Awesomeness or weirdness?

As I'm drunk writing this post, I come to a very serious realization. I am stuck in Dayton, Ohio. I know my dearest followers will wonder not only why, but how in fuck's name I ended up only an hour and half from Kentucky in Dayton. Well loyal followers, I made a terrible decision when a roommate of mine and I drove down for 3 hours unannounced and visited our friends that go to the University of Dayton.

As I've been here, I've come to the knowledge that regular people who I may or may not have known for years, may have conjured an opinion about me; as opposed to how regular blogposts go, this is not about sexual conquest or weirdness. This blogpost is about terrible things.

As I sit here in a lonely chair, about to drunk dial someone. I have an exam tomorrow and I have work at 4:30 which I will not be attending. My roommate, who I've seen for a grand total of 20 minutes during the weekend, is currently not capable of driving.

I now am making a blogpost that will come nowhere near the epicness of Brick's blogpost earlier. However, my readers, give me one good reason why you shouldn't miss work? Give me one good reason why you can't wake up with someone else's blood on you? Give me one good reason why you shouldn't break a strangers' futon? Give me one good reason why you shouldn't vomit on your own person? Give me one good reason why you shouldn't lose all of your belongings at a weird Frat Party? Give me one good reason why I was drinking at 8am and am now drinking warm Franzia? Give me one good reason why you shouldn't makeout with a girl for an hour and then get prompty kicked out of her room?Give me one good reason why I have no dignity?

So now I'll get to the importance of this blog. I visited Dayton this weekend, and I consider myself a lowely member of BOX, but now I realize that I am not a real person. I visited 2 of my best friends that go to Dayton, as did my roommate, and now I know how good people exist. Unfortunately, I have not been a real person in recent days. Even my closest of friends who I went to High School with for years, were utterly insulted with my debauchery this weekend. Apparently, no matter what time it is, "You can't kill me." That was a staple of verbal commentary this weekend. My real point readers revolves around the notion that BOX went to Dayton...and Dayton laughed at BOX.