im bad ass
So, as some of you may not know, I'm a bad ass. I say this cause its true, and because i am camping out for good seats for the Wake-UNC game on Saturday, and out of 1300 people, i am number 46 in line. I enlightened people to my new status yesterday to mixed results:
s K i N s 3 1 0: cause we're bad ass
BowesJ23: right bryce, right
BowesJ23: 'bad ass'
Auto response from s K i N s 3 1 0: out with the crew, campin out for the 2nd night in a row, im bad ass,
cell it or leave one GO DEACS
TBellMonky: bad ass, that definitely describes you
Now, granted yesterday when i said this, i was joking around a bit (even though i was slashed w/ a knife in the afternoon, but thats a different story), but after what happened last night, there is no joking anymore. I am a through and through bad ass, and there's nothing that anyone can do about it.
So yesterday we needed to check in a couple times throughout the day. I was looking forward to the night, because wednesday night was fun, and last night there were going to be a whole lot more people there. We moved our tent from near the colosseum to over by another building, because there wasnt enough room for the entire crew to tent up around our first part, and it was on a hill. At 7 we went to IHOP for dinner, and then went back to the dorm for the last time before heading out for the night. At the Joel, we just hung out, played some football, and i did some of my work in the tent. Fortunately for us, Ben and I had kicked Alex out of our tent so we had a whole lot of room. During my work, Chris Paul and Justin Gray (um..for you, for lack of a better word, GIRLS who dont know who they are, they are the star guards on our team, both going to be drafted by the NBA after college) came over to my tent and popped inside for a bit. Very cool guys. So it was turning out to be a pretty cool night. Vinnie, Tyler, and Keo came back from Walmart where they proceeded to hook up their tent to the max. They had bought multiple extension cords, found an outside outlet, and through this they were able to have a light, their computers, ipods and speakers inside their tent. So as it began to get late, ben and I went over to their tent along with Claire and some other people and we had a party. They had a cooler with food and beer, so I got to eat and watch them become drunker by the minute.
As we were chilling in their tent, it began to rain. Now, there had been a 60% chance of rain that night, so we werent that worried, but it started to pick up pretty well. I ran back to our tent and turned around just in time to see ben fall flat on his face in the wet grass, tripping over one of the other tent's stakes. It started to rain pretty hard, but it was cool, cause we were dry and we were all yelling at each other across the field. With nothing else to do (jk), I called Maryanna and we talked for a bit. We, and by that I mean I, decided that if she ever became the queen of england she'd be assassinated within the week. For some reason, she wasnt too thrilled with this idea. As I'm talking to her, i realize, hey, Im getting wet. Sure enough, from the sides of the tent, who decides to appear but mr. raindrop and a couple hundred of his closest friends and relatives. As it isnt spreading too much, we decide just to ignore it and go to sleep, after sprinting to the check in at 1 in only my pants.
Ha, sleep, yeah right. I think i may have just began to doze off when all of a sudden God decides that water in the sky maybe isnt such a good idea anymore, and all of it falls on our tent. It hasnt rained much down here at all, but last night made up for it. Water begins to leak in more steadily in through the sides, and its so loud that when i see vince outside and ask him what he's doing it takes him 4 times to tell me to "look away fag, im taking a piss". The roof on our tent began to cave in kind of, and we had a pool big enough for a family of squirrels just sitting there, only seperated from us by a few millimeters of apparently-non-waterproof material. It rains so loud that it doesnt make any sense trying to sleep, so we stay up and play cards till about 3 or 4, until it calms down. No one else is asleep at this time, so we are treated to the other tent's drunken renditions of Coco Cabana and We're Not Gonna Take It. Finally, we fall asleep for a few hours, and by few i mean 2, and wake up to find that my jacket is soaked, as is part of my sleeping bag and the edges of my comforter and pillow. Therefore, checking out, where people are about to die from the cold wearing sweatshirts and parkas, I am stuck in a short sleeve shirt, no shoes or socks, and wet jeans. Fortunately, I didn't die too much coming back, and was able to change and go to my wonderful 8AM. After that, I seriously just stood under the shower, with the water as hot as it could go, for a good 45 minutes, deciding that Im not goin to my 10AM cause she doesnt check attendence, and im going to sleep right now.
Hopefully tonight will be just as fun as last night, and i swear, if we lose to UNC after all of this, im going to be very very very enraged.
s K i N s 3 1 0: cause we're bad ass
BowesJ23: right bryce, right
BowesJ23: 'bad ass'
Auto response from s K i N s 3 1 0: out with the crew, campin out for the 2nd night in a row, im bad ass,
cell it or leave one GO DEACS
TBellMonky: bad ass, that definitely describes you
Now, granted yesterday when i said this, i was joking around a bit (even though i was slashed w/ a knife in the afternoon, but thats a different story), but after what happened last night, there is no joking anymore. I am a through and through bad ass, and there's nothing that anyone can do about it.
So yesterday we needed to check in a couple times throughout the day. I was looking forward to the night, because wednesday night was fun, and last night there were going to be a whole lot more people there. We moved our tent from near the colosseum to over by another building, because there wasnt enough room for the entire crew to tent up around our first part, and it was on a hill. At 7 we went to IHOP for dinner, and then went back to the dorm for the last time before heading out for the night. At the Joel, we just hung out, played some football, and i did some of my work in the tent. Fortunately for us, Ben and I had kicked Alex out of our tent so we had a whole lot of room. During my work, Chris Paul and Justin Gray (um..for you, for lack of a better word, GIRLS who dont know who they are, they are the star guards on our team, both going to be drafted by the NBA after college) came over to my tent and popped inside for a bit. Very cool guys. So it was turning out to be a pretty cool night. Vinnie, Tyler, and Keo came back from Walmart where they proceeded to hook up their tent to the max. They had bought multiple extension cords, found an outside outlet, and through this they were able to have a light, their computers, ipods and speakers inside their tent. So as it began to get late, ben and I went over to their tent along with Claire and some other people and we had a party. They had a cooler with food and beer, so I got to eat and watch them become drunker by the minute.
As we were chilling in their tent, it began to rain. Now, there had been a 60% chance of rain that night, so we werent that worried, but it started to pick up pretty well. I ran back to our tent and turned around just in time to see ben fall flat on his face in the wet grass, tripping over one of the other tent's stakes. It started to rain pretty hard, but it was cool, cause we were dry and we were all yelling at each other across the field. With nothing else to do (jk), I called Maryanna and we talked for a bit. We, and by that I mean I, decided that if she ever became the queen of england she'd be assassinated within the week. For some reason, she wasnt too thrilled with this idea. As I'm talking to her, i realize, hey, Im getting wet. Sure enough, from the sides of the tent, who decides to appear but mr. raindrop and a couple hundred of his closest friends and relatives. As it isnt spreading too much, we decide just to ignore it and go to sleep, after sprinting to the check in at 1 in only my pants.
Ha, sleep, yeah right. I think i may have just began to doze off when all of a sudden God decides that water in the sky maybe isnt such a good idea anymore, and all of it falls on our tent. It hasnt rained much down here at all, but last night made up for it. Water begins to leak in more steadily in through the sides, and its so loud that when i see vince outside and ask him what he's doing it takes him 4 times to tell me to "look away fag, im taking a piss". The roof on our tent began to cave in kind of, and we had a pool big enough for a family of squirrels just sitting there, only seperated from us by a few millimeters of apparently-non-waterproof material. It rains so loud that it doesnt make any sense trying to sleep, so we stay up and play cards till about 3 or 4, until it calms down. No one else is asleep at this time, so we are treated to the other tent's drunken renditions of Coco Cabana and We're Not Gonna Take It. Finally, we fall asleep for a few hours, and by few i mean 2, and wake up to find that my jacket is soaked, as is part of my sleeping bag and the edges of my comforter and pillow. Therefore, checking out, where people are about to die from the cold wearing sweatshirts and parkas, I am stuck in a short sleeve shirt, no shoes or socks, and wet jeans. Fortunately, I didn't die too much coming back, and was able to change and go to my wonderful 8AM. After that, I seriously just stood under the shower, with the water as hot as it could go, for a good 45 minutes, deciding that Im not goin to my 10AM cause she doesnt check attendence, and im going to sleep right now.
Hopefully tonight will be just as fun as last night, and i swear, if we lose to UNC after all of this, im going to be very very very enraged.