......pieces of thesis

-When I Was In School-

The more I write the more I realize why I’m writing. These stories and anecdotes aren’t medals or awards or achievements to be displayed and shone to anyone who comes over for dinner. The stories are a way of remembering and as they are told they become a way of reliving. College stories aren’t about trumping someone in drinking; they’re about believing in freedom. It’s about those fleeting years when there were no ‘real world’ responsibilities, no extreme bills, no obligations to anyone but yourself.

The college student has the basest of existence: a miniscule dorm room, horrible food, an extremely small social circle. Ostracized from the outside world but with more freedom than the world can give. It was a time of simplicity, friendship, good times and base. It would become the blueprint of our lives.

The times we shared and the things we did were never planned nor were they expected to be memorialized. They simply became our refuge as time kept turning.

Few things can compete with a wild nite with friends, a road trip to anywhere, and a 8:00 a.m. class with a hangover. No job will ever give the same amount of satisfaction that an all-niter to complete a 14 pages term paper will give a 19 year old college student. No paycheck will ever be as big as the gift package that mom and dad sent. No house will ever be as big or as personal and comfortable as the cell we called a dorm room. No beer will ever be as good as the first one we paid for legally. Life will never be college. New friends will never be drinking buddies. Vacations will never be spring break. Summers will never be yours again.

sound familiar?

thesis time

I've been reading Hunter Thompson and I confess, I love his writing style.
Just get mad and twisted and type.

I'm wrapping up my final papers for the semester and I am currently faced with the daunting task of picking my thesis.

It's going to get Weird and Violent.

The past looms Huge and Monstrous. There is no way the escapades that I was involved in could have happened to me.

That is a Vicious Lie someone is telling.

Yet, the memories persist. Are they demons? Bad dreams? Hallucinations?

No. There are other People who remember them also.

My only concern is that these fucking words will come back to haunt me. Will I be a different person when it is all over?

Yes, no, maybe. It's a black beast that can only be tamed by letting it loose and then caging it in immortality on paper. Yes, that is the Only Way To Go

Who will read these words? The panel. A group of professors who will attempt to glean some type of educational value from these Words but the Joke is On Them.

There is nothing to be learned--at least nothing that four years of pure madness can't teach someone.

The way I see it--those four years at college are more pivotal than Anything. It is when boys Become Men and women Become Whores--but not always. That is a Blatant Rumor, Yes.

It is certainly when life come to a X-Road. Choose your path.

Choose your liquor.

It's going to be one of those nites.

-it is what it is-

day 24-BIG NEWS

in all the Thanksgiving excitment, and trust me there has been some, I forgot some serious news to share.

AMY GETS TO DEFEND HER THESIS!!!

Which means, she gets to graduate!

Yay for AMY!!

*insert fanfare and trumpets and angels singing*

So come out to Leutze 138 Thursday the 29th and watch Amy put it down.


It's been a long and tiring journey, but I knew you would make it baby.

Love you.

-it is what it is-