So here I am with lots of crap to talk about

So much to say. What a crazy series of events for sure. It will probably be a lot of details about parties, beer, and band so please bare with me.

Thursday night was the opening festivities for Halloween weekend. The roommates gathered all the ingredients (which happened to include 2 handles of Everclear which is illegal in Ohio so I had to drive to Kentucky to buy it) and I managed to almost cut my finger off. Now, I take full responsibility for this because I was being a little bit childish and playing with knives. I'm 21, you'd think I'd know that only bad things happen when you screw around with sharp objects, but I clearly had not learned my lesson as a child. I've always wanted to stab a melon. I have no idea why, perhaps its the sado-masochistic side of me, but I've always wanted to plunge a sharp knife dagger-style into a melon. Well, we had a melon, we had a sharp knife, how could I resist? So I did and was damn proud of it. I hoisted the melon on a knife above my head with a loud war cry and marched around like it was a head on a stick. About this point, I realized that perhaps running around with a knife plunged into a melon might not be the safest idea, particularly since the knife was long enough to be sticking out the other side. I decided to stop fooling around and turned the knife upside down with my hand underneathe it to catch the melon. The melon did not budge, instead, the weight of it pulled the knife tip INTO MY EFFING FINGERTIP. I didn't scream at first, I just sort of looked at it in horror because you know, I could feel it scraping my bone. I pulled it out and just sort of stared at the gaping wound that a few seconds later was bleeding heavily. That's when I started screaming and cursing whilst hopping around my kitchen. (The best part is, Robbie and Matt were in the other room playing Guitar Hero 3 but instead of coming to see why I'm screaming bloody murder, they had to finish that song!) I wasted a lot of words on the fact that I cut my finger, so I'll get to the point. I was too stubborn for stitches so I've been butterfly-bandaging it and there will most definitely be a scar. The bleeding stopped on Saturday thank goodness.

ANYWAYS.

Friday was spent skipping class (sheepish grin) to clean up the apartment and get it ready for the party. There was furniture to move, CDs to burn, Hairy Buffalo to taste (multiple times to make sure it's just right) and costumes to put on. Pictures to come. The party was incredibly collegiate with lots of drunken slutty costumes, people throwing up off the balcony, and tightly packed dancing people in my living room. It was quite entertaining, and I loved running around being a part of the chaos. Thankfully, our apartment was not damaged and clean-up was relatively easy despite the fact we served red punch with pieces of fruit in it.

A majority of Saturday was spent sleeping in and watching the Bearcats beat USF in a game we were NOT supposed to win. Somehow, when the game that's on TV effects you personally, you get antsy and irate. Of course the marching band is concerned with what bowl game we get to go to during Christmas Break. Bowl game possibilities for the Big East Conference are:

International(MAC No. 3 vs. Big East No. 4)- This bowl game is in Toronto, Canada and we happened to go last year versus Western Michigan and had an AMAZING time but something about going back doesn't sit right. If I get to travel for free, I want to spend time somewhere new. I wouldn't be utterly sad to go back, however. Toronto is a sweet city.

Meineke Car Care(Big East No. 3/Navy vs. ACC No. 5/6/7) - This is in Charlotte, NC. I was there back in May for the Coca-Cola 600 (not really Charlotte, but close enough) and wouldn't mind heading back into the heart of NASCAR country but again, how about someplace I've never been? As it stands this week, we are third in the Big East conference so this is our predicted slate for the time being.

Brut Sun(Pac-10 No. 3 vs. Big 12/Notre Dame/Big East) - This one takes us to El Paso, TX which 1. Would mean flying instead of driving in buses and 2. Warm weather. Ironically enough, we were in Texas 4 years ago for the Fort Worth bowl and the temperature dropped to 13 degrees at the bowl game and since it was Texas, NONE OF US packed appropriately. Wouldn't want a repeat, but could be a cool trip.

Papajohns.com(C-USA vs. Big East No. 5) -Birmingham, Alabama. Potentially another warm(er) bowl game than anything north of Kentucky and a state I haven't frequented very often. Probably driving however, and after the 12 hour trip to Toronto, I'd rather fly.

So that's it for boring football you don't care about. :-)

We started basketball season a few days ago so I played at the game last night and then our house went to P&P. I dressed like a little girl, I was feeling young with little pigtails on top of my head. Lots of cheap beer and a restless night of sleep later...here I am. I have to go to work today for a few hours, write some papers and do some Theta stuff.

This post is happy, I've been tormented about what to do with my life and I'm nervous about making the wrong decision, but that is a post for another time.

Do As I Say, Not as I Do

Well. Apparently there are healing effects to beer afterall.

I was laid up most of the weekend (surprised after all the bitching I've done?) and had to miss the band festival on Saturday. I was so bored, I actually got a jump start on my knitting projects for Christmas. I was able to watch the UC v. Rutgers game in it's entirety and NOW we're ranked #15 in the country not that anyone besides people who live in Cincinnati care. But, I digress...so Nick and Elliot down the street were having their 23rd birthday and I have not missed their birthday party in 3 years. Imagine the guilt that came with not drinking their cheap beer and watching Nick get so drunk he takes off his clothes and lays in the bathtub. After everyone left from watching the game, I threw on a pair of jeans and ventured out of the house for the first time in 72 hours. Just TWO minutes, I swear! I wandered up the street (convienently, there are three houses on my street with 5-6 of my close friends living in it including my own large apartment so on any given weekend night, something is bound to be going on) with no intention of staying just to give birthday hugs and laugh at my roommate being inappropriate and standing on the porch yelling at sluts below. I ended up staying out until 4 AM...

And the next morning I woke up at 10. Feeling amazing. I was showered, fed, and working on homework by 11 AM. Somehow the physics of this defies real logic.

Beer = healing juice

*Shrugs*

This Weekend Was LEG-EN-DARY

So. Some F-town choir boys that we all know and love are on their Spring Break BG Men's Choir tour and guess who got to play home-stay hostess? One can only be so lucky.
Their concert was AMAZING and I was so proud of those guys. We all sat in the front row and laughed at extremely inappropriate times but c'est la vie. We then hit the road to Kentucky to buy some provisions for the evening and ended up at my apartment where good times were apparently had by all and indeed it was a crazy night. Of COURSE there were photos! Would you suspect anything less? Unfortunately, Xanga has dealt a bit of a low blow and does not allow me to post photos via other photo albums anymore. To say I am pissed is an understatement and this may be yet another reason I may be transferring to another hosting site. I'm sort of getting sick of this format and all it's ridiculous problems. AND I want other people not on Xanga to be able to comment!!! But, I digress...So we did shots like good buddies, played Guitar Hero until we dropped, ran around the apartment with various "shenanigans", played a rousing (and deadly) game of Kings, and what is a night without Dan playing the piano and showing us his perfect pitch? I tell you there is no such night indeed! I think Alan summed it up best..."If someone had told me I'd be hanging out with you guys a few years into college, I would have never believed them." We had to be up at 6 to get them back to the church so of course running on an hour of sleep, we were all dead to the world. Jen, Jon, and I ended up at IHOP after a sad goodbye with promises of future weekend shenanigans where I ate the BEST BREAKFAST OF MA LIFE. It tasted especially amazing that day. Saturday night, I ended up at the METRO talent show with Amanda which was mildly entertaining, especially the little steppers. Went with Becca and Sarah to Metropolis to shake our groove thang. I finally learned my lesson and wore sneakers so my feet wouldn't burn from the pain of dancing like they always do when I wear nice shoes. Good choice on my part. Today, I went to the Art Museum with Anna and Amanda. Felt a little cultured and what not. That brings me to this moment. Where I revel in the awesomeness that was the weekend. I can't believe how amazing Friday night was and how much I do miss certain F-towners with all my heart. Enjoyable on every level imaginable. Jenny, you read this so I LOVE YOU. Thanks for the awesomeness this weekend!!!I'm off to search for a new journal-hoster that doesn't piss me off and allows me to post the awesome photos from Friday where we all look out of our MINDS. Two more weeks of collegiate hell. Oye.