Because you've always wanted to read about orange ice...
As each and every one of you in cyberspace (or the ten marist alumni and current students who choose to read this schlock) know, I like to complain. Now, in this instance, I believe that I may actually have a point.
Before embarking back home for winter break, I left Clemson a day before John (roommate, for those of you in the dark). John had decided that we should keep peeps in the freezer because cold peeps = delicious (actually in my opinion they tasted horrible, but I digress). Well, when we returned to Clemson in January, the peeps (which John had left in the freezer, which cements the reputation of Clemson students as geniuses)had somehow had a molecular breakdown, and the freezer was now packed with solid orange ice. Yes, I realize that Clemson's colors are ORANGE and purple, so save the joke. I told John that we should probably spend the first weekend defrosting it and making it somewhat manageable, but basically he did the typical John reaction...which is (still) nothing. Now fast forward to today, February 17th (also known as Presidents' Day Eve Eve). John is snowboardin' in NC, so I have the room to myself. So, today I decided to defrost the freezer, which is becoming its own organism. I thought it would take me about 30 minutes because after all, I had a dining hall knife! Well, I don't know if it was the months of athletic inactivity on my already pathetic frame or the strength of the bionic peep ice, but this event turned into an Odyssey. It took me a couple of hours because I broke the first knife in about ten minutes, and then I had to spend five minutes in the dining hall, because you can't just have your card swiped, grab a knife and walk out. No...No my friends, you have to be coy. Anyways, I returned with two knives to conquer the beast of orange ice. Thankfully, I had golf on tv so that made my experience a notch above hades. Eventually, I managed to get rid of the ice that had engulfed the freezer. I am especially glad that dorm rooms are so small that only microfridges are allowed, because if it were a regular size fridge...
Really Bad Segway
I am beginning to realize that Clemson athletics are often and dramatically over-rated (that's right Colin). The Clemson baseball team is ranked #1 in the country, and after two games, they already have one loss. And the icing on the cake is that they lost to George Mason, who is not even that good. And we lost 5-1. That's not a good loss. Anyways, I went to the Clemson baseball game yesterday with one of my band friends here at Clemson. One again, prior to this story, I must interject that Clemson Students = geniuses. On the way to the game, he is emphatic that George Mason is an all black school and has a enrollment of under ten thousand. I tell him that I thought it had about 30,000 students and was not all black. He goes on to say that since their basketball team was all black, their students were all black. Now, I don't know if this kid has never seen a Clemson basketball game, because all of our players are black but our school is mostly white. When we get to the game, the George Mason baseball team is all white. I felt like singing Connor's song "I am right and you are wrong, don't tell me that I am wrong...".
Going back to ATL last weekend was fun because I got to drive my car, restock my food supply, eat satisfactory food for a change, and not have to wear sandals in the bathroom. Unfortunately, nobody wanted to do anything (not including Frances, she was at a crew tournament...actually I'm not sure if she even still reads this) so I just chilled, which I have become a master at doing since coming to Clemson.
Take it easy everybody.
Before embarking back home for winter break, I left Clemson a day before John (roommate, for those of you in the dark). John had decided that we should keep peeps in the freezer because cold peeps = delicious (actually in my opinion they tasted horrible, but I digress). Well, when we returned to Clemson in January, the peeps (which John had left in the freezer, which cements the reputation of Clemson students as geniuses)had somehow had a molecular breakdown, and the freezer was now packed with solid orange ice. Yes, I realize that Clemson's colors are ORANGE and purple, so save the joke. I told John that we should probably spend the first weekend defrosting it and making it somewhat manageable, but basically he did the typical John reaction...which is (still) nothing. Now fast forward to today, February 17th (also known as Presidents' Day Eve Eve). John is snowboardin' in NC, so I have the room to myself. So, today I decided to defrost the freezer, which is becoming its own organism. I thought it would take me about 30 minutes because after all, I had a dining hall knife! Well, I don't know if it was the months of athletic inactivity on my already pathetic frame or the strength of the bionic peep ice, but this event turned into an Odyssey. It took me a couple of hours because I broke the first knife in about ten minutes, and then I had to spend five minutes in the dining hall, because you can't just have your card swiped, grab a knife and walk out. No...No my friends, you have to be coy. Anyways, I returned with two knives to conquer the beast of orange ice. Thankfully, I had golf on tv so that made my experience a notch above hades. Eventually, I managed to get rid of the ice that had engulfed the freezer. I am especially glad that dorm rooms are so small that only microfridges are allowed, because if it were a regular size fridge...
Really Bad Segway
I am beginning to realize that Clemson athletics are often and dramatically over-rated (that's right Colin). The Clemson baseball team is ranked #1 in the country, and after two games, they already have one loss. And the icing on the cake is that they lost to George Mason, who is not even that good. And we lost 5-1. That's not a good loss. Anyways, I went to the Clemson baseball game yesterday with one of my band friends here at Clemson. One again, prior to this story, I must interject that Clemson Students = geniuses. On the way to the game, he is emphatic that George Mason is an all black school and has a enrollment of under ten thousand. I tell him that I thought it had about 30,000 students and was not all black. He goes on to say that since their basketball team was all black, their students were all black. Now, I don't know if this kid has never seen a Clemson basketball game, because all of our players are black but our school is mostly white. When we get to the game, the George Mason baseball team is all white. I felt like singing Connor's song "I am right and you are wrong, don't tell me that I am wrong...".
Going back to ATL last weekend was fun because I got to drive my car, restock my food supply, eat satisfactory food for a change, and not have to wear sandals in the bathroom. Unfortunately, nobody wanted to do anything (not including Frances, she was at a crew tournament...actually I'm not sure if she even still reads this) so I just chilled, which I have become a master at doing since coming to Clemson.
Take it easy everybody.