Round Up this past weekend was, well.... it happened. I spent the days leading up to it fighting a sinus infection and fever which gave my mother hope she could hold me hostage at home instead of releasing me to the wild wild west [campus] to get crazy, get wild, to party, to get loud. But as luck and modern medicine would have it, I was ready for action promptly at three o'clock Friday afternoon. Without further adieu, I give you a rough timeline of my weekend:
Friday 3pm: Walk to dorm with the world's finest, expressing our excitement in every other sentence. I learn what the term "fiend" means.
Friday 4:30pm: I go to a crawfish boil but avoid the crawfish because I don't like crawfish.
Friday 5:00pm: chug chug chug chug chug chug chug
Friday 5:07pm: freshman freshman freshman freshman
Friday 5:18pm: Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Do something crazy!
Friday 5:25pm: Keg stand! Keg stand! Keg stand! Keg stand!
Friday 9:00pm: Fall in love with Waka Flocka (brought to you ~live~ by ATO)
Friday 11:45pm - Saturday 9:30am: ????????
Saturday 1:00pm: Fed, burped, and bathed.
Saturday 2:00pm: Chipotle burrito bowl FTW.
Saturday 2:50pm: Reunited and it feels so good >>Waka Flocka : take two<<
Saturday 3:04pm: Touching way too many sweaty smelly frat boys at one time.
Saturday 3:50pm: Come up for air. Then back at it for White Panda and ASAP.
Saturday 5:00pm: The best tasting gulp of water I've ever experienced. **break time**
Saturday 7:30pm: Pool House aka the boulevard of broken dreams.
Saturday 7:39pm: Hop the fence because of unwelcome visitors (men in blue, duh)
Saturday 8:00pm: What would Round Up be without a 'lil Towers Turn Up?
Saturday 10:20pm: Party like it's 1999 at Sammy. I express my desire to be wed to a Jewish man.
Saturday 11:56: Kacie makes moves. 'Nuff said.
Sunday 1:00am: Hop The Fence Because of Unwelcome Visitors - The Sequel
Sunday 3:07am: Goodnight Moon! Goodnight Waka! Goodnight Beer Soaked Round Up Jersey!
There is something magical about being rammed up to hundreds of hot, sweaty, hairy, sticky college kids and rocking to the musical stylings of Waka Flocka. I'm just not sure if it's good or bad sorcery yet. Overall I give this weekend a sold 9.4/10. Only reduction is because of the armpits my face unfortunately came into contact with at Sigma Chi's darty featuring Waka. With time I think I'll block those memories from my mind.
In the next five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes until next Round Up, I'm going to measure my year with love; love of dry clothes; love of waking up feeling refreshed, not hungover; love of unbruised skin; and love of my friends and memories from this remarkable weekend. *s'cute*
Monday, March 24, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
It Has Sprung.
Spring, I mean.
Guess what folks I survived spring break with flying colors. (My phone, unfortunately, not so much.) So with a new phone and awkwardly placed tan lines, I'm ready to finish off my freshman year strong. I'm the man with the plan and I intend to follow it through. Only, first I have to rage my face off at Round Up this weekend.
Round Up, as I understand it, is a weekend at UT made especially for frat daddies and sorostitutes to pop, lock, jam, and break. Popular musical guests (almost all of whom I have never heard of, but the kids seem pretty jazzed about) make appearances and likely LOL at their neon filled audiences. It will be the best of times; It will be the worst of times.
It sounds all fun and games, but there's actually a lot more to it. So many things to worry about, so many places to go, and so little mental capabilities when you're not yourself (wink wink, nudge nudge). We're talkin' buddy system REQUIRED. I am legitimately fearful of this weekend because of the sheer number of kids that will be going crazy around West Campus. Who will I run into? Will I do or say something I'll later regret? Will I make it back to my dorm room in one piece???
This feels like the making of a bad CSI: Miami episode.
But no need to fear! I'm coming fully prepared with all the gizmos and whats-its I'll need: Friends, food, and agua. I think the only not so gucci-mane thing that will come from this weekend is the bangin' headache I'm sure to have Sunday morning. From there on out, I'll be doing major detox. Not to mention my two midterms and essay for next week. *moment of silence for myself*
Before I fall off the face of the Earth studying for these stress-inducing events, I get to act a fool and nobody can say anything about it. I think this is fan-freaking-tastic. That said, I'll leave you with the only gif I believe can perfectly encapsulate what my life will be like this weekend.
Guess what folks I survived spring break with flying colors. (My phone, unfortunately, not so much.) So with a new phone and awkwardly placed tan lines, I'm ready to finish off my freshman year strong. I'm the man with the plan and I intend to follow it through. Only, first I have to rage my face off at Round Up this weekend.
Round Up, as I understand it, is a weekend at UT made especially for frat daddies and sorostitutes to pop, lock, jam, and break. Popular musical guests (almost all of whom I have never heard of, but the kids seem pretty jazzed about) make appearances and likely LOL at their neon filled audiences. It will be the best of times; It will be the worst of times.
It sounds all fun and games, but there's actually a lot more to it. So many things to worry about, so many places to go, and so little mental capabilities when you're not yourself (wink wink, nudge nudge). We're talkin' buddy system REQUIRED. I am legitimately fearful of this weekend because of the sheer number of kids that will be going crazy around West Campus. Who will I run into? Will I do or say something I'll later regret? Will I make it back to my dorm room in one piece???
This feels like the making of a bad CSI: Miami episode.
But no need to fear! I'm coming fully prepared with all the gizmos and whats-its I'll need: Friends, food, and agua. I think the only not so gucci-mane thing that will come from this weekend is the bangin' headache I'm sure to have Sunday morning. From there on out, I'll be doing major detox. Not to mention my two midterms and essay for next week. *moment of silence for myself*
Before I fall off the face of the Earth studying for these stress-inducing events, I get to act a fool and nobody can say anything about it. I think this is fan-freaking-tastic. That said, I'll leave you with the only gif I believe can perfectly encapsulate what my life will be like this weekend.
Drunk in Love,
Mads
Monday, March 3, 2014
The Break of Spring
bum bum bum buh da bum bum. bum bum bum buh da bum bum *under pressure*
At my university, it is tradition that freshmen in the Greek system venture off to Gulf Shores, Alabama, for spring break. I fulfill both said requirements, ergo I will be one of the spirited youngsters doing the venturing. As this trip rapidly approaches, (T-minus five days) the pressure of having a crazy fun spring break has got my mind swimming with ideas of what exactly is going to happen.
The only real references I have to go off of are bad independent films and glimpses of MTV specials. I do have older siblings, but only my brother ever went on the super soaker version of spring break, and with him being my protective big brother, he didn't really dive into the nitty gritty details. So here is how, according to American pop culture, my spring break should go down:
1) After an extremely satisfying road trip full of bonding with my friends, we'll arrive at a beach packed with beautiful, tan, half-naked men and women all buzzed on Natty.
2) I'll join in on the craziness and be so happy-go-lucky that I'll completely forget of the midterms, essays, and general responsibilities that will be giving me stress in a few short weeks.
3) I should be looking HAWT in my new bikini from Victoria's Secret and absolutely LOVING the perverted attention from male onlookers.
4) At some point I will be arrested and will be bailed out by James Franco to become part of his illegal drug distribution business. (Hopefully after all the recklessness I'll remember to ask for Dave's number.)
5) There will be camera's for Girls Gone Wild all over the place; I will not be able to look at some people the same way-- ever. again.
6) Ashanti and Fat Joe will perform.
I fully believe these scandalous predictions of spring break will happen. And yes, I consider Ashanti and Fat Joe performing to be scandalous. I mean, what is this, 2007? If these things don't occur, call up my attorney because that means the media falsely portrayed an event, skewing it to appear more glamorous and sexy than it actually is--which we all know would be morally unsound... right?
If I don't make it back alive, I'd like to leave my Gossip Girl Series DVDs to Ann Thetard and my collection of pressed pennies to Taylor Holmes.
At my university, it is tradition that freshmen in the Greek system venture off to Gulf Shores, Alabama, for spring break. I fulfill both said requirements, ergo I will be one of the spirited youngsters doing the venturing. As this trip rapidly approaches, (T-minus five days) the pressure of having a crazy fun spring break has got my mind swimming with ideas of what exactly is going to happen.
The only real references I have to go off of are bad independent films and glimpses of MTV specials. I do have older siblings, but only my brother ever went on the super soaker version of spring break, and with him being my protective big brother, he didn't really dive into the nitty gritty details. So here is how, according to American pop culture, my spring break should go down:
1) After an extremely satisfying road trip full of bonding with my friends, we'll arrive at a beach packed with beautiful, tan, half-naked men and women all buzzed on Natty.
2) I'll join in on the craziness and be so happy-go-lucky that I'll completely forget of the midterms, essays, and general responsibilities that will be giving me stress in a few short weeks.
3) I should be looking HAWT in my new bikini from Victoria's Secret and absolutely LOVING the perverted attention from male onlookers.
4) At some point I will be arrested and will be bailed out by James Franco to become part of his illegal drug distribution business. (Hopefully after all the recklessness I'll remember to ask for Dave's number.)
5) There will be camera's for Girls Gone Wild all over the place; I will not be able to look at some people the same way-- ever. again.
6) Ashanti and Fat Joe will perform.
I fully believe these scandalous predictions of spring break will happen. And yes, I consider Ashanti and Fat Joe performing to be scandalous. I mean, what is this, 2007? If these things don't occur, call up my attorney because that means the media falsely portrayed an event, skewing it to appear more glamorous and sexy than it actually is--which we all know would be morally unsound... right?
If I don't make it back alive, I'd like to leave my Gossip Girl Series DVDs to Ann Thetard and my collection of pressed pennies to Taylor Holmes.
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