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.