Lesson Learned
Liquor before beer, have no fear
Beer before liquor, never been sicker
If you remember one single rhyme in your life, remember the one above. I was not paying attention tonight and realized far too late that it might be a bad idea to follow up my Rolling Rock with some mixed beverages. My stomach is reminding me of that important lesson by incessantly kicking me and rolling around inside. I haven't vomited yet, but that doesn't make the feeling any less unpleasant. As it stands, I'd much rather vomit and be done with this than stand another half hour of nausea.
JJ spent a week and a half painting the common room and the hallway. Tonight, in just less than five hours, there are enough scuff marks to make me want to cry for JJ. I stand by my earlier comment that there is definitely some respect lacking in this room. Certain people are apparently unwilling to be concerned for the well-being of their roommates' belongings and efforts. Thankfully, Dave overstocked on beer, so I believe a few nasty scuff marks can be overlooked.
Respect has taken on a new meaning for me in the past few weeks. My respect for my family has grown, especially for my father. My mom and dad do what they can, and I appreciate that. My respect for some of my friends has grown. I have a friend who recently found the courage to admit when he was wrong - he ended a bad relationship and kept himself from becoming officially bankrupt by going home to his family. He sees both as failing resolve or will. But they are neither. He did the right thing ... and I respect him for that.
Other people, however, have begun to lose my respect. People who don't treat their roommates as equals in the deal. A two bedroom apartment with the rent split three ways is not a dual party system - three people have votes. Other friends make promises that they can't keep ... and when they can't keep them, they don't even make excuses - they simply don't call.
When all is said and done, I can't wait for the school year to begin because I'm tired of doing nothing. I want to start getting my creative juices flowing again - I want to be around like-minded individuals. Other people with a sense of the creative. I want to be with my friends again. Thankfully, I've only got a week left. And with school comes ... A BED! :-)
Oh, and BTW, most of Dave's friends weren't dorks. They were really cool. Some even helped clean up after everyone else had left. Hell, most of them did more to help clean up than even DAVE did. Those people are welcome to come back whenever they want.
Beer before liquor, never been sicker
If you remember one single rhyme in your life, remember the one above. I was not paying attention tonight and realized far too late that it might be a bad idea to follow up my Rolling Rock with some mixed beverages. My stomach is reminding me of that important lesson by incessantly kicking me and rolling around inside. I haven't vomited yet, but that doesn't make the feeling any less unpleasant. As it stands, I'd much rather vomit and be done with this than stand another half hour of nausea.
JJ spent a week and a half painting the common room and the hallway. Tonight, in just less than five hours, there are enough scuff marks to make me want to cry for JJ. I stand by my earlier comment that there is definitely some respect lacking in this room. Certain people are apparently unwilling to be concerned for the well-being of their roommates' belongings and efforts. Thankfully, Dave overstocked on beer, so I believe a few nasty scuff marks can be overlooked.
Respect has taken on a new meaning for me in the past few weeks. My respect for my family has grown, especially for my father. My mom and dad do what they can, and I appreciate that. My respect for some of my friends has grown. I have a friend who recently found the courage to admit when he was wrong - he ended a bad relationship and kept himself from becoming officially bankrupt by going home to his family. He sees both as failing resolve or will. But they are neither. He did the right thing ... and I respect him for that.
Other people, however, have begun to lose my respect. People who don't treat their roommates as equals in the deal. A two bedroom apartment with the rent split three ways is not a dual party system - three people have votes. Other friends make promises that they can't keep ... and when they can't keep them, they don't even make excuses - they simply don't call.
When all is said and done, I can't wait for the school year to begin because I'm tired of doing nothing. I want to start getting my creative juices flowing again - I want to be around like-minded individuals. Other people with a sense of the creative. I want to be with my friends again. Thankfully, I've only got a week left. And with school comes ... A BED! :-)
Oh, and BTW, most of Dave's friends weren't dorks. They were really cool. Some even helped clean up after everyone else had left. Hell, most of them did more to help clean up than even DAVE did. Those people are welcome to come back whenever they want.
posted by Dave at 2:03:00 AM
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