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We left the masochist with an impending Immuno. test.

The test was taken; blood was shed, and attenuated Ag’s administered. It seemed to have gone fine. I mean how could 3 days of studying not have done the trick?

The days between the test and the hand back were anxiety filled and stressful. I had yet to prove to my teacher/advisor/dept. chair that I was more than an average student. He knew, and I knew I would have to be more than an average student to get into med school. And I wanted to prove that I was more than the average dreamer. I couple times I dreamt of him telling me that I only got a 70 something, but I was sure these were just terrible reenactment dreams of him telling me that in General Bio Lab. Unfortunately, it had not been a dream, but one of my accurate premonitions. The day the tests were handed back I was slapped with a 72! The fill-ins killed me. So my day of impressing Dr. B will have to wait…

The weekend came around again, but this time it brought something terrible from the west.
Sheppard.

I once again fulfilled my college birthright and traveled throughout Po-Town. I went through Reggae Nights, high cover charges and local bands until I found the fortress of Red Bar. Unfortunately though, there were not many Red Foxes present. The bar had been overtaken by the likes of CIA. (The food college) And on top of this, the music sucked! After staring at the droves of intoxicated chefs I decided that I had to get the place hopping Marist style. So I charged towards the computer DJ, entered my dollar and made my musical selection. I waited patiently at the dance floor, waiting for the grace of pop to come over the crowd. Now I had always known I could get a crowd of women excited, but I truly out did myself this time. After Cassie???’s selection ended the blessed words of KC came on:
Here’s the thing
We started off friends
It was cool but it was all pretend
Yeah, yeah, since you’ve been gone…

And in that instance I had every girl (and a large black bouncer (hey, that suggests nothing unless you make it to)) in the bar screaming at the top of their lungs. I truly impressed myself.

The next night was more of the same but better. Off to Touc’s I went with my homies, and the whole time there I wished I had pre-gamed better. Oh well.

While standing around enjoy the atmosphere I thought to myself what a couple of people said about me the past two nights. In utter shock people were like “YOU GO OUT?” Well yes ladies and gentlemen, I do. Not often, but it happens. While mulling over these reactions from people I realized that people could generally be put into certain groups when it comes to how they spend their free time. At the time I was among the “partiers.” They like to spend their time getting ready to pre-game, pre-gaming, gaming and post gaming. And this normally results in spending the next day recovering from the night before. Another group was the “smokers.” Any free time these people had went to spending time in their rooms with their fans, febreeze, glassware and butane. Then you have the “studiers.” Often referred to as nerds, and rightfully so. Staying in the room and reading, writing, putting notes in page protectors….errrr, on the next ones…the “misc.” Yeah I’m getting as tired of writing this as you are reading it. These people play Madden, go online, watch the same movies over and over and play plenty of online games. Of course there are more groups and combinations, but I’m tired of this.

ANYWAY…. I’ve decided that I really need to become an even more hardcore studier. This mean all my free time goes to studying. I must start getting better grades; these C’s just won’t cut it.

Here are some random bits that I couldn’t find places to fit in.

While studying in the library I forgot to bring computer paper with me from my room to re-write my notes on! So I did my most environmentally conscious thing ever. I took scrap paper from the piles next to the printers and wrote on the blank sides. I truly out nerded myself.

My internet friend, “Milwaukee” is planning on visiting NYC with his girlfriend, so I may meet him. Now I know many of you are worried/hoping that he’s a rapist. But Wodicka and I have determined that since I’ve “known” him for 4 years (as long as I’ve known Wodicka) that if he’s a rapist, then he’s the worst one ever. The more I write, the more I realize how big of a nerd I am…. Who has internet friends? I mean really.

Oh and I also found out that when Cassie??? agreed to apply to The Amazing Race with me next year she was drunk….SURPRISE!! So anyone who wants to travel and will be 21 by next January APPLY WITH ME!

Cheers,
Greggles

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