I'm in two bracket groups on ESPN right now. And I'm ranked #1 for both, with 98.8% correct. Jeez....I wish I had put some money down.

The following are phrases that were actually said on AIM.....only here I put them horribly out of context:

poopunder mybum: that's the biggest penis i've ever seen
poopunder mybum: which is a sign of a good show
bbeastieboyfan88: I'm sure you know the rest
bbeastieboyfan88: I'm on the job right now
poopunder mybum: i think you look very handsome tonight
poopunder mybum: lets go driving
bbeastieboyfan88: yea good plan
poopunder mybum: i prolly wouldn't feel it
bbeastieboyfan88: That deserves a punch to the neck
poopunder mybum: then we can hang out
bbeastieboyfan88: oooooooh nooo!
poopunder mybum: uh oh
poopunder mybum: then i made a terrible terrible mistake
poopunder mybum: God help us

There's a girl in my British Literature class that knits clothing. I had her knit me a stocking cap out of white, light blue, and dark blue yarn. It's really nice. The only problem is that it's pretty tight right now.....and it kind of looks like I have a white, light blue, and dark blue condom on my head. Sooooo.....I won't be wearing it out in public until it's a little more stretched out. But now everyday that I don't wear it, the girl is like "where's the hat I made?" Crap. So I gotta wear it soon. But seriously....it looks like a swimming cap, it's that tight. sheeesh

College is an interesting BUSINESS when you think about it. The students strive to get good grades. Their higher GPA gives the college a high rating and good publicity. More students want to go to the school. The college in turn raises tuition to make room for the new students. So when you think about it, the college is PUNISHING the original students for doing well in their classes. Interesting.

Can't get enough of the infamous V.A. Gina Rain? (see the link "Support the Movement") Then check out the latest album Glory Hole Hotdish. Now free for your listening pleasure. **Notice I will soon be a part of the shoutout remix**

I figured out who is the singer for Velvet Revolver.....it's the dude that was formally with STP. SWEEEET!

OOOOOH! I just remembered something. So next year I'm living in a suite with 7 other guys in a complex that houses 12 suites. Guess how many of those suites are composed of guys? TWO! That means for 80 girls, there are 16 guys. BOOYEA!

alright alright. So there I was, no pants and a top-hat, running down mainstreet screaming "I've been raped by a giant mongoose." Naw...not really. I kinda wish I had crazy stories like that though. You know, like one I could tell my kids.....or my future co-workers around the water cooler...."Man, I remember this one time at college....." Like seriously, after this....is work....and then retirement and then death. Think about the typical life: "You're born. You prepare for school. You go to grade school to prepare for college. You go to college to prepare for the Real World and work. You go to work to save up for retirement. You retire and prepare for death. You die...and depending on what you believe in.....either restart the process or go to some higher (or lower) place. Yea I know that's a pesimistic outlook on life, but really it's true. Sometimes I think about that and I make some stupid decisions to make up for it (see below). Other times, i get depressed and say screw it and don't do anything. Anyway....sorry to get all philosophical on ya. And now a list of 20 things I hate:
1. Walking in on your roommate.
2. Email forwards.
3. Losing the remote.
4. Nose bleeds.
5. Headaches.
6. Boring weekends.
7. Bad music.
8. Christians that judge and say I'm not "Christian enough."
9. Stress.
10. People who diss the beastie boys.
11. Waking up early
12. My tendancy to procrastinate.
13. Hot girls who know they're hot.
14. The dude down the hall.
15. Girls who mess with your mind (oops! That's all of them!)
16. Raw chicken.
17. People who don't flush.
18. People who don't shower.
19. Computer Viruses.
20. Profs who give a ton of homework over spring break.

**WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST IS ABOUT THE CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL. IF YOU'RE SICK OF ME TALKING ABOUT THIS (which i totally understand) THEN LEAVE IMMEDIATLY. FOR THOSE WHO STAY, I TIP MY HAT TO YOU.**
I successfully made it through the night without having one drop of alcohol. I'm proud of myself.
Yet, I kinda wish I had drank 'cause then I would've gone to the local bar and probably seen girl #1...which is always the highlight of the weekend for me. But it's better that I didn't drink. Trust me. Apparently last night after I made that post and I had gone to bed, one of my roommates thought he would go and mess with me. He said it was only like 5 minutes after I had gone into my room....so considering I had a short convo with Ghetto Bowler AND made that post, I probably had been in bed a minute or two. So he jumped on top of me and started humping me and crap. No reaction from me. So he starts slappin me and punching me. I'm limp. No response. So he stops and he's like "Corey. Corey. You alright man?" I responed with something along the lines of "ffffffrumplefluffer." Then he asks "dude, you want a garbage can next to you?" Again, my response is "fffffffrimplyfloof." I, of course, have no memory of the exchange....but that would explain why I tripped over the garbage can next to my bed this morning.
That brings up this morning. Whew. This morning. I had to work at noon. I got up and 11, still feeling rather drunk.....and I only drink beer ladies and gentlemen.....but I knew I had to go to work, otherwise my job would be done. So I got in the shower and right away felt like puking. So I stopped the shower, composed myself, and continued. Then I came back to the room and stared at the wall for a good 25 minutes, gathering the will power to put on my pants. As soon as I did, I ran to the bathroom, puked, put on my shirt and went to work.
If I didn't work at the library, I don't think I could've made it the 3 hours. My plan was to lay my head down on the desk and sleep. When people wanted to check out books, they'd clear their throat or do something to wake me up and then I'd help them out and go back to sleep. I'd say over the 3 hours, my eyes were open about 45 minutes total. And that includes the last half hour where I finally started to feel alright and I read a book. And then I came back to the room, slept for 2 and a half hours, finally ate some food, and at about 8 my headache left and I felt fine again. All of that for one night. Yea it was a fun night, but not that fun. If I would've been smart and not drank at the second party, a kegger.......or if I hadn't done a 15 second keg-stand............I would've felt better. Which is why I didn't drink tonight and am seriously rethinking drinking wednesday night (st. patty's day). Just to get myself back under control. Jeez I'm an idiot. I dunno. I'm gonna post this and then write something not related to my usual topics......which I don't need to tell you, since you probably have already read it if you read the first post on the page. yes.