Well there is no surprise that I haven’t written on here in a month or so. I don’t know if it’s just that I’m really THAT busy or I just never think about writing a blog post and instead watch reruns of Seinfeld all afternoon.
My third year at FSU has gotten off to a blazing start. Being that we started so late, football season was on top of us when we returned. While it was nice to not have to suffer through a few weeks of anticipation around campus it made for a lot of work in the Boosters office upon my return. I did survive the three consecutive home game weekends though, including playing #1 Oklahoma this past Saturday.
Speaking of surviving, we already held rush. We took 39 pretty solid kids. I was happy about it, but not as happy as I was when rush week was over. Just the fact that I was hoarse by Tuesday night didn’t help the situation.
I’ve also survived my first stint of sickness of junior year. The combination of late hours doing homework, rush, and yelling at football games caught up to me last week. Luckily some napping, Nyquil, and no drinking helped me kick it rather quickly.
Sickness and survival. How could I forget my 21st birthday when both of those words were essential to that 24 hour period of hell. Being that I turned 21 at midnight of a Monday night in which we didn’t have school (Labor Day), I had gotten all my homework done to celebrate. But who goes out on a Monday night when we have class the next day. Apparently me and three good friends do. And they tried to kill me. The bartender, who is know a friend, made it 5 of us in the bar the whole night. Quite a rager. She recounted the next night when I saw her again that I had done approximately 30 shots in an hour. Needless to say, I threw up multiple times that night and the next day. It was the most miserable actual 21st birthday I could have imagined. I even tried going to class after lunch but made it about 15 minutes before I had to leave for fear of throwing up all over my binder and desk. Embarassing.
Well, I’m up this late writing a PR assignment. That class will be the death of me but luckily I have several friends in there and am the only male.
Formal cruise to the Bahamas is less than a week and a half away. I’ll be sure to post some stories from what ought to be nothing short of an epic weekend for the ages.