BrockLi Soup

BP: Beer before liquor, never been sicker, liquor before beer, you’re in the clear….OK, I’m good. Man, I love poetry!

Last night, BP threw me a surprise graduation party.

Sharon had asked me earlier in the week if I was doing anything Saturday night. I had been planning to have a quiet evening, so she invited me over to watch Miracle. While I was there, Lucas called and told me a few people were at my place, and that I should come back and hang out. I told him I was planning to swing by Jym’s (since I was by his place), but Lucas assured me that Jym was with him at my place.

It didn’t seem odd to me that Jym pulled into my parking lot five minutes later as I was walking from my car to our building. I just figured he had gone to get beer or something. BP was outside smoking and walked up with me, and when he threw open our apartment door, I wondered why the lights were all off when I knew he had people over.

Turns out there were like 40 people in there, and they scared the crap out of me. BP had managed to buy a bunch of booze and food and get all of it, along with a bunch of people, into the apartment, which he had also cleaned, in the two hours I was gone. I couldn’t be prouder of my protege. I’ve spent the past three months teaching him how the intricacies of throwing a successful party, and he pulled it off almost perfectly in just a couple hours (I say “almost” due to a paper towel shortage). He also got me a sweet bottle of Jack as a graduation gift (thanks buddy!).

I was pretty sore this morning, because we decided at some point that Fight Club was a good idea and knocked each other around for a bit. It was one hell of a fun night though, and I really couldn’t have been more surprised or honored. BP certainly earned every one of the hugs I gave him throughout the evening.

There are a ton of pictures and videos floating around - I’ll post them when I get them.

This quarter’s going to be unpleasant. I really don’t want to be taking any of the classes I’m in, but I don’t have any options at this point. Networking (4002-342) might be alright, but I haven’t heard anything good about this prof. Needs Assessment and Tech Transfer will both be easy, but a pain in the neck. Hayden and Mozart is just going to be frustrating, because there’s going to be a fair bit of reading that I don’t want to do. I want to rearrange things to get a different prof for Networking and make my Tuesday and Thursday end earlier, but two of the sections I would need to switch into are full right now.

I can’t even procrastinate in front of the TV any more. We had Sharon’s for the summer, but BP and I took it back the other day. I think BP is planning to buy a new one on payday. Fonny drew us one for the interim, but we can only watch The Dukes of Hazzard.

On the upside, I’m taking racquetball. At the first class today, a number of rules were clarified; our version was pretty close to right, but with a few key differences regarding serves.

I should be OK this quarter, but I know it’s going to drain me. I’ve never been able to handle classes I don’t want to take; last winter, when I was taking Genetic Algorithms and Artifical Intelligence, was absolutely miserable. I know I’m just going to put off the stuff I don’t want to do, and this time I don’t even have a fun class that I can focus my energy on. I shouldn’t have saved all this crap for last.

BP bought himself a remote controlled blimp, the Fantastic Flying Funship. Apparently this thing was like the hallmark of his childhood, so he found one online last week. I haven’t been able to find a website - I’ll take pictures later.

RJ is back in town. He moved into his new place this afternoon, but got bored all by himself. With only a rough approximation of our apartment number, he started driving around UC until he saw us outside smoking. I was really glad we ran into him, because that kid’s always fun to hang out with.

We took the blimp outside. RJ and I wrote a theme song for it. It’s fantastic.

The life span of a three liter bottle of Jack Daniel’s in the hands of two college guys is ten days, assuming they leave it alone for five or six of those days and have a little help (and by little help, I mean a few shots, not a significant contribution).

We had a good run, and while I grieve our loss, I like to think I’ll remember the good times.

On the other hand, we’ve got a bitchin fish tank now. I want to go to the pet store some time this week and get me a Beta to live in there. I’d like to name him Jack or Coke, but I can hardly steal FN’s pet names. I just can’t think of anything more appropriate.

(PS - I know I look like a blind retard mourning the loss of an ice cream cone, but it’s REALLY hard to look sad, look at the empty bottle, AND aim the camera at the same time.)