College Girl's Stance On DUDES!

For the record, this photo is of myself and my friend DanceMan. I just wanted to let everyone know I didn't want to post a picture of someone I was about to discuss. So, on to the discussing!

This blog is obviously about dudes. But, not just any dudes. These college dudes that I have myself surrounded by. I meet different ones daily, and I enjoy that. I enjoy knowing many people, and having friends that are guys has always been my forte. But, in a more serious than friends way I have also met many guys. Ever since this summer, I have had many stories. Horrible, hilarious, psycho, and some just normal. So, just out of humor, and boredom I'm going to update you on some situations college has put me through already.

First, there was Mr. GreekWeed. We had consistently been together over the whole summer. "Together" is something that I'm going to let you imagine, because it can mean many things and just depends on the reader. Either way, there were no problems with Mr. GreekWeed. A junior in the same department as myself (Education), an active member of Theta Chi, and a very established drug dealer. I'm not even sure if that's possible in my small town but for my town; Mr. GreekWeed was established as they could get. Now, the only drug he ever dealt with was weed and being with him meant free of charge smoking all the time. Smoke. Hook up. Then smoke again. That was our routine and it worked perfectly. I never worried about where he was, or what was going on because it was summer and it was all about having fun. I even remember a day when Mr. GreekWeed brought me some lunch to work. JimmyJohn's was his workplace, and I loved those tuna subs! Mr. GreekWeed provided me with what I needed. Attention and weed. Things went bad in the end, and you'll find out that soon enough.

Then, there were some less significant guys who entered my life and I plan on making their explanations short. There was Abercrombie Model who worked for Abercrombie and was drop dead gorgeous. We hooked up once and now he's dating a girl they call "Texas". I like to call her "Tex gotta fat ass" under my breath when she passes. But, that's for my own amusement. There was FratMan, but I really feel like I shouldn't make that a past tense thing because, we still talk, it's just not a big deal anymore. We hooked up once and he felt guilty (by the way, "hook up" in my terms does not mean S.E.X.) because he felt like he used me. He's apart of Sigma Nu and is actually a sweet frat guy that I will always say breaks the stigma I have of frat guys. FratMan and I are actually really close friends now. Then there was Mr. Marine, who ended up totally playing me. And, I really don't think he is worth my words. Last, but not least, is The Creeper. At first he wasn't a creeper but you best believed he went from nice guy I thought I could date into total creeper in one night. And let alone with just one text message. Now, he texts me non-stop, apologizes for things he never did wrong, tells me how much he likes me (we have hung out 3 times), and HATES that I talk to other guys. He officially has blown up on one of my friends asking "what the fuck my deal was". How sweet? HOW FUCKING CREEPY? He has continued to try and get in touch with me. Sometimes, he's outside my dorm in that black S-10 of his.

And, there will always, always be (no matter what) The Ex. He is a very important part of my life because he was my first serious and messy relationship; something with substance. With over a year under our belt, it's a little hard to completely leave each other. I think there has hardly been a time period more than 3 weeks where we haven't talked. Even when I had my new boyfriend. And even when he had his new girlfriend. The Ex and I went through cheating, lying, and skipping out on hospital visitations. Thinking I was completely over him after he refused to come see me in the hospital after my motocycle wreck, I began trying to be his friend. And, we've "been together" ever since college started. With a new attitude, a sweeter outlook on life, and just most things a lot better, there is a lot changing and with all these guys in and out of my life, I feel like the only consistent (and at least not crazy!) one is The Ex.

Thankyou, and I'm out

Oh, BY THE WAY, I think I will only have one man in my life for awhile.

and that is him :) My beautiful nephew, BeeBoo

Don't Mess with the Bro Code!

Alright, ladies. I will stand strong against a man that talks down to a woman, and I will get angry at a man that uses "bitch" as a literal term for a female. Of course. But, lately I have seen a lot of girls making some major mistakes. One mistake I'm noticing that is recurring is messing with the bro code! I did some research on "The Bro Code" and came up with a lot complete bull shit, such as "A Bro shall never reveal the score of a sporting event to another Bro until that Bro has thrice confirmed it's cool." and even worse, "In the event that two Bros acquire the same target, the Bro with the longer dry spell has dibs." But, when it comes down to what I mean when I say girls are messing with the bro code, I mean hooking up with FRIENDS. Please, stay away from that. It's dangerous, and it's totally bringing brothers down.

I understand that guys break the chick code (is there one?) and mess with friends but, that's not what I'm talking about. I know that people have heard countless times about how a poor girl got screwed over by her boyfriend screwing her best friend. So, I'm hear to provide you with something you don't hear a lot of. And, it's from a girls point of view. ODD!

Though I am a female myself, I find it very OFF LIMITS to mess with friends. Love triangles are acceptable, but not when two tips of the triangle are ROOMMATES! If you're a girl that is capable of getting guys easily, don't take advantage of that. I've lately seen a really good friend of mine be really hurt by a bro code violation. Hurt more by the guy then the girl, but by the girl none the less. The story (short) went like this. The before spoken girl had been messing around with a guy, and a very sweet guy at that. He began the whole "I don't want to be in a relationship" bit, and the girl was okay with that. But, her feelings grew stronger, and she believed they acted like boyfriend and girlfriend anyways. [HEY! Sex complicates things!] As time went on, the guy began getting fearful of her wanting a real relationship. The girl promised to call him so they could work it out, and talk.

But, no. The girl didn't call him. And, she continued to "fall" for the guys unlikely and unsuspecting best friend. We will call him the bro code violater. The bro code violater was ALL UP FOR IT as long as they hid it from the bro code violated. They hid it very well, yes. But, not for too long. Soon, the violated found out of the violater. Feelings were hurt and minds were confused. And now, I'm stuck in the middle.

I'm stuck in the middle because the violater just wanted the girl, and didn't care about his friend. I'm stuck in the middle because the violated AND the girl are my friends. All I want to say is "HOE, quit messing with the bro code". Now, don't get me started on the whole idea that it was the violaters fault. Because, I know the story, I know the case. And this girl was loviiiiiiiing it. And completely came in the middle of two friends and used her HOTNESS for that very reason!

Thank you and I'm out of here

The Game of Beer Pong

The wonderfully college-aged game that I am beginning to believe is overplayed. I have never before questioned the game of beer pong. I have never given it much thought. Normally, I have just played (and failed) and ended up getting buzzed from those cups filled with beer. The game, I'm sure, is known all over U.S. colleges. Posters devoted to the game are hung over some of my friends dorm walls (it brings an automatic cool factor, maybe?), t-shirts have been worn, and even cups stating "Sink it & Drink it" have been purchased. I never knew a simple, testosterone evoking game could become so known and popular!

It's not the fact that I'm bitter because I'm bad at it (which, I really am terrible) because I'm really not bitter. Beer pong is something I play regardless, because if I'm bad at it that means I get to drink the beer faster, right? I just feel as if it has turned into this tool of procrastination. And, if not that, then most definitely a "party must" that I believe is not a party must. Excuse me, beer pong partakers, but your beer spills have become so big that they are seeping slowly onto the "designated dance floor" and I am having a hard time keeping my balance as I grind on this stranger! I'm not sure if they realize how much beer they spill, or where it lands, but it really gets everywhere. The playing table, no matter what you're playing on, will be messed up within five rounds of this game. I've seen people play on wood boards placed on an ironing board. Friends of mine have stacked up end tables on a coffee table, and then placed a piece of wood on top of those. It's sad what people will do for the satisfaction of playing a game that the majority of party goers have played or at least heard of.

Other then the fact of what people will do to play this game, it's what people will do to be good at this game. People who practice with empty cups, people who play the game numerous amounts of times, and many other ways to become a pro. There is some sort of satisfaction to the idea of being good at this game. What comes along with being good is "the ultimate beer pong team". Teams? Two people that are good players team up and are "unstopable". It's cute how close you are to your beer pong partner, but are you all really proud that you're undefeated? The high fives and the whoops and hollers. People even have slangs and terms for this overrated beer pong that I continue to blog about. "Heating up," "On fire," "Double bounce," "Tipped it!" Really now. If we made a dictionary for beer pong terms, it would be small but substantial enough for followers to purchase. Just put the words "Beer pong" on it and it will be bought.

Thank you, and I'm out of here

Financial Aid Situation From Hell

The only reason I am even capable of going to college is because the Government has so nicely provided me with full tuition (through a different varieties of grants). My mother's side of the family is very capable for paying for my tuition but they choose not to. Maybe that's because my grandmother has 5 grandchildren to even consider paying for. And, you best believe what I or my sister get, my Aunt Suzie is going to make sure (our cousin) Randon gets it as well. Oh, there is no unfairness in this family---just greediness. But, I recieved a specfic grant for my books called an S.O.G. Book Award, which awarded me 500 dollars per semester for books. Free money. HELL yes. Especially for books! Cause, those prices fuck you, and hard. Without a condom and with out sorrow.

So, of course, I bought my books. But, I only bought the books I was told to buy. My Spanish teacher and World Civ teacher both told me we would not need our books yet. Of course, this information filled me; at first, with ultimate joy! No books?! Yay. Around a week or so ago, I was informed of the Spanish test. Of course, we now needed our books. On that same week, my World Civ teacher said we would finally be reading out of our text. So, that exact day I go to purchase my books....only to find out that my grant had expired. Expired?!?! There was an expiration date on the free money you gave me?

I had about 300 dollars worth of books in my hand. I felt like crying when all these people behind me heard of my sorrow. I was incapable of purchasing my own books. I was wearing 39.50 dollar jeans, and a 49.95 dollar sweater with a 19.99 dollar tank top underneath. And, the sperrys on my feet were real. But, I couldn't buy books. I was upset. Pissed. I didn't know what to do.

I just want the creator of this S.O.G. Book Award to know that he/she is a complete asshole. Please, take away this "expiration date". At least don't make this money dissapear for me only THREE DAYS AFTER CLASSES BEGIN! Get your head out of your ass long enough to look around and realize that people sometimes need to buy books even after the 3 day time limit. Get real.

Thankyou, and I'm out of here

DON'T Date A Frat Guy

I'm only saying this because they have brought me nothing but heartache and grief. Of course, I haven't dealt with every frat guy (and god forbid if I had) but, the ones I have come to know have done nothing but prove the same facts over and over. Those letters on your chest don't mean anything to me, other then the fact that if you get even a foot away from a possible fight then you're bringing you're whole frat to fight your fight right beside you. Those letters mean you spend incoherent amounts of money for instant friends and the "brotherly feeling". They are incapable of keeping a steady girlfriend, and rarely date outside of the Greek system. Frat guys are the closest thing to an animal that you can find. All about the next theme party, and hopefully it's a theme that means the less clothes, the better it fits in with the "theme".

I have come in contact (not always close) with many of these fraternity guys in just my first semester of college. The many late night calls (2:30am? please) wondering if I want to "drink a few beers and have some fun". I believe "FUCKING KEGGER?!?!" is the international pick-up line for a frat guy. Excuse me, I like beer. But, it bloats me and I will not drink it with you every weekend. Let alone on the night before my early in the a.m. test. So, all I'm saying is warn your girlfriends if they even seem to be coming in contact with a narcissistic, pig-headed frat guy. Avoid the letters, they bring sadness. I'm done with the charm and the naturally good looks. The menthol cigarettes and black&milds they carry around in their pocket leave stale tastes in my mouth. The opened beer you just offered me is going in my hand, being completely ignored, and then thrown in the nearest trash can for fear of being date-rape drugged.

I'm not trying to bash Frats. Your Panhellic council is very nice, and your philantrophy events are VERY deserving of praise. But, the day I stop dissing frat guys is the day I meet one that changes my mind. I can't praise a group of people when the majority of the ones I know are complete dicks :)

Thankyou, and I'm out of here