McDonalds Mishap

Sorry, people. I
know I have hardly written in ages. Finals are kicking my butt. However, more on that later.
In the meantime, enjoy this poem/song, set to the beat of the beloved TV show Fresh prince of Bel-Aire

In North Philadelphia where the Temple Owl plays, On the bell tower is where I spend most of my days

Chillin out maxin and relaxing all cool, glad our football team no longer looks like fools

When a coupla sirens were heard down the street, we poked out our heads to take a peek

There was one crazy lady in a fast food chain & we all were kinda scared, but she was then moved with the police to the county jail

We retreated to the room when the ruckus died down, we were pondering what happened with a slight frown

If anything I could say that this school is risky, but I thought “Nah forget it, our school’s pretty frisky”

Those kids and their Hijinx!

It's 7:49 and as usual I'm rolling out of bed throwing on some outfit, and blindly putting on make-up in hopes I don't wake up my roomie.  I'm not even going to wonder what my hair is looking like.  Oh did I mention my class is at 8 am?  Well, it is. So, stagger out my door and off to class I go, half asleep.  I am not a morning person.

I come back to my my room two and a half hours later with a delicious chocolate muffin and vanilla coffee in in my hand.  (Okay, the coffee was only mediocre...but the muffin was delicious).  By now I'm only slightly more awake, I routinely log onto my computer. School email? Check. Personal emails? Check. Blogs? Check. Twitter? Check. And the almighty Facebook? Check. Scroll through news feed, scroll, scroll, scroll.

Oh, my suite mate updated her status. Let's see what it says.
"Someone T-Peed our door. White Hall this means WAR!!" 


WHOA! Hey now...how on earth did I miss this? I'm one of the first ones up... Did I just walk through the toilet paper?  I need to open my eyes in the morning.


The rest of the day was spent with me and my roomies collaborating on revenge and who the possible suspects were.  It was revealed later in the day that it was the boys across the hall.

Ninja gear and Silly String

Now, let me paint a picture:  these boys NEVER wear shirts.  No lie.  All four of them immensely enjoy being shirtless.  I don't know if they think they're "The Situation" and girls will flock to their chests in awe.  Cause really, that's not the case.  Maybe if they took a magic marker and drew on abs and drunken chick may stubble over, but that's about the extent.


Why they targeted us we don't know...But it meant war!!  Soon it was 2:00 am and we were armed.  Silly String (I knew it would come in handy at college), toilet paper, tough twine, saran wrap, and duct tape.   Oh were ready for revenge.  Decked out in all black with our war paint on, we crept out the door.


 


First things first, we took the twine tied it to their door handle and then promptly tied the other side to another unsuspecting door (my apologies), so when the shirtless boys tried to leave the room in the morning, the door would refuse to open.  Next we sealed the door with saran wrap and duct tape.  

Silly String under the door

Around this point in time the Thirsty Thursday drunks were starting to stumble their way back to their room.  One actually stopped to admire our work, ripped one, and continued down the hall.










After a few laughs, close calls and a few more decorations, we were done.  Lets step back and admire.






































If you want to start your own college Hijinx or seek revenge, I recommend this blog http://www.dormpranksblog.com/

Good Luck!!

I just saved money on my computer services!

The best advice about college I can give anyone is to make a variety of friends.  Having a network of friends will not only give you great memorable times.  But they provide such a great resource. And I’m not talking about the “oh my gawd, what is she wearing?” type of resource.  But I shall explain. Let me get there. Just be patient.

Okay folks, lets not lie to ourselves.  We all spend way to much time on our computers, mostly because we need someway to pass the time.  Especially as a college student.  Between, our beloved Facebook, Twitter, stumbling around on Stumbleupon, and taking the occasional glances at the Lexis/Nexis database to be able to type in one or two sentences for the paper that’s due in 24 hours, we spend a significant time on the computer.

Lets face it.  We should know that technology is all around of us.  And if you don’t, why have you emerged from under your rock to read this blog?

But with surfing the web comes dangers.

College internet+ computers= crappy virus protection software

Temple uses a crappy little thing called Symantec Endpoint Protection.  And it wants to kill.  It’s main purpose is to destroy my computer.  In the past two months I’ve had a virus, some spyware creepin’ on me, and had to defuse the ticking my bomb my laptop had become.

If it had not been for the ingenuousness of my friend, (who just so happens to be a computer science major and employed by the geek squad ) I probably would have had to fork at least $300 to repair the brutal beating my baby had to endure. (I am not going to pretend I know anything about computers, viruses, and such. Because I don’t) I could go on and on about the crappiness of college virus protection and tell you in excruciating detail about the day I sat by the side of my computer and held it’s hard drive as it underwent many hours of being wiped clean and revived, but that is not the point I’m trying to make.

What I’m trying to say.  Everyone of your friends has a special skill to offer. In this case, being a boss with computers. I’ve discovered the more variety of friends you have the more you learn, and like in my case, you can benefit from their skills.   Especially if they have a major different than the one you have. If knowledge they have can be unbelievable and mind blowing. It can open you up to a whole new world.

Many people say, be nice to nerds; because, one day they’ll be your boss.  In just a few weeks at college I have learned this is 100% true.  Every guest speaker I have heard at Temple University was unbelievably skilled in their profession, it was clear to see they were passionate about what they do.

Now, when I say nerd, I mean that in the most loving way. I would called my self a nerd. I’m a theater nerd, film nerd, and Harry Potter nerd.  Heck, I’m proud of it. I’m passionate about things, I have a skill, so why not be proud of that?  I would call my friends nerds.  They all have a passion certain things and just by listening to them talk, I have learned more than I have in my years at High School.

What I’m trying to say in the midst of my rambling is a vast group of clever, smart, witty people makes for the best times at college.  I’m not even going to begin to tell you what happens when a computer science major, a physics major, and a chemistry major will cook up to pass time.

“Hey can you, like, take a picture so I look cool?”

Ah, college.  Time to hit the books and get an education so we can get great jobs and live a happy successful life, right? Hahaha, noooo sir.  Time to party our arses off and wear no clothes while doing it. Sad? Yes. During my perusing of facebook on the weekends my news feed is forever showered with pictures from the previous day, most of it consuming half-naked girls and Four Lokos.  Okay, listen folks, just because I have talked to you maybe once in my 18 years of my life DOES NOT MEAN I WANT TO SEE YOUR BOOBS BUSTING OUT OF YOUR SHIRT. Oh, Oh. My bad, I forgot about the four loko strategically propping them up.

Now, I’m not singling people out here; because, of my 20 or so facebook friends that do this. I’m not talking to you specifically.  So, chill dude.

Our 2 Zonas’ ;)

Well, if you enjoy wearing no clothes and not remembering the previous night.  Hey, good for you.  I know you want to be cool, havin’ all dem biddies after you. Really. Do what you want.  Heck, pass me the camera, I’ll take the freaking picture for heavens sake, so you can try to piece together the night the next day.  But, let me please say: if you post these pictures on facebook or myspace (who even uses that anymore, seriously? I feel dumb for even mentioning it), I guarantee THEY WILL COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU!  Mostly, if you want to get a job to support yourself in the future.

Dude, we go hard core.

But with your brilliant mind you’re probably thinking: “I can just change my facebook name and privacy so only my friends and supportive mother can see the picture that show how I am applying the money we’re forking out to go to college”.  Wow, you are just so clever.

In an article called How Employers look at Myspace and Facebook, there was this quote, “It seems the privacy controls do provide a legal basis for ‘reasonable expectation of privacy’ claims, but as a practical matter there may be fairly simple ways of getting around them,”

“Oh no! What now!?” Heck, why are you asking me? I post no drunken half-naked pictures.  But, I will make a suggestion, maybe think before you hit that upload button.  Make sure all your lokos and “red cups” are hidden. Oh, and maybe a turtle neck?  Cause, to everyone not in that picture…you just look extremely stupid.

Gettin’ crazy!!! Not gonna remember this night!!!