Addicted

Some people deny their addictions and some people try to hide them. Not our suite. I think this goes for every guy on this floor...frikkin mario cart for the wii is the best multiplayer game oh my god yes. Every race gets heated and the thrill of maybe getting second (because Will is a quick bitch) is so exhilerating. The thing about mario cart is... you want to beat the shit out of people with the most random items like a homing turtle shell or a banana. This game is responsible for many wasted hours of intense all out racing.

This is the homie that gets me an occasional win. :] (fuck you will)

Also when I talk about ADDICTED...christine is frikkin addicted to minesweeper because her mac doesn't have it. So she hordes my computer to play the game WHICH SHE FINALLY WON once :P

Addictions are a love hate thing. lol

Originality

Basically, I have been thinking to myself a lot about how people love to ass-kiss the professors to no end. It kills me to see the smiling faces of 50+ students everyday after chemistry try to get those few words of idiocy in so that the teacher will remember them for seeking information and knowledge that they supposedly hold. It also kills me to see the students try so hard for nothing because the professors have much better things to do to talk to kids that got through high school by sucking the teachers dick. Okay, for all you brown-nosers out there...It isn't going to work. Stop trying. Study yourself or go to office hours.
Or you can be ORIGINAL. Do things that other students wouldn't do to gain the respect of the professors. Discover an element. Defeat world illiteracy. Get the top score in retro donkey kong. Do something that isn't in the daily cycle of experiences that the professors ....experience. Ok, do you really want the teacher to remember you?? One time in the middle of a 500 person lecture just stand up and stay standing until the teacher recognizes you. Then when they ask you what you are doing...say you have cathisophobia. Then have a friend try to seat you and start screaming. You will accomplish two things in this act of originality. 1. escape a boring lecture. 2. imprint this experience in the mind of your teacher. Win/win. Yay.


Moral:

Stop kissing ass and study. It aint gonna fly in college.

Boering.

So basically, this chemistry class is boring, and ironically the teachers name states this obvious fact. Professor Boering pronounced BO-RING teaches the class that I feel is completely unnecessary to my intended field of study. Frikkin Chemistry. And to make the class even more boering, there is no demonstrations, just straight talk and a stupid gay animation that isn't even animated. Stupid class.


Just gotta keep myself pumped in class....

Keep it Simple Stupid

Today is all about simplicity. Simple, Simple, Simple. Today I found out that I have a pseudo-court hearing with some of my peers about a misdemeanor we "committed" a few weeks back. We were simple amazed at the positioning of a lost ping-pong ball during an invigorating game of water pong (a sober spin off beer pong). Anyways, Griffin yelled at us to come down as he stared in amazement that the ball had somehow gotten stuck between two metal bars of the railings of the stairs. We all ran down and got written up, cited, busted, whatever. Bullshit. So now we have to take an hour out of our lives to have a board of peer reviewers judge us on whether or not our delinquency was meant to disturb the residents. WHICH IT WASNT WE WERE MERELY IN AWE AT THE FACT THE THE PING PONG BALL EXHIBITED ITS COMPLETE AWESOMENESS. So now I am contemplating going into the "court room" in a full blown suit with a briefcase about to present my side of the story. I'm gonna try and talk my fellow rule-breakers to enter unit one with game faces on in suits straight up like double jeopardy status with stunna shades that we can bust out afterwards when we are let off with an "im sorry for the misunderstanding just use a phone and softly converse with each other in amazement next time..." And to tie in the title of this post I am not even going to say a word as I sit stoicly listening to the prosecuting side of the "court". The deafening silence.

I hate justice.


On the other hand, GO BEARS MUTHA FACKA we won our homecoming game today 24-14 against the sun devils. They suck balls we win a lot. Yes.

A little too much

Last night while I was video chatting with Augi <3, frikkin Will visually and auditorily (is that right?) raped my conversation. He busts into my room and hosts a pseudo rave (on my sexy 160 gb ipod ^_^ ) while I was video chatting. Here's how it went down:



Will: Turn on some techno!
Jordan: It's already on...
Will: Turn that shit up then!!
Jordan: ok...now what?
Will: This beat sucks!!! It's not even techno!!!!
Jordan: Yes it is..its techno
Will: That's a pussy beat turn on the real techno!!!!!
Jordan: FINE HERES TECHNO!
Will: thats right!!!!!! EVERYBODY RAVE IN JORDANS ROOM!!!!!!! *rapidly flickers dorm lights*
Jordan & Augi: *stare at each other and the dance hooligans in the background and laugh*

Then we got busted by the neighbors cuz they had to study. Good times though lol thanks will.

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It was another action packed Thursday complete with titrations and bowling. It all began at 9am when I woke up and decided that my body absolutely needed another hour and forty-five minutes of sleep. Like any other college kid...I slept through my frikkin humanities class. The only problem was, I felt utterly horrible upon awakening. The sad thing is, I probably felt more tired than if I had just woken up and went to anthropology at 9 frikkin 30. I hate that. Then I decided that I would be 100% focused during math discussion. Wrong. Fell asleep again for 15 minutes, and it was a great 15 minutes too, until I woke up and noticed that I had missed an important part of the lecture. Thanks stupid bodily needs.
After math I walked to a nearby cafe and decided it was time for some eats. Got me a tuna sandwich, milk and a cookie. Yes.

Then the highlight of the day. CHEM LAB! YES! for 4 excrutiating hours. To make it exponentially worse, it was on a titration that required the recording of a pH lvl every frikkin 0.1ml. Fuck that.

Finally it ended and Jordan got hooked up with a MacDaddy printer and a dope fan. It totally beats the shit out of the loud piece of garbage that I had previously.


Now the main attraction. The moment of the day that I waited for. Bowling with ALL the suite members! Except, only three of us showed up. Me, Griffin, and Will. Who cares though, that meant we got to bowl harder, faster, longer. Fucken game time. Jordan bowled a 145/131 with pics to prove it but Griff bested me by 2 points. Meanwhile Will was trying to do the MC hammer dance, but it looked like he was trying to get something out of his ass without using his hands. Disco bowling is yes.

All in all today was mediocre.

Remember Yesterday When.....

So I finally got my blog up and running. I basically was inspired by a good friend of mine (Jon Tanaka) whose accounts of his daily life reminded me of mine, but in a different region in Cali. This whole blog thing is pretty dope, but it is kind of annoying because of all the things you need to add to make it look at the very least...presentable. Anyways, living here it Berkeley is completely different from the life at home. I can easily go to the gym and work out or go to random places to eat just because I feel like it. The only thing that I really crave right now is a vehicle of some sort. It would definitely make traveling to various destinations and hotspots much much easier. After the few weeks I've been here I have to admit that not having my parents around and even my little sister...and my dogs <3

So now for the actual post: On a calm and cool evening on the fourth floor of building six, bright faces filled the common room. The arduous task completing the work for the following day and tagging up everyone's whiteboards took its toll on the residents and their stomachs began to growl. They began to crave the delicacies of the foothill dining commons. It's no longer a decision on whether to head down or not, it's become the nightly ritual that keeps the bellys of 6B42 full. On the way down we all decided on the different things that we could order, things like super fries, grill cheese (not a typo), or milk chug. Things that would satisfy the various cravings and delight the many palates heading towards the cub market. Upon receiving the food stuffs we head back towards the dorm, absolute glee marking each and every face. Griffin being the most excited because he didn't buy a drink. He had purchased a half gallon of milk which he stored in the fridge the previous day. The mere thought of the milk excited him for the meal that was about to take place. After all, it is the perfect complement to a cheap meal. foreshadowing. He says, "I can't wait to drink that milk. Fucken perfect." We finally get back and file into Griffin/Will's dorm room and turn on the tube. As Griffin walks in he lays his food down on his bed and walks slowly and full of hope and happiness towards the fridge on the opposite end of the room. Meanwhile, I am on the phone with a girl who sounds pretty cute. As we make small talk Griffin reaches into the fridge and pulls out the milk. Then as I am answering one of her questions all I hear is:

Griffin: "The fucking milk is frozen solid!"

Will: *Laughs*

Griffin: "FUCK," as he slams the frozen dairy into the ground and walks sullen and downtrodden back to his food ... milkless.

I start hysterically laughing and because of this uncontrollable laughter I have to give up the phone unable to say a word. Only a mixture of Hoo's, Hee's and Ha's escaping my mouth.

The sound of disappointment and anger that came from the loud FUCK echoed throughout the dorm as I literally rolled on the floor laughing.


Will: "Should we thaw it or something...?"

lol







Then we decided it was time to act like the ghetto bitches we are. Gathering in the hall and weilding them gats we posed for some OG pics. Although we were acting ghetto frikkin LIZ managed to snag a pic of me in the "maybe they won't see me like this state." Well she got me. Then even more fail occured.

Fail:

As I walked through the hall I was grabbin' crotch. It's what G's do. I crotch grabbed my way from one end of the hall to the other. When I got to Nawal's room she yelled at me, "Jordan, what are you doing?!"

I, not realizing the fail that would slip out of my mouth shouted back, "I'm grabbin my crotch. I'm HARD."

Fail....


All in all, the experiences that I have encountered so far in my dorm have been great. I'm glad I stopped locking myself in my dorm with my plant-Mort shunning the outside world. Foothill 6B42G aint half bad haha.