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So the weekend starts off on a low note where I have to go to work for 3 hours and then go directly to sleep so that I could catch the 4A.M. bus to Ohio. Saturday the race went well where we ran alright, it was more of a confidence booster for me knowing that I can do really well at the conference meet. So after that we went to a buffet where the food was alright and the busride little worse. So saturday night, go home, get fucked, it's straight.
Sunday I had to work 12-8 so that sucked but it wasn't as bad since it wasn't that busy considering the Steelers didn't play until 8:30. During work as i'm about to clock out, the power goes off and all the computers reset so I can't clock out. Instead I just walk out and let my manager take care of it. I go to the frat party where we're all watching the steelers game and drinking and my RA is in the frat and the only way to get home was him so I rode with him after maybe midway through the second quarter. I get back to my dorm and I'm hungry as hell so we go to the cafe.
This is where shit gets twisted. I was walking up the hill and I'm under the transformer. The shit blows up on top of me. It was like 3 flare guns going off, and already being buzzed I thought the fucking North Koreans were coming out of the woods to attack us. As that happens another pole next to me explodes and it looks like fireworks. I'm scared shitless and I swear I ran a 9.55 to the center where the cafe was. So just my luck, all the power is out and we can't get food. Our dorms don't have power, just a backup generator so only a couple lights work. We got a whole 24 pack left so I figured I might as well use it.
So yea, we get drunk. All the cameras are off so who gives a fuck and our RA usually drinks with us. So the whole night is fun as hell, just a constant party all over campus. Me and my friend from xc decide to steal a golf cart because the mailbox keys are what are used to start the golf carts so it's straight as fuck. The rentacops on their golf carts start chasing us so I decide to book it. I keep it moving and take my key out and jump out and tumble a bit and start running and got away from them. There's not much more to this story and my short attention span is keeping me from wanting to write anything else. Sooo...
Sparknotes: I didn't have power or internet for 5 days and got drunk every night and got chased by the popo. Oh and I ran too I guess.
Sunday I had to work 12-8 so that sucked but it wasn't as bad since it wasn't that busy considering the Steelers didn't play until 8:30. During work as i'm about to clock out, the power goes off and all the computers reset so I can't clock out. Instead I just walk out and let my manager take care of it. I go to the frat party where we're all watching the steelers game and drinking and my RA is in the frat and the only way to get home was him so I rode with him after maybe midway through the second quarter. I get back to my dorm and I'm hungry as hell so we go to the cafe.
This is where shit gets twisted. I was walking up the hill and I'm under the transformer. The shit blows up on top of me. It was like 3 flare guns going off, and already being buzzed I thought the fucking North Koreans were coming out of the woods to attack us. As that happens another pole next to me explodes and it looks like fireworks. I'm scared shitless and I swear I ran a 9.55 to the center where the cafe was. So just my luck, all the power is out and we can't get food. Our dorms don't have power, just a backup generator so only a couple lights work. We got a whole 24 pack left so I figured I might as well use it.
So yea, we get drunk. All the cameras are off so who gives a fuck and our RA usually drinks with us. So the whole night is fun as hell, just a constant party all over campus. Me and my friend from xc decide to steal a golf cart because the mailbox keys are what are used to start the golf carts so it's straight as fuck. The rentacops on their golf carts start chasing us so I decide to book it. I keep it moving and take my key out and jump out and tumble a bit and start running and got away from them. There's not much more to this story and my short attention span is keeping me from wanting to write anything else. Sooo...
Sparknotes: I didn't have power or internet for 5 days and got drunk every night and got chased by the popo. Oh and I ran too I guess.
