i'm a genius

summertime… and the learning continues

while attending a dave matthews band concert with some fellow fordham students i funneled too many beers, met too many boys, and met and befriended some GREAT strangers

1. a 40 year old man and his wife… the man shot-gunned a beer and then funneled one by spilling half all over himself… we bonded over the fact that he play rugby and he was great… i  hope im still a champ when im a parent of 2 tweens

2. a boy who is named after the book i am in the middle of… its called Trinity and its about the Irish struggle for independence from the British… i mean really, what are the chances… it probably means that we are soul-mates… too bad i was too drunk to put his number correctly in my phone

3. a random boy from san diego who was wearing fordham apparel because he is going to play football as a freshman next year… we all attacked him… he probs thinks we dont actually go there but are just major creeps… whatevs i wont be there till january

i also met numerous other people whos names i can not remember and whos faces i would not be able to recognize… i was actually aware of dave matthew’s presence for approx 2 mins total, and we walked back to our car singing katy perry… all in all a great fordham reunion

When constructing beer pyramids…

…racing another person is a bad idea.

-L

sads

both L and i will be studying (trying not to get roofied) in eroupa next semester and its starting to get super wierd that these are the last days we will be in the bronx for many many months… come spend some quality time with us before we disappear (thus making your lives a little more sad).

-M

spring weekend lessons

it had been a long weekend, and even though my memory is admittedly a little fuzzy there are many lessons to be gleaned.

1. the most important lesson is that i need to figure out where the hell campus is. being lost in the bronx is not genius, its a good thing campus is large because i walked around the entire thing trying to get inside (for reals, i walked in through the main entrance across from the botans from crotona).

2.i also learned that no matter where you go on campus there will always be a drunk crying girl, my last encounter with such a mess included drunk crying girl weaving through the parking garage hiding behind cars while i half made an effort to ask if she was ok (although to be honest i extra didnt want to get involved with her dramz, especially after an exhausting day of drinking on eddies and house parties).

3. sunscreen is good. im a genius

4. i shouldnt have cared about doing hair/putting on makeup before the dance because it was extra extra hot and everyone looked a mess

5. little victories were successfully acknowledged and celebrated… what what

6. pinky promises can act like binding contracts when necessary

-M

victories.. a commentary

it was brought to our attention that m’s little victories were not victories at all, but were, in fact, simply “not fails”.  We disagree.  Just because its a “not fail” doesn’t mean that its not a victory.  It merely displays how much failure we have in our lives.  and i assure you, its quite a bit.  however, we have lots of little victories, and they definitely count for a lot. they make us pretty great.  don’t discount the power of a little victory.

-L

little victories

i am a full believer in celebrating the little victories in life. this is especially important when one fails as often as i do…

for example, today i took one of the peer education surveys in order to get some free cotton candy (delicious). during that survey i lied significantly about how much i drink, how many drinks i drink, and the biggest lie, how often i black out. despite all of these significant oversights the woman still told me that i have a medium risk factor (whatever the hell that means). despite this peer education fail, i was able to truthfully check off that i have never woken up in the morning and felt like i needed an alcoholic beverage to start off my day. SUCCESS. it is important to not belittle such success with the seemingly larger failure, acknowledge it, embrace it, and celebrate it (perhaps with some sort of toast involving the alcoholic beverage of your choice)keep an eye out for the little victories and celebrate them to the fullest.

(btw im not a raging alcoholic that survey was just super dramatic… good thing the cotton candy was delicious)

-M