Random Thoughts
Ok, tonight, I'm somewhat at a loss for words. There will be no real themed blog, just things I'm thinking about right now. I'm running on about 6 hours of sleep and have had five classes today. So, please excuse the randomness in which tonight's segment will be shown. You have been warned.
I hate some of my residents. Not like, "Oh, he rubs me the wrong way" or "He's ugly like Danny's mom." This is loathing, to the point where I've even gone so far as to black list a few of them. Now, this isn't a biased opinion. It's not like the first day they moved in, I started hating them. No, no, no, no, they did this to themselves. Here's an example. The other night, I walked into my room and looked outside my window to see one of my residents smoking too close to the building. His eye caught mine and he knew he was in for it. He went so far as to move back. But it was too late. This little fucker has had multiple warnings from almost every RA in our hall. It was time to unleash the gates of hell on this little prick. So I went out and asked for his one card. To my surprise he responded "No." What? Excuse me? Did you just say no? I pray to God you didn't or your ass is grass and I'm the John Deere 10 horsepower lawnmower. I asked again. "No. I have done nothing wrong." Wow bud. I then explained that it was against Univeristy policy to not cooperate with a university official. More "no's" came. I called my boss. He argued with her for five minutes until she dialed public safety. He finally gave me his one card. Little fucker.
Life is moving fast. Classes are moving fast. Time is moving.............slow? Everyday goes by like it was just an hour. It just doesn't seem like I have any time to myself, but not the "sit in your room and write stupid blogs" time to yourself, but like going out and having fun, with yourself and others. I guess I have no social life. I haven't once had fun on any weekend so far and by the looks of it, I won't be for a while. Yes, I'm bitching, get over it. However, all work and no play makes Joe a dull boy. The RA switch never seems to turn off. Can't I just stop being a role model to these freshman for two minutes, have a few drinks, be loud, and go out?
As of this last Tuesday, I have gone on a personal vendetta against cookies and chips. They taste so good, but are a total waste of calories. I go to the lair and just stare at them. I feel like Homer "ahhhhhhhhhh Cookies.................ahhhhhhh." Same with chips. Fruit has taken the place of the dianamic duo, but it's not the same. The sugary goodness of a chocolate chip cookie has no match. The gym has been nice. Getting in everyday makes me feel like I'm doing something right.
So, you're probably saying to yourself, "Wow Joe, you are majorl fucked up." Well, that's what the doctors tell me anyways. I've tried to be good and stay current with the blog, but every time I sit down to write, I have nothing really interesting to say. Even tonight is a bit of a stretch. Maybe I'm just bored, or lonely, or both. Having your own room has it's ups and downs. On the spelling and grammer, hoked on fonex wurked for mi bitches. Misspellings happen, if you want put down every word I've misspelled and I'll give you a cookie for your efforts. It brings personality to the blog. So, not that I have wasted at least 10 minutes of your precious time, hope all is well. I will try to do or go somewhere interesting so I can write better stuff. Life is so..............blah right now. Well, until next time ciao.
I hate some of my residents. Not like, "Oh, he rubs me the wrong way" or "He's ugly like Danny's mom." This is loathing, to the point where I've even gone so far as to black list a few of them. Now, this isn't a biased opinion. It's not like the first day they moved in, I started hating them. No, no, no, no, they did this to themselves. Here's an example. The other night, I walked into my room and looked outside my window to see one of my residents smoking too close to the building. His eye caught mine and he knew he was in for it. He went so far as to move back. But it was too late. This little fucker has had multiple warnings from almost every RA in our hall. It was time to unleash the gates of hell on this little prick. So I went out and asked for his one card. To my surprise he responded "No." What? Excuse me? Did you just say no? I pray to God you didn't or your ass is grass and I'm the John Deere 10 horsepower lawnmower. I asked again. "No. I have done nothing wrong." Wow bud. I then explained that it was against Univeristy policy to not cooperate with a university official. More "no's" came. I called my boss. He argued with her for five minutes until she dialed public safety. He finally gave me his one card. Little fucker.
Life is moving fast. Classes are moving fast. Time is moving.............slow? Everyday goes by like it was just an hour. It just doesn't seem like I have any time to myself, but not the "sit in your room and write stupid blogs" time to yourself, but like going out and having fun, with yourself and others. I guess I have no social life. I haven't once had fun on any weekend so far and by the looks of it, I won't be for a while. Yes, I'm bitching, get over it. However, all work and no play makes Joe a dull boy. The RA switch never seems to turn off. Can't I just stop being a role model to these freshman for two minutes, have a few drinks, be loud, and go out?
As of this last Tuesday, I have gone on a personal vendetta against cookies and chips. They taste so good, but are a total waste of calories. I go to the lair and just stare at them. I feel like Homer "ahhhhhhhhhh Cookies.................ahhhhhhh." Same with chips. Fruit has taken the place of the dianamic duo, but it's not the same. The sugary goodness of a chocolate chip cookie has no match. The gym has been nice. Getting in everyday makes me feel like I'm doing something right.
So, you're probably saying to yourself, "Wow Joe, you are majorl fucked up." Well, that's what the doctors tell me anyways. I've tried to be good and stay current with the blog, but every time I sit down to write, I have nothing really interesting to say. Even tonight is a bit of a stretch. Maybe I'm just bored, or lonely, or both. Having your own room has it's ups and downs. On the spelling and grammer, hoked on fonex wurked for mi bitches. Misspellings happen, if you want put down every word I've misspelled and I'll give you a cookie for your efforts. It brings personality to the blog. So, not that I have wasted at least 10 minutes of your precious time, hope all is well. I will try to do or go somewhere interesting so I can write better stuff. Life is so..............blah right now. Well, until next time ciao.
posted by Joe at 11:31 PM
8 Comments:
First comment! I love joe's nutsack!!!
get the fuck out of your room when you are off duty and go get fucked up. Drinks and women for us and a dude in a thong smoking a pipe for you!
Don't focus on freshmen twat, get something with some game time experience.
lay off the asian tang.
First of all, much props on the Danny's mom zinger. That was much more clever than the borderline-creepy stuff that senor schmidt so frequently posts as comments to your blogs. If you want some advice, you just gotta fucking relax. You don't always have to be Mr. RA. You may think you do, but you don't. You may think that your students won't repect you if they see you out at a party or something, but they definitely won't care (it may even build you some street cred) as long as you haven't already made enemies with all your frosh. Seriously, you're in a fraternity, which means you should be wasted at least three nights a week without remorse. And if you're ever bored when you're off-duty (or even on duty), come hang out at the 2nd floor Rains. This shit's crackin like whoa. Anyway, just take it all in stride, and don't build grudges against people: because as my good buddy Bill Shakespeare once said "to err is human, to forgive is divine."
Being a perfect RA is tough. Now, the only solution is to let the neighborhood swallow you up and spit you back out. Let’s face it, you are a good cop in a rough part of town (Whelan). That shit can't work, so you should just become a dirty cop and go deep undercover (be permanently wasted) and then confiscate all alcohol and deliver it to Rains 2nd floor and come and enjoy it. I think that the permanent inebriation will take lots of practice, but what better time to practice than this weekend. Bring the drink and see you at 9pm.
A quote if you please: "Axel you are a good cop, but YOU DON'T KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING!" Lt. Todd to Axel Foley in Beverly Hills Cop
Joe,
Okay, your blog was a bit better this time around. Give yourself a pat on the back. Done? Good. Now, a few critical words...
You spelled many words wrong:
Ok = Okay
dianamic = dynamic
majorl = majorly
it's = its (...has its ups and downs)
grammer = grammar
hoked = hooked
fonex = phonics
wurked = worked
mi = me
There, I listed your misspellings and I expect my cookie. Your metaphor "your ass is grass and I'm the John Deere 10 horsepower lawnmower" was a very nice touch, so all is forgiven.
Your best pal,
Morgan
"fraternity" hahaha. I joined a frat too. but we have a house. you know, where we live and do things together.
wow joe. you really think you are a role model to the freshman? the way you act and the shit you write on this blog (god willing they have not seen it yet) is fucked up. youre right, you need a fucking life. take the stick out of your ass and leave your room and socialize. youre not COOL writing up all these freshmen, then talking shit about them on your stupid blog.
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