last blog ( i think?)

Not going to lie to yal. This one almost slipped my mind. For my last and final blog I guess I'll just blab to you guys about what's on my mind these days. So it seems like almost everyone already has their job lined up for summer break and yet again I'm going to be scrambling around trying to find one for a while, but what else is new? I really would like to hook a position at a golf course for the break, but with my luck you'll probably be seeing me mopping up on aisle seven at your local Kroger. Am I the only one around here being crushed by end of the year projects, or do you guys feel my pain? I don't think I'll spend as much time in the library during exam week as I have this week. Sheesh. Speaking of exams... no let's just not. This will easily be the longest and most hated two weeks of my life, so come offer your comfort and company on the third floor of the library, and if any of you all are slackers like me and you have your own exam sorrows, you can cry on my shoulder if I can cry on yours. Almost there though so let's just push through to the other side. Good luck to everyone these next few weeks and hopefully I'll be seeing you all around!

Rodeo

This weekend, a bunch of my friends and I went down to Auburn for their annual Rodeo Weekend. If you have ever been to steeple chase, it's pretty much that just redneck. If you haven't been to steeple chase, basically picture a big open field with rows and rows of trucks tailgating with big ol' tents behind each truck bed. Next to this big field is a nice acre of nothing but dirt, dust, and a ring where brave young men tried their luck at riding bulls. Now picture fifteen thousand college students running around all day in this scene. Hectic to say the least. I had been looking forward to this event for months, and of course the day before I ended up feeling a little under the weather. Regardless, I wasn't going to let it keep me from having a good time so I decided to journey to Auburn against my better judgement. By the time we got there, it had gotten worse. I was light headed and queasy all night and could not sleep. That next morning, which was the day of the rodeo, I woke up, proceeded to take a shower, and then halfway through my scrub (it's about to get gross), I scrambled out of the shower to the toilet and vomited, and upon opening my eyes, lo and behold, I had vomited blood. Not too fun. The rest of the day was miserably great. Like being sick in heaven. Anyways, I figured I'd spice up the blog with a little gag story. Hope you weren't planning on eating soon!

Blog 12

So last night I quickly discovered that poker is not nearly as fun as it sounds. I had played before, but it had been a while, and I had never used real money, so I figured a five dollar gamble might make things at least a little bit more fun and interesting. I was dead wrong. If any of you out there are big time hold em die hards, I'm not trying to pick any fights, I'm sure poker is great if you have the patience for it, but frankly, it is the slower than golf, and that's saying something. I think I got one decent hand the entire night, and as soon as I saw it I went all in, thinking I would either start winning and try to finish this game quickly, or just lose and take my precious time back leaving my five bucks behind. Well for those of you who don't know of the massive cloud of bad luck that seems to follow me everywhere I go, it exists, and it showed up to poker night last night in a big way. My decent hand turned into a great hand by the time the flop rolled around, and I was eying the pot greedily, grinning from ear to ear. I can't exactly remember what I was working with, but I do know I fell to a straight... After that terrible poker experience, needless to say I will not be throwing down any more cash to have my heart broken like that again.

Blog 11

So what's better than food may I ask? Free food, duh. Last night around midnight or so IHOP was calling my friend's and my name, and that's not a call you can just screen. As many of you probably don't know, Italian food is my favorite kind of food to eat, and the only "Italian" (if you can even call it that) item on the menu was mozzarella sticks. So here I am in line behind two of my buddies patiently waiting. I get up, make my order, and sit down til it's ready, you know the drill. I was number 168. So I sat, listening as the numbers went by. 165! 166! 165! 167! 165! 168! Getting up at the sound of my number, the man behind the counter greeted me with an almost sneaky grin and said "looks like it's your lucky day because I'm not waiting on 165 no more." I opened the box to see what fortune had bestowed upon me this night, and lo and behold, there were not 5, but 10 sticks in there! And if you're wondering if I really ate ten sticks of just fried cheese, the answer is yes. I could put down thirty of those guys if the opportunity arose. So that's my random anecdote for the week, kinda lame I know, but that's all you're getting.