I arrived at college and made friends on my floor. I like living in the Writers' Learning Community; I can have a really good conversation with everyone on the floor except the bitchy gay kid that has sex in the room next to me all the time. There is one kid from Kentucky named Jimmy that I drink Wild Turkey with on a regular basis, and there are two kids that are not writers that I drink with on weeknights.
I enjoy going to dance parties in bars because there is no cover, the drinks are very cheap, and drinking on weeknights makes me feel grown up. Also, dancing, girls, and Wu-Tang.
Classes went well. I am hoping for more A's than B's. This pleases me because I did so little work and rolled so many blunts during the semester. Everything turned out well; classes were stimulating and learnful even if some were huge dumb lectures. I smoked with 2 of my 3 T.A's and now regularly meet for coffee with my rhetoric teacher.
I learned a lot about how small the world is. Often, the feeling of synchronicity that accompanies very many of my experiences in Iowa City is too much; like the coincidences are so meaningful and unlikely that there must be a God and He must be laughing at me. You guys have no idea. I have some funny stories to tell.
Let's see...I managed to get away with drinking and smoking all but one time, when I walked into a dorm room that was getting busted for drinking and pulled out a bottle and went "Shots for everyone" and then noticed that there were two more people than when I had left...and that they were R.A.s. But then I ran away real fast after telling the R.A's that I didn't live there but the dumb bitches that were in the room I was planning on drinking in immediately told on me so they'd get in less trouble. And that's how I spent $212 on a bottle of Captain Morgan.
I called an officer of the law corrupt while being patted down, and saved three of my friends from going to jail for posession with intent to distribute by knowing when it is and is not legal to deny a cop's right to search. I also managed to hide a bag of pot and a pipe on my person while multiple cops were watching me well enough that I was patted down three times and they never found it. Fuck Stuckey.
Lessee...other than that, got drunk, got laid, got misanthropic again, had two girlfriends with each relationship ending in a horrible but humorous in retrospect way, wrote a little bit, was propositioned no fewer than six times by homosexual men in bars (none succeeded in seducing me)looked at a lot of sunsets, became firmly entrenched in my habit of smoking Kamel Red Lights, got my Eagle Scout after a week of substance abuse, pulled a 3-nighter without the assistance of anything but caffeine and a strong midwestern protestant work ethic, and got good at chess.
The semester ended in a finals week that seemed to last about 3 days, possibly because I stayed up all night 2 days of said week. I think I pretty much put my dick in all the tests, so that's straight.
List of bands I've been listening to and haven't really before college
Band of Horses
Wu-Tang and related side projects, especially the GZA
the Hold Steady
Brother Ali/really all of Rhymesayers. I really dig Eyedea and Abilities too, I'd never really gotten into them.
Ludacris (can now rap much of "Welcome to Atlanta" and "Girls Gone Wild" but only in the presence of only men and only after drinking but only before going out to stupid big keg parties)
Tilly and the Wall but not too much cuz I ain't no fag
Neutral Milk Hotel (the possible highlight of my year: me, tripping, stomping around Elias Simpson's living room with maybe 7 or 8 other people who are all wasted (it was 3 a.m. on the night of his birthday party) singing along to "Oh Comely" at the top of our lungs. so good)
Ween but not really because the vocalist is kind of a douchebag, to be honest.
definitely the Hold Steady; they put on the best show oh my God see them live before they get really big. In a related story, I drank a bottle of Maker's Mark with them DURING THEIR SET because I smoked them up before they played. Ah god talk about an ego boost
DJ Unk, specifically the song "Walk it Out"
Walking it out, walking it out, walking it out, walking it out
bookmaking, thanks to my roomie
graffiti, specifically with stencils
Pabst Blue Ribbon for sippin', Keystone for drinking 20 in a night
doing homework while smoking cigarettes
old movies/being like an old movie actor
books- not reading them, that's not new, but as physical objects. This comes from working in a bookstore.
reading random books by random authors really fast
making hummus and making it gooooood
looking up old music videos on youtube
the mythology of the Wu Tang (did you know: all of the members have at one time or another been part of the militant anti-white muslim 5 Percent Nation? I'm pretty sure that's the one. Way to be in touch with your fan base, dudes.)
watching all the movies I've only seen part of
New Cell Phone Number 515 451 0518 give me a call as soon as you read that if your cell phone is nearby.
this semester: my brain cells
Next semester: the world
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