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Sunday, March 1st, 2009
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9:47 pm
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Been writing tons of music lately. I've been playing with this guitar player, John, since freshman year. He's pretty good, I'm no slouch myself, but together we couldnt put coherent music together.
Things are finally starting to click now.
We've been writing tons of music lately and are shaping our sound and style for the first time. It's a blend of Rock, Funk, and Blues. We should be famous.
We also need a drummer and a singer.
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| Sunday, April 27th, 2008
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2:51 pm
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A few things....I guess I'll just kind of throw them out there in some disorderly fashion.
-I used to think I was mature for my age or at least mature in a comparative sense in regards to everyone else around me.
-I had weird dreams about Tommy last night that gave me the feeling that he was "lost" or "loosing it." I dunno. It was really dark. I think it was that last post that said something about Emma being alone and him feeling depressed or something (and the fact that Jay brought it up on more than one occasion). Either way, it was dark and haunting....like Corey's soulless eyes.
-I'm undecided on a lot of things. Especially on the use of the word "nigger" or "nigga". Obviously I use it more when I'm drunk. I tend to stay away from it for the most part.
-I time bombed.
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| Sunday, February 24th, 2008
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4:11 pm
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I wrote out an elaborate, jumbled entry a few hours ago that was a bit disorganized and slightly confusing. I decided not to post it.
Instead, I will write about this realization I have just come upon.
I am cursed. Women simply find me irresistible.
I don't know how I didn't realize this earlier. And it is because of this fact tat I am cursed. Because of my shyness and my natural, Godly good looks women are intimidated by me. See, the problem is this. Women want so badly for me to talk to them.
What they see in me in a young, virile, polite individual with whom they would love even the chance just to get to know me better. That's not even mentioning the various physical acts they would love to perform on and with me. But I digress. Such things are not appropriate material to be discussed on this public forum.
The issue that arises from the indisputable fact that women so desperately want me to talk to them is this, I do not always catch the signals nor do I always act upon my own impulse if I do catch the signals. Sometimes I am not impressed by the female specimen while other times my shyness just takes over.
When I do not oblige the girl, this is when they take matters into their own hands. Some women take the normal route and they show initiative by approaching me instead of waiting for me to approach them. While this is frowned upon by some, I do not mind. Of course, that it assuming the female is reasonably attractive.
While some girls take the normal route, there are other girls that take the more unorthodox approach. Their desire for me is far too great to allow them to just sit back and wait for the possibility that I might grace them with conversation. No. They chose to get my attention in a more direct manner.
Take for instance this one example. I was at the bar with Konkle, Jay, and various other friends of mine. As I'm walking toward the bartender to grab a drink in hopes that I could just sit back and relax with my acquaintances, I start easing my way through the crowd. I have my eyes locked on my beer of choice. I figured I would not play the part of high roller tonight so I would go for a Miller lite.
As I'm walking toward the bar a group of girls push past me in a single file line. I am inexcusably pushed back by these girls one by one. At the back of this line of girls is one especially energetic youth who found me quite stunning. She figured impolitely pushing past me without so much as an "Excuse me" in addition to stepping on my $400 gator skinned shoes ($40 Adidas) was not enough to catch my attention. No. She it upon herself to make herself notable in my eyes by, in passing, throwing her pick up line my way.
"This is the closest you will ever get to me", she says to me. With emphasis on the word "ever."
I know what you're thinking. No way did she mean that. You see, for a few months back I became quite obsessed with a method of enhancing social interaction by studying something called the Mystery Method. The purpose of the Mystery Method is to, among other things, enhance social interaction skills. And, believe it or not, one of the tools employed by the Mystery Method is the "neg." "Negs" are used to produce the opposite of the apparently desired effect. Person A sends a negative qualifier to Person B that actually ends up making Person B more interested in Person A as Person B will try and qualify themselves to Person A.
Well, I say, good job to the girl at the bar. You ALMOST got me. I know that you merely felt so intimidated and unqualified by me that you sent a neg my way in order to try and actually elicit the opposite of your desired effect. Nice one. You almost got me, but I am just too keen to your game plan.
So, now that I know what is going on, I can more easily figure out what people, girls in particular, are thinking. Take last night for example.
I went out with Boot, Eric, Corey, the girls and some other people.
Now, I walk out of the bathroom and am patiently waiting for my friends by the dancing room downstairs, I was in a state of deep thought. Here I was, contemplating possible solutions for the imminent threat of recession on the country and trying to think up good ideas for a proposed economic stimulus package, when I was violently removed from my thoughts.
A female, whom I had not even noticed until she had spoken as she walked passed me, had just come under my spell. She saw me standing in my corner, obviously waiting for the rest of my company, and she thought I was the most attractive male specimen she had ever seen. She also found me to have an amazing sense of humor, a great taste in music, and she knew that I provided the most thought provoking conversation pieces out of anyone she had ever met. Should could tell all of these things with one glance.
How does a plain, ordinary, uninteresting girl such as herself gain the privilege of having me acknowledge her as a human person? Why, throw a neg why dontcha. She figures that a negative qualifier will at least get her foot in the door. But no! I had already learned from my previous experience that those old tricks were not tricky enough to trick a true trickster.
So as she, in passing, said to me "You wish you could have someone like me" I merely brushed it off as a weak and unoriginal attempt to try and get me to notice her and try and qualify my already-qualified self to her. Nope, it didn't work. I think next time she should spew her pick up line while at the same time kneeing me in the balls. I would not be able to resist something like that.
Oh, what a life I lead being cursed. Maybe one of these days I will through one of these desperate females a bone and actually engage in some sort of activity that recognizes that as living, breathing members of our society. I guess there is always hope for these girls.
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| Thursday, February 14th, 2008
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2:57 am
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I took a nap Wednesday evening and had a dream about Real GDP and graphs and Savings minus Investment and Y-C-G and the Real Rate of Interest.
I am unsure as to whether I categorize this is a dream or a nightmare.
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| Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
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2:41 am
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Just downloaded a 3CD set of "The Very Vest of Power Ballads" and damn son....talk about being done dirty.
I think this shit will put me ahead of Jay in terms sick 80s music.
I'm too lazy to even reach down, open up my book bag, and see if I have any work due for my classes later on today. POS = Piece of Shit.
I was going to make a post about the ignorance of people today after watching that De Niro autobiographical film, A Bronx Tale, spurred some thoughts....but I figure I'll save the pretentious, asshole post for the future.....distant future.
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| Tuesday, September 25th, 2007
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1:15 am
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This is my contribution to the live journal community.
I'm really feeling my religion class so far. It's something like Dynamics of Religion but in actuality it is 20 million freshman and 2 sophomore's listening to this old man who knows everything about everything. His knowledge on the various religions and their basic roots is astonishing. You can tell that he's spent his entire life studying this stuff. I haven't contributed too much to conversation because I already feel that everyone in that class always raises their hand (Actually, just like the same 7 people) because they feel that their little input is so imperative to the existence of the class. I'll add to the discussion soon. I just don't want everyone bowing down to me quite yet.
Economics classes are boring. What the fuck? Macro was so interesting and even exciting at points that I just knew switching to Econ would be the perfect choice for me because it's so analytical, but this semester I'm loaded with other Econ classes and they are so boring and just far from what I'm interested in. Problem is, I have no idea what else to switch to, plus next year when I'm a junior I'll be able to take the Economics in the Entertainment Industry class which is cool. We learn about people who try to get movies financed and cool people take it like this one girl took it whose father played on Carlos Santana's Supernatural album which went 15 times platinum and won 9 Grammys. I just can't do Comm.....I don't feel like I would be able to make a decent living if I personally got a degree in Communications(I love you, Jay Butler, doesn't mean it applies to you).
Still can't wait for my camcorder. I've been making lists of songs that would be perfect for certain video projects and exactly what kind of emotion they elicit/what kinds of scenes they would compliment. I think when I get it I'm just gonna record something real quick and spend a couple of hours toying around with my editing program(once I pick it out) and seeing what I can do. I seriously think at this point I would have more fun spending countless hours meticulously editing a video late into the night cutting pieces here, pasting pieces here, making transitions, as opposed to some economics stuff. But hey, I started out having fun in Economics with Macro, now I'm having a shitty time, hopefully I can go back to having fun and round out that cycle.
I'm thinking something sick is gonna happen this weekend. It's just a feeling that I sometimes get from God, he doesn't usually give me any more than that so I dunno. Of course if something ridiculous does happen I would be forced to make an update. It'll be good because whenever wild shit does happen, Jay's point of view as well as my point of view will be available so hopefully that can give people greater perspective and understanding as to what the hell is going on here.
Other than that, go fuck yourselves.
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| Saturday, September 22nd, 2007
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4:49 am
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I had just packed up my computer for the night after watching various videos and messing around for the past two hours or so. But then, I decided on a whim, to make an entry before I go to bed. It is 5 o'clock, after all.
I've been at La Salle for about four weeks now and this is the first night I've had where I didn't go out and I am sober. Needless to say, I am having an awesome time.
I was pretty negative last night (surprise!) and have been somewhat negative recently, but now I figure it's time to stop that shit. It brings other people down and I feel like I make myself look like an ass. I've just been bummed that the parties here suck, but I have a great time pre-gaming and hanging out with my roommates so that's really the most I should ask for. I'm not necessarily focusing on getting a bunch of chicks, or anything like that. Of course, Boot and I talk about doing that all of the time anyway. That kid....that's a whole different topic that I will touch on in a few moments.
Like I said, the year has been awesome so far. I feel privileged. Not just because I'm a sophomore living in the townhouses (which Boot pointed out that I am probably one of the first non-athletes to do so) but I'm with a sick group of people. Today it started off with just Jay and I watching his Australian videos and from the start of the very first Australian video, the Real World Australia video, I was envious of their time in Australia. They looked like they had a banging fucking time, bonded, and just were being kids. Doing shit that kids do and being the typical youth of the world. These guys and girls were having the time of their life. And as Jay loves to bring up every fucking day, it was because of Jay, Eric, and Boot, those specific "rowdy Americans" that shit was popping off all of the time in Aussie land. And I'm actually living with these kids. Although this year probably won't live up to their wild times at Australia, wild shit will still definitely happen and good times have been occurring and will continue to occur.
Also, those Australian videos made me want to get a camcorder. I picked on out. Portable hand held, HD, charges by being plugged into my computer's USB port, and can record straight off of VHS, DVD, and TV. SICKKKK! So yeah, I'm definitely going to pick that up during fall break and just record a lot of the shit that my friends and I do when we're having a good time. That way I/we can look back on those videos and get all nostalgic. Those Australian videos are something Jay, Eric, and Boot can show to their kids and their grand kids once they are all old and shit and say "Look, I Was young once and I went buck wild." I'm definitely going to be "that guy" that records shit and is annoying with his camera. It'll be my new little toy. I'm pretty pumped about getting it. I've been browsing different video editing software as well so I can make my own videos and get to a semi-professional level.
Living situation is good, though. I knew that this five man combination would be the best possible La Salle townhouse combination and it's working out. Even me living in the double works out well since Jay, Corey, and myself stay up the latest and are all on the 3rd floor together. I've become better friends with Boot. I used to love hearing Jay's stories about Boots wild antics or his random clutch comments just because you wouldn't expect that from shy Chris Butera. It's cool to have that bond with the other "laid back" person in the house. As far as the living situation as a whole, there aren't too many times where I feel bored. Also, even though the parties aren't the greatest, I'm sure we'll be hitting up the bar scene soon, so that is a guaranteed good time.
Jay has to be by far one of the stranger sleepers. He's sleeping now, obviously. He'll go through moments of snoring ridiculously loud, and then he'll go through moments of complete silence. Then snore in these strange rhythms. Like two nights ago I couldn't sleep because he was doing this weird snoring thing. He would like snore at a normal volume for about 4 beats, and then his snore would steadily crescendo for 2 beats until it would reach it's climax, and then he would go back to snoring normally. An hour ago he like did that snorting thing that people do before they spit mucus out of their mouth, and right after he did that he said "That's gross man." I'm 100% positive he was still asleep. And I'm pretty sure about a half hour ago he started laughing for no reason at all. I kind of want to just stay up and listen to the ridiculous things he says in his sleep. Does that make me weird?
It's weird to think that this is only my sophomore year. Like last year I was a freshman, fresh out of high school. It fucks me up mentally when 60% of my roommates are seniors and are experiencing their last year. Sometimes I think to myself "Damn man, I gotta go wild this year since school is over after this year." Like, I seriously can't see my La Salle career beyond the year. Maybe it's because I have no idea where I'll live, who I'll live with, and if I'll have as much fun once these dipshits graduate. I do know that my boy Petey as well as my friend Hollywood have been tossing around the idea of studying abroad Australia. They've been doing this since last year and did it even before they found out that I have friends that did it. I dunno if I am pumped for this though, because like I told Jay, he went with his two best friends. I've been hanging out with Pete more this year but I don't have friends here who I'm nearly as close with as Jay, is with Eric and Boot so I'm not sure how that'll go. I know Jay is all for me going so please Jay don't leave a comment saying "I now I keep telling you this, but you need to study abroad in Australia. It will be a life changing event." I believe you, so don't even waste your time.
I really have no desire to go home. Having a good time at school which just backs up my belief that college is a chance to do right what you did wrong in high school. Man....high school.....I hated that fucker with a passion. I'm having a good time in college so far though. It's just so weird to think that I have not only this year to get through, but two more whole years to get through after this. Wild.
Anyways, this entry has already become way too long....and it's also pretty unorganized. That's what happens when you don't update for months. You get rusty. I'll try and update more often but I've just been waiting for something big to happen. A lot of funny shit happens like Jay wrestling the coked out wrestler or our trip to Rutgers Camden where they were booty dunkin bitches, but I'm too much of a piece of shit to make entries those nights. Plus, who wants to read a drunk Chris Ingram entry?
For now it's time to go to sleep. That camcorder is going to be so sickkkkkk though. I'm pretty pumped for it. I can get my hands into some multimedia. Mr. Range for the win! Ok, I'm a homosexual. Bye.
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| Monday, August 6th, 2007
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10:17 pm
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I've been debating back and forth whether or not to post this. On my 70 minute drive back home I kept thinking up ideas to myself of things that I would throw in this entry if I wrote it. I figure I may as well put this down on my metaphorical piece of paper just because it's been in my head lately.
This weekend was pretty sick. Mainly because of the events that began on Sunday.
So, Sunday morning I drive to Staten Island to visit my friend Kevin Kennedy and I was even more pumped because the majority of my freshman friends all planned to meet up there as well and party because it was Kennedy's girlfriend's birthday party. So I get to Staten Island with absolutely no problem at all. However, once I got onto the island I had no idea how to get to Kennedy's house. The directions I had sucked and the main road that led to his house was constructed weird so that it started and then stopped, and then continued later on. So it was kind of like the main road, Clove Road, was two roads.
Anyways, I finally get there and am met with my boys. They're just sitting on his couch hanging out. Let me just say that hanging out with these guys made me realize why I enjoy La Salle and the college experience so much. On my way back home I felt so cleansed and just refreshed. I felt absolutely stripped of all negativity after hanging out with my friends(gay) because it's always a good time. When we all hang out, it's basically guaranteed good conversation. And I'm a sucker for good conversation (gay). We all pretty much just chill and shoot the shit. That was one of the things I looked forward to most coming into La Salle. I saw the chill atmosphere when I visited Jay and how it's so easy to just go in your friend's room when you're bored and avoid not being bored by yourself.
What I mean by this is basically the entire group that was at Kennedy's was in such a jovial mood. We instantly went back into our same routine that we naturally adopted at school. We would each take turns throwing jokes into the conversation. Everyone contributed something to the conversation and the majority of the time it was something funny...at least to us. Almost everything someone would say was so clutch. It reminded me of being back at school. Whenever I was bored or after the night of a party, I would just wake up the next morning and walk down to room 118 where everyone was and we would just bullshit the entire time. Or like before the tennis season started for Corey he would be down to play Top Spin pretty much whenever. We would be talking trash to each other even though he won every single game. So whenever one of us were bored we would just play that and bullshit. I skipped class on at least 2 occasions to play Top Spin. The best was when we were all playing Mario Tennis or Mario Kart and people would skip class and just stay downstairs and play to keep the game going. That's how I felt college should be. The occasional skipping of class to socialize.
I also realized that I'm so comfortable in that atmosphere that I do things that better my personality. I was more creative with my jokes and pulling pranks and shit like that. It was like because I was feeling so free of my somber countenance I was able to kind of naturally go with the flow and do funny shit that made myself laugh and the rest of the people have a good time. We were all like that.
That's exactly why I hate the movies so much. I liked sitting around on the couch telling stories of last year and exaggerating shit and just making fun of Kennedy and each other. It's clutch how we're all good sports about jokes. We don't take them too far when we make fun of each other, and we know we have each other's backs so no one ever gets pissed at another person. No egos. And just bullshitting around is so chill. I still contend that there is no point going to a movie because you're sitting in a room with your friends but you are discouraged from talking at all and are more or less in your own zone. Even though you feed off of the audience and may laugh at a joke because the rest of the people are, it is not a social situation. The only plus in the favor of being social is that it gives you something to talk about after words. But me, I just realized about myself that I like kind of chilling, talking about anything, and just laying back. I didn't realize that about myself before..or I guess I just didn't want to admit it since I always pictured myself as the same quiet 12 year old who preferred not speaking much as opposed to talking.
It really made me want to stay there longer. It definitely sucked that I had to work so while everyone met back up in the diner after the party the next morning I had to split early. I know that it would've been a good time just because the afternoon before that we were sitting in the same diner just joking around and being teenagers and it was the kind of happy, lighthearted, social situation that I tend to love most.
The party isn't really too notable. There was like 20 guys and 5 girls, 3 of which had boyfriends and 1 being Kennedy's girlfriend. Dude Fest '07. However, there was this one chick who was pretty. She and I made eye contact for about 3 seconds while she was sitting around with some of her girlfriends talking to each other. And then she did it again later on in the night. I figured 1) I was in Staten Island where if I fail and fuck up, it wont be a big deal because I wont see many of the people again 2) if I do fuck up it'll be a hilarious story to tell the guys the next day 3) I was drunk (but not wasted) and 4) I never walk up to girls I don't know and talk to them, so taking myself out of my comfort zone would allow me to grow and learn. So I sat down next to her and started talking to her. She seemed reasonably interested while we were talking to each other. Although, I wouldn't put it past her to feign interest as she seems like one of those incredibly nice girls who would just pretend to be interested in conversation to appease the other individual. So I was completely comfortable talking to this girl, making sure to look right at her (because I tend to avoid direct eye contact out of shyness) and the conversation was very natural. Nothing forced from my end at all. Eventually while we were talking my drunk ass beer pong partner stands directly in front of me like with his dick in my face and says "Yo Ingram, we're on the table." And as I hesitate he's like "C'mon man, let's go" So I got up and point out to him that he pulled me away from a girl I was relatively interested in and he realized his mistake. No big deal though, I felt like the conversation was dying anyway. If the girl was that into me, should could've kept it going. It's even possible that she thought I was a predator like the majority of my friends were being. How is a girl to know what you're all about without even saying a word to you?
I'm not worried about that though. I'm just pleased that instead of stopping at the eye contact stage and running around/avoiding the person, I actually approached her. I think that's it. Like, that's all I have to do. If I did that at school, I would be money. It would open me up to meeting various new people and expose me to different situations. Me going over to that couch and starting a conversation tore down a huge wall that had been staring me in the face since I first became interested in girls. It's taking myself out of my comfort zone into awkward and potentially uncomfortable situations that I will see myself learn and grow the most.
My one friend, Johnny is even worse at talking to girls than I am, and I would seriously think twice about ever saying that statement about anyone because you'd have to be pretty bad. I was talking to him later in the night when we were sitting down and two teams of girls were playing on the pong table. The one girl that I had talked to earlier was playing. Johnny was like "So what do you think about the girls?" and I was just like "Well, I think that one girl, Dana, in the red dress is cute." And then he goes "Hey Dana" and she's like "Yeah?" And he spazes out and says "Um.......what's your name again?" And she is like "Uh..Dana, you just said it." And he lets out an embarrassed laugh as he looks at me and is like, "That didn't go so well." I was like "What'd you do that for?" to which he replied "I didn't know what to say to her once I called her name."
But yeah, good times were had with me mates this Sunday. Just sitting around and hanging out is what I would have liked to do if I had friends during high school. Even being back at home is lame because I don't have friends to do that with. That's why I always tell myself that college is a chance to start over. To do right what I did wrong in high school, which was to fail to achieve any sort of social life whatsoever. Sunday kind of whet my appetite for the La Salle good times. Bullshitting with my chums is, for me, what college is all about. Best day of summer, mate.
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| Sunday, May 20th, 2007
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11:26 pm
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I'm in my room right now listening to music. I was just listening to that awesome song from the musical Annie. You know, that song "Tomorrow." Yeah, it definitely is awesome. Well, my brother barged into my room like he always does, aggressively opening my door like the police. I'm pretty sure he heard me blasting this song even though I have headphones on.
Actually, now that I think about it, he made a weird face and smiled before he spoke. He definitely heard me blasting this song.
Oh well, that song is great. I just figured I would post this because I never post so this can be used as an excuse for an entry.....yeah. Good entry, Chris.
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| Wednesday, May 9th, 2007
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I'm serious about The Rejection Game. I'm about to level up like a mother fucker before my sophomore year begins. Plus, it's a fun thing to do with someone you have comedic chemistry with like me and Tommy. Seriously, this can only lead to some funny as times, even rejection will be funny as hell. If not now, then later. I initiate, Tommy, you keep it going. Just something to make the summer more interesting and prove to you I got mad skills, and also that we are the greatest duo... probably ever.
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| Monday, April 16th, 2007
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9:13 pm
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By this saturday I'm gonna pick out a beach house that I think will be solid as well as a week we could rent it. Not gonna put any money down yet, since I don't have any, but choosing a house and a week for renting is definitely is the first step. Once we do that, I can make the call to the owner and we can put down the deposit.
I encourage everyone to look through that like that I made a few entries ago and chose 1 house that you would like. Please, don't just say "I don't care, anyone is fine" Try and make a legitimate attempt to choose 1 house and 1 week that we could rent (There are dates there that show when the houses are available). Like I said, that's the biggest step. Once we do that and have agreed on one, all we need to do is put down the $300 deposit
Do it by Saturday to get this ball rolling.
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| Sunday, April 15th, 2007
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Alright, Jay finally responded to my LJ entry so pretty much everyone is up to speed on the whole beach house idea. We all need to figure out a time when we can go online and do a gay little chat room or something like that to talk about this idea some more. It's gonna be hard to figure out a time that works for everyone since Jay is on spring break right now and going from place to place, but, if you can, just try and respond back to this entry and let me know what time works for you guys.
I'm gonna say tomorrow at 6? I dunno, anything works for me later on tomorrow so let me know.
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| Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
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11:24 pm
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I checked out a few houses last night so here is some preliminary information on them.
Now, I realize that many of these houses may seem pricey, but if we're going with a bunch of people then obviously the more people we have the less the cost is per person. That means that it would be relatively important to know who would be down for this idea and who wouldn't. And these people would have to be completely sure of their decision.
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http://www.shoresummerrentals.com/views/detailView3.asp?propertyId=1670
From July 7-July 21 the cost is $1695 for per week
That house sleeps 10 people (most of these houses sleeps 8-12 people).
1/2-2 blocks from the beach and the boardwalk.
3 Bedrooms and 2 Bathrooms.
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http://www.shoresummerrentals.com/views/detailView3.asp?propertyId=2025
From June 30 until September 4 the cost is $900 per week
The thing about this house is that it's a little bit smaller.
Houses 6 people
2 Bedrooms and 1 bathroom
Tennis courts on the corner (haha, Corey)
Movies on the beach
Nearby Pub, blah blah blah
This one, I guess, would be in case only few of us want to go. Of course Me and Konkle are definites
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http://www.shoresummerrentals.com/views/detailView3.asp?propertyId=2210
From May 26 until September 8 the cost is $1600 per week
Houses 10 people
3 Bedrooms and 2 bathrooms
1 Block from the beach and the boardwalk
10 Blocks away from Amusement park, so that's kind of far
Solid looking place, overall. 1st Floor Condo
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http://www.shoresummerrentals.com/views/detailView3.asp?propertyId=2541 From June 30 until September 1 the cost is $1650 per week Houses 10 people
3 Bedrooms and 2 bathrooms
It has a deck, which the word “deck” alone excites me
Parking is covered
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http://www.shoresummerrentals.com/views/detailView3.asp?propertyId=1530 Now we’re getting to the more expensive ones
From June 17 until August 31 the cost is $2200 per week
Houses 11
4 Bedrooms and 2 bathrooms
Has a balcony and a deck
Fireplace, patio, and a porch
Close walk to boardwalk and beach
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http://www.shoresummerrentals.com/views/detailView3.asp?propertyId=1734
From July 7 until July 21 the cost is $2200 per week
Houses 10
3 Bedrooms and 2 bathrooms
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http://www.shoresummerrentals.com/views/detailView3.asp?propertyId=2680 Per person charge. Rates will depend on duration of stay, Group Size, total occupancy and total number of Apts Rented. Rates range and start at;
2 Nights - $100 - $125 per person
3 Nights - $115 - $135 per person
4 Nights - $135 - $155 per person
5 Nights - $155 - $175 per person Houses 12 or more
7 Bedrooms and 5 bathrooms
Deck
Located near a pub
Minutes from Atlantic City Those are the lucky 7 that I looked at last night when I should’ve been doing homework. I figured I would type this out and post on livejournal tonight since I only have a paper due tomorrow for a book I just read tonight. It’d be nice to get some feedback from you guys….all of you. The more feedback, the better and the more realistic this idea can become. Even if we don’t do it this summer but do it next summer or something, at least we have some information and have some places scouted out. And like I said, these places are booking up fast and they want at least a deposit pretty soon, so this idea would be hard to pull through due to lack of funds or funds needed in a relatively short amount of time. And a final thought. I thought maybe it’d be cool if we rented one of these houses during the same week as Warped Tour? We can party all week, go to Warped Tour and grill out there/chill there in the morning to all day, and then come back to our beach house? Or we could do the Warped Tour thing first in the beginning of the week, and then that would start the week that we rent the house. So we go to our house the first day, drop off our stuff, then go to the Tour, and after it’s all over we come back to our house to kick off our vacation? I dunno, just throwing ideas around (and looking for an excuse to distract myself). You can throw them right back if you’d like.
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| Tuesday, April 10th, 2007
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10:25 pm
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My roommate just told me that he and his boys are renting a beach house over the summer in Wild Wood.
$1900 for a house that houses 10 people for a full week and they're splitting it 8 ways (Cause they only have 8 people). He's doing it like June 23-June 30th. He invited me to come down, but I was thinking about how interesting it'd be to do something like that. Chris said he'd send me the link later on so I will definitely personally look into the different packages they offer, just to waste time when I could be doing pointless school work or something.
But stuff is booking up now so that's why I mentioned it. It's getting harder and harder to get a house.
Imagine throwing a banging beach party like the one we went to last summer. Think on it.
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| Monday, April 2nd, 2007
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12:09 am
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Darin Pa got into La Salle and might come here. I thinks that's pretty wild.
I dunno if Darin should be allowed to be exposed to Corey though. Actually, I'm pretty sure he should go nowhere near Corey, and I will tell you precisely why.
On Thursday we were chillin in Jason's room in Basil. Jason's got this girl over who he's talking to who's currently a 17 year old senior in high school. Somehow she starts talking about the subject of drinking.
"I've been drinking since I was a freshman", she proudly boasts.
"Wow", Corey replies facetiously. "You really started early."
"Yup", she responds, "I'm a champion."
"Wow, that's a bold statement", Corey retorts. "You're a champion?" he asks her.
"Yeah, I'm a champion", she says to him in an extremely cocky manner.
Corey has a decision to make. He can either let this statement slide and ignore her, or confront this menacing 17 year old girl head on. His next words show that he has clearly made his decision.
"Alright, let's go shot for shot right now", he says to her.
"Alright, fine. Let's go" she says, accepting his challenge.
I can do nothing but shake my head at 1) the ridiculousness of Corey for challenging her, and 2) for this girl actually believing she'll win.
Then the funniest thing happens. Corey takes a shot with her (probably his 6th or 7th since we'd taken shots earlier during the boxing match) and then they chill.
"I love Captain Morgan's", she says. "It's so delicious."
About 4 minutes later Corey decides it's time for another.
"You, you ready for the next one?"
"I think I'm done for the night", she responds back.
"What?!" Corey and I both exclaim in unison.
"Yeah, I'm done."
Corey and I are just speechless. Now, I'm not sure if she'd been drinking all night and took like 14 shots before we got there or something, but it was funny for her to try and out drink Corey and then completely stop after one shot.
She gets up and stumbled to the bathroom, unable to walk in a straight line.
Corey wins this fierce battle, as a smile appears on his face showing immense satisfaction of his recent victory.
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| Sunday, February 25th, 2007
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4:48 pm
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I forgot a funny little story that happened last night. Alright, I'll set up the scenerio:
I'm on the first floor of Neumann with Konkle, Corey, and Chris. We're just chilling, talking about the stuff we plan to get into tonight. Then, all of a sudden, this kind of bulky kid walks past us and rips down a poster. I disregard it, because it wasn't a big deal. However, after walking past us, he decides to address us, like an normal human being.
"I hate Frederick Douglass", the kid says as he looks me dead in the eyes.
He makes no attempt at all to look at Corey, Konkle, or Chris. He merely states to me "I hate Frederick Douglass."
Now, there is a sufficient aura of an alcoholic odor to this individual which leaves no mystery as to whether he was intoxicated or not. Also, the fact that his eyes were drooping and he had a drunken look implanted on his face led me to believe that he had, prior to our encounter, consumed a decent amount of alcoholic beverages.
So the kid deems it appropriate, once more, to express his feelings to me about the man whose poster was hanging up in Neumann hall because of black history month. "I hate Frederick Douglass." The difference between this time and last time is that he has a little tidbit to add to his statement.
"I mean, I love them, I just hate Frederick Douglass."
What a kind soul. He wanted to make sure that I knew that although he hates Frederick Douglass, he loves them. Hmmmm, wonder who them could possibly be. I'd always wondered. I even once tried to contact them but to no avail. They are very hard people to catch up to.
So after making sure that I was not offended by his blatant hatred for Frederick Douglass (the kid was such a sweetheart), the kid pulls out from underneath his sweatshirt a handle of some yellow looking liquid. Now, I am far from the intellectuals that have come far before my time, in fact, I probably never will be one of these intellectuals. But I'm going to venture out, make an educated guess, and say that the handle was full of alcohol? I'm not sure. Just a guess.
As he pulls this handle out of his sweatshirt, I notice Fred (the RA on our floor) and the female RA from the 3rd floor walking toward him. They were doing their rounds.
"Yo dude", I say to this guy, as I wave him over to me.
The guy gets a very serious look on his face as he quickly walks toward me. I wasn't sure if he thought I got offended by his remarks and was calling him over for a fight, but then I see fear quickly seep into his face.
"What? Are you an RA?" He fearfully asks.
"Nah man, but two of them are right behind you. The guy and the girl", I politely inform him.
"Ah, thanks man. I really appreciate it. Good looking out."
"No problem, dude", I told him. You know, I sometimes like to do a kind service every now and then. I just got written up about a week ago for playing pong in the dorms, so I know how bad that can be.
The guy is ready to end our brief encounter. After all, why would he want to stay downstairs with a handle under his sweatshirt when there are two RAs walking toward him to complete their rounds? I expect him to say nothing more to me and just walk away. Nah...not this guy. The hatred in his heart for Frederick Douglass had consumed him. Who knows? Maybe in school he had to take a course studying Freddy D and he failed. Maybe he went to a Frederick Douglass high school and hated the experience. Maybe Fredrick Douglass was the name of his estranged father who walked out on him when he as a kid. Either way, he could not leave without saying one more thing on the subject.
After thanking me for warning him about the RAs, he says:
"I still hate Frederick Douglass", and walks upstairs.
That was one highlight of my night.
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3:06 pm
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I was just reading my friends' live journal posts. I got all the way to about 1/4 of Drew's and just had to stop. I have to post this.
Jimmy Eat World is so good. Like, I knew Bleed American was a good album, but the first two songs have just grabbed me by the balls and I'm like all over their nuts. I've got so much music lately. Got the new Brand New CD...............this CD has changed my life. The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me is one of the top 5 best rock albums to be released in the past 5 years. I say that with the utmost confidence.
And after I'm done falling in love with Bleed American ( I know I'm mad late), I got every other record released by Jimmy Eat World, plus have recently gone back to Heavier Things in preparation for Wednesday and the Jay May extravaganza. Should be a good time.
Konky came down to La Salle last night. It sucks though because we thought Rugby would be bangin (although I personally hate that place) because all of these people said they were going and I know how much Konk loves Rugby. But like, nothing was going on. There were a few weak parties here and there, but nothing worthy of Matt Konkle's presence. I was thoroughly disappointed, but at least I got to see a Ewing friend. Haven't seen one of those fuckers in a while. It's been even longer since I've seen my best friend. Wow, I actually can't remember the last time the Tom and Chris dynasty was operational.
Anyway, got to see Konk, hang out, drink, and play pong at Scotty's. That always seems like a solid way to pregame. I just hope next time someone comes down, we'll have something sick going on. I had a good time this weekend. It has probably been one of the better weekends I've had this semester. I dunno why exactly. I just felt like I didn't make a drunken ass out of myself, and I got to hang out with a lot more of my friends than usual. Meet some cool people.
I dunno. Weak entry, but that's all I got. Just wanted to basically say props to Konk for coming down. Next time, buddy...next time.
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| Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
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6:32 pm
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| Saturday, February 17th, 2007
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2:38 pm
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So I drank in my room last night. I went out. Tried to drink more beers than this kid on the 1st floor. Blacked out. Threw up on the shuttle back to Neumann, and then cried in a bathroom stall for the rest of the night.
That sums up my night.
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| Friday, February 16th, 2007
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4:04 pm
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I just tried to make an entry.
Very introspective, talking about a theory that had been floating around in my head.
The entry turned out terrible and I deleted it.
Good call.
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