Ghetto Bowler- No, no harm done.
In other news, last night a few friends and I did "Edward 40 Hands." Which, in case you didn't know, is where you tape a 40 oz. of beer to each hand and have to drink all 80 oz.s before you can take off the bottles and go to the bathroom. Except, I didn't really do it 'cause there's no way my body could handle that, so I did it with "tall boys"...which are those really tall beer cans that are 24 oz. Wussy, I know...but oh well, it's the thought that counts.
So yea, the average time for the guys with 40's was about an hour to finish off both. So thats like 7 beers in an hour! One kid did it in under 45 minutes. It was adding up to a decent night, but then one of my friends accidentally spilled her drink on me. Argh. So I had to go back to my room and change....but then I didn't really feel like going out anymore. And, as it goes with drinking beer, I got reeally hungry...so I ordered a pizza with one of my roommates and we ate that and I passed out on the couch at like Midnight. Wussy again, I know. Especially since I only had like 5 beers.
The story's not done there, though, ladies and gentlemen. For some reason, I woke up again at like 3 a.m. (although one of my roommates said at around 2 he came in and was jumping on me and stuff and I was like "noooo...don't mess with me! Leave me alone! I, of course, have no memory of that) Anyway, i woke up at 3, probably because I fell asleep in my clothes on the couch and was really hot. So I went into my room to grap my quilt and change into shorts, and when I opened the door, my roommate woke up. He had also done Edward 40 Hands. So he suddenly is kneeling in bed, and starts punching the brick wall at the head of his bed...and is yelling "MAILBOX! MAILBOX! MAILBOX!" And I'm like, dude! What's up? What's the matter? He just kept on punching the wall, yelling "MAILBOX! MAILBOX! MAILBOX!" Then he just stops, turns to me and says "Mailbox.com. THANK YOU!" and then falls back into his bed and is asleep. It was weird.
And this morning, when I told him about it, he didn't believe me. But then he remembered he had a dream about our campus mailboxes and the bricks in our room kinda look like our mailboxes.....and then he also noticed that his knuckles on his right hand were a little bruised. Hahahaha. It was funny.

This is a private letter to Ghetto Bowler:
Guess what...there's only two things worth mentioning in my life right now: Girls and writing. What else do you want me to mention? Well here's a list of 10 other things that happened today other than girls and writing:
1. I took a nap.
2. I played at least 5 games of fooseball.
3. One of my prof.'s basically said I was wrong about something, even though she was the one who was wrong.
4. I took a long shower and ran out of hot water.
5. I ax-bombed one of my roommate's rooms.
6. I went to the liquor store.
7. I went all the way to the caf., got a glass of milk, walked out with it, and came back to my room and had a bowl of cereal.
8. I drank a beer.
9. I cleaned up my messy desk.
10. I had a long, leisurely poo.

I am pissed off tonight. I haven't been pissed off in a looong time....but I am tonight because one of my roommates betrayed me. I think I mentioned that I have been trying to get with this girl across the hall for like....what....a week or two weeks now? And I've put in the time, and I've done the research....like asking subtle questions in conversation to see if she's still with her boyfriend...and I'm about 90% sure she's not. But then the other day, this roommate heard me talking about her and he's like "oh, I didn't know she and her boyfriend broke up"....and I'm like, yea...I think they did. Then today one of her roommates was over and it came up that this kid had been over there a lot lately and was flirting with her and whatnot....like it's a big coincidence that he suddenly has an interest in her now...
I can't believe that he would do that. He knows that I like her. And he knows that I was attempting to get with her...but yet he still stabbed me in the back. And I know my place, there's no way I can compete with him looks-wise....my only hope is that someone (and it can't be me, obviously) sets her straight and informs her of how crappily he treated his last two girlfriends --- he was with this one chick for a long time, then he broke up with her...then they got back together, and then he broke up with her. Then she went back home for the summer (in a different state) and he dated a girl here in town for the summer, only to break up with her for the sole reason of getting back with the previous girl, who he'd broken up with twice already. I mean seriously. ARGH. Then, tonight, when he invited this girl across the hall over (I had already gone over and talked to her, but she was doing homework and I didn't want to bother her too much) and I left because I was sooo pissed off, the one person on campus I could REALLY talk to about this was busy. So I'm still sitting here. Wide awake. Fuming. And I have an early class tomorrow. But I can't go to bed because I'm so pissed. So I think I'm going to write. I'm in a writing mood. Tonight, Geoff Anderson (a character in my book/story) is going to screw over David Weid (another character, who may resemble me...but not really). That is, if I get there.....several chapters have to happen first.

It's finally happened...I've let myself be too overconfident in my abilities to produce an awesome paper at the last moment...and I wrote an awful paper for my most important class. Argh. I just read through it (it's due in 15 minutes) and it's by far the worst I've written. I usually at least have a twinge of pride in my writings...but not this time. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to hope that my prof. disagrees with me.

So I wrote another column for the campus newspaper this past week....and I got some good feedback from students. I felt like a hypocrite when I wrote it, as you well see below..., but I doubted anybody else would step up and write the same column...so I went ahead and did it. Enjoy.
Alcohol Policy Not the Only Answer
By now, every Wartburg student knows, or at least has heard of the new alcohol policy implemented by Wartburg officials. This year, the school took measures towards preventing parties on campus by putting in place stiffer penalties for those who host on-campus parties, and higher fines for alcohol violations. Unfortunately, alcohol consumption is a problem on nearly all college campuses, especially at Wartburg, where its traditions don’t necessarily help the problem.
For more than 20 years, Wartburg College has sponsored an Oktoberfest and purchased several kegs of beer as the drink of choice for everyone of legal age. Although it has only been the past couple of years that the festival has been held on campus, and all those of age must wear a wristband at all times, the college is still sponsoring the consumption of alcohol. It doesn’t matter that the participants are of legal age, for the school’s own policy states that even students 21 and over can still commit an alcohol violation. Perhaps at a college with a heritage such as Wartburg’s, a change of policy for the students isn’t the answer, but a change of policy for the school as an institution.
Enforcement is another issue. Even though the new rules will make students think twice before throwing a party, the point becomes moot if the rules are not enforced. Take the Mensa, for example. How many times have you seen students leave with more than the allowed amount of fruit? Just the other day I saw a student put at least five bananas into his backpack and then leave. And how many times have you seen a Food Service worker chase a student down and retrieve the fruit? Never. It is the same with the alcohol policy: as long as the rules aren’t enforced, the students will not abide by them.
Now, I’m not blaming the Resident Assistants, or Campus Security, or even President Ohle. I’m merely stating that changing just the alcohol policy will not fix or prevent alcohol related problems on campus. At a place like Wartburg, where the school throws an annual kegger, more needs to change than just the penalties of an alcohol violation. Students are not the only ones at fault here; Wartburg is too. Maybe Wartburg officials should look internally at solving this nation-wide problem as well.