Yesterday kinda sucked. At least, for me it did. It was Cinco de Mayo, a day for celebration, debauchery, and of course, tequila. I experienced none of the above.
It started off with a long work shift at Aeropostale, where I worked my ass off all day, only to find out that the paycheck I had been waiting for was only 58 dollars. Fucking lame. They hardly give me any shifts there, I'm not certain if I'll be coming back next semester, unless I'm sure they'll be giving me better hours.
Then, after an hour long bus ride back to campus (which is only ten minutes away), I met up with Steve and James and hung out with them for a little while. We all decided we would go to the big Beer and Biscuits party, which meant I needed money for the taxi and the cover charge. I really wanted to go out and have a good time, so I took some money off my credit card, which wasn't very smart considering I'm really starting to get over my head with the amount of money I've taken from it. Anyway, we rode all the way to the party, and I realize I had left my hat in the taxi, which sucked big time. That's the second hat I had lost this semester, the first at a gas station on the way back from a Rocky Horror Picture show. I put my sour attitude aside though, because the party was looking pretty good. We met up with Katie and her cousin, and went upstairs. There were live bands, fresh biscuits, and fried chicken. Unfortunately, there were so many people there that we literally had to wait a half hour+ for the new batch to come out. The result was a feeding frenzy of drunk college kids taking tearing away at the tin container of chicken. The act was frighteningly reminiscent of vultures feasting in the wild. To our dismay, the party ran out of beer moments after we got there. How Mr. Reed expected only 4 kegs to provide ample alcohol for an expected 300 party-goers I'll never understand.
When I was a wee lad, my father taught me to always be conscious of my surrounding environment. While on the line for more chicken, I overheard someone whisper to the party host that the cops were outside. I immediately left the line, found my friends, and got us the hell out of there. We were outside before the crowd of fleeing students, and managed to grab the first taxi we saw waiting. Moments later we heard over the intercom that the party was busted and there was a mob of kids waiting for taxis.
When we arrived back on campus, everyone was in a foul mood. The twins were whining, Steve and James were in an argument, and I was upset over my hat. Fortunately, the driver had given us his business card in case we needed a ride after the party. I called him and he found the hat in his car, and brought it back to campus for me! Granted, he had to come back to campus to pick up more kids anyway but still it was awesome that I managed to get my hat back.
Upset that everyone was in a bad mood and that I wasted eleven dollars, I started walking around campus. Sean was busy studying, so I headed over to late nite with the intention of watching whatever was left of the zombie film marathon. Steve called me before I got comfortable though, and managed to convince me to go out to the Hookah bar, in a last ditch effort to salvage the night. It was a pretty decent time. It was my first visit to Cafe Oasis, and I found it to be alarmingly relaxing. The African decor, comfy furniture, and mood lighting created a really cool environment. The whole situation just screamed "college". Unfortunately, when we left, I also left my book, in which I used my newly acquired paycheck as a bookmark. So now, all I can do is hope that when Cafe Oasis reopens on Tuesday night, some kind worker will have put my book and paycheck aside so that I can claim it upon my return.
Long story short: yesterday sucked.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Odd Man Out
So, tonight Latenite held an event called the Evolution of Hip-Hop, presented by LASU (Latin American Student Union). I decided to swing by, since everyone I know is either busy or passed out. The place was filled with members from the organization. At first I was psyched; I'd never seen so many Hispanic people in one place on campus before. I stood near the door, since all the chairs were full, and watched the performer. I looked around at all the people in the audience, and that's when it hit me.
I am nothing like them.
I have absolutely no connection to my ethnicity and heritage, outside of my birth name and the color of my skin. I am middle class Caucasian to the core. Everything from the way I act, to the way I talk, to the things I am interested in.
Now, this isn't a bad thing. I was raised in white suburbia, so it only makes sense, as we are all products of our environment. It just sucks, because I don't belong in white suburbia. Regardless of how much progression this world has made in terms of acceptance, I know that there are people who view me with contempt and at times disgust.
So if I don't fit in with people of my ethnicity because of where I was raised, and I don't fit in where I was raised because of my ethnicity, where does that leave me?
It leaves me in limbo. A realm of perpetual loneliness where I have no place to call home and no one that can ever really understand.
This hurts.
I am nothing like them.
I have absolutely no connection to my ethnicity and heritage, outside of my birth name and the color of my skin. I am middle class Caucasian to the core. Everything from the way I act, to the way I talk, to the things I am interested in.
Now, this isn't a bad thing. I was raised in white suburbia, so it only makes sense, as we are all products of our environment. It just sucks, because I don't belong in white suburbia. Regardless of how much progression this world has made in terms of acceptance, I know that there are people who view me with contempt and at times disgust.
So if I don't fit in with people of my ethnicity because of where I was raised, and I don't fit in where I was raised because of my ethnicity, where does that leave me?
It leaves me in limbo. A realm of perpetual loneliness where I have no place to call home and no one that can ever really understand.
This hurts.
Spring Fling
Hooray! This past Saturday was Spring Fling here in Binghamton! I'd been waiting all semester for this event, ever since I heard what bands had visited for previous Spring Fling events. Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, Motion City Soundtrack, Incubus, Straylight Run, just to name a few. Unfortunately, the band list wasn't quite as exciting since it consisted of a pretty old band, but still pretty awesome nonetheless: Head Automatica and Reel Big Fish!
The day started off with me meeting up with Steve early to get on all the rides. The event was to last from noon to five, and with knowledge of past events, Steve knew it would get crowded around 2pm. We were able to get on all the rides at least once, which was awesome! Especially the hammer-esque ride, which was a lot cooler then I expected it to be. I even met Steve's parents too. They were there just hanging out at the carnival. Random, but whatever.
We later met up with Katie, who apologized for the way the Treblemakers treated Steve and I the night before at their party. They were real dicks. They made it clear that we weren't wanted there, since it was a "Treblemakers only" party, which is complete bull because there were plenty of other people there, including Erica. Oh well, that's in the past and Katie had nothing to do with it. Sean showed up later too and together, we got on line for the hammer ride again! The line was so long, that Steve and I had time to go over to the fish game table, where they were giving away left over fish! I have a new pet now, his name is Reginald. I let Sean pick the name, since he agreed to be Reginald's godfather. ^_^
After the awesome hammer ride (which someone refused to get on because he's a wuss) I met up with Sean, who was on line for some fried oreo goodness. Unfortunately, since the carnival was closing, the line was horrendous. You couldn't even call it a line, it was a mob. No exaggeration, there were one hundred plus hungry college students clamoring for fried dough. I'm surprised the stand wasn't pushed over, it was that bad. One and a half hours later, I emerged triumphant with two orders of fried oreo in hand. I don't know if it was because of the wait and all the effort put into acquiring them, but those oreos were beyond delicious. It was the single best tasting thing I've had in my mouth all year.
Off to Katie's room for a tetris party and some rather pathetic pre-gaming, and then back to the Spring Fling grounds for the night concert. We found out upon our arrival that Head Automatica had to cancel and were replaced last minute with Sugarcult. Another old band, but still pretty cool, since I loved Sugarcult in high school. The concerts were awesome, but the crowd was filled with assholes who were pushing, moshing, surfing, and being completely inconsiderate of others. It was as if nobody had any sense of rock show etiquette. Oh well, it was still good times. I was covered in sweat and mud, Steve got scared and ran away twice, Katie held her own like a champ, and some guy lit up a blunt right in front of me. Pretty awesome time overall. Not to mention Katie caught Tim from Sugarcult's guitar pick, giving it to me, and I almost caught the drummer's stick! That would've made it all the more sweet, but it was still good times all around.
Afterwards, Sean met up with a clean Steve, Katie, James, and a muddy, sweaty me. We all went out to Tully's, an Applebee's style restaurant. The food was pretty good and we all had fun being in each other's company. Afterwards we all went back to Digman, sans Sean, and met up with Hayley, Jeri and Max. We decided to play dirty word scrabble, which was tons of fun except for James being a dick to Hayley. Their bickering really killed the mood a bunch of times. Regardless, it was still fun and we made some pretty sweet words: Vulvae, finger, STI, etc.
All in all, it was an awesome day. Good times and good memories with good people. I'm practically counting the days until next year's fling. Until then, it's back to the real world. Finals week, here I come.
The day started off with me meeting up with Steve early to get on all the rides. The event was to last from noon to five, and with knowledge of past events, Steve knew it would get crowded around 2pm. We were able to get on all the rides at least once, which was awesome! Especially the hammer-esque ride, which was a lot cooler then I expected it to be. I even met Steve's parents too. They were there just hanging out at the carnival. Random, but whatever.
We later met up with Katie, who apologized for the way the Treblemakers treated Steve and I the night before at their party. They were real dicks. They made it clear that we weren't wanted there, since it was a "Treblemakers only" party, which is complete bull because there were plenty of other people there, including Erica. Oh well, that's in the past and Katie had nothing to do with it. Sean showed up later too and together, we got on line for the hammer ride again! The line was so long, that Steve and I had time to go over to the fish game table, where they were giving away left over fish! I have a new pet now, his name is Reginald. I let Sean pick the name, since he agreed to be Reginald's godfather. ^_^
After the awesome hammer ride (which someone refused to get on because he's a wuss) I met up with Sean, who was on line for some fried oreo goodness. Unfortunately, since the carnival was closing, the line was horrendous. You couldn't even call it a line, it was a mob. No exaggeration, there were one hundred plus hungry college students clamoring for fried dough. I'm surprised the stand wasn't pushed over, it was that bad. One and a half hours later, I emerged triumphant with two orders of fried oreo in hand. I don't know if it was because of the wait and all the effort put into acquiring them, but those oreos were beyond delicious. It was the single best tasting thing I've had in my mouth all year.
Off to Katie's room for a tetris party and some rather pathetic pre-gaming, and then back to the Spring Fling grounds for the night concert. We found out upon our arrival that Head Automatica had to cancel and were replaced last minute with Sugarcult. Another old band, but still pretty cool, since I loved Sugarcult in high school. The concerts were awesome, but the crowd was filled with assholes who were pushing, moshing, surfing, and being completely inconsiderate of others. It was as if nobody had any sense of rock show etiquette. Oh well, it was still good times. I was covered in sweat and mud, Steve got scared and ran away twice, Katie held her own like a champ, and some guy lit up a blunt right in front of me. Pretty awesome time overall. Not to mention Katie caught Tim from Sugarcult's guitar pick, giving it to me, and I almost caught the drummer's stick! That would've made it all the more sweet, but it was still good times all around.
Afterwards, Sean met up with a clean Steve, Katie, James, and a muddy, sweaty me. We all went out to Tully's, an Applebee's style restaurant. The food was pretty good and we all had fun being in each other's company. Afterwards we all went back to Digman, sans Sean, and met up with Hayley, Jeri and Max. We decided to play dirty word scrabble, which was tons of fun except for James being a dick to Hayley. Their bickering really killed the mood a bunch of times. Regardless, it was still fun and we made some pretty sweet words: Vulvae, finger, STI, etc.
All in all, it was an awesome day. Good times and good memories with good people. I'm practically counting the days until next year's fling. Until then, it's back to the real world. Finals week, here I come.
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