New Semester, New Fake Goals

I always like to look at the start of a new semester as chance to find a whole new way to fail. I'm not really sure what that way might be yet but I am guessing it is going to rhyme with "Shmard Licker."

A quick universal anecdote.

You get on the elevator with several other people and just as the doors close, you realize you need to fart. You wait patiently as the elevator stops seemingly on every possible floor and then finally the last person gets off. . . doors close . . . and then booyah, sweet relaxation. Seconds later you arrive on your floor only to realize that there is a megacrowd waiting to get on. There is only one way to deal with this potentially awkward situation. Start panting heavily and claim that the elevator isn't safe.

Why tell this story that you all have experienced, and if you're like Stephen, repeatedly experienced. Because I think God put us on this earth to have little victories like this. Whether it is letting go of some gas or making some fatties take the stairs, I always give my props to Jesus.

My "fake" project this semester which is to completed by March 2013, will be a wedding video for Dave and Lauren. I will have some decisions to make so hopefully I will make those public via blog-town.

Putting the Log Back in Blogging

What better way to kick off my final exam week than by deciding I am going to blog over the winter about a lofty novelty project that I am going to be undertaking.

Original name and idea: "30 Films, 30 Days"

Second name and idea: "20 Films, 20 Days"

Final name and idea:"4 weeks, 4 films"

I will begin and end production on each movie in a span of 7 days.

Because it has been a whole year and a half since my last post I expect this one will go undiscovered for a time. Regardless, I'll be letting you guys know plots and titles in the coming weeks.

My First Shift

I have my first shift in College Park as a Shutle-UM bus driver on Friday the 30th. I'm nervous and I am riding along the route I will be driving for the first time tomorrow. Well, if you're in the neighborhood and need to take Beltway Plaza between 2 and 5:30 you might just know the bus driver. His name is smooth white chocolate.

Back from Mississippi

So... after seeing the devastated areas of the Mississippi gulf coast in Biloxi, Ocean Springs, Waveland, and Pearlington, I can officially say, never live by water. I went with 31 fellow UofM students, including my fine piece of carrie, to try and make the very first step to rebuilding the coast. Unfortunately, that first step involves ripping the house down till only its stud frame remains. Needless to say, I broke lots of shit. After 6 days, our group was able to close 5 work orders and go on a special trip to Pearlingon to help set up a camp for future volunteers. Now for the "highlights"
*watching 16 MD students come into a church drunk and piss off a bunch of lutherans and a group of devoutly religious Minnesotans
*taking a coach bus to a bar to watch maryland get crushed by duke but being able to drink red stripe and miller lite without an id
*having a nightmare that took up 30 minutes of my life but being told I was only asleep for2 minutes before I woke up and exclaimed I just had a long ass creepy dream
*finding out that carrie is a much harder worker than I am
*finding out that if it involves a pickaxe, a crowbar, or a midget; I'm all over it

How I Fixed Carrie's Watch and Saved the World

It's 6:10 am sunday morning, and after a crazy night at Rocky Horror Picture Show involving winning a raffle which entitled me to making out with some chick I've never met before and seeing Sarah's little sister rock harder then me, I am ready to fix carrie's watch.

Due to my amazing capability to " f it up," I sent the replacement watch to my house instead of my dorm and so I didn't get it until the 'rents visited me this wekend for 'Rents Family weekend which I will not blog about.(fun but not exciting enough) I take out the watch and start unscrewing the back and take out all the guts. I have already gutted carrie's watch and I replace the insides. Everythng works but the light so I switch to a newer battery and all of it works perfect. replaced all the screws and Eureka. I slept until 3 pm after this.

Carrie will never know the horrible truth, until I decide that I can get a few laughs from it. I'm pretty sure it will be a few months.

I fuck shit up

all the time. even when there is barely anything to screw up or break, I screw it up or break it. Just a brief example before I get to the main event, the '88 volvo got a flat tire. I was tasked to put the spare on so we can take it to the tire place. Easy enough, I've replaced tires before, surely this would be like eating a baby, or candy or whatever. However, sparing the details, I completely broke the jack forever and the car almost rolled onto me. This was about 2 months ago, very first week of july I believe.
Sooooo. . .when I told Carrie that I could quickly take a look at her watch, the volvo incident of july '05 was nowhere near my mind. God hates me. So I took a look and the display was coming in very spottily. I decided we first should try just a new battery but it became evident that there was more to it then that. there is a small spring on the back of the watch that activates it and it wasn't being pressed down hard enough by the back casing. Displeased I attempted to just jury-rig it by just putting a little piece of whatever whatever back there(I know I said whatever twice). I did and Eureka!! all the letters numbers and symbols were blazing across the digital screen for about 5 seconds at which point the digital screen cracked with the added pressure in a specific point on the back. Expletives deleted for about 10 minutes and then came lots of pacing.
I fucked some shit up again, and there is no way I'm admiting it this time. this watch is getting fixed...and I will have to lie to carrie until a certain package arrives from a little rainforest I know.

My Best Game Ever

My Best Game Ever
Originally uploaded by robbie g sic.

Kicking Off my few weeks of no working, Eli and I are trying to play golf everyday and on the first day back from Virginia I played the upper couse at mellomar and completely spanked it. Paul and Eli also had completely ridiculous games and I couldn't be happier that I beat them. Paul and Eli were getting very competitive going into the last couple of holes and I was pretty sure eli was gonna throw down especially after Paul's chant "miss it, miss it" on hole 8 worked twice on eli. Needless to say I will be walking away from golf forever.

Virginia Revisited

11 of us made the trip up to Northern Neck this past weekend and it was well worth it. Eli, Ashleigh, Annie, Megan, Ben, Bobby, Scott, Jodi, Erin, Paul, and myself dedicated ourselves to drinking and boating as much as possible.

Highlights of the trip include:
#driving a jet ski which is bad-ass and I think I will try and get the Rents to buy one whenever I can
#trying to get into a 1 person kayak with 2 people at midnight while being completely drunk( me and annie were actually submerged but only for maybe 10 seonds and eli and jodi "flipped" immediately)
#falling asleep in a row boat at one in the morning and starting to snore while your best friend and a girl you both just meant start taking off clothes, wake up and being unable to stop yourself from laughing uncontrollably
#sinking a row boat after attempting to get it towed by the jet ski
#teaching Meg and Erin how to drive stick shift
#buying lottery tickets that were complete losers from Skipjack's Minimart