Every Wednesday I sit through hell in my UNIV 101 class. It's completely pointless, my advisor is a dumbass and well...the whole process is like pulling teeth! Well, I survived somehow and waiting anxciously for the bus.--yes, it's the story of my life!
I boarded and quickly found a seat in the front; with bookbag and jacket in lap, I sat there staring out the window. VCU is city but there's always something to look at, whether it's the old Miller and Rhoads that's being torn to shreds, the longboarders trying with all their might not ot fall off and make a fool of themselves, or just the black, polluted streets that Ive grown accostomed to.
Today was no ordinary day, for broadstreet was packed to the max, cars moving like dead lice! We sat at a light for about 5 full minutes and BAM! out of now where there was a "scccrrreeeeeeech" of rubber on the asphalt. And a blur of green, black and brown. Low and behold, the car hit human flesh--an innocent hobo on a bike. I could just read it on the drivers face, "Damn! That hobo came outta nowhere!"
Poor man, I literally sprinkled a tear cause he tried to get up and leave---no health insurance. The cop moved him off the street and he sat on the sidewalk. And there's nothing left of his bike.
So the lesson learned....check the crosswalks, and when you see a biker--you should prolly stop driving!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
VCU Parrttay!
What is VCU good for? Well it's certainly not thriving with bangin parties, that's for sure. Ooh well, my first party night at school and well..it was certainly an experience. I learned the campus--on and off.
Lyndsey got to ride the bus for the first time, it was exciting for her Im sure. So we walked into a random apartment and well...the guy wasnt so thrilled to see us. We found ourselves in midst of a bunch of gansta-boos and they werent smiling! We walked around the loops several times, and ended up back at the same party. Amazing what a few drinks will do to the owner! He was all smiles.
Someone had called the popo ho, cause we walked through the door and they were all jumbled together and shushhhhhin is! The jungle juice was in the back and it was simply spectacular...just dont eat the fruit!
Then came the hiking! And I mean hiking...it was a loooonnnnnggggg walk, but I enjoyed it. Even though it was cold and rainy and scary--hobo alert! Okay so maybe we didn't walk that far, but 4 miles (to and fro) is a lot at 2 in the mornin in the pourin rain!
Kind of weird, we just walked in the house and went to the fridge...let's just say I got some dirty looks when I helped myself to a Natty Light. It was a night of new experiences...I got my first "almost" cocaine encounter...they were behind me as I sat on the couch. Zoro looked at us and told us they were doing a little bit of trouble. Then he proceded to tell us that he was watching the trouble, but we could join him. haha! Crackhead!
We met the Blues Brothers, Zoro, Oshama, beer bottles, slutty nurses, gangsters, catholic school girls, vampires, french maids, and tons more! Ive come to the conclusion that Halloween is just an excuse for sluts in hiding to well...dress like sluts! :) Bitter? Not at all! ...okay, so if I had the body, I might be in their position...maybe.
We eventually got back to the dorm. They inspected my eyes and smirked at me...I passed the test :) And then it was dance dance on the 9th! I only did the Perkulator cause well...I dont have the rhythum. I'll save that for the club in a couple weeks!
Bed came at 5AM and Im still recovering. hehe!
Ive decided that VCU is good for....HOBOS! We've got lots of em!
Lyndsey got to ride the bus for the first time, it was exciting for her Im sure. So we walked into a random apartment and well...the guy wasnt so thrilled to see us. We found ourselves in midst of a bunch of gansta-boos and they werent smiling! We walked around the loops several times, and ended up back at the same party. Amazing what a few drinks will do to the owner! He was all smiles.
Someone had called the popo ho, cause we walked through the door and they were all jumbled together and shushhhhhin is! The jungle juice was in the back and it was simply spectacular...just dont eat the fruit!
Then came the hiking! And I mean hiking...it was a loooonnnnnggggg walk, but I enjoyed it. Even though it was cold and rainy and scary--hobo alert! Okay so maybe we didn't walk that far, but 4 miles (to and fro) is a lot at 2 in the mornin in the pourin rain!
Kind of weird, we just walked in the house and went to the fridge...let's just say I got some dirty looks when I helped myself to a Natty Light. It was a night of new experiences...I got my first "almost" cocaine encounter...they were behind me as I sat on the couch. Zoro looked at us and told us they were doing a little bit of trouble. Then he proceded to tell us that he was watching the trouble, but we could join him. haha! Crackhead!
We met the Blues Brothers, Zoro, Oshama, beer bottles, slutty nurses, gangsters, catholic school girls, vampires, french maids, and tons more! Ive come to the conclusion that Halloween is just an excuse for sluts in hiding to well...dress like sluts! :) Bitter? Not at all! ...okay, so if I had the body, I might be in their position...maybe.
We eventually got back to the dorm. They inspected my eyes and smirked at me...I passed the test :) And then it was dance dance on the 9th! I only did the Perkulator cause well...I dont have the rhythum. I'll save that for the club in a couple weeks!
Bed came at 5AM and Im still recovering. hehe!
Ive decided that VCU is good for....HOBOS! We've got lots of em!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Jungle Love, Its Drivin Me Mad, Its Making Me Crazzay
We're freezin our asses off, even though we've pulled out the long-johns, stocking caps, logo-ed hoodies and scarves; yet we're not complaining. The noise echos around, we're all on the edges of our seats and the crowd goes wild! Body heat surrounds us, for we're all packed tightly, every space taken, on the icy-cold metal that we're sitting on. There's a loud bang as hues of green, gold, red, yellow, blue and purple are shot into the frosty sky.
A trophy is lowered from an helicopter and the lion is pacing in his cage. 83 kicked a field goal, 11 made some beastmode touchdowns and 77 one heck of a tackle! There's nowhere else to be, it's Friday night and we're in the jungle! There's no excuses, just be there!
There's a ring-a-ling from my cowbell, a berrmph from a gazillon airhorns and Fischer is yellin at one of the refs.
...ooh god I miss those days!
Good 'ol Louisa County. Cerulean lockers despite that green and gold spirit, a bigillion teacher work-days, and a big berly owl-eyed principal--yeah, it's best if I dont mention that one~hes a bad memory, not a good one.
I guess it never crossed my mind until a few days ago that we've got a closeness and we've got those memories. No matter how much you want to deny it, there's Lion Pride in our veins and there's a faint drawl in our voices...okay, so apparantly mine is noticeable!
They laugh cause Jess and I say Umbrella in a funny way. It's thee-a-ter and not theigh-atur. There's an appreciation to country music, and yess...we hunt deer, AND EAT THEM! Mudboggin isnt somthing out of the ordinary and there's nothing wrong with 5 stop lights!
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend. My road just got lines painted on it, I can drive 80 on a back, country road and and see the stars at night. Im perfectly fine with having nothing to do, BUT PARTY and I dont mind driving 20 minutes to the city for movie, dinner or lazor tag.
I guess that's just me...I'm a simple country-bumkin and I like it that way.
A trophy is lowered from an helicopter and the lion is pacing in his cage. 83 kicked a field goal, 11 made some beastmode touchdowns and 77 one heck of a tackle! There's nowhere else to be, it's Friday night and we're in the jungle! There's no excuses, just be there!
There's a ring-a-ling from my cowbell, a berrmph from a gazillon airhorns and Fischer is yellin at one of the refs.
...ooh god I miss those days!
Good 'ol Louisa County. Cerulean lockers despite that green and gold spirit, a bigillion teacher work-days, and a big berly owl-eyed principal--yeah, it's best if I dont mention that one~hes a bad memory, not a good one.
I guess it never crossed my mind until a few days ago that we've got a closeness and we've got those memories. No matter how much you want to deny it, there's Lion Pride in our veins and there's a faint drawl in our voices...okay, so apparantly mine is noticeable!
They laugh cause Jess and I say Umbrella in a funny way. It's thee-a-ter and not theigh-atur. There's an appreciation to country music, and yess...we hunt deer, AND EAT THEM! Mudboggin isnt somthing out of the ordinary and there's nothing wrong with 5 stop lights!
Everybody knows everybody, everybody calls you friend. My road just got lines painted on it, I can drive 80 on a back, country road and and see the stars at night. Im perfectly fine with having nothing to do, BUT PARTY and I dont mind driving 20 minutes to the city for movie, dinner or lazor tag.
I guess that's just me...I'm a simple country-bumkin and I like it that way.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Benchin It Through College
I sat there like normal, my Monday, Wednesday, Friday, routine. Just me and the big black metal bench with my little pink bookbag and my cell in hand. Jessica has class at noon, and I at one....no point and riding the bus back to the dorm.
So I sit there, it's my bench...Im gonna write my name in whiteout one day. Usually there's a hustle and a bustle and when Im not on the phone I sit and I stare. Not to be rude of course, but Im interested. Im curious and Im a thinker. All I can say is, VCU is one heck of a diverse place. We've got a little bit of everything, except for the camo-wearers that I love so much!
There's the longboarders, the gangsters, even the elderly that never got the degree that they were destined for. And I enjoy watchin a little man with his rolley bookbag. Youd see him and laugh, point, maybe make fun of, but for me I just smile. For he's not "all-there" and he's for the most part umm...hmm...attracted to men Id suppose. I dont think my day is complete without seeing him running by with his rolley bag behind him....he's got this sort of hop-skip-run that he does from one door down the sidewalk and across the street. It's just cute...and I admire him, for I know he sees the young prepsters mocking him, he just goes on like he's on a mission and for that I accept him.
Well today was unusual, for it was cold and gloomy and I had that overbearing urge to just run to my dorm (yess...me run, musta been one heck of an urge!) and jump immediately in bed and sleep the world away. Makes me wish for someone to snuggle up to! I was all alone out there in the cold except for a couple people down the row (smokers of course, cause our buildings are smokefree!) guess no one had the balls to sit out in the cold!
So I sat there, in deep thought--completely random thoughts of course, and somehow things got peaceful. It was just me and the wind, damn..forgot my sweatshirt again! So fall is one of my favorites. There's something soothing about the leaves changing colors. I want to jump into leaf piles, picnic under a weeping willow tree, and carve silly, but sweet faces in giganto pumpkins.
The drought has been rediculous and Ive been praying religously for some rain to wash away the deadened past and give room for something new and spontaneous to grow. And there....out of nowhere, one minute it was humid and the next, it was rainin elephants!
My legs were gettin a little wet from the richochet of the enormous raindrops against he concrete, but I sat there. Lookin through the rain is amazing, it's soothing and well, Id highly reccomend it.
Everyone was ducking for cover, and I sat on my bench with the sweet smell of vanilla Black and Milds surrounding me, no you smartasses, it wasnt me smoking! I pondered life for the little while that I was out there. I became one with nature (I did have my shoes on Matthew!) and it sort-of encompassed me and if there's ever been a time in my life where I wanted to be a poet...well by golly, that was the time!
God has that way of being unpredictable and bam! The bolt of lightning scared the shit outta me and I went inside. I collected my random thoughts again and decided it was time for class, so of course, that's when the heavens opened up. So there's me, in my thin shirt, bag on back, walkin rapidly down that same concrete rampy thing that 'ol hop-skip had taken minutes before. I got to the crosswalk and the light turned green.
I walked into class, dripping from head to toe....the smell of wet dog filled my nostrils. And there was a nip in the air! :)
So I sit there, it's my bench...Im gonna write my name in whiteout one day. Usually there's a hustle and a bustle and when Im not on the phone I sit and I stare. Not to be rude of course, but Im interested. Im curious and Im a thinker. All I can say is, VCU is one heck of a diverse place. We've got a little bit of everything, except for the camo-wearers that I love so much!
There's the longboarders, the gangsters, even the elderly that never got the degree that they were destined for. And I enjoy watchin a little man with his rolley bookbag. Youd see him and laugh, point, maybe make fun of, but for me I just smile. For he's not "all-there" and he's for the most part umm...hmm...attracted to men Id suppose. I dont think my day is complete without seeing him running by with his rolley bag behind him....he's got this sort of hop-skip-run that he does from one door down the sidewalk and across the street. It's just cute...and I admire him, for I know he sees the young prepsters mocking him, he just goes on like he's on a mission and for that I accept him.
Well today was unusual, for it was cold and gloomy and I had that overbearing urge to just run to my dorm (yess...me run, musta been one heck of an urge!) and jump immediately in bed and sleep the world away. Makes me wish for someone to snuggle up to! I was all alone out there in the cold except for a couple people down the row (smokers of course, cause our buildings are smokefree!) guess no one had the balls to sit out in the cold!
So I sat there, in deep thought--completely random thoughts of course, and somehow things got peaceful. It was just me and the wind, damn..forgot my sweatshirt again! So fall is one of my favorites. There's something soothing about the leaves changing colors. I want to jump into leaf piles, picnic under a weeping willow tree, and carve silly, but sweet faces in giganto pumpkins.
The drought has been rediculous and Ive been praying religously for some rain to wash away the deadened past and give room for something new and spontaneous to grow. And there....out of nowhere, one minute it was humid and the next, it was rainin elephants!
My legs were gettin a little wet from the richochet of the enormous raindrops against he concrete, but I sat there. Lookin through the rain is amazing, it's soothing and well, Id highly reccomend it.
Everyone was ducking for cover, and I sat on my bench with the sweet smell of vanilla Black and Milds surrounding me, no you smartasses, it wasnt me smoking! I pondered life for the little while that I was out there. I became one with nature (I did have my shoes on Matthew!) and it sort-of encompassed me and if there's ever been a time in my life where I wanted to be a poet...well by golly, that was the time!
God has that way of being unpredictable and bam! The bolt of lightning scared the shit outta me and I went inside. I collected my random thoughts again and decided it was time for class, so of course, that's when the heavens opened up. So there's me, in my thin shirt, bag on back, walkin rapidly down that same concrete rampy thing that 'ol hop-skip had taken minutes before. I got to the crosswalk and the light turned green.
I walked into class, dripping from head to toe....the smell of wet dog filled my nostrils. And there was a nip in the air! :)
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sweet Summertime
Alan Jackson is on the radio, "There ain't no cure for the summertime blues"....and I totally agree. When I was younger, I lived for that break from school, no more books, no more work, no more riding the big cheese. It was the fellow B.A.R.F (Brooking, Atkinson, Richardson, Franklin) members and taking over the world, one game of hide-and-seek at a time.
We were badasses playing Save the Country, getting stuck in trees and being covered in sea-ticks. Bronzin at Nanny's pool and then home to float in mine. As I grew up though, the friends changed and summer took a whole new meaning. It soon became not just an escape from work to hang at the babysitters, but a friendship builder and an memory keeper.
Each year there was a new best friend and we did something a little more crazier! Katherine and I acted out Now and Then in the swimming pool. Courtney and I played Barbies, invented new dance routines and wore her Mama's bras around outside in the front yard. Rebecca and I lived for MTV, stayed on the trampoline from sun up, to sun up (yes..we set up a tent out there and slept on it!)
The Circle of Friends started to get established our Junior year. We all learned to drive, and put many miles to Short Pump to watch the newest flick. The Bickley's learned to expect us to be on their couch, and the waitress at Joe's Place knew us by name. We were spontaneous, and goofy.I listened to guy troubles, had adventures to charlottesville and spent a lot of time wiping ass--literally! And a little plastic Frisbee gave us great pleasure.....Fredericksberg, Josh smashin windows and then 10:00 at the tennis court tossin it around!
I must say that the Summer of Seniors was amazing and I wish to go back to it. As the Cranberry's say, "Let it Linger." I learned to very important lessons that summer and I'll carry them with me throughout my life.
Beer before liquor,
never the sicker,
Liquor before beer,
you're in the clear
ooh yeah and....stay with one color....Jim dont like Malibu!
Beachweek started it with a bang. Abby, Matthew, Elizabeth and I loungin at the pool...sometimes falling in, baring it all in the icy depths of the ocean, shriveled with frostbite and numb from head to toe.
There was some naked-ness but nothing we couldnt handle...it was all on Gail Chiles. ha! Then came more movies, more dinners and lunches at Obrigado and the world seemed perfect....yesss, perfect!
Dance party and the damn dogs at that certain teacher's....who can say they boozed it up at their teachers house? I think we'll go down in history...well we didnt really go down ...leave that to Jon and Kayla!
Brandy and the Uncle Saltys came next...then the 5th senses, and rice crispy treats.
Then low and behold we're at the lake, it's pitch-black and clearness is floatin in our bellies. Matthew's searchin for Sarah and Josh is f***in Moms...twice! :) 4th of July came and went, we sweated our asses off on the dance floor of Rivals, and along came some Chippendale kisses! Can I get a "Hell yeah!?"
Margaritas were thrown up to Harry, Rum was thrown down on the dog and tears were shed towards the end of our innocence. We said our goodbyes in the middle of Coley's field over a bonfire and some sweet-tea from the distributor. And though we'd set up a tent on numerous occaisions, it was the first time we well...slept in one! It was harmonious!
Im a worrier, I worried all summer long. I smile, I laugh. I dance, I joke and I try to put it behind me, but some things just dont go away that easy. So we're moving on, I hate it but we are and all I can say is....only the strongest of friendships survive.
...and all I can do is look forward to another six-pack summer. Please June...get here fast!
We were badasses playing Save the Country, getting stuck in trees and being covered in sea-ticks. Bronzin at Nanny's pool and then home to float in mine. As I grew up though, the friends changed and summer took a whole new meaning. It soon became not just an escape from work to hang at the babysitters, but a friendship builder and an memory keeper.
Each year there was a new best friend and we did something a little more crazier! Katherine and I acted out Now and Then in the swimming pool. Courtney and I played Barbies, invented new dance routines and wore her Mama's bras around outside in the front yard. Rebecca and I lived for MTV, stayed on the trampoline from sun up, to sun up (yes..we set up a tent out there and slept on it!)
The Circle of Friends started to get established our Junior year. We all learned to drive, and put many miles to Short Pump to watch the newest flick. The Bickley's learned to expect us to be on their couch, and the waitress at Joe's Place knew us by name. We were spontaneous, and goofy.I listened to guy troubles, had adventures to charlottesville and spent a lot of time wiping ass--literally! And a little plastic Frisbee gave us great pleasure.....Fredericksberg, Josh smashin windows and then 10:00 at the tennis court tossin it around!
I must say that the Summer of Seniors was amazing and I wish to go back to it. As the Cranberry's say, "Let it Linger." I learned to very important lessons that summer and I'll carry them with me throughout my life.
Beer before liquor,
never the sicker,
Liquor before beer,
you're in the clear
ooh yeah and....stay with one color....Jim dont like Malibu!
Beachweek started it with a bang. Abby, Matthew, Elizabeth and I loungin at the pool...sometimes falling in, baring it all in the icy depths of the ocean, shriveled with frostbite and numb from head to toe.
There was some naked-ness but nothing we couldnt handle...it was all on Gail Chiles. ha! Then came more movies, more dinners and lunches at Obrigado and the world seemed perfect....yesss, perfect!
Dance party and the damn dogs at that certain teacher's....who can say they boozed it up at their teachers house? I think we'll go down in history...well we didnt really go down ...leave that to Jon and Kayla!
Brandy and the Uncle Saltys came next...then the 5th senses, and rice crispy treats.
Then low and behold we're at the lake, it's pitch-black and clearness is floatin in our bellies. Matthew's searchin for Sarah and Josh is f***in Moms...twice! :) 4th of July came and went, we sweated our asses off on the dance floor of Rivals, and along came some Chippendale kisses! Can I get a "Hell yeah!?"
Margaritas were thrown up to Harry, Rum was thrown down on the dog and tears were shed towards the end of our innocence. We said our goodbyes in the middle of Coley's field over a bonfire and some sweet-tea from the distributor. And though we'd set up a tent on numerous occaisions, it was the first time we well...slept in one! It was harmonious!
Im a worrier, I worried all summer long. I smile, I laugh. I dance, I joke and I try to put it behind me, but some things just dont go away that easy. So we're moving on, I hate it but we are and all I can say is....only the strongest of friendships survive.
...and all I can do is look forward to another six-pack summer. Please June...get here fast!
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