Walk a Little Strait

While we are learning how to write, solve problems and even drink, the University is forgetting to teach us how to walk.

There are times on this campus when I am just minding my own business, walking through a narrow hall, and I cross paths with someone walking in the opposite direction.

I step to the left only to find the other person has stepped to their right, causing an awkward situation.

Both of us trying to be the hero, we try to correct the situation by stepping in the other direction, only to walk into each other a third time.

If this happened to me once, I would still write a blog, but this happened to me three times today.

As a matter of fact, it happened to me on my way to the bathroom during my writing of this blog.

So what can we do with this?

I am not going to recommend that we set up some kind of system to prevent this, but we can make the best out of it. This could be an interesting way to meet people. Image telling your kids that you met their mother in a situation where you couldn’t figure out how to walk around her.
I am going to go walk around Barone trying to walk into hot girls. Talk to you later.

Another Day, Another Dollar

I really hope there are people out there reading this, because I’m writing it.

One of the things that stuck in my mind this weekend was the participation in the Earth Day picnic. I was never an environmentalist until I started studying economics and realized that we need those resources. But I am not going to preach in a blog. I will say though, I think the guitarist was high.

We lost to UMass in lax today 10-7, but the Mets won. I don’t know what the deal is with the lax team. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not criticizing, because they are still pretty nasty in my mind; but it has been a “tough” six game losing streak. In a lot of the games they lost, they had a shot at winning and played well (not Loyola 19-2).

Finals are coming up, tell me that doesn’t suck.

The weather continues to be amazing. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate?

It feels like I am limping towards the finish line for these remaining two and a half weeks.

I am soon to be a sophomore, but there are three years (well at least three more years) of fun to be had.

Sterotypes.

As my roommate looks up drinking games, I start the night. I am always one step ahead; you got to love it.

There is so much bad news out there that I am bored of reading it. In addition to VT and Imus now there was a shooting at NASA. Our boys in the air took another hit as the Blue Angels crashed a plane.

Today was uneventful. From working on my math project to a lame dinner at Taco Loco, it went quick. I watched some of the Yanks vs. the Sox, what a great rivalry. But the real news about today: Mets are a half a game up in the East (never too early to get excited).

So, what should I write this blog about?

Stereotypes!

I wore my Tommy Cheng T-shirt today, causing everyone to ask me what Tommy Cheng is. First I would have a little fun, “It’s a Tibetan freedom movement, sponsored by the Dali lama.” Truth is it’s a Chinese restraint in my home town.

My roommate found a game in which you call bars in Alabama and ask if Bubba is available. The game is cleverly called “Alabubba.” We called seven bars, mainly shooting for the Mobile area. No dice.

I pity those of you who are graduating and will not get to experience these fine accomplishments.

420, Holiday of the Young

Its 9:15 on a Friday night, and I’m tanked.

My roommate is blasting the OAR, I hope we get written up.

But hey now its blog time, time to share my thoughts with you fine people cuz that’s what I am all about.

I wasn’t going to blog tonight; I was going to take the night off, but there is so much going on in the world that I felt obligated to comment.

VT is sad, I’m sorry, Imus is posting his resume on Monster, and there is flooding throughout the north east as if that was to make up for the lamest winter on record.

I feel bad about the VT thing, and as conservative as I am I stick by my first amendment right in saying Don Imus stays on the air.

But that’s neither is the subject of the blog.

This blog is respecting today’s holiday.

Now I personally don’t smoke, but I do know quite a few people that do.

The thing about smoking is it’s really not that bad.

It relaxes you.

It makes your senses sharper.

Barry Bonds uses Balco, but could just as well hit some cannabis.

So what’s the big deal with Mary Jane?

I’m sticking with my bottle of Jack and a 30 cause that’s going to get the job done. And weed is a gateway drug it only goes to places where things get worse.

The problem with weed is you can smell it from faraway; with booze, you’re in the clear unless your ping-pong ball hits the floor of your fourth floor Campion dorm.

By the way, Mariano just blew a save; Sox up 7-6.

The music has gone from OAR to Gwen Stefani, but that doesn’t matter cuz I am in college.

College is still the best four (maybe six) years of our lives.

VT Shooting

Between sunrise and sunset today, we were most definitely educated on the subject of knowing what is important.
32 people were gunned down at Virginia Tech on Monday, April 16th, in what was the deadliest shooting on in modern U.S. history. CNN played coverage all day of everything, from the gunman shooting to the students sounding out. We watched the coverage as if it was a terrorist movie, but unfortunately it wasn’t.
This shit was real.
As most of us on the Fairfield campus sat in wait, we placed ourselves in the place of the students of VT. Some of us were mad, other confused, and still many shocked.
“What if this happened here?” was a question that some of us could not separate from our minds. The very thought caused us to relate to those that were on the Blacksburg campus. Cause after all we are college students.
And that last fact is what the real down fall of this situation was.
They were just college students. They were just fucking college students.
They enrolled and paid tuition for what was supposed to be the best four years of their life. They worked day and night on papers and studied hard for tests, to better themselves. And for what?
To be gunned down on their way to class.
If there is a tragic reality that this brings to our attention it’s that, bad shit happens, and more importantly there ain’t anything that could have been done to stop this.
To those who suffered a loss today in the horrifying shootings, I wish to extend my deepest sympathies. To those who question today’s events, I am right here questioning with you.

Buckle Up Governor

New Jersey Governor John Corzine was involved in a serious car accident on his way to a meeting with Don Imus and the Rutgers Women Basketball team, in which he suffered several injuries including 12 broken ribs, a broken sternum and a broken leg while riding in his Chevy Tahoe.
Corzine was not wearing his set belt. In the state of New Jersey, the law states that anyone sitting in the front seat of a car must wear seat belt. It is a $46 fine for not wearing a seat belt. The former CEO of Goldman Sachs probably will not have a problem paying the fine, but he might have a problem in his written statement on the inside cover of the drivers-ed books next year. What kind of example is set by a leader breaking the law? That’s like Deb Cady playing beruit in the dorms.
Now I realize that Corzine is in serious condition and I pray for his speedy recovery, but how can injuries this serious happen with a belt buckled.
Corzine will be inactive for at least two weeks, and not be able to walk for 6 months. With this in mind he has turned the sets over to Dick Cody. Cody has taught us how to be modest and still become Governor twice; get elected to second-in-charge and wait for the Governor to either get in a car accident or to come out of the closet. By the way I wonder where Jim McGreevey is anyway.
But let’s not dwell on Cody; let’s shift gears to Imus. Why in gods name would Corzine be rushing to meet with a racist radio host and a bunch of “nappy-headed hoes?”
Has America become such a segregated nation that Corzine felt it would be a good opportunity to show his face at this meeting? That’s right, after slavery, oppression, and white/black bathrooms; we are now, more than ever, a segregated society. We don’t hold hands in church during the “Lords prayer;” we feel that the citizen is more important than the community; and we are so competitive that we have started our own civil wars.
Why is everyone so up tight about Imus’ rhetoric; It’s not the first time we have heard this.
So next time a Governor wants to show his state he cares about a problem that can’t be fixed, he better buckle up.