Right Said Fred? Really?

March 10, 1992

Man, it's payday today, and I really need that check. Well, what has happened lately since I wrote last Wednesday. Homer, Opinionated and I almost have our project finished for the Kodak Weekend 25 disposable-waterproof camera. Or should I say Opinionated and I almost have it done. We worked all day Sunday on it and most of the day Monday. Homer has done very little on it and it is due tomorrow at 9:00am. It could be an all-nighter, but I don't think so. It's looking pretty good. It's 10:30am and I'm waiting for Opinionated to meet me so I can give her the pictures to color in. I drew them all and did all the lettering. Oh well.

I left Organizational Behavior early today. I got a 56% on my second test. I guess I will be dropping that one. I got an 83% on the first one, I just didn't study for this one much at all. I dunno!

Xanax, my Advanced PR teacher, liked my story about the Cross-Eyed Queen. In fact, she read it aloud to the class. I think I already wrote about that, but I 'm not sure. I'm going to Dumb Tit's as soon as I meet Homer and Opinionated at 11:00am. We have a nice-sized Graphics lab due today and I'm not looking forward to it at all... well, all but bein' with Dumb Tits.

We're going to Dallas this weekend for an advertising convention. It starts Thursday and we're leaving really early in the morning and it lasts until Saturday. Whee!

A cold front came through. I was on the roof of the house listening to the Razorback game and drinking some Bud Light Saturday, and I got sun burned. Now three days later it's 23 degrees? How insane! Well, I think I'm getting in good with Lady... I dunno! We had a party Friday night with a sorority from Conway called the Alpha Sigma Alpha's. It was alright. We started out at Tremor's and danced and stuff and then came back to the house and had a keg and jungle juice and listened to tunes up in the dorm. I was bored by about 11:00pm and I called Lady over at Opinionated's. I was a little buzzed. I kept asking her to go see Wayne's World with me at midnight, but she said no because I was drunk. Then I started whining and saying, "Oh, man!" She told me to quit saying that, so I changed "man" to "Oh, Dylan! Oh, Dylan! Grow some sideburns for me!" HellifIknowhy!

Anyway, she called back Sunday night and we talked for about a half an hour. She is pretty cool, I think. She is going to Florida for Spring Break and I'm sittin' home on my happy ass in Little Rock doing nothing but reading, I guess. I want to go to Dallas to Six Flags and see Right Said Fred ("I'm Too Sexy"), but I want Lady and Opinionated to come with. Ya never know, I may just take my brother with me!

I got thrown out of chapter last night because I was too talkative... imagine! Anyway, I made it without going to E.C. for once, and I'm off kitchen crew because no one showed up to help me last night. Did I mention I caught a girl pissing in the urinal Friday night? Well, I did. It was pretty funny.

Spring Break starts on Friday... oh joy of joys! Tomorrow is my last day of classes for the week due to the trip on Thursday. Schwing! I still want to see The Lawnmower Man by Stephen King. It's out in Little Rock, but by God it's not in Fayetteville. Sheesh.

The Cure is supposed to put out a new single next week called "Wish" or "High" or something like that. Who knows? I bought another U2 single called "One." I couldn't get tickets to the "Zoo TV" concert in Dallas because it sold out in 12 minutes. I was so royally pissed. On the catwalk... on the catwalk, yeah, I shake my little tush on the catwalk. Cuando bailo! Rehr!

It looks like I may not be able to go bowling tonight. I have a meeting about the Ad Club trip at 8:30pm tonight. Shright!

The circus was a flop, I hear. Like it was in somebody's garage or something. Oh well, if Lady couldn't go, I didn't want to go anyway! Welp, I'm gonna do a spell check and mosey on do some more priority-stricken events. I can't forget to pick up my check! Laterness!

Soy tan sexy que mi Mac...

March 4, 1992

OK. Well, it's finally hump-day and the week is almost over. My voice is still a little hoarse, but I don't mind. It sounds kinda cool, I think.

I sold my ticket to the LSU game last night for a mere $10. I had to work anyway, and I need the money. I still haven't studied for my OB test tomorrow morning. I have to work tonight and I have intramural bowling at 9:15pm. I should have time to study today if I make time.

I wanted to ask Lady to the circus on Sunday, but she was on her way out the door when I called. Oh bother. I can't figure out if I like Dumb Tits or not. She's a cool person, but a little self-insecure. She's creative and smart, but I don't think she knows it.

I have Advanced PR in about 15 minutes so I thought I would just come in and type a little bit if I could. Eric Clapton has a song out called "Tears from Heaven" and it's pretty cool. The Cure is supposed to have a new single out pretty soon as well. I'm also supposed to get U2 tickets soon. If I don't get 'em, I'll be really pissed!

Oh, well. I have on my "Ren & Stimpy" t-shirt today. It's really fly (I don't say "fly" very often.)

Today was elections for ASG. I voted and all, but I sure got tired of people handing out flyers and just plain being pesky. I need to start learning a new word everyday. I heard that a person's vocabulary stops growing at age 25 and I'm gettin' there. Well, maybe in 4 years, but still... I dunno.

So, I still have no car, no decent clothes, no money, I bounced a check to Hoffbrau... grrrrr. Anyway, time to run. I'll just write again tomorrow.

I'm too sexy for this Mac.

Back to Reality...

March 3, 1992

I can't believe it's already 3:15pm. I skipped Organizational Behavior this morning. That class is so dull, and the people in there have the IQ of Corky on Life Goes On. I have a test in there on Thursday so I will begin studying tonight.

The LSU game is tonight but I really don't know if I want to go or not. I'd just assume sell my ticket and have the money. I have a little presentation in Ad/Copy layout tomorrow so I need to shuffle off to the library and see what damage I can do. I just got out of Graphics. We had a huge lab to do. I didn't know if I was going to get it finished or not. I did.

I talked to Dumb Tits for about 3 hours last night about just about everything. I also went to the pep rally with Opinionated. We saw Lady there. We have a date function at the circus in Springdale Sunday night. I need to find a date. I haven't been to the cool circus in a long time.

I had to go to E.C. last night because I got back from Mardi Gras later than 10pm and that's the rules. A $10 fine if you don't come back by 10pm every single Sunday night. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of! I'm getting really sick of that fraternity and living in the house. Grrrrrr! I need/want an apartment so bad I could have monkey's fly out my butt! Massive. Well, I have a few things to do today so I'd best get to it. Yipee!

Off to Mardi Gras...

March 2, 1992


Well, here it is Monday already. A lot of stuff happened over the weekend. It was nutty. I'm glad I'm documenting this stuff or I'd forget it quick.

On Thursday, I went to Opinionated's and we made spaghetti. Actually, I made it. Then Lady came over and she ate, too, and we watched The Simpson's and Beverly Hills 90210. Bart wanted to be a cop on this episode so he began by being a hall monitor at his school. It was pretty funny. Lady was funny too. I had a really good time with them, kinda catharsis-like. It was good.

Then I went back to the house, packed up and we headed to New Orleans at about 10:30p.m. It was a very long drive, but it was fun. We got there Friday morning and proceeded to drink whiskey and beer. We saw a few tits, met some girls, browsed at some shops. I passed out in the Superdome parking lot after I got separated form the group. Finally, Jeff found me, but we lost Gibbs and Ogle. We wound up sleeping at a rest area halfway between Baton Rouge and New Orleans on Highway 10.

The next day, we bought some beer and went to Pat O'Brian's in the French Quarter. We saw Ogle who had slept in a parking lot at the Hyatt after getting really trashed and sick. Still, no Gibbs who was supposed to met us at 10 p.m. at the Superdome. The dumbass never showed.

We got drunk, watched some parades, saw more tits, met even more girls, took a nap, went back to Bourbon street, traded some beads for a glance at a Pennsylvania girls tits and a cigarette, showed my dick a few times, got more beads, kissed a girl, saw more tits, tripped some drunk, peed on a church, saw Ogle get hit in the face by a cop, changed a girls tire, passed out at the Lambda Chi house at New Orleans, woke up, finally found Gibbs after some bullshit, drove home.

We didn't shower for 4 days, we ate tuna and turkey and we smelled awful. I mean it was the worst smell possibly imaginable! It was a gross combo of feet, hair, B.O., farts, burps, puke and coffee-skunk... praise the Lord. So, in short, that was my trip.

I skipped Ad/Copy Layout this morning because I felt terrible. I feel fine now, but I wish I had some new clothes. I need to go shopping for some shorts and such. For now I have to see if I can't purchase a Chia Pet. I have no car so I'll have to bum a ride to the mall.

Excellent!

Ready, set, go...

February 27, 1992

Well, now it's Thursday already and I don't have class on Friday. I skipped my Organizational Behavior class this morning because I had too much to do today, and it's only 12:30pm. I woke up, showered and went to Old Main to have the woman in charge of Co-Op Education for the Arts & Crafts College sign my internship application. She really confused me, but I think I got things worked out OK.

Then I went to Crossbreeds to get the Ren & Stimpy tumblers for the Alpha Sigma Alpha party next Friday ordered. We're on probation, but what the hell! Then I went to see Sega in charge of the whole intern interview thing. My interview is on March 31st at 11:45am. I'm nervous! I hope I get it.

I'm at the DPS lab typing now. I just completed two forms of body copy for milk -- one serious, one not. I'm too demented to write serious copy.

I leave for New Orleans tonight at 9:30pm. It should be fun. I have Graphics class at 1:30pm so I need to go study some. The hardest part of the day is over so I can now just sit back and kind of coast. I am supposed to go over to Opinionated's tonight for dinner after my Ad/Copy Layout lab. We still have no cook and I haven't eaten yet today so I am sure I will be hungry by time lab is over.

Whew! I'm goin' to Mardi Gras... hotdiggitydamn! See ya Monday!

So it begins...

February 26, 1992

It's noon and I just got back from the university library. I typed my internship application and it's almost finished. It's due on March 1st so I have some time. We still have no cook at the fraternity house. This makes over two weeks now! Remember, seven days makes a hole weak. I learned that one when I went to Fort Worth a couple of weekends ago!

Why am I typing this and why did I wait until now to begin this? I really couldn't say! I needed to start it back in high school, but my level of zeal wasn't very high, and I think now am doing it out of boredom. I have Advanced Public Relations in about 20 minutes, so I am killing a little time. It's a chilly day outside, but nice.

I'm very displeased with the fraternity house right now. We are on probation due to grades and morale is way down. I'm a senior now, and I'm very apathetic to the goings on of the house. I was confronted very awkwardly yesterday evening by our resident faggot and alumni advisor, Stee-Wee. He is concerned about my alcohol intake. He rarely drinks and perhaps he doesn't realize the novelty of being 21 (finally). Who knows? Who cares? He suggested that I voluntarily enroll myself in a Charter Vista-like program and get help. I do not feel like I am an alcoholic! But, denial is the first phase. What a stupid no-win oxymoranical mind-frame. Anyway, I will cut-down for myself, and no one else.

I am very broke due to the cook situation. I'm going to Mardi Gras Thursday night with Jeff, my old roommate, Scotty Play, Ogle and Gibbs. I can't afford it, but I'm going for the sake of experience. My car is also dead so Jeff is driving. I have/had a Toyota Corolla Diesel Sedan. The thing really sucked and it rattled like a motherfucker. I'm glad to see it go, but now I have no transportation.

It's a simple equation, as far as my present status goes. No cook=no money+no car=no dates. I have a few good leads right now, and friends are really important.

Well, class is about to begin.

On Monday we all met at Hoffbrau Steakhouse and "did lunch." It was fun because I had never been there before and I enjoyed the company. I had to drive Pastey's VW Beetle to the place due to my lack o' car!