Another Weekend at MSU
Rick to MSU girl: I know what you're thinking, but I'm not a white suppremacist.
MSU Girl: I don't know what that is.
Well I spent another weekend visiting MSU and having that weird mix of studying and drinking. It's not quite a vacation, it's not quite studying.
Caught a ride up with Barrington so I didn't have to drive. This was cool because I had a chance to finish this article for the school newspaper that was due the day before. I still prefer writing the roasting emails over articles, but it's good to do both.
I get at MSU at 2:30 and study at their law library till 7. I walk a mile carrying my bag full of books to the local Pizza Hut where Adam and everybody are at. My back hurt and I felt like a freak carrying this gigantic bag. At MSU it's more normal to walk around carryinga 6 pack over a bookbag. I then get the normal questions about being a law student, is it hard, etc. I'm used to the questions but don't mind them. It's a reminder that for a brief moment I can seem respectable to people, before they actually get to know me. I answered the questions I usually get about age of consent and criminal law. I stop and wonder what the same people will think when they see me later, dressed as a redneck, making out with the skanky girl who collects STD's.
Being a REDNECK Sucks.
It had its moments, i got attention. Overall I looked like a racist. See I put off drinking for the longest time at the apt before going out, but when I started to drink the SoCo (part of my redneck costume) and listen to the AC/DC, Def Leapord on Rhapsody that was fueling the pre-game party, I seemed to lose myself. I let Mike draw tattos on me with a permanent marker (which 24 hours later have yet to come off). I let Adam draw a confederate flag on my chest, along side the straps of my wife-beater. I had a confederate flag scull cap on too. I looked like something out of American History X. I'm amazed I didn't get my ass kicked.
Girls at the party ranged from those who grabbed my ass as I was walking up steps to those who violently shoved me for no reason (she must have thought I was a racist too). It was a good mix and I had fun.
After completing my portion of 100 proof SoCo, I began to cross over to the darkside. I came upon Adam arguing with the gymnist and I violently thru my Joe Dirt wig at him and screamed, "You Wear it!" I wondered aimlessly outside into the cold, wearing only a wife beater and skull cap (among various tatoos and markings on my skin).
After walking quite a long ways I stumbled onto a Pita Pit where they seemed more than unwilling to serve me. "What are you supposed to be, a member of the KKK?" I ordered one of the best pita's I've ever tasted and proceed to journey back to the party. I got a call that everyone dispersed, so I headed to the Adam's dorm.
While walking down one of th dark streets (again I'm amazed I live from day to day) I saw a girl ahead of me who was talking on a Cell phone. I approach. "Good think you're not driving, because you're swerving all over this sidewalk." She laughed and closed the phone. Apparently even while looking like David Duke I was able to show I was not a creep and she put down her cell phone that she was pertending to talk on. I chose not to hit on this girl because after a night at state, it's good to have some redeeming human interaction.
After 4 hours of sleep I woke up in a dorm that looked like a Fiona Apple video. As I tried to play hopscotch to cross the half-dozen bodies spralwed on the floor, I left at 6 to walk around Adam's dorm. I found a classroom with a piano and played loudly Ashley Simpson's Pieces of Me. At 7 I went to the law library and studied there till we left at noon.
All in all a good trip. MSU is never a let down, even when you're mistaken for a racist.
MSU Girl: I don't know what that is.
Well I spent another weekend visiting MSU and having that weird mix of studying and drinking. It's not quite a vacation, it's not quite studying.
Caught a ride up with Barrington so I didn't have to drive. This was cool because I had a chance to finish this article for the school newspaper that was due the day before. I still prefer writing the roasting emails over articles, but it's good to do both.
I get at MSU at 2:30 and study at their law library till 7. I walk a mile carrying my bag full of books to the local Pizza Hut where Adam and everybody are at. My back hurt and I felt like a freak carrying this gigantic bag. At MSU it's more normal to walk around carryinga 6 pack over a bookbag. I then get the normal questions about being a law student, is it hard, etc. I'm used to the questions but don't mind them. It's a reminder that for a brief moment I can seem respectable to people, before they actually get to know me. I answered the questions I usually get about age of consent and criminal law. I stop and wonder what the same people will think when they see me later, dressed as a redneck, making out with the skanky girl who collects STD's.
Being a REDNECK Sucks.
It had its moments, i got attention. Overall I looked like a racist. See I put off drinking for the longest time at the apt before going out, but when I started to drink the SoCo (part of my redneck costume) and listen to the AC/DC, Def Leapord on Rhapsody that was fueling the pre-game party, I seemed to lose myself. I let Mike draw tattos on me with a permanent marker (which 24 hours later have yet to come off). I let Adam draw a confederate flag on my chest, along side the straps of my wife-beater. I had a confederate flag scull cap on too. I looked like something out of American History X. I'm amazed I didn't get my ass kicked.
Girls at the party ranged from those who grabbed my ass as I was walking up steps to those who violently shoved me for no reason (she must have thought I was a racist too). It was a good mix and I had fun.
After completing my portion of 100 proof SoCo, I began to cross over to the darkside. I came upon Adam arguing with the gymnist and I violently thru my Joe Dirt wig at him and screamed, "You Wear it!" I wondered aimlessly outside into the cold, wearing only a wife beater and skull cap (among various tatoos and markings on my skin).
After walking quite a long ways I stumbled onto a Pita Pit where they seemed more than unwilling to serve me. "What are you supposed to be, a member of the KKK?" I ordered one of the best pita's I've ever tasted and proceed to journey back to the party. I got a call that everyone dispersed, so I headed to the Adam's dorm.
While walking down one of th dark streets (again I'm amazed I live from day to day) I saw a girl ahead of me who was talking on a Cell phone. I approach. "Good think you're not driving, because you're swerving all over this sidewalk." She laughed and closed the phone. Apparently even while looking like David Duke I was able to show I was not a creep and she put down her cell phone that she was pertending to talk on. I chose not to hit on this girl because after a night at state, it's good to have some redeeming human interaction.
After 4 hours of sleep I woke up in a dorm that looked like a Fiona Apple video. As I tried to play hopscotch to cross the half-dozen bodies spralwed on the floor, I left at 6 to walk around Adam's dorm. I found a classroom with a piano and played loudly Ashley Simpson's Pieces of Me. At 7 I went to the law library and studied there till we left at noon.
All in all a good trip. MSU is never a let down, even when you're mistaken for a racist.