Joel F

That Boy Needs Therapy

How come Rob doesn't have a blog yet? We could def use his input in my favorite blogging community.

What does it mean to be part of a community like this? I've tried to tell the story over and over again about how blogging was the main thing that got me into writing. Back in the day, CombatRhino really was like a family. We were excited about life, and were willing to share so much. One blogger's experience became the experience of every blogger simply by reading and looking at pictures. We were all close. Knew everything about everyone. And it was a thrill.

It would be great if some change was made, some coming together, where I would be fine with sharing all of the wildest parts of my life on here, instead of just posting minimal "catch up" blogs. I want to show the nitty gritty, but it's different because we don't see each other that often, and sometimes those blogs come off as self promotion.

I have this theory that most of the high school and college experience are exactly the same. It takes about the same amount of time to find things out about yourself, like who are your group of friends or how you like to interact with members of the opposite gender, during your four years in high school as it does in college. The lessons are different, but they definitely mirror each other. Well, CombatRhino started up in my junior year of high school and I am now a junior in college. I can tell good things are coming. And it's a good thing too because WandyTeeth was looking pretty sad for a while. Someone told me Jsizz was thinking about deleting his blog and I almost cried.

So having said that, I have a story to share.

One morning about a month ago I woke up late for training for my new job as the school newspaper delivery boy. I had played a dangerous game of Beirut the night before, with cups filled with Bud Ice, so I messed up setting my alarm. The guy who was supposed to be training me called me and after I apologized to him, I jumped from my air mattress, gulped down a few cups of water, and tried to get to campus as quickly as I could. Normally I walk to school, which takes about 25 minutes, because it costs $400 for a pass the park on campus. I decided to hop in my car and park illegally in a spot behind my old dorm pictured here:

I returned to my car at about 11 and some fancy car was blocking me in. There was a note on my windshield that said "As the sign indicates this spot is for RAs. You should not park here. I will be back at 4." This person was pretty brave because obviously double parking someone in for eight hours is begging to get your car keyed. I didn't do anything mean though, I just walked home and threw away the note because I didn't think I would ever get my chance for revenge. But yesterday someone else put a note on my car:

Ginger must have been feeling pretty guilty for whatever contact she made with my car, because as far as I could tell there was no damage done. I wasn't going to call her, so I threw the note in my car and drove to the liquor store to buy some Halloween drinks. I planned on being hung over this morning, so I gave myself a little extra sleep, knowing I would drive to school and park in the same illegal spot I had a month ago. When I saw the fancy car again I saw an opportunity for revenge. I put the note I got from Ginger on its windshield.

Obviously the car owner is going to be scared as shit at first, because they think somebody hit their car. But when they can't find any damage they will just be confused, which is also not a very good feeling. Maybe they'll even call Ginger and then they'll know their ass got punk'd.

Posted by joel at November 1, 2006 3:53 PM