The autumn rain fell soaking the colorful discarded leaves. This made rollerblading difficult (if you didn’t read the story yesterday, my primary mode of transportation in college was rollerblading). An attempt to push hard would lead to a pulled groin. Or worse, humiliation in front of strangers.
On this day I would make it to Chemistry Lab without injury or embarrassment (sorry to disappoint).
I climbed down from the bunk bed in my dorm. Threw on jeans and the first hooded sweatshirt I saw. I got a quick whiff of a fruity scent.
My girlfriend had visited the previous weekend. I realized that I had unknowingly put on the sweatshirt she “borrowed” months ago. Continue reading
In college, I got around campus using rollerblades.
I know, I have a hard time believing it too. But, it is true.
Luckily, I had spent the previous winter playing pond hockey. I was able to stand up and move around a little (looking uncoordinated and awkward, of course).
By the end of my college career, I was comfortable getting around on roller blades. Yet, I did manage to get myself into trouble a couple of times.
All in all, I found rollerblading to be an enjoyable activity and an efficient means of transportation. Thanks for reading.
Oh, you wanted to laugh at my expense again?
Fine. Jerk… Continue reading
Friendship is defined as a mutual affection between two or more people.
A simplistic definition for something that’s complications are never-ending. The social media age has certainly complicated things more, as most of us now have a list of people labeled “friends” on Facebook. As time moves forward it can start to look more like a list of failed relationships.
How long it would take to break that list down into more subcategories? What would those subcategories be? Continue reading
If you are a reader of my blog, you know that I am a fan of alcoholic beverages.
If this is your first time reading… Hi! I am a fan of alcoholic beverages.
Now that we have established that, I will confess that every now and then (now = Friday, then = Saturday) I may over indulge in said alcoholic beverages. When I say this, I don’t mean that I am a danger to myself or others, nor is this the beginning of a confession in which I am admitting that I have a problem. It’s just to say that every once in a while this will result in fuzzy memories or lost memories. It is hard to explain if you have never experienced it yourself. It has happened to me a few times since I turned the legal drinking age of 21 (of course I didn’t drink before that, why would you even think that).
Of course I have an example… Continue reading
I believe that my brain operates differently than everyone else’s in social situations. Well, not all social situations, mostly situations where I need to interact with another human to achieve the desired outcome. It’s as if my ability to think clearly and form intelligent thoughts ceases to exist (if that ability ever does actually exist).
As I write this, I have no trouble finding the right words to describe how I am feeling, events that have happened, etc. However, if you came to me and said you needed me to write about a specific story that you found funny… the words would disappear, I would begin to sweat and the anxiety would begin to crush my chest.
Still doesn’t make sense? Let me provide you with a few examples so you can laugh at me. Continue reading