BrockLi Soup

It’s been a ridiculously fantastic and fantastically ridiculous evening. Shortly after writing my real NaDruWriNi post, My dear friend Sarah (whose website I can’t seem to find right now) IMed me and asked if I wanted free plane tickets. Well heck yes! said I. Apparently Wendy’s has a deal going on with an airline, where one can get round-trip tickets for free if one simply collects 64 specially marked Wendy’s cups. So we set off to find 192 specially marked cups (Ryan was with us too, you see).

Turns out, people throw out a lot of cups. We spent about two hours digging through dumpsters to collect them, and came up with well over 200 cups. I’m hoping it all works out, because I’d really like to visit some places.

I got back to my place around 5, absolutely reeking of trash (somin’ fierce!). After rinsing the filth off my hands, I set off to check out some other local dumpsters and see what might be good for diving.

And so, here I am, after 23 hours of consciousness and mostly up-rightness, after hours and hours of homework and group project meetings, about a dozen drinks, and digging through at least five dumpsters….and I’m freakin exhausted.

I hope everyone else’s NaDruWriNi was half as exciting as mine. I’ll read up on it tomorrow. Good night.

Not that this has anything to do with NaDruWriNi, but in my inhibited state, dumpster diving seems like a brilling idea! Details to follow, for sure.

I chose to participate in NaDruWriNi because it’s way easier than WriAShorStorWe and a hell of a lot shorter than NaNoWriMo, and I do it anyway.

eal quick: rules say that you can’t do any post-editing, just back-spacing as you go, so much of this will (hopeully) be totally incoherent.

I’ve considered a few things I’d like tow rite about, but I feel it would be better just to write about my evening. The important things I want to write about deserve sober attention and at least a cursory once-over before their presentation to the masses at large.

As such - I’ve had a delightful evening! I’ve only got one more weekend left in my colege career, so I knew I should make the most of this one, but I dind’t. As I’ve mentioned (go find it yourself, I don’t feel like linking), I work all day Saturday, so my Friday evenings are quite dull. As such, my only option fo rmerry-making is Saturday night. Knowing that NaDruWriNi was upon us, I started drinking around 6:30 with my roommates Sara and Fonny.

Lucky for me, there was an Ultimate Fighter marathon on tonight. I’m not fond of reality TV, but I love wathcing guys beat the snot out of each other, so this show worked out for me. I watched it with roommates, and visited some friends, and some friends came to visit, and we had outstanding conversation, and it was, on the whole, a woinderful evening.

However.

I graduate in two weeks, and this fact has not been anywhere but the front of my mind at any point this quarter. I feel like I should be making the most of my weekends and going out, but I’m so tired form class and work and social anxiety that I just want to hang out at home. I worry that things will be incredibly dull once I get a “real” job and move wherever, even if it is nearby.

So yes. My college career has been exciting, but lackluster at some points. There’s a whole ‘nother post coming about that, just you wait.

And in that vein, I have a lot to talk about once I get a few minutes to articulate my thoughts. Everything is chaning in a big way, and I’d like to write about it as it does, because in 20 yuears, I may look back at all this and use it as a basis for my memoirs.

And, as we all know, I wanna make lotsa money, so those memoirs gotta sell, baby!!

But seriously, this has been, without a doubt, the most stressful couple of months of my life. I’ve always thrived on the “It’ll all work out, don’t bother worrying” philosophy, but this time, I really don’t know where I’ll wind up. When I graduated middle school, I knew where I was going. When I graduated high school, I knew where I was going and had a pretty good idea why. Now, I know where I’d LIKE to be going and why, but I don’t KNOW where I’ll wind up or what I’ll be doing.

I don’t like worrying about things. Life is too short to worry about things like work and money, but when you’re broke and hungry, you don’t have many options.

I thought my NaDruWriNi post would be FAR more amusing and drunk and hilarious, but I got a lot on my mind these days. Drinking makes one honest, no? I drink, and you get an unfiltered view of my soul. I hope it was worth all the reading.

Things are going well. I’ve had about 4 or 5 whiskey and Cokes, and I just poured an Irish Creme on the rocks. I still don’t know what I’m going to write about, but I’m definitely working on the drunk part.

“Fonny, it’s National Drunken Writing Night!”

“Oh, is that today?”

“Yeah, that’s why we’re drinking already.”

“Well shit, I’m in.”

Don’t forget, everyone! Tonight is National Drunken Writing Night! I, for one, will be starting with Evan Williams and Coke and making my way to Honey Brown or Leinenkugel’s Honey Weiss once I’ve had enough liquor.

I hope that you’ll all join me and write something absolutely ridiculous once you’ve got a few drinks in you tonight. Cheers!