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
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