That's the worst idea of the MIAC

So as I mentioned earlier someone took a deuce on my floor's bathroom floor about a week ago. Normally I would try to strike that from my memory but through a series of events I faced it again.

As I was walking back to my room tonight after smoking a cigar someone was leaving the bathroom shouting "Who put that shit on the bathroom wall?" and he was visibly irate at what was on the wall.

Upon hearing a combination of the words "shit" and "bathroom", my RA ran out of his room and he was visibly groggy as though he was sleeping and was shaken up to say the least. We all went into the bathroom and looked around, but there was no poo. Someone had written the Minnesota men's hockey record on the whiteboard in the bathroom which led me to believe that he was a North Dakota fan.

When all was cleared up, I looked at my RA and he had a disapointed, almost whistful look on his face. He was ready for some flooor shiting action, but it ended up being a false alarm...
poor guy.



As a side note, if one types in "University of Minneosta Hockey" into google, about midway down the first page is a link to the riots of 2003 after the national championship. sweet

Air Band

This made me laugh on quite a few different levels. Enjoy

A New Beginning

275 (including playoffs)
74
75

This weekend I like to think that I grew up a little bit.
The streak is done.

I've got a bunch of tests coming up this next week along with a few papers so I took a step back and thought if I really had to party. I started out the weekend by instead of pre-gaming, studying. No joke. I studied my ass off Friday night.
Woke up on Saturday and did it all over again with the exception of an hour long Call of Duty 4 break and naps (12 ish). Saturday night came along and nothing happened. I've had some great times along my odyssey of Beam and Stones and I wouldn't trade them for the world, but it's done.

Whatev, at least I beat Ken Jennings.



p.s. PSYCH!!!!

Overheard at Concordia

As I was walking back from the library tonight after about an hour and a half of busting my ass on Spanish (senora Swaggart failed at teaching me anything of importance back at Franklin) I passed by the Livedalen dorms which house mostly music majors at which point hilarity ensued.

On the first floor somebody had opened their windows as wide as they could go and put their stereo facing outward and that was hooked up to their tv. At the highest volume the stereo could go there was audio from a gay porno blasting out into the cool night as if it was a nice Avril Levign song. That brought a grin to my face once I figured out what was going on, but the best was yet to come. There was one dude just hanging out in the middle of the sidewalk just standing there listening intently while 90 dbs of man on man action rocked my small Lutheran college campus.

Good times...