Brotherly Love......Triangle

So I could't think of anything for my blog, so I decided to just copy and paste my side of the story from my Researched Memoir project. It's kind of lengthy, but worth reading, so here it is:

It was the summer before my senior year and I had just returned from Germany. I had met this girl, Skankasaurus Rex, at my cousin’s birthday party. She was cute, but we didn’t really talk much. Later that week, I found out that my brother made out with her at a party. It didn’t really phase me much because I barely knew her, and he didn’t really talk to her much after that. Me and this girl worked at the same pool together that summer so we got to get to know each other pretty well and eventually started to hit it off, or so I thought. I talked to my brother about it, and he said that he honestly didn’t care whether I went for her or not, so I did. Eventually, I took her out on a few dates, the movies, some breakfasts at Waffle House, and I thought that I was doing work. All was going pretty well so far.Now this summer happen to be the same summer that my Dad coached an all-star team to the Little League World Series, so me and my brother had the house to ourselves a lot. One night, while me and Skankasaurus Rex were at work, my brother texted me and said that he had two handles and five cases for tonight. So I talked to Skankasaurus Rex and she agreed to come to the party with me. I thought that that night was going to be a very successful night if you catch my drift. So I get home, change and get ready for the party and start drinking. I’m not going lie, I got hammered, and acted like a complete idiot, hence accidentally spitting on my brothers friend who should have beat my ass for it. Skankasaurus Rex also was pretty drunk, or so I thought. I thought that we were hitting it off pretty well and it was possibly going to lead somewhere. She was also texting someone the entire time who she told me was her Courtney, who I met, so I drunkenly believed her. My brother and my friend Paul also got pretty drunk as well. Eventually my brother, his friend Kelly, Skankasaurus Rex and I went upstairs to drunkenly look at our sister’s hamster. While up there, I decided to go and get some bread for my drunk ass from downstairs. So I ran downstairs, got some bread, and went to go back upstairs to meet Skankasaurus Rex. On the way back I passed Kelly walking awkwardly back down the stairs, but didn’t think anything of it. As I proceeded up the stairs, I heard something strange, and as I jumped to the top of the stairs I look to my left just in time to see my brother and Skankasaurus Rex split apart from a make out session. My brother said something to me but I was so confused and angry and sad at the same time that I immediately disregarded it. Skankasaurus Rex ran downstairs and I proceeded into my parents room. I’m not going to lie, I was crushed. Our friend Paul came upstairs to try and comfort me and I spilled my guts and anger to him while drunkenly crying. Paul went downstairs for a minute and yelled at my brother because apparently he was laughing about it down there. When He came back up, I continued to spill my guts and then slapped, not punched, but slapped a hole in my parents wall.Now for some reason, and God only knows why, I was not mad at Skankasaurus Rex. In fact, I even texted her telling her I wasn’t mad. The next day, I didn’t say a word to my brother. I went to work and Skankasaurus Rex was there too. Eventually we started to talk about it and cleared things up. She said that she was sorry and the honestly “didn’t know” that I was into her. Again, for some God forsaken reason, I believed her still. Sometime after that, Paul came over and Will and I decided to drink and fix the hole in our parents’ wall. Things were uneasy between us because I had not forgiven him, and I wasn’t planning on it. About a month passed, tensions decreased, and it was my birthday, and there was a party at Rob’s house. I got pleasantly tipsy and eventually me and Paul started talking about the whole story. He asked me “Charlie, are you still really only mad at Will and not Skankasaurus Rex?” I replied yes and he sighed and brought me out back to have yet another heart to heart. He then told me that at the party, Skankasaurus Rex was switching drinks with people so that she wasn’t drunk. He then also asked me who she told me she was texting at the party. I said that it was her friend Courtney and he told me she was lying. Paul proceeded to tell me that Skankasaurus Rex was actually texting my brother telling him how she wasn’t into me like I was her and that she wanted to hook up with him that night instead. I was so angry yet relieved at that moment that I didn’t know what to think. All I knew was that that girl was an evil conniving Skankasaurus Rex and a half. About two days later, my brother came into my room and gave me an honest apology, and I told him what Paul told me, and accepted it.

Honestly it really sucked, but if you know me and my brother well, it's a pretty of a funny story.

This Weekend Yet Again

So these blog posts make me realize how dull my life is because all I've mainly been talking about are my weekends here, where I mainly just get drunk. We'll it's not going to change for this week, however I will start out with what we talked about in English today.
We talked about our earliest memories today, and I'm just going to name a few of mine. The very earliest I have is that I'm sitting in my preschool class and my teacher, Mrs. Adams, came up to me and asked me "Charlie, are you gonna be good for me today?" To which I replied with all honesty "Yes Mrs. Adams." Now in case you don't know, I was a little ADHD bastard back then (and a little today too) so if you pissed me off I could make your day a living hell. That day I was so sure that I was going to be good for Mrs. Adams, but apparently I was wrong. That day I ended up being the worst I had ever been In a classroom at one time, and Mrs. Adams told me at the end of class that she was "Very disappointed in me." Although I barely knew what that meant, it still crushed me.
My second earliest memory was also in preschool. It was Halloween and I had the most badass Zorro costume known to man. Now every Halloween we would go on a walk, and Mrs. Adams' husband would dress up as a pirate and take all of the candy, and we had to do something, I don't quite remember, to get it back. But I do remember that we weren't supposed to look over at him while he was hiding the candy, but me and my friend Jeff, who is still my best friend up till today, would always look over. But every time Mrs. Adams would catch us and we would get in trouble. I swear that woman had a sixth sense for when I was misbehaving.
Then there's the story I told in class where I would purposefully break shit, then try to frame my older brother and fail miserably. Damn I was a bastard.
Well what do you know, I did a whole blog about something other than the weekend, looks like I was wrong. But just to let you know anyways, I got drunk again this weekend, thought I'd mix it up a little bit.

Yet Another Weekend

So I'm gonna go ahead and blog about the weekend again because this one was awesome. But first I'm going to put down that myth thing we had to make up last week: Deep in the pits of hell a being was crafted. They made it by putting together skills of talking quickly without you understanding a word the beast says, a voice that sounds like a wombat and platypus mating while a horny chipmunk videotapes it, an overrated smug sense of self satisfaction that could possibly put nickleback to shame, lots and lots of drugs, and an arrest warrant. And they called this beast lil wayne.
I thought it was clever, and I really do not like Lil' Wayne. But anyways, about this weekend. It started off with Relay for Life, which I stayed up for the entire time. That was so much fun and one of the greatest experiences of my life and I'm definitely going to do it again. After that was over, I slept. I slept from 6:45 a.m. to 3:15 p.m.. I was so confused when I woke up because of that, I kept on thinking it was only like 11 a.m., but it wasn't. I went and got McDonalds with my friend, and then got ready to go out. Unfortunately I couldn't drink that much because My body was so freakin confused from relay that my stomach was acting up. We went to this party which was pretty legit, lots of people including Ryan Williams, sick. About 30 minutes after we got there the cops came and busted the party, so we dipset out the back to the neighbors house. We chilled there for a while and watched all the really drunk people run and trip over each other. It was funny. Eventually we got kicked out of the place we were at, so we went back to the house next to the people who got busted and just chilled there. There were only a few people left so we just hung out. I ended up staying the night at my friends house because my roommates girlfriend came and I was sexiled. Other than that, I just slept the rest of the weekend, but it was still an awesome weekend.

This Weekend

Nothing really happened in the news this week nor did I hear of anything crazy that happened, so I'm just going to talk about my weekend and the upcoming week/weekend. To start off the weekend I think (I honestly don't remember) I went out Thursday night, didn't drink, but came back only to find that my roommate and a guy down our hall that we are living with next year are in a huge fight. They actually ended up throwing fists and me and my friend had to break it up. They eventually talked it out and now they're good. Friday, I did go out and drink, however. I went to this party with my friend, which consisted mainly of his fraternity, which was pretty fun. I found out that if I pledged, I would automatically get a bid because my Dad was in the same fraternity at his school. I'm what they call a legacy, which is a pretty sweet ass title if you ask me. The next day I woke up and went to my friends apartment to grill out and drink, but only a little I promise. That was pretty fun. I got back to my dorm and just played tipsy video games all night, living the dream. Sunday however, I punished myself for not doing anything productive all weekend by getting up and going to church at 8:00. I also had a soda for the first time since I gave it up for lent, not that appealing anymore but I at least have a chaser now (probably not good if that's the first thing I turn to.) The first part of this week is going to be a pain in my ass, because I have a lot of work to do along with a big test on Tuesday and Wednesday. But after that is Friday, which is going to be awesome. Relay for Life and the protest are going to be that day and I am doing both. I can not wait for Friday. Also, in all seriousness, is it in bad taste if I drink before a cancer fundraiser as long as I plan to stay out for all 24 hours of it?

Life Guarding

I've noticed that my past few blogs I've been soft of complaining about something. I've also noticed that it's a lot easier to write 350 words when you are complaining about something. For this blog I'm not really going to complain, but I'm going to write about my job as a lifeguard at a country club pool. To start off, life guarding is a job, although many will disagree, just for very lazy people. it consist of siting for extended periods of time while yelling at kids and taking crap from parents (sometimes.) It has made me realize how evil children can be, although when I was a kid, I was the little bastard that wouldn't stop running around the damn pool despite being told not to constantly. Although when we actually do have to do our job, which would be saving someones life, it kicks the shit out of any non-internship summer job because we just saved a persons life. But that rarely happens, I've only had to pull a few kids out who's parents were too stupid to realize that a two year old can't quite swim. That really only happens at the indoor pool at the YMCA. The parents at the country club are a little smarter than that. The worst days, however, are when I go out the night before, and the next day at work ends up being a special day where every kid that belongs to the club are there. I would have a headache out the waazoo, and there would be kids everywhere screaming and having too much fun for my liking. But I still like the job. I like being outside all the time and I work with a lot of fun people. The pay is alright, it's enough to get me by and I'm not a very big spender so it normally lasts me. My favorite days are when I have to pull a double shift, which means I'm there all day, and it begins to rain very early so no one shows up and me and the people working just chill in the guard shack and basically get hours for free. Sometimes the rain will stop long enough for people to start coming so we can't close up early, but then it starts to rain again so they leave and we have to stay until closing. So I basically get paid for a full day of absolutely nothing. It's a pretty legit job when you aren't really doing anything else.

St. Patrick's Day (and following weekend)

This blog is just going to be about my St. Patrick's Day and the weekend following it, nothing special really, just couldn't think of anything else because nothing really happened this week.
First, St. Patrick's Day was kind of a bust for me. I didn't know what to expect of it since we're at college and everything, but I unfortunately set my hopes too high. I did end up drinking, go figure, but I was expecting some huge party, but there wasn't any. I can understand why though, because it was the middle of the week, and a lot of my friends had tests Thursday and Friday. But I still had a good time though, me and a few of my hall mates just ended up drinking Guinness and playing video games until like 3 a.m. Niceeeeeeee. The next day was supposed to be the next "attack." I wasn't too worried though, there were a shit ton of police and the fucker probably would have gotten his shit wrecked. I don't understand why anyone wishes that kind of stuff on us, whether it be a joke or not, it's still bothers me that some Italian dickhead is messing with us like that. But anyways, Friday came around and I was supposed to go home after English, which was canceled so I could leave early that day. I had to go home for a job interview, for a job that I've had for the past four years. The worst part is that it's just for a life guarding job, so it's not even like actual work, unless I actually have to save someone which is when it gets pretty intense. During the interview, I found out that I didn't have to come home for it, they could have just done it over the phone, which was just freaking fantastic. I ended up baby siting for 7 hours the rest of that day, and apparently I missed a really fun weekend here too. The next day though I left at 12:00 p.m. and made it here by 2:58. The drive is normally supposed to be a 4 hour drive, but lets just say the roads were open, there were no cops, and I'm a champ. And I'm spent.

Spring Break

I don't know about you guys, but my spring break was not that good at all. To start off, we got out way too early. All of my other friends got off this week, so last week I just sat around with my friends that go here that I see almost everyday. Since most of my friends go to Maryland schools, and most Maryland schools got out this week, it was really boring. The first couple of days were alright, just because I had a rough week going into Spring break and I needed it. It was nice not to have to do any work. I just sat around and, you guessed it, drank with my best friend. After that I started to get boring. I ended up staying home all day and just lay around. One of the days I went out with my mom and she bought me a whole bunch of stuff, and that was nice. It was nice seeing all of my family again too, but that's only so fun. My two best friends that go to Maryland got home that Friday, but I couldn't hang out with them because They were either too tired or they're parents wanted to take them somewhere, which is alright. I got to hang out with them all Saturday, but that was it, we kinda just drove around, although we went to Chipotle which is always great. We really need one of those down here, Moe's is bush league compared to Chipotle. We also watched Zombieland that night. That's a movie that's always great every time you see it, it makes you really want to go kill zombies. After that I just went home and left the next day. I got to bring my car down which was nice, and I get to keep it for the rest of the year. I have to go back home next week though because I have a job interview at a place where I've been working for the past four years. They got a new manager so he wanted to see his options which is ok. Anyways, spring break kinda sucked, although the no school was nice.

Why I Can't Wait for Spring Break

Spring Break cannot come soon enough for me. I have had the worst weekend and will have an even worse week coming up. To start off this shit hole, we lost to Maryland. The game was awesome, and we came so close to winning twice, but came up short. My friends from Maryland were going to come down for the game too, but had to back out at the last minute, which really sucked. What also sucks is the party I was going to go to got canceled because the people throwing it were too depressed about the game. How bad is that. The next bad thing that happened this weekend was the U.S. losing to Canada in Hockey. I'm not gonna lie, the game was great and both teams deserved to win, but the fact that Sydney Crosby had the game winning goal was the worst of it. That man eats babies for breakfast lunch and dinner (I hate everything there is to do with Pittsburgh Players and teams)leave it too a Pittsburgh player to screw over the U.S., I'm sure glad we pay him millions of dollars to play. After that I had to do work from the game until this blog, and then I need to study for the upcoming week. Although, today was pretty productive. I got the two papers done that actually weren't half-assed, all my chemistry homework, and this blog done not at the last minute. But this week is going to suck. I have a project due Friday for my online class, which shouldn't be bad, but because of the rest of the week, it's a pain in the ass. On Wednesday, I have a pig practical for biolab which is going to be god awful. I need to know everything inside of a fetal pig including the organs, arteries and veins. Then, on Thursday, I have Two tests back to back for Chem and Bio, my two hardest classes. It's going to be rough. All I know is that when this week is over and I'm back home, I'm getting hammered with my older brother and best friend. Is it bad that the first thing I turn to is Alcohol? Ah screw it, I don't care. Well that's enough bitching for me, hope everyone else has a good last week.

Creative Writing Story

A man and a woman are lost on a country road. They were trying to go to Frankfort, Kentucky when they stopped in a Starbucks to get directions. They asked the Starbucks employee there, who had an eye patch and looked like his entire face was burned, for directions. He spattered something crazy, pointed down the country road they were currently on and gave them their coffee with a maniacal look. As the couple traveled down the road, they stopped at an old road map to try and find their directions. The map had only one road: the road they were on, and a big TURN AROUND written over the town that seemed to be at the end of the road. On the ground, they found an old camera full of undeveloped film and decided to take it to get the film developed to try and find the owner. They decided to continue down the road to the town on the map to ask for more directions. It took about another hour to finally reach the town, which looked deserted. They found the nearest gas station, honked their horn, and someone came out. It was what looked like the same guy from the Starbucks that gave them to poor directions, only this one could speak. He kindly filled them up. They asked for directions, and he said that it was getting late and that they should stay at the inn for the night and get their bearings in the morning. They agreed, and he pointed them in the direction of the inn. On the way to the inn, they decided to stop in by the photoshop and get the film developed. They got it developed and decided to look at it later. They arrived at the inn to check in and, sure enough, what seemed to be the same guy was there to check them in. Though weird, they still checked in and got settled as a storm began to brew. They sat in bed together and decided to look at the photos, and as they did, a look of horror ran across their faces. All the pictures were of the man they’ve been seeing all day, only in each picture with him was a dead person, brutally mangled. Just as they got through the last picture, a bolt of lightning flashed and they saw out their window the man, watching them and wearing his Starbucks uniform. Moral of the story: Starbucks is evil. That was quite possibly the dumbest story I have ever written but hey it works. I had to work with the setting as a man and woman lost on a country road, the character as a Starbucks employee, and detail as an old camera full of undeveloped film.

Deutschland

As you may remember from last time, I talked about how I went to Germany during the best summer ever. Well I'm going to talk about that specific trip in this weeks blog. First, The German's Came here for a month. My German's name was Thilo, he was 6'5", and spoke English perfectly. Their time here was fun, but the time in Germany was even better. When I first arrived, I unpacked and we rode bikes (which is what we did all the time to travel) to their nearby lake, and I accidentally fell asleep in the grass because of jet lag. the next day we went to class, which was interesting because their time intervals were very similar to ours, only they were allowed to eat in class. This went on for a few days until the Friday, when the first game Germany played in the Euro Cup was on. Nearly the entire town met in this giant pavilion to watch the game. I'm not gonna lie, we got hammered. They ended up losing but we still partied later at some other guys house, where I ended up getting sick from drinking too much. That didn't happen again.
After that, we stayed in town for a while longer and then left for a two week side trip. We would go to a small town, stay there for a couple days, but would go to larger cities during the day and return at night. Within the first week, I visited Munich, Berlin, and Buchenwald concentration camp. It wasn't a death camp, and we bombed the crap out of it so there wasn't much left, but the incinerator, the "science" building and the place were they would torture people were still intact. That place was very eerie and made you think. After that, we continued through out the country, visiting towns and castles during the day and getting drunk at night until we returned to our Germans for the final week.
From there we just did whatever we wanted, like my "parents" took me a few other places and took me to a sweet firework show. At night, again, we would go out and drink and watch the soccer games, which they watch more religiously then we do football, and just have an all around good time.
I learned a lot during this trip and it was one of the best times of my life. I hope to do it again or perhaps have my kids do it when they're old enough.

Best Summer So Far

For this blog I'm going to talk about the best Summer I ever had: The Summer before my Senior Year. It started off with a exchange program trip to Germany, where I lived with my German exchange student for two and a half weeks, and then explored the rest of Germany for a two weeks. It was really fun there, especially getting to learn about their culture and cities. Also the drinking age was 16 then, which was very convenient.
After that, I returned home just leave for a another camp thing I had to do for my school. Because I was lazy my senior year, I decided to take yearbook as a class. Unfortunately, I had to go to a year book camp at Gettysburg College with my friend and Co-editor Matt for a week. The days were boring, but at night we were allowed free time and it was an 8-2 girl to guy ratio, also very convenient. That actually turned out to be really fun.
Next was the best Fourth of July ever at my friends house. It was one of the biggest parties I have ever been too as it included all of my friends friends, and his older brothers friends, and a lot of the people that are invited by friends of friends.
The rest of the summer was the best part. I got to watch my Dad live one of his dreams. As kids, my Dad coached both me and my brother on Exchange, a team at our local little league baseball club called Federal Little league. He has been coaching that team for almost ten or more years now, and that summer he was chosen to be the manager of the All-Star team. The entire summer, I watched this team win their way our local tournament, to the Maryland tournament (which they won), to the Mid-Atlantic Regional Tournament (which they also won), until they were the Mid-Atlantic Region representatives in the 2008 Little League World Series! Don't believe me? Here's a link to an article about them, my dad is Bill Abeles, mentioned in the article .http://www.herald-mail.com/?cmd=displaystory&story_id=200773&format=html They didn't win, but it's still the fact that they made it that's awesome, and all my Dad cared about. That's why the summer of 2008 was my best summer ever.

Winter Break

I decided to blog about my Winter break last/this year. It started off at the end of my Bio final last semester, which was placed for the last possible day to take finals (ass), and a good feeling about my scores. I then took what should have been a 4 hour drive, it ended up being 6 hours, back home with Bob and my friend Mike. During that time we hit traffic about 2 hours away from home and sat for about 2 hours, and because of the slow traffic, I ended up having to pee in a bottle, which takes some skill when the car is moving and stopping frequently I have to say. After I finally got back, I went to my friends house who I hadn't seen in a while and played video games until about three in the morning. A few days later was Christmas. I got some pretty cool and unexpected things this year. Some of those unexpected things were a camera, a pair of black Timberlands (I ask for boots, but not quite those), a VT snuggie, and somehow my friend found an adult sized onesie with dinosaurs on it and gave it to me. Yes it is here at Tech. After that, I got to watch my Aunts house with my older brother for a week. He had turned 21 a few days before, so it just ended up being me, him, and two of our friends drinking and playing video games all night. That was pretty sweet. For New Years, since no one has parties anymore in Hagerstown because a certain someone moved, we didn't figure out what we were doing until about 8 o'clock at night. But it still ended up being a lot of fun seeing all my close friends again. I then went on a three day ski trip to Wisp Mountain with 9 of my friends and one of their girlfriends, which was awkward because she was a sophomore in high school, but fun nonetheless. We stayed in a cabin about five minutes from the mountain. We would ski all day, and then party at night. Good times. After that, I didn't really do anything else until I got back to Tech. But yeah, that was my Winter break, and I didn't realize how good it actually was until I wrote this blog at the last second.

Strike One

This is the story about how I got my first "strike" here at Virginia Tech. Great. It started one week before finals week last semester; perfect timing. I was in my room with my friend preparing to pregame for probably the last party we were going to go to this semester. Before we were going to start drinking, I was going to leave the room to get a coke. Lucky me, as soon as I opened the door, an R.A. and the R.A. boss, a perfect combination walked by, happened to glance in the room just long enough to catch a glimpse of the alcohol sitting on my fridge. The R.A. stopped, and proceeded to ask me "Hey, how old are you buddy?" Because he said that, I want to reply with "How old do you think ass hole," but I withheld. Instead, in hope of making the situation somewhat funny, I replied with "not old enough?" I got a smile from the R.A., but he still busted me and my friend. He proceeded to make us pour out the alcohol that wasn't drank at all. We got our "court" date and went.
What I don't like most about this situation are too things: 1.We were busted without drinking anything at all, we just got punished for possession. 2. I don't like the fact that I can go over to another country and die for mine, vote for possibly the most powerful man in the world, technically live on my own, but I can't have a drink with my friends. I think that colleges should be a little more lenient about drinking, or the age should be reduced. There is all this talk about how it would be bad if the age was reduced to 18, but it's not like it has never been done. My parents grew up with the drinking age being 18, and they turned out pretty well, my Dad and Mom both became very successful. We treat alcohol consumption in this country as a terrible thing; whereas in other countries, such as Germany, France, or Britain, it is part of their culture and taken a lot less seriously. But that's just my opinion.