Bid Night

Theta Chi is technically a dry frat. Technically.

I've heard many things about bid night. Even people who don't rush or don't pledge, say that bid night is one of the best nights of the year. And pledges get the VIP treatment.

During second invites, I talked to one of the guys about bid night and he said "Lemme tell you this: you're not going to remember anything after the showers."

What? Showers?! Hmmm...

Today, when they told us to come by, they told us to make sure we brought a change of clothes and a towel. I guess that's better than a banana and a bottle of lotion...

Should be an interesting night.

"Thetachi"

Xi Chapter
of
Theta Chi Fraternity
formally extends
Rodell Tolliver
a bid to become a
member of our
Brotherhood


"You ready"
"Lemme put a shirt on"
Mackenzie half pushes/half carries me to the front door and tells me to wait on the steps in the foyer. There's a dull roar outside, much like the sound of a train in the distance. As Mackenzie cracks the door open, the roar turns into a chant. He shuts the door again quickly.
"Alright, just run out there."
I wipe the sleep out of my eyes, take 1-3 deep breaths and charge the door.

Sunlight hits my face, filtered through the leafless trees. A cool breeze ruffles my t-shirt, lifting it from my body. Shadows dance like lilliputian gypsies on...


the face of the guy that's about to rock me.
I get pushed into a mosh put of dudes in blazers chanting my name. After about ten seconds of typical guy roughhousing, they lift me up and throw me in the air three times. I got air, because yes, I am in fact a champion..

After they set me down, the circle widened a bit.
Michael starts.

"The Xi chapter of blah-blah-blah extends blah-blah-blah bend over (what?!) blah-blah-blah. You have two choices."

"ONE CHOICE" the brothers all yell in unison, reminding me there is in fact a correct answer to the question.

"You can choose to come to the house tonight at 7 and accept our bid, or you can accept here on the spot."

Well, I already know my decision. No point in wasting time.

Theta Chi till I die, baby.

Everything is better with a visual aid...

Some notes...

-This is a legitimate graph.
-Yes, I have a balks up. I'd be crazy not to.
-Apparently, Regina Spektor is a lesbian. Fuck that.
-Marrying some random person you don't know is a horrible idea. Why is that even an option?
-By "projected success", I mean a combination of how likely it is to happen and how happy it would make me. However, the equations and algorithms I used to deduce the particular combination are way too complex for common folk (such as yourself) to understand. I recommend picking which ever one makes you happier and sticking to that.
-This graph isn't just for the people mentioned in the graph. Also, if you haven't been included in this graph, maybe you should think about how to do a better job next time. Just saying.

Spooky

Drawing up innocent pictures of longed after loved ones
When everyone's gone you'll pretend that you're with me
Preparing yourself for what none can prepare for
You, you gave me everything
Giving up anything, keeping us moving
And if my heart's companion is longing for someone, keep beating
Never stop moving
Unspeakable beauty
Your skin gleams like marble
Your character flaws are my character's treasures
When everyone's gone, I pretend that I'm with you
Don't change your character flaws; don't change
You, you gave me everything
Giving up anything, keeping us moving
And if my hearts companion is longing for someone, keep beating
Never stop moving

Thanks, Tragedy Letters...

With

I wanna go star watching with her some time . Not star gazing; gazing requires attention that I most definitely will not have in her presence. But star watching would be nice. So would a long car ride. Preferably within the legal speed range... But I'm not too picky.

There are a couple conversations I want to have and a couple movies I want to watch. There are also a couple minutes of time I just want to spend around her. No talking. Just presence.

I guess the key word is "with".

Hmm.

My Experiment

So if you read one of my first posts, I talked about blogging and how weird a phenomena it was. Why do people want to broadcast personal thoughts to billions of strangers over the internet? Is it comforting to know that someone out there may possibly identify with you? I don't know.

So I tried it out. Today in psych, our professor asked us to write whether we were male or female and then a ridiculous thought that surprised us. It was anonymous, so anything was fair game. I wrote my personal thought, folded my paper, and handed it to the right (my own, collegiate "puff, puff, pass").

As the professor read mine aloud, I anticipated a wave of...something. Maybe relief. Maybe anxiety. Maybe a mixture of both.

But I didn't expect apathy. Which is exactly what happened. Cool, he read it aloud. Didn't tell anybody anything, didn't change anything, so I didn't care. Which makes sense; I should have known that all along. Telling strangers secrets isn't therapeutic, at least not for me. Especially when you don't get any feedbalks from said strangers.

So I guess this blog isn't an attempt to reach out to random kindred souls, but is just another way to share with your friends. To communicate in a new, unique, scene way.

Worth it? We'll see.

AOL sucks

Balks a couple years ago, AOL accidentally released about 3 months of search logs from their AOL Search Engine users. They're all over the internet now and people have taken the liberty of sorting through them for the best. If you're in for a good laugh or to be disgusted with the human race, click here.


See if you can guess my favorite.

Hint: I've always wanted X-ray vision.