i know it’s more fun to read about my adventures with girls (of which there are a lot, of course), but i have some more mundane announcements.
1. starting next quarter, i will officially be the new kitchen manager for beefeater’s dining society here at suites. what is that, you ask? i tell: all the people who live in suites eat at one of four eating clubs: beefeater’s, bollard, avanti, and middle-earth. which club you eat at is determined by where you live in suites. for instance, this year i live on the third floor of griffin, so i eat at bollard. anyway, these eating clubs have a club manager, a kitchen manager, and a financial manager, who together are responsible for running and managing all aspects of the club. i applied for one of these positions, and was assigned kitchen manager, as i said. what that means is that i will be living in suites next year, will get free board, and will have to work a certain number of hours per week making sure my club (beef, as they call it), runs smoothly. as i was looking at a sucky year going unpreferred in the draw, this is a blessing and a step-up. the job starts in april and goes through the end of my senior year!
2. parent’s weekend is this upcoming weekend, so my mom and dad will be visiting! it will be great–and they’ll be helping me look for a car, so lord willing if we find a good deal i might have a car soon!
3. i have had really strange eating habits the past two days. yesterday i gorged myself on starbursts to the point of sickness. today i’ve eaten probably 10-15 of those little chocolate candy bars, like kit kats and stuff. plus another 20 or so starbursts throughout the day. and i had a huge dinner. enormous, i mean it. now i just ate more candy while typing this blog. it’s really scary–i’ve never been this ravenous in my life, where i don’t get full. i know i will regret eating junk food later this week when i climb worse and have more zits. but oh well.
4. yesterday i did so many pull-ups it’s not funny. anytime i was bored of work (which was quite often), i ran and did like 10-15 pull-ups on the bar in our shower. i must have done somewhere between 1 and 2 hundred over the course of the day. between that and eating only junk food i’m feeling kinda weird.
5. last night, i was directed, by someone who will remain anonymous to protect his/her reputation, to www.emogame.com. i spent a few hours playing this game. honestly i’m really not sure if it’s had a horrible impact on my life or not. but anyway, the premise of this internet arcade game (somewhat a mix between like the old simpsons arcade game and a role-playing game) is that the get up kids have been kidnapped by steve tyler of aerosmith (i won’t tell you why, because this blog is only rated R, not NC-17). and then you, who are in control of various emo-band frontmen, like chris simpson of mineral for example, have to work your way through numerous levels killing yuppies and hippies and sell-outs and all manner of un-emo people. in the process you discover what makes emo so special (i won’t ruin that surprise), and are able to boost your score through various emo quizzes throughout the game. now, before all you little emo-kid friends of mine run off and play this game, i want to make a rather large disclaimer: the game is about as offensive as something can possibly be. i myself had to turn it off after seeing so many little cartoon people screwing each other in the background (of the screen, that is–it’s actually an integral part of the plot). there’s all sorts of cartoon graphic violence and sex of various disturbing positions. for that reason, i’d recommend not playing the game, if you are of weak constitution. but, if you can handle it, the plot really is quite funny and there’s nothing like playing chris carabba and using his “special power”, MEGA-OVARIES!! it’s simply fantastic. enough said. oh, postscript: if you are not pretty seriously into emo music, i’m fairly sure that 95-99% of the value of this game will disappear (flying straight over your head).
virtual disc on spin: american football | american football
