Weekend

While weekends are not the designated time for drinking at this house, seeing as how on any given night this semester at least one roommate has been drunk, there are certain things happening currently that reflect glory. A long-lost friend and former roommate has returned, a great man who once shared a room with me has also returned, Brick and I are going to SVSU for about 3 hours tomorrow to have questionable relations with women-folk, I work in 2 hours and I am thoroughly intoxicated, and this morning 2 of my other roommates woke up to find themselves covered in spray paint. Several UDI's have been the result of a night that ended at 6am for BOX: 1.) UDI stands for unidentified drinking injury, 2.) my right hand is fairly ripped up, 3.) the top of someone else's foot has a hole in it and is covered in dried blood, 4.) Brick's left knee does not fully extend. At this juncture I would the reader to know that on our three TV's there is a cascade of manliness happening including the NFC Championship, HEAT and Mario 3 on the Original NES. Yesterday, an amazing thing occurred. For about 7 hours, BOX and our closest friends gatethered in the front yard. We were all bundled up and as the temperature flirted with 6 degrees, we built a beer pong table out of random supplies we had found strewn about the house. Your author went 8-2 on the day, but on a better note we kept playing through the snow and vigorous wind as passers-by walked to Crisler Arena to watch a Michigan basketball game against the Buckeyes, the outcome of which will not be discussed in this post. Our water cups froze, the beer got slushy and snow flakes fell into every cup, by the end of the night we had lost 5 pong balls in the snow and we were playing with miniature snowballs. As this debauchery was going on, many individuals stopped to take pictures or honk their respective cars. I remember a specific instance when 2 girls ran up to the house and stated: "Your house always makes us happy" and I then insisted upon taking a picture of all of us. The most remarkable part of this weekend is the impending doom that awaits us. With no class tomorrow due to MLK's couragous life, tonight promises to get more silly than any mentally compitent man, woman or child would consider. Actually for the fist time in several days I will be inclined to do some personal hygiene things including brushing my teeth and showering. I know many of my dear friends follow this blog, along with people that I would both like to know and would prefer to not know, so I will end this post with a motto that has just become of significant relevane to me. My readers, as I sit here eating Wavy Lays being an Alpha Male, I have to the realization that nothing has rung more true than the age-old saying: You don't live in BOX because you want to; you live in BOX for America.