Hello readers!
While I sit in the sunlight, inside because I'm too tired to move my ass outside, I have pondered quite a few topics for today's post. I've decided to turn my focus to karma at this point in our lives. As in, how does karma affect college students?
Note: If you don't believe in karma, one day you will. Trust me. While I jest when shitty things about to even shittier people, sometimes I am even subjected to the will of the universe. It sucks.
What, in our college minds, can incur the wrath of the universe? Stealing a roommate's beer, or left overs from a trip home? Expect to have your goods taken at some point, and don't cry when it does.
What I have experienced more of, though, is the lack of loyalty among friends.
I personally would do anything for my friends, but have I fucked one or two of them over? Sure have, I'll be honest. But you bet your bottom dollar that I have been fucked over just as well along the way, even if it wasn't by the same person. The nice thing though, in college, is that more often than not, the shitty person does get some sort of punishment.
I can look at a friend, who I took the time to get to know, to defend against other friends because of their past, who I have let into my life (which really does take some effort), and somehow they found it in their selfish little heart to lie to me, and to not even pretend to apologize or make up for their actions. What they lied over is of little importance to me, but you can know that it wasn't over the taking of a beer or two from my fridge. The fact still remains though that they lied to me, about something really not that important, but sneaked around, also fucking over some other friends along the way.
I don't even think that it was the lying that got to me, but the lack of effort on their behalf to actually try to continue to be friends with me even after I offered an olive branch. Turns out, they are a selfish bitch. Did I cry over it all? Hardly. Instead, I did rest easy knowing that they are young, and very naive, and I have been here enough years to know it would all come back and bite them in the ass. It always does...hell, I've already seen it happen! They should probably stop while their ahead, really.
While I may come across as bitter about my own personal experiences, I'd like to continue on to disloyalty among groups of friends.
Turns out, they are a lot of fucking whores on this campus, both male and female. Some of you may claim that I'm probably, or most likely, in that grouping, but I have yet to fuck a friend's ex or person of interest, someone that they're "dating" or "exclusively talking to".
So it happens that there are distinguished groups of people who seem to make a hobby out of dating/fucking each others left overs, whether it was following a serious relationship or not. I used to call it inbreeding in high school, where all the popular kids dated each other and no one would say anything, but would keep it pent up inside until a school dance involving one too many drinks would lead to an explosion of testosterone and/or estrogen. Back to college days, I see it happening and it blows my mind still. I see people get passed willingly around from one person to the next, following their best friend or sister/brother.
Watching this sort of back stabbing, more like "front" stabbing, just to fulfill one social or sexual needs, just truly blows my mind. The thing to remember though, is that karma is a bitch. While they all pretend like everything is perfectly fine, their reputation slowly is starting to slip away from them, out of their control, and I can watch comfortably knowing karma does what karma does.
Some people out their may wonder why the bad boy gets the girls, and nice guys finish last, or the person who puts in the least amount of effort gets the best grade or lead role. Have no fear, though it may take time, you will have your day in the sun. I've seen one of the most beloved members of a department slowly through the years become known for what she actually is, a fucking bitch. While I, on the other hand, may not be the favorite, but I have gained good karma my own, and am happier than they probably ever will be.
To end my rambling, I'd like to finish with some wise words." How others treat you is their karma, how you react is yours."
Until next time,
You know what to do. =]
xoxo TO
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Things That Only Happen at Otterbein
Hi kids,
Hope everyone had a great Derby/Cinco de Mayo/supermoon weekend. I know mine was interesting, as apparently at the bar I was shouting "Everyone's Mexican!" Fuck knows, I don't remember. Drinking since noon, watching the Derby, I kind of set myself up for a night of total belligerence.
What I want to talk about now, is a list I have compiled with friends of things that seem to only happen at Otterbein. As much as I was urged to put them in a certain order, honestly, I'm tired and don't give any fucks to do so. So enjoy.
1. Straight twinks. If you don't know what a twink is, stop watching ESPN and take a stroll around Otterbein. Twinks are tiny little gay boys, which actually in my mind is mostly a term of endearment instead of a jest. Straight twinks are boys, that I literally just recently discovered Friday exist, that are two skinny for their damn good and really need to stop being mostly awkward. Haha.
2. This is an obvious one, most of the guys here are questionable as to what their orientation is. Even the ones you are so damn sure are straight. I feel like the girl population is starting to become the same way, as there are more girls here than guys. Gay for the stay I guess.
3. Only at Otterbein would a closed door be more commonly associated with people smoking weed, versus having sex.
4. Only at Otterbein would there still be some sort of force against weed, started by people clearly in denial. We don't call this cesspool pOtterbein for shits and gigs, just saying. So keep your fucking signs to your self and stop wasting trees. Start smoking them.
5. If you find yourself waking up the next morning from a night out of raging, and you still think you shouldn't drive, then welcome a. to my level, and b. to things that I feel really only happen at Otterbein. Yeah, you can drink yourself silly at OSU, but let's get real, we are our own version of OSU.
6. Day drinking at 10 am. I personally fucking love day drinking. 'Nough said.
7. Needing alcohol to do homework. I know more people that crack open a beer or pour a glass of wine before starting papers than people who don't.
8. Smoking a bowl in the McDonald's drive thru with fellow student peers really doesn't seem to phase any of those involved. Only at Otterbein.
9. Missing pink bathtubs (still a what the fuck was the OPD thinking moment) is not really considered out of the ordinary, but a topic of conversation as to who was dumb enough to commit the crime.
10. Taking 6 hits of acid to "see what happens". I mean really, it was 2 pm on a Saturday. It's still a more common response though to say why the fuck I wasn't invited than to be surprised someone it tripping.
11. Having hallucinations in class because you may or may not have done too much hallucinogens in life. And it's only your sophomore year, and shrooms are still on the list of shit to do.
12. Risking personal safety to get Otterden because you're too stoned to consider anything else.
13. Getting high 5'd after sex. For real? I know many people who have fallen victim to the awkward high five, and the desperate search for other shoe in hopes to get the fuck out of there.
14. Sex is like hugs here. Free and everyone does it, without much thought or attachment afterwards.
15. Being more upset at the OPD for letting some masked man leave your house without questions, than discovering your own friend was the culprit and was just going around stealing alcohol with a Nixon mask. Really, it's pretty common to shrug off those shenanigans than to be upset. Only at Otterbein.
16. People coming like ants to a picnic when a box of whip its appear during spring cleaning.
17. Finding a random box of whip its while spring cleaning.
18. The campus police force is more like a group of rent-a-cops who really need to get their priorities straight.
19. The most talented people you know are probably the messiest people you know. Only at Otterbein.
20. Being more concerned that someone might vomit on your shit, versus being concerned that the bitch is passed out. Seriously, they'll be fine.
And finally, my person favorite... 21. Only at Otterbein is there a need to differentiate between cokes. "Hey can you pick me up some coke to do with our whiskey? No, the liquid kind."
I'll probably come up with some more things to add to the list while getting wasted with some friends. Have some more laughs.
Until next time,
Rage on motherfuckers. School's almost over, and it's been a hell of a year.
xoxo
TO
Hope everyone had a great Derby/Cinco de Mayo/supermoon weekend. I know mine was interesting, as apparently at the bar I was shouting "Everyone's Mexican!" Fuck knows, I don't remember. Drinking since noon, watching the Derby, I kind of set myself up for a night of total belligerence.
What I want to talk about now, is a list I have compiled with friends of things that seem to only happen at Otterbein. As much as I was urged to put them in a certain order, honestly, I'm tired and don't give any fucks to do so. So enjoy.
1. Straight twinks. If you don't know what a twink is, stop watching ESPN and take a stroll around Otterbein. Twinks are tiny little gay boys, which actually in my mind is mostly a term of endearment instead of a jest. Straight twinks are boys, that I literally just recently discovered Friday exist, that are two skinny for their damn good and really need to stop being mostly awkward. Haha.
2. This is an obvious one, most of the guys here are questionable as to what their orientation is. Even the ones you are so damn sure are straight. I feel like the girl population is starting to become the same way, as there are more girls here than guys. Gay for the stay I guess.
3. Only at Otterbein would a closed door be more commonly associated with people smoking weed, versus having sex.
4. Only at Otterbein would there still be some sort of force against weed, started by people clearly in denial. We don't call this cesspool pOtterbein for shits and gigs, just saying. So keep your fucking signs to your self and stop wasting trees. Start smoking them.
5. If you find yourself waking up the next morning from a night out of raging, and you still think you shouldn't drive, then welcome a. to my level, and b. to things that I feel really only happen at Otterbein. Yeah, you can drink yourself silly at OSU, but let's get real, we are our own version of OSU.
6. Day drinking at 10 am. I personally fucking love day drinking. 'Nough said.
7. Needing alcohol to do homework. I know more people that crack open a beer or pour a glass of wine before starting papers than people who don't.
8. Smoking a bowl in the McDonald's drive thru with fellow student peers really doesn't seem to phase any of those involved. Only at Otterbein.
9. Missing pink bathtubs (still a what the fuck was the OPD thinking moment) is not really considered out of the ordinary, but a topic of conversation as to who was dumb enough to commit the crime.
10. Taking 6 hits of acid to "see what happens". I mean really, it was 2 pm on a Saturday. It's still a more common response though to say why the fuck I wasn't invited than to be surprised someone it tripping.
11. Having hallucinations in class because you may or may not have done too much hallucinogens in life. And it's only your sophomore year, and shrooms are still on the list of shit to do.
12. Risking personal safety to get Otterden because you're too stoned to consider anything else.
13. Getting high 5'd after sex. For real? I know many people who have fallen victim to the awkward high five, and the desperate search for other shoe in hopes to get the fuck out of there.
14. Sex is like hugs here. Free and everyone does it, without much thought or attachment afterwards.
15. Being more upset at the OPD for letting some masked man leave your house without questions, than discovering your own friend was the culprit and was just going around stealing alcohol with a Nixon mask. Really, it's pretty common to shrug off those shenanigans than to be upset. Only at Otterbein.
16. People coming like ants to a picnic when a box of whip its appear during spring cleaning.
17. Finding a random box of whip its while spring cleaning.
18. The campus police force is more like a group of rent-a-cops who really need to get their priorities straight.
19. The most talented people you know are probably the messiest people you know. Only at Otterbein.
20. Being more concerned that someone might vomit on your shit, versus being concerned that the bitch is passed out. Seriously, they'll be fine.
And finally, my person favorite... 21. Only at Otterbein is there a need to differentiate between cokes. "Hey can you pick me up some coke to do with our whiskey? No, the liquid kind."
I'll probably come up with some more things to add to the list while getting wasted with some friends. Have some more laughs.
Until next time,
Rage on motherfuckers. School's almost over, and it's been a hell of a year.
xoxo
TO
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Catching Up with pOtterbein
Hey bitches!
I must apologize for the world's longest fucking delay posting on here. I'm interning full time at OSU's veterinary hospital and it's been consuming my soul. Literally, if I'm not there I'm sleeping or trying to shove as much alcohol down my throat or put in as many drugs in my system as possible on the weekends.
So to start off, I'd like to comment on this whole YOLO nonsense.
While some might be thinking this is me taking the time to shit talk some sorority bitches, I will say that I wanted to write about the YOLO craze during the Otterbein Bar Crawl (which was a shit show in itself), way before Greek week even rolled around.
Here, I begin. That weekend, I witnessed some of campus' most annoying members pretend to be "party people" and try to get on my usual level. What basic bitches. And on their white shirts, YOLO was drunkenly scrawled on at least three times on every shirt. I've been a witness to those type of people, and how they "party". The bitches wear clothes that are way too clean for the night of vomiting they are about to experience, they drink three beers, then laugh to their girlfriends about how totally "shwasted" they are, then try to jump the bones of at least every baseball player in sight. Oh wait, let's not forget, YOLO! And the guys? Douche bags who I can probably out drink even now, with my much lower tolerance, who think way too much of themselves and their friends, and who will probably only go as far in life as getting some girl knocked up and using the word "bro" far too late in life. Again, I can hear them saying it now, YOLO!
I sat at Jimmy V's for my own night out, laughing at the mess around. The poor workers who were on staff that night, now good friends of mine due to my loyal patronage, looked like they wanted to jump off a cliff.
People who say that annoy the FUCK out of me. Phrase to live by? I like how people just now started using that phrase as an excuse to either a. act like a fuck or b. be wannabe pOtterbeiners. Seriously.
And the fact that some of you made an entire Greek week theme out of it? Cmon. -__-
I just have a general annoyance level with most of Otterbein, and formed from experience. But I digress.
Tomorrow I will have a short blurb about the whole fucking Stay Off the Grass nonsense. I stand behind my opinion that if more people started smoking weed on this campus, we would be a lot better off.
PS Kathy Krendlkins talked to me in person a few weeks ago, during a community service event. I'm not sure she quite knew who I was, and I kept my name tag hidden, as I was pretending to be another person anyways since I had forgotten to sign up. When she walked away, I could barely hold in my laughter, and remembered that the primary concern they had with this blog was that I might threaten the life of Kathy Krendlkins. Hey Krendtits, I did see where you live. Just kidding! Calm down, smoke a bowl. Even God approves of "grass", I mean He did make it rain today!
Stay classy, fuckers!
xoxo TO
I must apologize for the world's longest fucking delay posting on here. I'm interning full time at OSU's veterinary hospital and it's been consuming my soul. Literally, if I'm not there I'm sleeping or trying to shove as much alcohol down my throat or put in as many drugs in my system as possible on the weekends.
So to start off, I'd like to comment on this whole YOLO nonsense.
While some might be thinking this is me taking the time to shit talk some sorority bitches, I will say that I wanted to write about the YOLO craze during the Otterbein Bar Crawl (which was a shit show in itself), way before Greek week even rolled around.
Here, I begin. That weekend, I witnessed some of campus' most annoying members pretend to be "party people" and try to get on my usual level. What basic bitches. And on their white shirts, YOLO was drunkenly scrawled on at least three times on every shirt. I've been a witness to those type of people, and how they "party". The bitches wear clothes that are way too clean for the night of vomiting they are about to experience, they drink three beers, then laugh to their girlfriends about how totally "shwasted" they are, then try to jump the bones of at least every baseball player in sight. Oh wait, let's not forget, YOLO! And the guys? Douche bags who I can probably out drink even now, with my much lower tolerance, who think way too much of themselves and their friends, and who will probably only go as far in life as getting some girl knocked up and using the word "bro" far too late in life. Again, I can hear them saying it now, YOLO!
I sat at Jimmy V's for my own night out, laughing at the mess around. The poor workers who were on staff that night, now good friends of mine due to my loyal patronage, looked like they wanted to jump off a cliff.
People who say that annoy the FUCK out of me. Phrase to live by? I like how people just now started using that phrase as an excuse to either a. act like a fuck or b. be wannabe pOtterbeiners. Seriously.
And the fact that some of you made an entire Greek week theme out of it? Cmon. -__-
I just have a general annoyance level with most of Otterbein, and formed from experience. But I digress.
Tomorrow I will have a short blurb about the whole fucking Stay Off the Grass nonsense. I stand behind my opinion that if more people started smoking weed on this campus, we would be a lot better off.
PS Kathy Krendlkins talked to me in person a few weeks ago, during a community service event. I'm not sure she quite knew who I was, and I kept my name tag hidden, as I was pretending to be another person anyways since I had forgotten to sign up. When she walked away, I could barely hold in my laughter, and remembered that the primary concern they had with this blog was that I might threaten the life of Kathy Krendlkins. Hey Krendtits, I did see where you live. Just kidding! Calm down, smoke a bowl. Even God approves of "grass", I mean He did make it rain today!
Stay classy, fuckers!
xoxo TO
Sunday, March 25, 2012
A Letter to the Graduating Class
Dear seniors,
For those of you who know who you are, and for those who read my blog in appreciation, I would like to take the time to reminisce as well as provide a thank you.
The people I met my freshman year, seniors now or already have gone, they are to blame for who I am now. Freshman year for me was the absolute craziest and best time of my life. My very first weekend, I sat at a party, not knowing a soul except my partner in crime, a fellow freshman who happened to know one person there, and sat around trying to figure the best way to begin to talk to someone while my friend flitted around the party. I sat next to a girl on a bunk bed, who looked older, while another girl sat on the other side of me, leaning on a ladder. Some ridiculous boy was rolling around on the floor, probably on drugs, while another girl sat stoned out of her mind on the couch. The girl sitting next to me introduced herself, along with the rest of the people in the room, and from that moment I knew I found the right place. If I happen to have met anyone else that night, I don't remember, as I shortly blacked out afterwards, and left vomiting when I drank the wrong cup of beer that someone had happened to put their cigarette out in.
While some people come and go out of your life, such as that partner in crime who I now barely ever see or talk to, those people I met in that room have 100% changed my life. Listen readers, it doesn't matter who you hang out with now, or that I may judge you for being such a fucking boring person, if you have surrounded yourself with people who allow you to be you, then God bless.
My memories of freshman year are literally just a blur, with very few moments being clear at all. I met people of pure genius, sitting around a bowl, or handing me a beer from a keg. Some of the most talented people I know are also some of the messiest people I know, emphasis on the mess. Worse than me, if you can believe that. My favorite freshman memories with them include smoking in the park, drinking myself into a total state of annihilation many many times at a very dear and missed apartment, and the winter break I spent in town, with snow on the ground and on a table in front of me.
Now they prepare to enter the real world, I seriously wish them the best. And still think of those who have already left. They allowed me to be me, in all my crazy, especially in my earlier years when they forced me to face myself and my fucked up past. They supported me in every endeavor, and also cussed me out when I happened to be full of shit. They also brought together the rest of my younger friends, those who I would seriously be nothing without.
If you take nothing else out of this blog, take this one lesson, especially you freshman fucks. Open your mind to the rest of Otterbein. Someone you might have judged at one point may become your soul mate. While criticism has come from all sides about my actions and my words in this blog, I couldn't care less because the people in my life, this is a voice for them.
While you may be one of the best sports players, or the best performer, or the most creative writer, or the prettiest bitch on campus wearing a cross necklace around your neck, yeah sure you'll leave this college entering into a bright future and set up career. But then there are those of us next to you. Yes, we may be a little disheveled, a little stoned or hung over, and probably wreaking of the previous nights adventures, we are there next to you, with just as bright a future. The people I know, especially the seniors, they have worked as hard as you, if not harder because of attending class with a hang over, or doing their homework a little too tweaked out or stoned. They have opened their mind to the world of college, and took a chance. Maybe they will continue to smoke weed for the rest of their life, or never touch another drop of alcohol again. That's for the real world to mold. But for you straight edge bastards, go fuck yourself. Pass judgement on me, or my friends? I spent my college years learning, most likely the hard way, who I am and making the best of my years here. That's the difference.
Well, I'm finally feeling a little calmer, and about to settle into a Vicodin slumber. Wish me luck, readers, in the morning I'll put my big person shoes on, and enter into a taste of the real world.
Until next time,
Rage on.
xoxo TO
For those of you who know who you are, and for those who read my blog in appreciation, I would like to take the time to reminisce as well as provide a thank you.
The people I met my freshman year, seniors now or already have gone, they are to blame for who I am now. Freshman year for me was the absolute craziest and best time of my life. My very first weekend, I sat at a party, not knowing a soul except my partner in crime, a fellow freshman who happened to know one person there, and sat around trying to figure the best way to begin to talk to someone while my friend flitted around the party. I sat next to a girl on a bunk bed, who looked older, while another girl sat on the other side of me, leaning on a ladder. Some ridiculous boy was rolling around on the floor, probably on drugs, while another girl sat stoned out of her mind on the couch. The girl sitting next to me introduced herself, along with the rest of the people in the room, and from that moment I knew I found the right place. If I happen to have met anyone else that night, I don't remember, as I shortly blacked out afterwards, and left vomiting when I drank the wrong cup of beer that someone had happened to put their cigarette out in.
While some people come and go out of your life, such as that partner in crime who I now barely ever see or talk to, those people I met in that room have 100% changed my life. Listen readers, it doesn't matter who you hang out with now, or that I may judge you for being such a fucking boring person, if you have surrounded yourself with people who allow you to be you, then God bless.
My memories of freshman year are literally just a blur, with very few moments being clear at all. I met people of pure genius, sitting around a bowl, or handing me a beer from a keg. Some of the most talented people I know are also some of the messiest people I know, emphasis on the mess. Worse than me, if you can believe that. My favorite freshman memories with them include smoking in the park, drinking myself into a total state of annihilation many many times at a very dear and missed apartment, and the winter break I spent in town, with snow on the ground and on a table in front of me.
Now they prepare to enter the real world, I seriously wish them the best. And still think of those who have already left. They allowed me to be me, in all my crazy, especially in my earlier years when they forced me to face myself and my fucked up past. They supported me in every endeavor, and also cussed me out when I happened to be full of shit. They also brought together the rest of my younger friends, those who I would seriously be nothing without.
If you take nothing else out of this blog, take this one lesson, especially you freshman fucks. Open your mind to the rest of Otterbein. Someone you might have judged at one point may become your soul mate. While criticism has come from all sides about my actions and my words in this blog, I couldn't care less because the people in my life, this is a voice for them.
While you may be one of the best sports players, or the best performer, or the most creative writer, or the prettiest bitch on campus wearing a cross necklace around your neck, yeah sure you'll leave this college entering into a bright future and set up career. But then there are those of us next to you. Yes, we may be a little disheveled, a little stoned or hung over, and probably wreaking of the previous nights adventures, we are there next to you, with just as bright a future. The people I know, especially the seniors, they have worked as hard as you, if not harder because of attending class with a hang over, or doing their homework a little too tweaked out or stoned. They have opened their mind to the world of college, and took a chance. Maybe they will continue to smoke weed for the rest of their life, or never touch another drop of alcohol again. That's for the real world to mold. But for you straight edge bastards, go fuck yourself. Pass judgement on me, or my friends? I spent my college years learning, most likely the hard way, who I am and making the best of my years here. That's the difference.
Well, I'm finally feeling a little calmer, and about to settle into a Vicodin slumber. Wish me luck, readers, in the morning I'll put my big person shoes on, and enter into a taste of the real world.
Until next time,
Rage on.
xoxo TO
Thursday, March 22, 2012
" The most unkindest cut of all," Julius Caeser
Good evening pOtterbein.
Isn't it insane to have this weather in March? Loving. It. And what day is it? Yes, kids, it's Thursday! Time to step off your high horse, get down from your ivory tower, and rage your face off.
While I get ready to shower, and the storm rolls in, I've decided to focus on a more somber topic for today's discussion. The act of betrayal. Now, some of you who know who I am might begin to get nervous, think I will put you on blast. No fear, the fact that you may have such suspicions means you're a guilty fuck, so man up. I don't need to tell you that.
Betrayal, in college, goes far beyond stealing roommate's food, or telling someone's dirty secret. Hey, rule of thumb, secrets secrets are no fun, unless you tell everyone! And this is Otterbein High, and no I don't mean high as a kite (for you stoners reading this). High as in high school. If you don't want something getting out, then either a. don't fucking do something dumb, or b. don't tell anyone. Chances are though, while you sit and contemplate this simple advice, people already know.
To continue, betrayal does go beyond such acts. I have mentioned before, in my blog about stealing, your friends here at college are your family. Or at least, for me and my friends that's how it seems to work. You leave high school, and come to a place to find out who you are. Your roommate, fellow teammates, and for those of you, your pledge brothers and sisters, they truly become your family. I am a different person than who I was in high school, I have become who I was meant to be, and I am more than happy because of the help from my friends.
When you betray a friend in college, I pray for your soul. I truly cannot wrap my mind around someone who can do something treacherous, and look a friend in the eye, and sometimes not even ask for forgiveness. I think I have decided though, that loyalty comes with age. I can look around my friend group, and at others, and could say that I don't know who would truly fuck someone over knowing they would ruin their friendship, or break their friend's heart, or get their friend arrested even.
Taking a look at the younger classes, the freshman and sophomores, where their loyalty lies is up for grabs. I mean not to generalize, and I applaud those of you like myself, who pride themselves on their loyalty and honesty. I am talking more so from experiences I have heard and witnessed among friends.
Sleeping with someone's ex...not okay. Lying to a friend who has just welcomed you into their world...not okay. Ratting your roommate out or a friend out to the OPD or WPD in hopes to save your own ass...not okay. Would you do such things to a family member? Probably not. So why would you do something to a friend, or a roommate? Your parents aren't here to save you, your family isn't here to make you feel better about yourself. Your college friends are the ones you will forever remember, they help you stumble and fumble until you look up to find yourself.
In my own experience, I have gotten into many fights with friends, but most of them were based on the fact that they were calling me out on my bullshit, forcing me to look at myself and my actions. I'm assuming, readers, that your friends do the same. I'd hope to, at least. I'd hope the people you surround yourself with aren't letting you fuck up without telling you "I told you so." As much as we hate hearing it, someone did tell us so. So start listening.
You younger readers though, you haven't put in the hours here at college to truly learn such a meaning. Yeah, sure pledging might have helped some of you out, for those of you reading from Greek Life. And for those laughing saying they would never do such a thing, hurt a friend, you probably already have.
I was accused of ratting a friend out to the OPD or WPD, I don't even fully know the story of what "I" did. It truly hurt my feelings to be accused of such, because that stupid young fucker 1. thought too much of themself being a part of my life and 2. doesn't understand all the things I've gone through here, that many of us have gone through.
Yes, the longer you stay here, everything turns into shades of gray, but there is one thing that should never be wavered on, and that's loyalty to your friends, and to yourself. No matter what you do with your days, whether they are spent raging or studying, I hope you can still sleep comfortably at night, knowing you did what you thought was right.
Alright, I'm getting off my soap box. I was just giving you some food for thought.
Enjoy your Thursday, pOtterbein! I know I personally have a bottle of liquor with my name on it waiting for me.
xoxo TO
Isn't it insane to have this weather in March? Loving. It. And what day is it? Yes, kids, it's Thursday! Time to step off your high horse, get down from your ivory tower, and rage your face off.
While I get ready to shower, and the storm rolls in, I've decided to focus on a more somber topic for today's discussion. The act of betrayal. Now, some of you who know who I am might begin to get nervous, think I will put you on blast. No fear, the fact that you may have such suspicions means you're a guilty fuck, so man up. I don't need to tell you that.
Betrayal, in college, goes far beyond stealing roommate's food, or telling someone's dirty secret. Hey, rule of thumb, secrets secrets are no fun, unless you tell everyone! And this is Otterbein High, and no I don't mean high as a kite (for you stoners reading this). High as in high school. If you don't want something getting out, then either a. don't fucking do something dumb, or b. don't tell anyone. Chances are though, while you sit and contemplate this simple advice, people already know.
To continue, betrayal does go beyond such acts. I have mentioned before, in my blog about stealing, your friends here at college are your family. Or at least, for me and my friends that's how it seems to work. You leave high school, and come to a place to find out who you are. Your roommate, fellow teammates, and for those of you, your pledge brothers and sisters, they truly become your family. I am a different person than who I was in high school, I have become who I was meant to be, and I am more than happy because of the help from my friends.
When you betray a friend in college, I pray for your soul. I truly cannot wrap my mind around someone who can do something treacherous, and look a friend in the eye, and sometimes not even ask for forgiveness. I think I have decided though, that loyalty comes with age. I can look around my friend group, and at others, and could say that I don't know who would truly fuck someone over knowing they would ruin their friendship, or break their friend's heart, or get their friend arrested even.
Taking a look at the younger classes, the freshman and sophomores, where their loyalty lies is up for grabs. I mean not to generalize, and I applaud those of you like myself, who pride themselves on their loyalty and honesty. I am talking more so from experiences I have heard and witnessed among friends.
Sleeping with someone's ex...not okay. Lying to a friend who has just welcomed you into their world...not okay. Ratting your roommate out or a friend out to the OPD or WPD in hopes to save your own ass...not okay. Would you do such things to a family member? Probably not. So why would you do something to a friend, or a roommate? Your parents aren't here to save you, your family isn't here to make you feel better about yourself. Your college friends are the ones you will forever remember, they help you stumble and fumble until you look up to find yourself.
In my own experience, I have gotten into many fights with friends, but most of them were based on the fact that they were calling me out on my bullshit, forcing me to look at myself and my actions. I'm assuming, readers, that your friends do the same. I'd hope to, at least. I'd hope the people you surround yourself with aren't letting you fuck up without telling you "I told you so." As much as we hate hearing it, someone did tell us so. So start listening.
You younger readers though, you haven't put in the hours here at college to truly learn such a meaning. Yeah, sure pledging might have helped some of you out, for those of you reading from Greek Life. And for those laughing saying they would never do such a thing, hurt a friend, you probably already have.
I was accused of ratting a friend out to the OPD or WPD, I don't even fully know the story of what "I" did. It truly hurt my feelings to be accused of such, because that stupid young fucker 1. thought too much of themself being a part of my life and 2. doesn't understand all the things I've gone through here, that many of us have gone through.
Yes, the longer you stay here, everything turns into shades of gray, but there is one thing that should never be wavered on, and that's loyalty to your friends, and to yourself. No matter what you do with your days, whether they are spent raging or studying, I hope you can still sleep comfortably at night, knowing you did what you thought was right.
Alright, I'm getting off my soap box. I was just giving you some food for thought.
Enjoy your Thursday, pOtterbein! I know I personally have a bottle of liquor with my name on it waiting for me.
xoxo TO
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Welcome Back Bitches.
Hey pOtterbein!
I'm back, don't worry. I didn't leave you to succumb to the pressures of the Otterbein administration without a voice.
My Spring Break was spent working, drinking entirely too much during the day, and being the Nancy Botwin of the cocaine world here at Otterbein. It really was a nice break. The last couple days were spent shadowing at possible internship for the summer.
Enough of my boring ass life, let's get to it. Today's blog will be discussing a lot of the talk going on about this blog.
First off, as to be expected, I'd like to address the article in the T & C. I loved it. While she missed the point of this blog for the most part, I'd like to thank them for the plug. While yes, I probably share too much, but it's part of my experience here. As for my reputation? I really could care less what you all think, especially the bitches that sit around shit talking my blog on Sunday, and for those of you, on Monday nights. Y'all should probably smoke more weed than you already do, and stop being treacherous hoes.
Honestly, I'm different than who you think I am. I laugh at people who say I need to respect myself, or that I'm a hot mess. While yes, I probably could be considered a hot mess, I also am a part of the counterculture. Like I've said many many many times, that consists of those who can rage, while also being successful. I start a full time internship for ten weeks starting Monday. Maybe I'll be hungover when I go in Friday mornings, but at least I will still be there, doing what I love. I'm sorry if you can't do the same, that's just a shame. Jealous of the many others who do just the same. Those who go to rehearsal or practice stoned, class hungover. They get decent grades, fulfill their responsibilities. I'm not the only one out there, so go ahead and shit talk. You'd probably a offend a friend or two of yours, so get the fuck off you're high horse.
While my version of community service may happen to be "dictated by Westerville Mayor's court" - Ke$ha, I do have ambitions for myself, and support the dreams of my friends, and it's a shame you spend so much time focusing on hating on me or my blog, when you really should be out in this world, taking advantage of every opportunity to be alive. Listen, you don't have to read this blog, so fuck yourself and move on to something else, like practicing for a recital.
My next group to focus on is the OPD. I had a lovely conversation with you today. It was hard not to laugh at some of your questions about my blog. A major concern was that I might actually hurt Kathy Krendlkins. Don't worry, I'm not a malicious person, just an orphan of the American dream, bitter and jaded and needing someone to take my issues out on, with a bottle of liquor in tow.
I personally think people need to calm down. Krendlkins, smoke a bowl, or have a beer, or something. OPD, stop thinking you're our pseudo-parents. Otterbein needs to remember we pay them, $30 k or so a year. So let us make mistakes, ruffle some community feathers, and be the youth we should be. And for my fellow students who are disgusted by my actions, stop spending time in your dorm studying and masturbating to images of Justin Bieber and Megan Fox.Go out, get wasted, and get laid. At least try it once, before you decide to pray for my soul, or judge others.
Honestly, Bob Marley got it right. Even you OCF fuckers can agree,
"Give thanks and praise to the Lord...and I will feel alright. Let's get together and feel alright." with a joint in hand.
xoxo TO
I'm back, don't worry. I didn't leave you to succumb to the pressures of the Otterbein administration without a voice.
My Spring Break was spent working, drinking entirely too much during the day, and being the Nancy Botwin of the cocaine world here at Otterbein. It really was a nice break. The last couple days were spent shadowing at possible internship for the summer.
Enough of my boring ass life, let's get to it. Today's blog will be discussing a lot of the talk going on about this blog.
First off, as to be expected, I'd like to address the article in the T & C. I loved it. While she missed the point of this blog for the most part, I'd like to thank them for the plug. While yes, I probably share too much, but it's part of my experience here. As for my reputation? I really could care less what you all think, especially the bitches that sit around shit talking my blog on Sunday, and for those of you, on Monday nights. Y'all should probably smoke more weed than you already do, and stop being treacherous hoes.
Honestly, I'm different than who you think I am. I laugh at people who say I need to respect myself, or that I'm a hot mess. While yes, I probably could be considered a hot mess, I also am a part of the counterculture. Like I've said many many many times, that consists of those who can rage, while also being successful. I start a full time internship for ten weeks starting Monday. Maybe I'll be hungover when I go in Friday mornings, but at least I will still be there, doing what I love. I'm sorry if you can't do the same, that's just a shame. Jealous of the many others who do just the same. Those who go to rehearsal or practice stoned, class hungover. They get decent grades, fulfill their responsibilities. I'm not the only one out there, so go ahead and shit talk. You'd probably a offend a friend or two of yours, so get the fuck off you're high horse.
While my version of community service may happen to be "dictated by Westerville Mayor's court" - Ke$ha, I do have ambitions for myself, and support the dreams of my friends, and it's a shame you spend so much time focusing on hating on me or my blog, when you really should be out in this world, taking advantage of every opportunity to be alive. Listen, you don't have to read this blog, so fuck yourself and move on to something else, like practicing for a recital.
My next group to focus on is the OPD. I had a lovely conversation with you today. It was hard not to laugh at some of your questions about my blog. A major concern was that I might actually hurt Kathy Krendlkins. Don't worry, I'm not a malicious person, just an orphan of the American dream, bitter and jaded and needing someone to take my issues out on, with a bottle of liquor in tow.
I personally think people need to calm down. Krendlkins, smoke a bowl, or have a beer, or something. OPD, stop thinking you're our pseudo-parents. Otterbein needs to remember we pay them, $30 k or so a year. So let us make mistakes, ruffle some community feathers, and be the youth we should be. And for my fellow students who are disgusted by my actions, stop spending time in your dorm studying and masturbating to images of Justin Bieber and Megan Fox.Go out, get wasted, and get laid. At least try it once, before you decide to pray for my soul, or judge others.
Honestly, Bob Marley got it right. Even you OCF fuckers can agree,
"Give thanks and praise to the Lord...and I will feel alright. Let's get together and feel alright." with a joint in hand.
xoxo TO
Friday, March 9, 2012
Spring Break
Hey readers!
Well, it's time for spring break. I wish everyone happy raging. Drink some tall ones for me!
I'll be here, working. Yeah great. Check back once spring break ends, I'll start posting again once we get back to classes.
Even better, some of you should post some stories on here, if you happen to have an epic adventure or two! I'd love to live vicariously through you all, readers. Unless you're the boring reader. I don't give a fuck if you just went home and visited family.
Until next time,
Rage on motherfuckers! Whoooooo spring break!
xoxo TO
PS. You guys should listen to this song. It may or may not be one of the best depictions of my feelings towards the police. Plus, I love the singer.
Cory Smith, "Fuck the Po-Po"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTT68LeoR7E
Well, it's time for spring break. I wish everyone happy raging. Drink some tall ones for me!
I'll be here, working. Yeah great. Check back once spring break ends, I'll start posting again once we get back to classes.
Even better, some of you should post some stories on here, if you happen to have an epic adventure or two! I'd love to live vicariously through you all, readers. Unless you're the boring reader. I don't give a fuck if you just went home and visited family.
Until next time,
Rage on motherfuckers! Whoooooo spring break!
xoxo TO
PS. You guys should listen to this song. It may or may not be one of the best depictions of my feelings towards the police. Plus, I love the singer.
Cory Smith, "Fuck the Po-Po"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTT68LeoR7E
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