Hi all,
I'm back from my college tours and done with most of my interviewing for the time being. For all those wondering, I think I did really well and felt confident I will get offered assistantships (jobs while in school) that will best support, develop and help me succeed in college. Jeez look at all those great higher ed buzz words, I must be on interview mode! No, I haven't decided anything yet and am not leaning one way or another.
So my good Brock story that I mentioned beforehand. Now I wasn't there, so that means I didn't actually see this occurrence. But that also means I can embellish and exaggerate as much as I want hehehehe. That said, knowing Brock I probably don't have to.
Everyone went out karaokeing at our neighborhood asian karaoke bar, which means you rent out a room and sing with your group, not a stage like the usually show in the movies. Naturally, alcohol was used for liquid courage, and Brock, who supposedly isn't drinking as much after Clark and I suggested he cut back, decided that since it was Friday he could let loose a little bit. Mind you, Brock is also kind of a lightweight, so it doesn't take much for him to let loose. In college, it would take one of those cooler drinks to get him tipsy. He's gotten better but hard alcohol still hits him hard. I don't know how much he drank, but lets just say he was chugging the bottle of bacardi.
I'm sure other people tried to sing, but Brock gets aggressive on the microphone. I'm sure there was a lot of Cher sung too. My ears started bleeding a bit and I was a few thousand miles away! But after several dominant performances from the future Mick Jagger, the room rental was over and everyone returned to Bridges' boyfriend, Barhop Settler apartment. Brock was starting to feel a little sick so he went to the bathroom. That's the last anyone heard from him. Mama G suddenly asked, Where's Brock? Everyone scoured the house looking for him, thinking maybe he was sick in corner, putting porn on someone's desktop, mass ordering random things like lampshades on Amazon or passed out on his favorite iPhone app. All wrong. Brock was gone.
Worried, they began calling him. No answer. They look outside, inside, under bushes, in trees even in the bathroom where he was last seen. They began calling over and over. Finally, he called Mama G back.
Mama G- Hello? Brock?!?! Where ARE you!
Brock- Mama G, I don't know where I am. I need you to come get me.
Mama G- Brock, what happened!??
Brock- I don't know. I felt sick and I didn't want anyone to have to drive me home so I started walking. Don't tell Kareem.
Mama G- Where are you though? What do you see?
Brock- I don't know. I think I'm at a gas station. I see the road and some cars but I don't know how I got here. Don't tell Kareem!
Mama G- OK tell me what you see. I won't tell Kareem but just tell me what you see and we'll come get you.
Brock describes his location and Barhop Settlers figures out where they are. Mama G, Bridges, Barhop Settler, Diet Lemonade, and Kareem jump in the car. Kareem jumps back out of the car because if he went Brock would not be able to fit in the car. And he would be sad.
Just as they are about to leave Brock sobered up enough to call back and say he was getting a cab and returning to our place. But now we all refer to him as the The Great Wandering Drunk Man. OK we don't but we probably should.
Oh Brock.
In other news, I met Naysayer P Smith's mother in his home region. While I won't tell you where he grew up, he likes to joke that his first language was hick. I try not to go in with assumptions, but I think I couldn't help but think that I'd meet a bunch of... country folk. Naysayer kept making it sound like I would. His family is actually very cool and kind. I really felt the hospitality. But I also understand Naysayer a lot more. The "hick" accent was there in full. And I was told I talk to quickly and that people from that town aren't stupid, but they think at a different pace and sometimes when you talk quickly, they just stop caring. I laughed when I heard that. His mom also mentioned that people from that area tend to start telling a story and then randomly stop in the middle of it and change their train of thought and then wander back to their original point and continue.
The funny part was it was true. At times I'd be listening to another interesting fact about the area and the person would stop, and no kidding I imagined a loading screen above their head as they refocused their thoughts. It was just a different pace of life there. But don't let you confuse them for stupid. People are the same everywhere. Smart dumb, sharp slow, strengths and weaknesses. Priorities and pace are just different in different places. Most importantly of all, I had to be careful of what I said or Naysayer's quick mom would make fun of me mercilessly. Fortunately, I'm around Naysayer all the time so I only once made the mistake, saying "I'm easy" in regarding where we should eat. Let's just say I didn't get off with a simple "That's what she said."
Well, that's all for tonight. I know I said I'd talk identity a bit but I'm in a room with a bunch of students a little distracted. Just can't delve too deeply in this situation. Hope all of you have a lovely week and I'll write again next week unless something really good happens this week :)
Listening to: SingTalk- College Humor Spoof of TickTock. You should watch it :)
Reading: Still working on Rediscovering Catholicism
Playing: Pokemon HeartGold- More entertainment opportunities on a plane than my other DS games.
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