Monday, March 31, 2003

Sweet opening day. The Pirates start thier season today, and through the magic of Fox Sports Ohio I get to watch the game. On paper the Buccos actually appear to be decent this year, but a decade of getting my hopes up has left me apprehensive about my teams success. Regardless, I really look forward to watching baseball again, especially once I'm home for the summer. Meanwhile, I will share in the unbridled enthusiasm of fellow fanatic Jon Golnoski until I am comfortably seated on Jenna's couch and reflecting on the nuances of my team with Mr. and Mrs. Nigro.

  Sunday, March 30, 2003

Yesterday was workday at the house. There were a lot of projects going on. Protege Ben and I decided that our greatest contribution would be to randomly destroy a room. It was definately cool, and according to Willis, "It all made sense somehow."

Later that night we had a little house party. I have never felt more drunk in my life (minus the time I actually was drunk). There was this short girl with gigantic breasts that I had to exercise the 'no bitches' policy with. There was this nice girl in the kitchen that I kept quoting Dane Cook routines to, and I elbowed James Byrne in the face. I Listened to Kleve and Karl rant about stupid hussies, then Kleve and I sat around in our underwear while some drunk girl complained about it. All this was intermittent with other random things, plus Steve, the old roomate was here for the weekend and the girl with the big rack stuck ice down my boxer-briefs.

  Wednesday, March 26, 2003

I pose the question: What would you do with 56 Olive Garden coasters?

  Friday, March 21, 2003

For the last two months I haven't been sleeping too well. It's been especially bad the last couple of weeks. I'll toss and turn for a couple of hours thinking about random things (letting them affect me way too much) until I eventually fall asleep two hours before I need to get up. This problem only exists at night and during the day I get extreemly tired to the brink of falling asleep beyond my control. This led to six straight school days of sleeping on the commons' couches. This is not a desirable alternative because it leaves me open to numerous fraternity pranks.

As a result I requested the aid of my freshmen friend, Ben Vosmek. He provides me with a futon to sleep on during the day and in return he gets to have a "guy on the couch," a humble idea he seems to enjoy. Today was the first day I used this service. It was well worth it. After sleeping what felt like six hours, I woke up to find an hour had passed. I then slept some more. Ben is really cool too, cause he checked my schedule so that he could wake me up in time for class. I like Ben, he is my new protege.

The events of the past two weeks has further confirmed my stance on politics. I hate it. From opinions about the war (Todd and Nat) to recent fraternity events, I have come to the realization that politics is designed to take advantage of those who have difficulties developing their own opinion. I guess we have "leaders" because they further investigate the intricacies of the issues; however, I have major problems with getting people to do things that they themselves may not even know that they want to do or not.

When I ran for Vice-President of my fraternity I went into the process thinking that I should win it on my merits. I had a platform of allowing the fraternity to make more of the decisions as a chapter, without having the agendas of four or five people dictate chapter endeavors. I let the actions leading up to the election reflect that view and I lost. So when it came around a second time to run I played the game. After I won, I felt dirty. No matter how much I avoid it, politics is a part of leadership. Being in my position, I have the opportunity to learn and develop these attributes, whether or not I believe they are destructive to the ideals of Democracy (similar to the beliefs of George Washington, although he later affiliated with the Federalist Party).

As I said before, I don't won't to dive this blog into the depths of political intrigue, but I know that anytime I try to discuss an issue with someone I disagree with, more often then not I let that affect our friendship. That, if anything, is what I am upset about. I need to further develop my ability to, in the word of Ed, "separate the organizational side from the brotherhood side," and learn to apply that to everyday situations I will face outside of the fraternity.

  Monday, March 17, 2003

My RA from freshman year has got a blog. Ken Patricio is a guy that helped me cope with the harsh realities of being in college. Since then we have been friends, but I always had trouble going out of my way to talk to him, but if he was ever in town I made it a point to visit him and give him a hug. Since freshman year I have yet to find someone so capable of just listening and understanding so well. He sent me a message the other day, and it provoked a conversation on life and love (something Ken and I would frequently discuss), and for the first time I realized that Ken wasn't perfect. I don't mean to put him down, its just that he has problems just like the rest of us. His life isn't a walk through the park. I love Ken, he is a great person, he doesn't deserve to have hardships, but he has never let that inhibit his ability to help others. Why should I not affect the lives of others just because I miss my friends or the girl of my dreams hasn't talked to me in two months? I am capable af being an amazing person, just like Ken, why wait?

  Friday, March 14, 2003

Tom just left today. Goodbye good sense and rationale. I would like to take this oppurtunity to remind people why I created this blog, or I guess explain why I created this blog for the first time: This blog exists to tell the ongoing story of Rory, its not a political forum or a communication of deep thought, it merely exists so that those who care, can know what I do that I think is interesting. I figure this way I'm not telling my stories a hundred times, and it helps me to focus on the root of a good story. I'm also not telling it ten different times to ten different people. So chances are if you are reading this, I consider you a friend. Tom, if I don't talk to you too much, consider this part of my contribution to our friendship. Oh, I also realized that if writing a blog is what I consider a friendship, then I have a lot of one sided friendships. I have comments, use them!

That whole last paragraph kind of sounds a little arrogant. In truth I would just rather use my time spent with friends to focus on them, but more often then not I let all my stories and musings get in the way. That's my own fault really. I don't know if I just want attention or what, but I feel really vain; like I care too much about myself. What I do know is that I've been saying goodbye to a lot of friends in the last six weeks and there is a major void in my life right now. I guess I just really want to care about others, but everybody seems to be getting there act together and so they don't need me anymore.

Woah! How did I get here, this entry was supposed to be about my friends leaving not my world falling apart. In other news, I've been added to Perenic's blogroll; I interpret this as his acceptance of my site. I also got a new couch; this makes four. I don't know where to put them all, but it looks like I have another place to try sleeping on.

  Monday, March 10, 2003

loquacious - Very talkative; garrulous.

for those with my English skills

garrulous - Given to excessive and often trivial or rambling talk; tiresomely talkative.

Now with my problem defined, I'd like to say let's work on that, but as recent events have proved: work and results are two different things, so I can honestly say that right now, I'm lost.

I got a lot of stuff in the mail today, a video game and some pictures from banquet, but the real prize was the book I ordered on Tantra. Truth is that half of why I got the book was probably for shock value, but I really am interested in the discipline and balance that eastern philosophies teach. I figured if I had to pick one particular philosophy to do that with, why not let it be one that I could use in some other area. I read the first chapter, and it really hit home:

When we have developed our own inner purity, inner compassion, and inner love, we can then see the reflection of this purity and loving-kindness in others. But if we have not contacted these qualities within ourselves, we will see everyone as ugly and limited. For whatever we see every day in outer reality is actually nothing more than a projection of our own inner reality.

This totally relates to a conclusion I came to myself a little while ago. I'm looking forward to reading more and then the whole ultimate sexual master may not be bad to know either.

  Sunday, March 09, 2003

Last night I talked to my first crush online. Lisa Soles was a girl I knew in 6th grade, she sat behind me in almost every class and I was in love with her. I think she liked me too, but in 7th grade she moved away. I always wondered what happened to her. I won't frighten you with the details about how I obtained her screen name, but I did frighten her with them. I talked to her with the honest intentions of just saying hi and nothing more (from what I could tell about her, I really didn't even want too much to do with her), but I went into Rory mode shortly after introducing myself and frantically tried to explain why I was talking to her. It took me 15 minutes and 23 seconds to get blocked. I'll mark that one up on the chalkboard. This is about the fourth negative result in a serious of failed social experiments. Explaining them would get too personal in the events of some peoples lives, but trust that it was my fault most of them were screwed up.

  Monday, March 03, 2003

I just got back from skiing, which was pretty cool. Evidently I picked up on it pretty quick, although I still fell down a lot. It was definately a good time, but we left real early and I'm super tired. I wanted to check out some of the new statistics that the reformatted webpage was bringing in. One guy reached my site by searching for "had one shoe" on German Google. It also turns out some people at Disney visited my stie 13 times in a row. Doesn't look like they spent enough there to actually find anything, but I'm warning you now Disney: If I ever see a movie made about my life without my consent, I'm going to be very, very, very mad!

Take that Perenic. I've gotten rid of frames, despite my contention that my site was just fine with them, but I did it for you bud, and for other reasons too i guess, but mainly you. You (the plural 'you') may also notice that I have added comments and a link option. Comments are fine, but there might be some problems if you link to a blog entry, and then the entry becomes archived. If you know how to fix this, you could put it into the comments section! For the time being, this no frames thing makes the site torture to navigate, just trust that I am working on that. This is all part of a big overhaul I hope to have done by the end of the week. We'll see how that goes.