THE NEGATIVE REACTION

WHATS THIS THING FOR ANYWAYS??

When I started my blog, it was basically as an outlet to get out all my deep thoughts and insights that seemed to allude me. You know how you always say shit to yourself like, "That is some deeeeeeeeeeeep shit man!" and you always want somehwere to put all this stuff down so you can reference later - right? I also always thought this would be a great place to expound on my life experiences. My college life (from what I remember) was about as textbook as you could get - right up to the last few years. Those last years have been somewhat "removed" from my memory. I know in January of 1997, I finally moved back to Minneapolis permanently. The two years prior to that are very, very, hazy. I honestly could not tell you one thing that happened during those two years that was good for me. It was depressing, horrific, confusing, and most of all, disasterous. Pretty heavy words, but all true.

ANYWAYS, lest I digress into that abyss. My point being, I would write about my good, funny, indifferent experiences in academia and my life during those times. So I could share them somewhere down the road with my children. I honestly remembered so many funny ass stories, I even had several I wanted to tell right off the bat. But as time drags on, and things take precedent in your life, they get shelved. Since the beginning of this blog (August 11th, 2003) that was my intent. To share some of my life lessons and some of the more crazy college stories I amassed.

So then I ran into this guy - or rather his blog. Dave Lawrence is his name, and this is his blog. Of course, you might want to read the first 16 entries, which are pretty amazing to say the least. The first 17 are here. It's definitely worth a read. This guy reminded me of myself at that age. Although I wasn't a bartender, I lived a well documented alcohol ladden life for a few years.

So what's the point? Well, here's one of those stories. . . .

First of all - I must preface all stories by laying the groundwork for your expectations. I attended North Dakota State University in Fargo, N.D. For all you geographically challenged - here's a map:


Fargo is the big red star BTW.

So on with the story. . .

One of the best stories during my freshman year happened after a long night of party hopping, women chasing and general mayheim. One of my best friends lived in another dorm. Since he had a corner room, we usually partied in his room since it was quieter and he really didn't have any neighbors. Yes, if you're wondering, NDSU has a dry campus policy. Anybody caught with beer in their room was "written up" for such infractions. If you amassed enough of these, you were kicked out. Something I found out the hard way (another story - sophmore year). Anyways, So it's me Babbs, and Remey. The night is long (we started drinking after dinner around 6pm) and it's around 2am. Babbs roommate, Casey, is pretty hammered and passes out, as usual, on his bed. He crashed around 1am. Since we were all still drinking, we were plotting some horrible practical joke to play on him. As fate would have it, the poor bastard snored SO FUCKING loud we could barely talk before he intterupted us with his log sawing imitation. After about 30 minutes of rolling him around on his bed and the such to try and shut him up, we come up with a brillant plan.
So we cover him up in his blankets, and start taking his belongings (clock radio, posters, end table, etc, etc.) down to the showers. This dorm had community showers, so it was a huge open tiled room with 10 shower heads lined up around the horn. So we take all this stuff and "mock up" his area of the room. The last thing is we took him, still alseep in his bed, snoring like a muthafalker down to the bathroom showers. To top it off, we took a super long extension cord so we could plug in his alarm clock. We set the alarm for around 6am.
We tried, man did we try to stay awake so we could be there to see his reaction. Unfortunately, we all feel asleep until we heard him banging on the door and shouting "Pretty funny motherfuckers!! Let me in and go get my shit!!" We were all laughing so hard, we were all crying. Babbs didn't want to open the door. But he started getting violent(threatening us, kicking the shit outa the door), so we relented and let him in. The look on his face was precious, and I wish I would've had a camera to catch it.
The funniest bit out of all is I guess some sorry sod came in and took a shower while he was sleeping. It was until after the guy turned the shower off did Casey finally wake up. He said it took him a few minutes to get his bearings. He thought he was dreaming he was in the showers, then when he fell outa bed and hit the tile floor, he knew he had been duped.
This set off a huge prank war that had many highlights. One of the better ones was when Casey (Babbs roommate) "accidently" pissed in his shoes the very next weekend while in a drunken stupor. After some prying, he told me he really wasn't all that drunk and did it on purpose. Too funny.

Anyways. . .that's all I got for right now.


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