Monday, June 30, 2003

Did you know they made five Air Bud movies? Five movies!!! One is too many. How many times can there not be a rule that says a dog can't play whatever sport they are on now. I noticed this while shopping at Wal-Mart with my sister. This doesn't even include the movie M.V.P. which was made by the same people. That's the one where a chimp plays hockey. I think they made a sequel to that one too. Just remember that any straight to video sequel that Disney ever makes is crap, and in all cases is a travesty to all film making as we know it! There are no exceptions.

  Sunday, June 29, 2003

I just got up from Buck's pseudo bachelor party. I comprised a last minute guest list of about eight people, but nobody was home. Machen was the only one to go with us, but he's always in. We went to a baseball game, then hit the arcade, and stopped to eat on the way back to watch a movie. It wasn't as good as it could have been though, and I was annoying enough at the baseball game to make it worse; plus I whined for ice cream afterward like a four year old. We dropped a lot of money too, not as much as the beach trip would have cost, but damn it seems like more when you aren't using a credit card.

This is all alright though. I still have two weeks to have the rest of my plans for this wedding to work out well. And trust me I have good ones; you'll hear about them.

  Friday, June 27, 2003

I pride myself on my friends. They are who make me me, and they are my reason for doing just about anything. Till now I had been abusing my friendships and taking more then my fair share from these relationships. I finally came up with a good idea to give back. Steve and I were going to take Buck on a twelve hour road trip, then stay at the beach all weekend and head back. It was to be Buck's bachelor party, but by an act of God the trip had to be cancelled. In fact, now the trip seems a lot less important, but it would have been nice.

With me negative occurrences come in streaks. Right before canceling the trip I woke up from a dream in which the world was ending. I wouldn't really call it a nightmare because I wasn't ever scared, but it was sad. There was this really awful part where the Earth is falling apart around me and my little eight year old niece walks into my room and asks me to give her a cyanide pill. Of course I have no companion to spend my last hours with, and my last minute struggle to find one is coming up empty. Back in reality I'm now even sadder because I have no soul mate to cheer me up.

Now queue thinking too much. When I'm happy, I can change the world with my thoughts. When I'm unhappy, I wish I was addicted to crack so I have an excuse to be lame. At least I'm getting better at compressing the time I think negatively. After a few short hours of this I started brainstorming replacement bachelor party ideas. I bought Old School, figuring we could watch that as part of it. I should note that when I first saw the movie I had to suppress a desire to spend the rest of the year getting tossed and banging skanks.

  Friday, June 20, 2003

Goodbye Rose-Hulman. You can kiss my ass on the way out the door.

  Saturday, June 14, 2003

Page and I went shopping today. By shopping I mean we rummaged through the fraternity freezers, throwing out anything that had gone bad and hording all unmarked food we would like to eat. We ended up having a DiGiorno’s pizza for dinner, and I can happily say I will spend my last few days at the house feasting on New York Strip Steak, Fillet Mignon, and Hot Pockets. In fact, I just finished going through some of the freezers downstairs, and very soon a frozen Dutch Apple Pie will reside within me. I have so much good food I may even have enough patience to cook it first.

  Saturday, June 07, 2003

I was just in St. Louis for Sonia and Ryan's wedding. I love those guys, Sonia is one of the most caring people I know and Ryan is just as cool. I'm really happy for them. I found this picture of the three of us from freshman year:


The wedding was super cool, it was short and fun. Everything was real cozy and nice. The reception was supposed to be outside, but it had rained earlier so we had it indoors. When the newlyweds were doing the rounds, Sonia and I had this exchange:

Sonia: I'm a married woman Rory; you're hugging a married woman.
Me: This is really going to hinder our ability to have sex.

This was not the night's only display of roriness; I figured since I'm in St. Louis, I might as well do stuff. I went to a baseball game, and I ended up having quite a long dialogue with the scalper I inevitably bought my ticket from. While I talked to him, I just felt like I could reason with him somehow. I didn't really, but for what it's worth and for whoever understands, I feel pretty close to being an opportunity consultant, maybe I just need a cell phone and business cards.

  Thursday, June 05, 2003

It all started one afternoon sophomore year. I wanted to play ping pong instead of go to class and he went with me. It continued when he and his girlfriend drove me to a date like they were my parents. The next three years was a wirlwind of blowing stuff up and throwing things at each other.


Last night I said goodbye to my best friend Jeff Kleinlein. Good luck bud, I'll miss you.

  Monday, June 02, 2003

So I put up the picture from Pike Day as the new picture of the month. I'm proud of myself, Pike Day was a big achievement in an entire week of challenges and oppurtunities. I had something planned for every night that week, plus four projects, and I still ended up graduating.

I don't think this picture has the ability to really express our brotherhood though. Ed really wants something that will take the place of this picture taken two years ago. Sorry Ed. I would like to point out a couple things about this one though. It's actually doctored up a little bit. I'm on the far right, and my head is pasted on from another picture. Evidently I wasn't looking at the camera so Keacher made it look good. Also, if you look really close at the big picture, the guy in the red shirt next to me, Edmonson, appears to have a boner.

  Sunday, June 01, 2003

Props to my family, especially my dad. The man has no understanding of my life for four years, and when he finally comes to my school to visit for my graduation, he has no questions. My stepmom was quoted as saying, "We are interested in seeing whatever you are interested in showing us." Kind of backwards I guess, at least now I know where I get it.

To top it off, my brother and sister, Reed and Joni, attended my graduation as well. They're cool, but they thought it would be wise to team up on the car ride with my dad. Sounds like a wise idea, except right now instead of heading back home with them I'm still in Indiana because there was no room for me in the car. Bravo family! *clap* *clap*

This may not be as bad as Kleinlein's parent's. They got him a pimp chain for a graduation present. Now he can slap up his hoes and wack people with his Italian cousins.