Nathan, Craig and I are moving into this new house. Very big upgrade for me. See what you think.
I like it. That is all that matters.
Nathan, Craig and I are moving into this new house. Very big upgrade for me. See what you think.
I like it. That is all that matters.
I love photos but have neglected in posting any. I am going to dump the ones I need to below. Enjoy.
Well, I’m home and still having a pretty good time.
Christmas eve was a great night. My grandmother and I headed down to my aunt’s house. She lives in a cabin dubbed “Lonesome Pine.” Beautiful does not begin to explain what her house looked like for the holidays. She made dinner and provided some libations for a wonderful evening.
After dinner, we headed back north to make it back in time for midnight Mass at the church where I had grown up. I went to Catholic school for 12 years and this was something that used to be such a huge part of me.
Mass went well, but on the way there, my grandmother and I had a hilarious conversation… well hilarious to me anyways.
“You look so nice. You know, we don’t have to rush out right after Mass if there is anyone you want to talk to afterward,” she said.
This is funny on many levels. 1.) my grandmother hates to stay after Mass. She usually wants to get home. 2.) this is my grandmother’s way of saying, “You are single and if there is some cute girl is at Mass and you want to talk to her… you should… that way you can date a good Catholic girl and not some heathen.” 3.) Or she is saying, “I’m not gonna live forever… get a move on.”
Well, Mass went fine, and while I did see many people I remembered from home, it was nice to duck out right after. This way, the people who really want to talk to me know how to get a hold of me… and those who don’t won’t.
Christmas day came and went without a hitch as well… AND THE PACKERS CREAMED THE BEARS! – Which is always good news.
My foot pain is back. Looks like I’m going to be headed back to the doctor while I am home.
I apologize first and foremost for my tardiness in this post. I have made a mistake.
I realized last night that I hadn’t posted in forever and that much more importnatly, I had not decompressed from finals since I got home. So much happened. So much didn’t happen. I must relate these adventures.
Where to start?
How about my Emergency Room trip?!?!
Yeah. I hurt my foot sometime over the weened between finals. I was forced to visit my first southern hospital to get some meds and CRUTCHES. While in the waiting room, a girl from school and one of my buddies, J, came over and ran torts hypos while I waited for four hours to see a doctor (Who by all accounts was a major idiot.)
I got my meds and crutches, and then we headed to the IHOP to study some more. I was looped on Lortab by this point, so I am sure the study session was useless. Torts is my easiest class and favorite as well. I showed up to the test an hour after taking my second dose of Lortab and was nauseous for the entire test. It was tough… and made tougher after I fell asleep for 7 minutes of the 3 hour test. In the hallway afterwards, I stacked my answer against the answers of the others in my group. I had the consensus best test … or at least one of the best… So I didn’t feel too bad.
Contracts came and went last Thursday and I probably did not do well on that final. I got similar answers to my friends… but it is my least favorite and hardest class… so I wasn’t expecting to amjure it. It is in the professor’s hands now.
There was a big law school end of the year blowout on Thursday. The LSBA sponsored the event at a local bar, but my medication did not allow me to drink. I went anyway… hoping to talk to some girls in a non class situation…(plus lets be honest… Jenny was going.) I talked to a few people but did not act like my normal outgoing self because I didn’t feel well. I realized later in the evening that my friend, K really knows me pretty well. She had some observations of her own about me that were really enlightening. In her words, “Usually one person has to make a move… or nothing will ever happen.” Great point. Good talk.
Friday, N, R, and I went and saw Sherlock Holmes. It was good, but slightly predictable at times. 8/10. I’d see it again. Saturday I woke up and ran a few errands. Took a nap… Then packed. I was on the road around 7pm and ended up at home a minute before 6 on Sunday morning.
It is nice to be home… but the happenings here since I got here remind me so much of how I felt while I was leaving at Thanksgiving time. Deciding where to take the bar is going to be so interesting.
Oh well, dinner with my brother tonight. Look for some intermittent posts for the next few days. I’m sure I’ll get a bunch of writing in.
The trip to the south could not have been more craptastic.
My brother drove me to the station and I got there a bit early. 8:30 pm for a 10:30 pm train trip back to the South. I thought this would work out well, as I could get my study materials all set up for the big trip.
10:30 came and went.
So did 11:30.
The train finally got to the station at 1:07 am Saturday morning.
In the waiting period, I met a lovely family from Davenport, Iowa. I taught them card games that they didn’t really know how to play. Blackjack was even an issue for these people. However, they were fun and funny.
I watched another dude who looked a little messed up, puke into a plastic plant. You stay classy Amtrak. (Notice I didn’t intro that. I was looking for shock and awe.)
Let me give you a feel of my trip from 7AM on…
“I just had the worst sausage egg and cheese on English muffin ever … Still on train. Still pissed. Still ready to bitch out Amtrak”
“Amtrak, you are going to get a piece of my mind after I get home and get some sleep. Sincerely, a pissed off Yankee living in Dixie.”
“Super liberal couples behind me really need to stop saying dumb shit. I can’t take it much longer”
“The old dude is wearing a bandana… He looks odd”
“I smell weed. Should I be thinking hippies behind me? Or 18 year old black dude in front of me-these are my two options. #stereotypehell”
“Nope… I now know it has got to be from dude three seats away clutching his bag with the most bloodshot stoner eyes I have seen”
“If a 45 year old woman is wearing a day glow fanny pack that isn’t sorority tailgate related… Can I judge her?”
“Now the fanny pack lady is talking about sneaking alcohol into SEC football games. I seriously couldn’t make this shit up.”
I’m home. That is all that really matters right now.
The trip to the north was much less eventful than the trip to the south. I will chronicle these in separate posts.
I got on the train a little before 6 pm last Friday. The train was super busy because it was the Friday before Thanksgiving. I was seated next to a guy I learned was a freshman at one of the colleges in my town. He sat down with some hot wings and fries. He ate one… then turned to my fat ass and said, “Yo… you wants one?”
I did talk to this kid all the way to the first major stop, when he got off.
This is when things got yucky.
I went to the dining car for dinner. The dinner wasn’t bad. Catfish and wild rice were actually quite tasty for train fare. I (dining as a single passenger) was sat with this guy who turned out to be an engineer. He was nice enough… and we even took our dinner conversation to the lounge car to discuss a multitude of things.
About 10:30 pm, I headed back to what I thought was going to be my seat. It still existed… but snuffelupagus (AKA a big ole girl who had gotten on) was taking up both seats as she slept loudly. The rest of the train was full. I was not jacked about this. I went to the lounge car and studied until 1:30 or 2 AM. At this point, I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I fell asleep in the lounge car and woke up about 5:30 AM. My train rolled into my station a little after 6. Then, I had a 2 hour drive with my aunt to get home. I can not explain how clutch the hot chocolate and cookies she brought were. SOOOO GOOOD.
Total travel time, 14 hours.
I have become accustomed to the wardrobe of the south apparently. At least this is what I have been told.
I realized this last night as I strolled into my college hangout with a nice red and white checked oxford shirt, navy blue vest, nice jeans, and (only because it was pouring down rain) new balance 993′s. I dressed like this often in undergrad… but never realized that this was going to lead to some strife.
“So XXXX is apparently better than us now that he is in Law School…” said one of my friends.
Uhhh… no just thought I would dress nicely for the bar.
I did grab the attention of a few at the bar though. I was with one of the “old-balls” later in the evening. He is 31, former army, state trooper. We were sitting at the bar, and a girl I know from my school (who is an NFL Cheerleader) was sitting sort of caddy corner from us. I was drinking my drink and ignoring that section of the bar anyways, but my buddy could not stop saying things like, “Duder… she is staring at one of us and it isn’t me.” “Man, she wants you to go talk to her.” “I think she would totally be down, dude.”
Nope, I’m not hearing any of this. She isn’t down for anything. I wouldn’t stand a chance. I don’t want a chance. She isn’t my type. AND HOLY CRAP WHAT IS SHE DRINKING? WATER AND WELL VODKA? AND YOU WANT ME TO HIT ON THIS GIRL? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? Any girl who drinks water and vodka should be crossed off of any list that I may be keeping in my head of possible girls I would talk to. Period. End of discussion.
My buddy got totally cornered by the hottest 47-year old mother of 2 that I have ever seen in my entire life. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was seeing someone, this would have been very interesting. She had walked in with this creepy looking dude that she left at the bar and walked over to my friend within ear-shot of her date and said, “Are you going to let me rock your world or not?”
No one’s world was rocked. Sorry readers. This isn’t getting any better.
However, after he said he would rather not (in so many words,) She looked at me and said, “Nice sweater vest, kid.”
I was avenged in my choice of clothing for the night.
And that made all the difference.
Wow, I cannot believe how much has happened and the lack of time I have had to post for all of you followers.
I have gotten emails, texts, and even a few nudges that if I didn’t post something soon, people were going to go postal.
So here is what has happened:
I got into my destination train station at 6:10AM Saturday morning. (I am going to do a post after I get back to the south on my whole “train experience… so stay tuned for that.) After naps and recharging at home, I got caught up with my family and had thanksgiving dinner. It was wonderful to say the least.
Sunday, I went to my brother’s house and watched the Packers win again. My two nephews and niece were such a bundle of fun. It is hard to believe how much bigger they have gotten and how grown up they are in just 3 months of being away. I am giving up a lot of that experience by going to school so far away. While this saddens me some, it really makes me enjoy the time and chances I have to spend time around them now.
Sunday night started the debauchery.
I went to a local Irish bar that my friends like on the south side. I met up with Ryan, a realtor and all around good guy for a beer. He invited David and Stacy who were also good friends. Ryan and Stacy read this blawg… so this is their damn shout out. We played pool, drank and even sang some karaoke. It was a great evening with a fun ending at Steak N’ Shake.
Monday was the day I visited my undergrad. I blasted through the door of one of my favorite professor’s media law class with candy for the students. I listened from the back row for the rest of the class and even got called on a few times. The professor has a J.D. from a Big Ten school and is awesome, so it made for a fine morning. I visited a few others on campus and even took a stroll through the Fraternity house.
Monday night was quiet night. I studied and tried to relax as much as possible. I did laundry and for a moment, was just glad to be able to say that I was home… even if that meant that I was studying crim law. I am surprised by the amount of work I have managed to get done in the time that I have been home.
I got up Tuesday and headed downtown to have lunch with one of my best friends from the fraternity. He works in a lab downtown and for him it was just a short walk. We had a good lunch and then I hit up the library to study for the afternoon. I got about 4 hours of studying in before coming home to have dinner. After dinner, I got another hour or so in before I was summoned to go out with some fraternity brothers in my undergrad town. We hit up three bars and headed home late. I slept at one of their houses and got up early enough today to get in 8-9 more hours of studying.
Being that it is the day before Thanksgiving, today is a huge party day. We are supposed to go downtown tonight, but I haven’t heard the full plans yet. I may just end up staying in and studying… who knows?
I am sorry I have neglected the blawg. I will try to stop doing that.
Came home today from the library and realized just how dirty my room is. I think filthy does not begin to describe it.
I am not OCD, I am not messy as hell normally either. I usually organize everything all at once when I first do some cleaning but things go down hill from there. I need to get things organized in this room pronto. I know where everything is, but I think anyone who saw this room right now would be confused on what is going on.
Thoughts… these are the things I think about, people. Don’t get it twisted, I am not dumbing this stuff down.
November marks 5 weeks until finals start.
Who is ready? Well, no one is, of course.
However, the study groups are reforming again. Mine had taken a turn for the worse for a time and I’m not sure exactly how the studying will go from here on out with that group, but I am hoping that it continues.
Outlines are being polished. I have so much work to do on these it is not even funny. Add to this the regular classwork, and my days of afternoon naps for 45 minutes may be over.
This also means that my going out has to change. I am limiting myself to just Tuesday and maybe one weekend day depending. Why? I HAVE TO MAKE MYSELF STUDY.
I worked out a train to get home for Thanksgiving break so I could study on it. I figured if I had drove, it would have been 24 hours that I would not have been studying at all. Now, it is 24 hours where I can study and be away from people. I have never taken the train more than a couple hours so this will be a completely new experience for me.
Getting excited for things to kick into high gear. They were already pretty hectic… things are about to get worse.