Crushing Krisis

So, the blog war continues, with the Axis Powers (all on one domain, i think) continue to wrestle with the Allied Powers over who’s stupider and who’s got the #1 spot on Power Bloggers. Now, i’ve wrestled for that spot plenty of times, as can be viewed in my archives, but i got over it rather quickly. Sure, it’s fun to be the #1 blog for a fews days in a row, but i enjoy writing good content much better. Trying to think of something to write every 15 minutes isn’t always condusive to intelligent thought, or even to getting anything else done. It looks like i’ll be hanging out with friends today, so my bid for blogging power will have to be put off until a day with a light class and work load. If i’m lucky I might have one of those this winter… :)

In a slightly disturbing turn of events i managed to establish another drinking story before i could really wrap up that last one. Makes me seem like a bit of a drunk, i know, but i wasn’t particularly drunk at any point on either night, so that makes me feel a bit better. And aren’t blogs supposed to get more traffic if they talk about illicit activities? Maybe i should go pick up a cocaine habit and pay for it by selling my body to whoever would pay. Or, worst comes to worst, i could watch Boogie Nights & Magnolia in succession.

Ok, so, here’s where i make the basic assumption that my parents aren’t even vaguely interested in my website. I drink. Now, having said that, let me make especially clear that i don’t especially like drinking or getting drunk, but that there’re certain beverages that i enjoy the taste of (and would probably like better if they were non-alcoholic). I like yummy shots of medium to low proof like Fire&Ice and ButterShots, i like Kaluha, and i would drink Rasperry CiderJack for breakfast if i ever ate breakfast. I don’t like tequilla, straight vodka, or beer. Seeing as i am rather ambivilent to boozing, i wasn’t especially looking forward to any sort of drunken binge on my birthday, but i wound up in a state of blissful inebriation that i couldn’t have engineered better if i had tried. Aiding and abbetting me were the Amy&Renata household and the inevitable Taco Lou’s.

Taco Lou’s is a permanent fixture on Drexel’s campus, located around the corner from my Freshmen year dorm. It’s a tiny food truck that makes rather healthy and well regarded mexican food for Drexel’s drunk every party night of the week. If it’s 2am and you’re drunk, it’s time for Taco Lou’s. I managed to totally abstain from eating there Freshmen year, but i was determined to have a vegetarian burrito there on my birthday. Conveniently, a fellow NSW leader works the grille there, and he made me a yummy birthday quesadilla for absolutely free. I was actually invited into the food truck to sit in the kitschy vinyl seated table they have tacked against one wall. Once everyone else in the truck found out it was my birthday they offered me beer, but since there were Freshmen everywhere on the street outside i politely declined, stating that i didn’t like beer. They then produced a bottle of Hard Lemonade, which is aproximately like an alcoholic version of Sprite. That topped off my earlier marguerita and inagural shots in my very own glass very nicely, and i reached the state of inebrial bliss just in time for a strange birthday coincidence…

There’s this incredibly cute girl in the Freshmen class. Ok, really there are plenty of cute girls, but this one girl is just the total epitome of what i personally consider cute and i think i should just commit suicide now to save myself the trouble of having an unrelinquished crush on her. I’ve only spoken to her twice, but i very clearly remember her from orientation, where another OL remarked “i could tell; she’s totally your type.” One of the times she spoke to me was when she randomly showed up at one of my groups’ tables, looking for her leader. I wasn’t sure who she had to go to, and she asked if she could just join my group…. >sigh

Now I finally have some reasons to read Electric Biscuit every day! Nothing like a good catfight to get the blood(blog) flowing. Sadly, i seem to have more in common with the other side than i do with the allied forces, so to speak. And, really, it’s not fair to capitalize on Ms. Spears’ name recognition…. :)