Tuesday, January 23, 2007

An Awkward Moment at the Keg and Other Stories

A Midnight Guest
Imagine being incredibly tired one day and falling asleep around 7pm. Next thing you know it's one a.m. and you're ready to get out of your day clothes. Unable to go back to sleep, you decide to read a bit. Soon three a.m. rolls around and your ready to sleep again. Into the covers you snuggle, listening to calming music that drowns out your housemates and you shut your eyes.
Then, you hear something. Something is opening your door. You can't see because it's dark and you don't have your glasses on. Unsure of what is really going on you ask, "What are you doing?"
A whispering voice answers, "Shhhhh, she might hear you. I have to hide under your bed."
"What!?! What are talking about? Who are you hiding from?"
"We were having a food fight and then we starting play wrestling and I ended up pushing M into a desk. She's going to come after me, I have to hide," your housemate says. Then he makes his way under your bed. "Just act like I'm not here."

So you try to do just that, but can't help to laugh when he drunk dials a friend. Soon, you hear something else from under the bed- he's snoring! Completely passed out. You try to wake him but to no avail. So you get up and look for your cell phone since you haven't checked since 6pm and call a friend to tell them what just happened- all while your housemate is still passed out under your bed. A half and hour passes when finally you can wake him and convince him that the other housemate is not going to get him anymore.

An Awkward Moment at the Keg
There is a tradition at Ohio University of Family weekends- there is a Dad's, Mom's, Parent's and even Sibling's weekend at some point during the year in Athens. Last weekend was Dad's weekend. One would think that this would not be very popular with the college kids who probably don't want to have to cut their party time short to hang with dear old Pops. ON the contrary, my friend. In Ohio, or at least in Athens County, there is this law that allows kids 18 and older to drink alcohol at a bar as long as a parent is with them. This accounts for the bars being packed on a weekend that brought us 4 inches of snow.
Anyway, there three of us ladies stand in line for a fill of our Dixie cup whe the conversation turns to a male friend of ours, "Yada, yada, yada, you're a slut!"
"What!?!" The male in front of us says, not our friend, which the statement was intented for. Then he continues, "I know you can't be talking about me because I'm a virgin"

Cricket, cricket.

Finally, one of the Dad's at the kegs breaks the silence, "So, how about those Cubs?"

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Bee-like

These last couple of weeks have definitely kept me busy- back to school (I still haven't completely unpacked after more than a week), buying books, getting back into the groove of studying, trying to eat healthy and NOT drink so much and fit in some exercise classes. Yeah that's right, I'm one of those people dieting for a New Year's resolution. Actually, I'm pretty happy with the way I look; I'm just trying to be healthy, especially since I got so sick this time last year due to what I can only assume was because I wasn't eating very healthy. My diet of Ramen noodles may not have a lot of calories but it also doesn't have any nutritional value either. This year it's all about vitamins, eating veggies, and some exercise (which I get walking to school and around town everyday). I also discovered that our student gym has free workout classes! When I first entered the school in 2005 I signed up for a yoga class that cost me about $30- it was over crowded and the instructor was just a little bit too out there for even me (there is only so much I hear about moonbeams before I was to puke). I had no idea that they have about a dozen different exercise classes to choose from for free until my housemates invited me to come along last week. Now I'm hooked and my body is sore.

So far I've been gone out drinking once since my return to Athens (truely an accomplishment according to my fellow classmates). I went to Las Vegas High-roller themed party last Friday night. We all got dressed up, (think rat pack)- I bought some cheap champagne to drink, asked guys if I could blow on their dice ("the lady is a tramp") and called everyone fabulous. Saturday night I resisted the urge to bar hop, stayed in and watch a couple of movies. Then Sunday a bunch of worked out for 3 hours! Talk about being sore!