I went digging through some old diaries this morning from my days at the University of Virginia. Sorry folks, I'm taking you with me on that trip down Delinquency Lane.....
* "Anyhow, Allison, Cheryl, Anna and I spent the rest of the night playing cards. I bet my dick, so they all folded. Oh well."
* I took a class called Mental Health. One of our assignments was to keep a daily journal for two weeks. In one of the entries, I quoted lyrics from my favorite song 'Bad' by U2. The professor actually corrected the lyrics. Jeez.
* "I drink, I get drunk, I fall down, no problem!"
* "Goink, Goink, Motherfucker!" Now, what the hell does that mean? The next night I must have killed the brain cell containing the definition of 'goinking'.
* The last time I went bowling was in 1989. Actually, I was home from college for the weekend. I showed up at the bowling alley and ordered a pitcher of beer and just watched everyone else bowl (I have a hard time getting past those damn shoes). After about 20 minutes of watching other people throw a damn heavy ball down some hardwoods, my girlfriend and I skipped out, went to my parents' house, nabbed a bottle of champagne, drank it on the way to her place, watched Lost Boys, and then had sex at 6 am. Hmm. I should bowl more.
* Today marks the 11th anniversary of the biggest quarters game ever at UVA. 55 people.
* Drunk Idea: A vibrator with a built-in Clapper! OK, I guess I was a little ahead of my time back then.....yeah, whatever.
* "Club sandwiches, not seals!"
* This pretty much sums up Life At College: "Then I drank. Heavily. Jeff pissed off the 3rd floor, broke a window (with a bottle) above basketball star John Crotty's apartment, and then we all played frisbee in the laundry room with the lint catchers."
Man, I got a good laugh out of some of that shit. Seems that I was drunk just about every other night. One day neat writing, the next day all over the damn page.
And suddenly, I'm craving a beer. Hmm.
