sRing break 09

This post is a wee bit delayed, but I've been trying to be studious lately... and Twilight has become an obsession. I know.. lame, right? Anywho... spring break was like OSU invades Panama City Beach. I never thought that I would spend money to travel 1000+ miles away to hang out with the same people for a week. Not saying that it wasn't fun or eventful, just a bit ironic. 

To start the vaca, we stopped at the world's largest liquor store in the only state that would ever allow it... Kentucky. What else would you expect from a state south of the Mason-Dixon Line? Since I was a young child I've always really wanted to ride in one of those motorized scooters at the grocery store but was never allowed. Now that I was a gimp, all my dreams came true... I finally got to ride in the handicap scooter around a liquor store the size of Walmart. After we bought more alcohol than any group of people should ever consumer, we continued our journey to the "Red Neck Riviera", via a stop in ATL at FratBoy's house.

Day 1:

The next morning we woke bright and early to start the final trek to PCB. We arrived in the early hours of the afternoon. I soon as I saw my fellow StudentShitty peeps and the Rockstar trucker hats, I knew I was home. We get to the parking lot of our hotel, AFree whips out her newly purchased double beer bong to start the trip off right, and without a moment's notice some douchebag hotel guy snags it from her. C'mon buddy, get over yourself... just because you're too old to keep up doesn't mean you have to ruin our good time. Then we make our way to the beach and before you know it we're all blacked out. This was also about the time when i started getting comments like "What happened to your foot?" or "Look at the girl with the cast!"... Cool guys. Also, note to self... It's a bad idea to get drunk then try to check into your hotel because chances are something will get messed up. Never fails. We finally got into our room and it was NOT what we expected. So, because I'm such a rational person when I'm drunk, I took matters into my own hands and proceeded to bitch out the people at the front desk. Obviously they couldn't do much because we didn't book the rooms directly thru them, so one of the ladies got be a beer to calm me down... smart, aid the already angry, intoxicated girl. The StudentShitty people finally showed up and I gave them a piece of my mind. Who the hells knows what I said, but I guess I got thru to them. In actuality, I feel like they just paid me off so I would leave them alone. After that mess I just passed out for the night... laaammmme.

Days 2-4: 

The beginning to the true spring break experience. These 3 days were, for a lack of better words, ridiculous. We would wake up early and go to Walmart. Once there I would find my handicap cart, with the extremely loud back-up beeping, and we would venture to find supplies for the next few days (e.g. beer, boxed wine, foul food, etc.). Within minutes of getting back to the hotel and wrapping up my cast, we headed for the beach. Now, bear with me because the days are a little bit of a blur. All I know is that I think I met some people other than the ones I already knew, but I couldn't for the love of God tell you any of their names. The days consisted of beering bonging, trying to get sand out of my house, and going up to The Treehouse to take shots that I'm sure we really needed. It was during this time that my bbm contacts increased, new nicknames were created, and I found my twin that I was separated from at birth (or so my friends like to say). Much to the demise of my friends and I (they probably won't be too thrilled that I'm throwing this is here) we had quite an amazing diet. Not only did we drink like frat boys, but one could say that we ate like them as well. In the matter of 3 or 4 days we went through our body weights in macaroni, noodles, pizza, pizza rolls, Cheez Its, chips, salsa, queso, etc. The worst thing about this was there was absolutely no way I could work out if I even wanted to due to my bum foot. At night, when we managed to make it out of our room we would rage in The TH or for those of us that wanted to dare to go to the bar, we would stubble next door. I thought I was slick and could drink under, but boy was I wrong. Bars in PCB are the hein... sorry that I'm not. 

Days 5 & 6:

Detox. At this point my liver was giving out and my body was working harder to repair my foot than at trying to keep me from dying of alch poisioning. There was a chill in the air and no one felt like drinking, so we decided to be classy and go out to dinner with some of the boys. With that being said, we should never be allowed to plan any social outing ever again. We show up at a restaurant that was actually nice, but we felt so out of place. We decided that we weren't quite that classy so we walked down the strip to a sub par seafood joint which I'm pretty sure made most of us ill. We took that night easy for the most part, except the next day (weather wise) pretty much sucked. Even though the weather was aids, the brews were popped at 9:37am. Not human. We played a power 3-hour which I'm sure borders the line of alcoholism, but we obvi didn't care. This lasted the better part of the day until we finally decided to leave our room and visit the little ones. I couldn't tell you exactly what we did there, all I know is that "Good Day" played on repeat and I think I did the Stanky Legg. 

Day 7:

Last day of SB 09. Another rainy day, so we pondered for 4 hours about whether we should leave or not. We decided to leave and drive through the night... we just missed the O Patio and Pub that much. On the journey we thought that Tom Tom was leading us on a death path through the back country of Alabama and Igg swore she saw a bear. Finally we get to an actually highway and then the signs for Whataburger show up... YES! Once again, dreams do come true. Continuing on the drive, I Googled every major city we went through for no apparent reason at all other than to annoy the 3 girls I was with. Sorry gihls... Finally, in the wee hours of the morning (10 am Chorpenning time), we arrive in Cbus and have never been so happy. Now that we were back, I spend the entire day laying around and watching the Hills. Finally, that evening the SB 09 crew is semi-reunited to rage at the O. Spring break couldn't have ended on a better note.

With all that being said I've realized a few things:

- A neon colored cast may not keep out the Gulf Coast sand, probably won't be able to keep up with my life (duct tape was holding it together by the end), and surely doesn't match much, but it won't keep me down

- I still only have one dance move... the fist pump

- Fake IDs don't work everywhere

- Every bar is not the OPP

- My friends and I will travel 1000s of miles to hang with the same people

- Although a cast is great convo starter, that's about where the benefit ends

- All Sonics should be open 24 hrs

- If I went to school near a beach I would never survive

- On a rainy day in Ohio you just sit around and do nothing... On a rainy day in PCB you do the same but for some reason drinking has to be involved

- New fun drunken activity: slingshot

- Our house next year will more than likely be called The Treeg

- We are not real

- Next year I'm not going on spring break with 60 of my closest friends

Didn't get so lucky this time

Well I've been told by quite a few people that I have an overwhelming amount of luck. I always get good parking spots, no tickets, I rarely lose things.. It's pretty much amazing. This past week was finals and I was royally raped by BusMgt 330. I told myself that I was not going to drink before spring break, but after that exam I had to. So I spent an ample amount of time at The O after my exam. Well on the way home Igg drove by and I hadn't seen her for days so I got a little too excited. I happened to stubble over an uneven piece of pavement, rolled my foot, then heard a pop. No one, including myself, thought that it was anything serious so I iced it and ended up going back to the bar. Later that night I ended up going home and even my mom told me not to worry.

The next morning I woke up and couldn't even put pressure on my foot. I ended up spending the better part of the morning at the hospital while x-rays were being done and whatnot. The verdict was finally in.. The foot was broken. I got wrapped with a splint and sent on to the orthopedic.

Later that day I made the journey, crutches and all, to the orthopedic. I got to see the x-rays for the first time and there was a for real piece of bone just chillin. It was scary/gross. The doctor walked in.. My jaw dropped.. He is prob the most sexual doctor I have ever seen in my life. I was expecting some old man who was all smug, but this man was the opposite. I told him I needed to go on spring break and he laughs. He told me that they would take care of me. Granted my fracture was literally 0.5mm away from having to have surgery, he had faith that it would heal so I could go to PCB.

The nicest ortho techs wrapped my cast in hot pink with neon green stripes and made me laugh the whole time. I literally love my cast and feel like such a bad ass. I would not and will not let this ruin my sb!! Although I can't rollerblade like I originally planned, I'm still gonna live. The pluses are only having to wear one shoe, no heels, possibly a wheelchair, and hopefully the obvious convo starter.

I have a good feeling about this vaca. Right now I'm just in the car with my girls. The foot won't hold me back.. Well maybe a little.. But my friends are legit and will just have to deal with me.

Rockstar hats, trashiness everywhere, and day drinking all day everday... PBC 09 here I come!!

Sloppy Donkey

Yeah, I know it sounds like the name of a foul sexual position, but in reality it's the new hang out on campus... NOT! For some God forsaken reason I was dragged there on Friday night not expecting much, but what I actually found was so much less than expected.

For starters, they had to rename the bar the Sloppy Donkey (who knows why they chose that) because Ohio State said that they infringed on some trademark rights naming it Senor Buckeyes. Well we walk into this complete joke of a bar and the only ppl we know are a few close friends and then random people that lived in our dorms freshman year. I couldn't even explain the decor or lack there of... it seriously looked like they went to Lowe's and bought the paint that someone had returned because it just wasn't the color they were looking for, I mean the foul reject shit. Then they hired a gang of kindergarteners to paint the place. Ok.. so it doesn't look good, but to make matters worse the owner is stubbling around, drunk off his ass, behind the bar. In the meanwhile he is pouring whiskey down the throats of these obvious two-bit hookers. Way to be ladies... always classy. A bartender would try to get his attention and he would look at them with a face full of confusion. I then over hear a bartender say that she has never bartended before and that this idiot just hired her. I know this was true because I'm sure my alcoholic grandpa could do a better job than this broad. Enough with the bashing of the staff.. now on to the patrons. Within 10 min of being there a man starts hitting on me (creepy) then proceeds to tell me his girlfriend is the one right next to him. Like, what?? Who is this douchebag? If anyone knows him... please throw a pie in his face. Afree can help you out there. Next another oddball of a man out of nowhere calls Igg ugly. He was a ginger. Like he had any room to talk. After getting the dunce of a bartender to serve me a beer, we decided as a whole to leave. Even though The O is rather fratastic and you see EVERYONE you know every weekend, it is much more enjoyable than this aids of a place.

They should have just kept Larry's. Never been there, but I'm guessing it was more appealing to sorts than the Donkey.

Just a little update for those of you in the know...

The team has made a comeback. For a few weeks they took a couple games off, but they're now in the process of warming up. The coach made a poor and impulsive decision to bench almost all players, but then realized that this player was just not up to par. So now we're dabbling with some new recruits, maybe one will work out, but the veterans are still around. In about a week or so there's a big tournament where two players have the potential to take the court after being under the radar for quite sometime.

And a little note to add... Corey was thrown a bone or a conquest let's say, and was definitely successful to say the least. Thought I'd have to wait til next year, but I guess it was in the cards ;)

Creamed in the face

Eww you sickos, not like that. I know that's exactly what you were thinking, but I'm not that perverted that I would actually admit to that happening. But for real... my roommate pied me in the face in my drunken stupor the other night. And the worst part... I basically let it happen. Like supposedly I was just kickin with the newbies, saw the pie, and asked "Freeman, why do you have all that whipped cream?" Then... BAM. Right to the face. The Michael Jackson jacket may have been the only casualty though... we'll have to wait and see.

More friends..

More of the gihls I see everyday. Aren't they just splendid?

I know when you all see this you will kill me. I'm okay with that because you should have seen it coming :)

My friends at their finest...

These are the wonderful ladies that grace me with their presence on a daily basis. Don't let them fool you... they're just as unique as I am, but in different ways. Whether they like to wear suspenders to feel cool or sleep while standing up or are just completely clueless, they are my second half. And not to mention the hobby of pole dancing or the bangs and camo that I know she still wishes she had. We all have those days, but for some reason my friends and I seem to have them on a more frequent basis and sometimes while sober... hmm.

I mean who really knows what was going thru my head at this point. All I know is that Mad Mex was probably my best friend, Rag O Rama my new fav store, and I just wanted a time machine so I could dress like this everyday. The best part.. 75% of this outfit I would wear all day, everyday... esp. the purple jacket. It's my new golden piece of clothing. For those of you going to PCB, be prepared to see this again.

Day in the life

I'm not really sure where to begin. Basically, I think I'm some emo, invincible person and nothing bad can happen to me. This is true... for the most part. I get myself into the craziest situations. My friends don't think I'm real. Once my book is written in about a year I honestly wonder if I will just disappear and actually become a fictional character. Who knows... nothing's impossible. 

Ok, so I have bangs. I also should have lived the majority of my life in the 80's, but  I didn't get that lucky. Anyways last night I got the chance to just live my dream. I threw on the leggins, hot pants, mesh tank, and Michael Jackson jacket... teased and curled the bangs and threw on that sweat band around my head.  I actually left my house in this outfit and felt completely in my element. It was basically amazing. Once I get pics everyone will be able to see me in my glory.