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).