a little one myself for next class though: "Philosophy makes boiling water seem exciting (although...with all those bubbles...) and The class is roughly 3 hours long, therefore, Dave is very likely to pull a header right into a pile of chalk that I sharpened to a point using widling sticks, maple syrup, and a reproduction of the Mona Lisa (with the help of Jaquel the hobo of course) In other words...I am likely to do some serious bodily harm to myself if this class gets any fucking worse. (ok so not really, but it gets my point across) Okay, now on to Friday for real... After my 9 am class my grandpa came to pick me up. I love my grandpa to death...but I swear that man does not know the meaning of the word "embarrasing." On the way down in the elevator my grandpa says to this girl in there (ps she was decent looking) "Yeah, he called and says he wants me to take him home...yada, yada, yada...my grandson once wore 3 pairs of underwear to the zoo (true story, but give me a break, I was like 5). I was just like, so do you want to kick me in my nuts now, because I'm thinking that just might be the perfect capper on the conversation. Needless to say, I just about ran into the elevator doors, because there was no way I was going to wait for them open. I darted outa there the second we hit our floor trying to remain incogneto/conceal my identity in the process. Anyway, everything was going fine after that until we got about half way back when...(da da da don) (cool sound effects huh?) grandpa does the unspeakable...he...(da da da don) did what no other man in their right mind would do...he...(da da da don) (last time I swear) put in a cd by...(da da da don) (sorry, I just had to) THE VILLAGE PEOPLE!!! (whah-whanh) (ps I have no idea how to spell these sound effects...so just make up your own) I just stared at the cd in amazement. Who actually buys a (da da da don) Village People cd? Honestly? After about 15 minutes of me feeling like an 82 year old, raging homosexual, I couldn't take it and I asked grandpa if he could put in something else. The following statement which I am about to say, should never be muttered again...by anyone...at anytime...ever! Thank God for ABBA. That's right...grandpa put in an ABBA cd. And after listening to that dancing queen song about 13 times...(which is about how many times I weighed my odds of bailing out of the car going 70 mph to my bones left unbroken in my body ratio)...we finally arrived home. Anyway, after a day with my folks it was time for a night with my folks. (it's all in how you say it) I don't know about them, but I had a blast. Me, Mike, Chase, Jeff, Betsy, and Josh all went out and about. Then we went to go see Once Upon A Time In Mexico. That movie was crazy...and from now on you can call me "El"...as in "the". (lol sorry, that's what Antonio's character is called in the movie...and apparently now I'm on a first name basis with my guy Antonio) And man, there was the lamest joke EVER in that movie...and I actually saw it coming...that's the sad part. In the movie Jonny Depp is talking to this one Mexican guy and he says, "Are you a Mexican...or a Mexican't?" I wanted to jump up in the scene and bitch slap J.D. for that one, but it was kinda funny though. Anyway, just chilled and had fun at Mike's until about 1:30, then I went home. (P.S. Mike had to drive me because I no longer have insurance : P )
Sept. 13
After I finally woke up on Sat. (first time I was able to sleep past 10 since I headed off to college) and had a totally kick-ass awesome home-cooked breakfast, my mom took me shopping. : P When I got back I had to get my stuff together and clean up things that I was supposed to clean up before I left. lol. Anywho, after another great dinner, I went out for a little while with Jeff and Josh. We just drove around, having a good time (and Howard Stern's just sitting there looking like, "Hey, someone's trying to steal my plane!" lol. Inside joke folks, contrary to popular belief, I'm not, repeat, not going crazy : D ) After that though, I had a really bad night, so I'd rather not talk about it.
Sept. 14 (new page tomorrow...yeah...it's the simple pleasures in life...)
Sunday was a good day...although anything would have been a good day in comparison to Saturday night...well not anything...I think the day Pauly Shore decided to try to make his own television show pretty much takes the cake on that "worst day ever in the history of time" thing. Well, either that or the day the Vietnam war started...no...definately the Pauly Shore thing. (if anybody reading this just happens to be a 'Nam vet...please don't kill me...it's just a little bad humor) : ) Anyway...it was sweet of my mom to let me sleep in until about 8 when she woke me up for church. : P And gee wiz, let me tell you, church was swell! : ) (Yeah...I'm pretty much banking on the fact that God has a sense of humor) Then after lunch, and watching a little bit of the Packer game, it was time to head back up to Milwaukee. Oh man, it was a disaster trying to put my loft together that my dad built for me. Finally got it done just in time for dinner, then it was time to watch the Viks regulate on those rapscallion Bears! After the game I just hung out with Nick til bout 12.
To la casa de college