Ugh

Well, today has been pretty annoying. Getting the info for my finals. Got to leave here around 11pm or so tonight. Leaving so late because there will be a hell of alot less traffic than tommorrow morning and I have to work from 10-11pm tonight. Start learning my new job tommorrow. Need to start laundry soon.

My misadventures with my car are getting better. Not stalling out much anymore. Just takes time and I have to get the feel for the clutch pedal. Should have learned to do this along time ago. I hope the weekend goes good, I really need a good last few days before I decide on wether or not to come back.

Dizamn

Well, today was fun........and long as hell. But to get the proper context, have to start from last night.

Tuesday: Went to speech class, got off so I figured I would go and get the DMV stuff taken care of. Long story short I end up home. Spend the night, find out that the insurance will be a whole 10 bucks more a month for the SE-R. So I sleep and plan.

Wednesday: Wake up after 5 hours of sleep just to try and make it to my job on time. Fission Mailed due to damn traffic and construction. Decided it was going to be a do nothing day. Get a shower and find out my chem class is over. Go home, pick up SE-R, interview for the job that I got (start saturday), and get the car legal(er). Get back up here for dinner, then we go out to learn how to drive. I hate the takeoff part of driving........shifting I really have no problems with. 1st gear is deceptive. And the clutch is too touchy to be my friend for now. But it is a good car, sub-7 second 0-60 when pushed. Luke loved driving the car also. Reminds me, gas is expensive and I'm almost out again. Makes me wish the nova was a stick so I wouldnt phear the power so much. But anyway, get back and relax, talk on the phone some, and go out again........this time I can do takeoffs somewhat good. And shifting is still no problem. Will just take some time. Tommorrow though..........dont go on the streets, I need to make it to the bank and I think I might just take the car on a romp.

Well, tonight went to denny's to have a little celebration for the new car. But for now, I'm out. I really need sleep.....really really need sleep.

Today was fun, tommorrow will be better.

Well, let's see. I met one of the Administration today, Fr. Stark. He is a pretty cool guy, went with Nate to his meeting because of something that I did. But we all got it settled out and he didnt strike me down. Went to Keg n Kraut again today. Nice place, good food and no id check (damn me being legal!). Coogan had fun riding in the SHIT CAR OF DOOM!. But we got back and the clique thought that was the car I bought (please). And I missed a shift and am getting a written repremand, it was all because of miscommunication, only bad part of the day.

Speaking of the car I bought though. Getting it tommorrow, transporting it home. I cant wait to start working on it. And I got a call from my friend who will be in at the time and will see it, plus he told me that I am getting a job interview sometime. Me so happy, more happy if I get to work at a garage over the summer.

Something worth updating about

Well, got my first car all on my own. I purchased a 1991 Nissan Sentra SE-R today. But first, let's recap.

Weekend: Didnt do much at all. Went home and filled out an application at a garage and I should get the job to run the register.....and hopefully I will get to use the garage for my own sick purposes. At home I read through the green tab and noticed a 1991 Nissan Sentra SE-R for sale for a whooping 950 bucks. Sunday night I called and found out it had 160 thousand miles and the common problem of popping out of 5th gear. Arranged a meeting time at a grocery store so I could follow and see the car.

Today, after a whole 3 or 4 hours of sleep, I woke up and went to work for Megan. After that went to class, then took a nice nap till 4:30 when Nate woke me up to go after the car. The night before we had talked about what would be needed to make it fast and that I will sell it to him after the summer hopefully. On the way down we were both afraid of running into a total shitbox. At the grocery store a guy pulled up in a last gen Pontiac Fiero GT asking if we were there to see the sentra. Of course, we said yes and headed off to the great state of Ohio (sarcasm/10). After a long detoured trip on old country roads, we reached his residence and I was amazed. The only things wrong were rust in the typical spots and paint was fading. Interior was immaculate, I only noticed wear on the leather shift knob. The car seemed snug too me at first, but then I realized it wasn't all the way back with the seats. He opened up the hood and I was amazed. Headers (which lead to custom 2.5 inch exhaust), Intake, Strut Tower Bar........*drool*. After talking a little we found out that he really didn't want to part with the car but was forced too because his other car was a 240SX that had a sylvia transplant O_O (he has owned 6 240's so far, let alone 2 RX-7's). After talking more, we went on a test drive. My God, I thank you for putting cars this great on the road. He really knew how to drive it (showed us the true benefits of an LSD through the turns) and I think it was his "goodbye run" with the car (easily did 60 and I didn't see him touch 3rd gear, shows how solid the SR20DE motor is even with 160k on the odometer). Nate drove it back and was also amazed. Turns out that I will be the third owner of the car, the other two owners have kept great mechanical care of this fine car. We had fun bashing hondas and saturns. He also said he had turbo parts for the car, so damn tempting......but I don't know if I will go for it yet, depends on the price first (initially offered it at 200-300 bucks). It came up that he was a "good ole boy" when it came to cars, then he got into the import scene and doesn't see why others will not do the same (sidenote, hates his ex-wife who happened to take the car to the track once or twice). After all was done, he said "Well, atleast I can take some comfort in knowing that I am selling it to people who I know will take care of this car and know what they are doing." When I was pulling out he said he was going to give me his e-mail so he could get some ideas on what was happening with the car in the future. I did have to battle my mom a little when it came to putting the money in the account at first, but we talked later and she was fine with it. Either thursday or friday we are taking the car back to my house. I have to call the DMV and figure out what I need to do to get a 1 day pass. I'm already on the ball and getting stuff arrainged, like getting the thing re-sprayed and rust removed.....still trying to find someone to do the trans, might have to talk to a shop.

So in short, days like this make me feel good. It makes me happy that good things like this happen to good people.........and not just to assholes that use their life savings to buy a car that is already complete, since they are too damn good to get their hands dirty on what they brag about.

The Pope didnt bless these because he was dead

Just had to open with a quote that I got today from my professor (Fr. Cincinnati) when he gave out some rosaries that he brought back from the Vatican while he was over there recently to see the Pope's funeral.

Anyway, too much in my life to really say anything at all. I'm still debating on whether or not I will come back next year. I'm just going to let things go there way and see what ends up happening. I have decided that if I come back, I am writing a book. I feel it is something that I have to do while I am still "In the Fast Lane" as they say. It would be nice to reflect upon myself and be able to analyze the writings.......atleast to me it would be. Turns out not many people in my life are having problems, so my advice is pretty much not being used for a reason.

Need to pull my grade in English back up. Didnt do good on the last presentation and dont know if I did the test/quiz right today. I wish she would give us some heads up on what is happening and what we need to do at times. I also need to do a book report in history, because I dont think my paper was good....so with a good presentation and that, I should be fine. Either way, my apathy is so strong I really have no motivation anymore. Apathy is another reason to consider leaving this place. Atleast at community college I could have some fun, here it is too cut and dry.

Girlfriend attempts have become a fission mailed. I'm either too messed up or they have stuff to work through themselves.

I think I need to start drawing again, I need to find an outlet for my rage I feel towards some people. People here are not very intelligent, or atleast pretend not to be, which gets on my nerves frequently. If I do not get into T. More next year, I will go insane. Atleast my roommate is now giving me a good twitch show, to some cheeseburger in paradise song. This year has just been hell with the hand that I have been dealt, atleast things on the homefront arent too bad, but I need to seperate my home life from school life or I will explode.

As a matter of fact, I only have two things to look forward to now 1) Last Blast where I will either get piss drunk or entertain someone for the weekend. 2) The summer where I get to go car shopping and work on my current car (my plans are to make it into an autocross or rally car).

I guess I'm just in a piss poor mood right now, so damn tired.

Papers suck

Well, this weekend was pretty odd as usual. I'll recap once again.

Thurs: Worked Iggy desk at 5pm, had dinner with Chuck and Ash. Of course it was entertainning. Went back down to the dorms to do nothing, then came up and hung out with ash till around midnight or so.

Friday: Didnt do much if anything at all. Had to think about how my life is going, where it is going, and where it might possibly end up in the future. Right now it is just confusion, utter and utmost for the fact.

Saturday: Went to the cs tournament instead of drinking. The prizes were raffled off (booo) so I ended up mainly using a pistol or the AK when I got it from a dead Terrorist. Won an air cleaner thing that uses CO2 cartridges. Yeah, winning air is nothing compared to the grand prize Ipod Shuffle. Drank, made another classic T More move and poured fine champagne from the windows upon the huddled, downtrodden masses. It was well worth it. Got DeCarlo's, watched Mattia and the owner talk Dago with each other. I wasnt very sober that night and bed was my friend.

Sunday: Didnt do shit. Ate a pretty disgusting dinner after waking up at 4pm. Went back and worked desk. Came back here and now have to do a paper for tommorrow that is due by noon. Oh well, probably would have helped if I had been studying instead of drinking. Bastard Alcohol, I am beginning to loathe thee for making my days unproductive and worthless. Bleh. Anyway, I hope posting this will hope me write the paper, later for now.

It's Corey King Time! WAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Since the administration is getting shaken up, this phrase will be little used and have no meaning next year with the freshman. I figured I might as well give the history of this great saying. My freshman FYS (First Year Seminar) class was lead by our Luceat, but officially ran by Mr. Corey (buttsecz) King. Well, on one of the rare occasions when he came to class, he was wearing a black leather jacket, purple shorts, and some shades. I remarked to my current roommate and the closest person to me in the class, "Dude, he looks like Morpheus". Since the first installment of "The Matrix" had just come out on dvd recently everyone knew the term and agreed. Later, we took the jokes to "Hello class, I'm Corey King. It is now time to free your mind" and then WAAA!!! referring to the "I know kung fu" scene of the movie. This was later reinforced when in Dr. Cox's class we noticed that he wrote the subject as "The Cold Waa" instead of "The Cold War". Nobody said anything and it was apparent that our ideas had been spread to one of the most challening professors at our college through divine intervention.

Speaking of Divine Intervention, might as well esplain' my weekend [/ricky recardo]:

Friday: Go to class and realize I havent done shit, except study 30 min for an exam. I go to class. Loner wasnt there (even though I dont like his class, I do have to say I hope he gets well soon and gets back do doing what he likes) but we still had the test, thankfully the equation portion was waived. I breeze through the test thankfully, atleast I hope I do good. After that I figure the library cant be as much of a pain as it was last night. I go in and sit down at a comp. There I find more in 3 minutes for my thesis than I did the last time spending 10 minutes (after which I had left that night in frustration and despair........and for a hoagie). After typing up the bibliography and thesis I mosey down on to class. I hand it in and I am done for the day. I go to the mall, it sucked. I get back and start drinking. I have one beer, I realize that the biggest party in a long time (from what I am estimating, about 5 years) is the next day. Sooooooo, I need practice. I start by pouring a good 4 shots of rum into a cup and putting in some Big K cola and downing it relatively quickly. I end up going down to T More ground floor, play flip cup (weaker version, filled up the cup to the bottom groove on a solo red cup.........I ended up playing quite a few rounds). So, when I start having trouble standing I decide to sit down on the futon. After my body starts going numb the party is dying down so I sit back and go to sleep (aka pass out). I awake to the party being back on and having stuff written on my face (all thanks to KJ WATSON and mostly from JEREMY NELSON WHO IS ENROLLED IN XAVIER COLLEGE). Sorry, have to list the bold people in bold lettering. Anyway, this pretty much wraps up my night. Amazingly I woke up to answer a trivial pursuit question and take a wicked piss..........and too clean up the writting on my face. I got KJ back with a penis though.

Saturday:Wake up at 9:30am to find out that I need to get some forms for housing. To make a long story short I dont have a room yet thanks to the health center not giving out warnings about who was clear and who wasnt. I got to Lunch and Dinner........takes forever for me to get to the island. About 8:30ish I make it and I hear Ferg yell "Levi Pelikan has arrived, let's start this party". I feel embarrassed about such things, but the party was well worth it. It was free for me though, seeing as how I: fronted money, got in free for doing so, and we made enough money back as so we broke even, hence I get my goldz back. I do feel sort of bad for not getting there on time and the fact that I wasnt there to build or help do enough really, I did manage to hook up the stereo though. Well, back to the show. Soon enough, the strippers get up on the stage and all is going good. My fondest memories from the party are of 1) Darrick taking the cup of Jungle Juice from Jo John and giving it too me, then me looking Jo John in the eye and chugging it in front of him. Darrick turns around and goes "Holy shit dude". 2) One of the strippers on the stairs with two bottles of vodka, bare naked, dancing and riding the banister 3) Bryant Kalo saying "It's okay I guess" to me when I asked him "Are you having a good time", I proceeded to hand the stripper a dollar. After resisting me, the stripper touches him and he accepts it. He got alot for his dollar, I tell you that much. 4) Before the night really ended, a few strippers got up on stage and started dancing. The one in a blue house gown type deal started lighting up a joint (aka MARIJUANA CIGARETTE). 5) Darrick getting "Cooter TO THE FACE (as my roommate torma would say)" when we were all filing out due to the party breaking up and him wanting to see what he would get for a dollar. And finally 6) Thank you all you freaky WJU girls who got up and danced with the strippers or danced while they were gone, it was a nice thing.........too bad you didnt get naked at all :-(. Shortly after the weed smoking strippers, a fight broke out and the strippers had it with all the horrid stuff going on, plus the alcohol was gone. Speaking of the alcohol, divine intervention comes into play here. The 40 gallons of jungle juice (which was tasty by the way. I had two cups, one for each flavor) broke due to it being an adjustable/folding table down the middle. The tubs wedged together and didnt lose a single drop..........go Jesus. Anyway, it was a party to behold and nobody had a bad time, I tried to make sure of that.
So......after I get back for some reason I go to coogan's room. Mainly to see Jo John get his half a bottle of Sour Apple pucker (Due to him being a Designated Driver and because I couldnt find him as too have him have a little fun with strippers, even though he did see alot). Anyways, I leave when one guy I dont know throws up. I run into Aaron Rosier in the hallway, turns out he lives just a few doors down. We end up getting back together with Zach Clutter, Jeremy Nelson back at the Ratt. I go in and talk, get details from Ferg about the specs of what the party did (can you say 1 grand at the door?) and what happened. Afterwards we end up in a quad drinking, an afterparty really. Me (Like I'm bland? come on people you are reading this), Ferg, and Joe Savermutu are talking about how we pulled it off and showed thos nay-sayers that Campion 3rd 2k2/2k3 didnt fuck around and still gets shit done. Find out that we cleared enough at the door to break even. I go back down to Zach's quad to drink a little. I bring booze, have a beer, fucking the 4 cups of Jungle Juice kick in. After making it back through campion's card swiper, I dont remember much. I go to bed and get some sleep.

Sunday: Wake up about 3pm or so. Go to dinner, trek to find World of Warcraft for Matt Arp at St. Clairsville (let's just say Fission Mailed shall we?), get back here and hang. Go to work, realize I dont want to drink till next weekend at the bare minimum. And now it is 3:40 and I have to get up at fucking 7:30 so I can be one of the first at the health center to see what I need to do to get in so I can live in T. More. Thankfully though I will have a room. I <3 Jesus for that and for making the party happen and not get busted.

And to reflect for a moment. I do feel that Saturday was a topsy turvey day. I feel bad that the Pope had to die on the same day as the party. Not to be selfish or anything. But the party was meant to be the Bartolini's 21st b-day bash. One of the Bartolini's showed up and I was amazed. Being someone who has met JPII on many occasions, I was worried that it would be a day of mourning the entire day. But as being the long sickness that plagued him, many had accepted the inevitable and had time to deal.

And being a good boy. I am using the money that I earned back (I believe all of it at this moment in time, even though I havent got it yet), to treat the Bartolini's and their assorted "womanz" to dinner, me paying of course. So we can have some nice, clean (aka not skankified whores) fun.

And for the reason I posted sober, I was asked by two of my friends to post. I didnt post before because I havent been around much and busy when I am. As for now though, I'm out like the macarena (I <3 dated dance moves).