I'm all fir'd up with post-y goodnessah. Today was my last day of college. I, Scott Gresham, am officially no longer an undergrad. I am a straight up, smarter than thou, distainful of those silly kids still in their undergrad degrees graduate at this point. Ain't no stoppin' that. It was a mad dash version of college. One I actually hated some times, but now that it's over I look back on my antics with a sense of great accomplishment. Not that I think I could handle some more classes there, don't get me wrong it's time to go. I remember almost a year ago Zac asked me something about a class and I replied "Don't look at me I cashed out two semesters ago!"
But now that school is out, the real escapades can truly begin. In fact, I've had seven since my last final at 12:00. Us graduates don't mess around. The first happened out of the blue. I was at a chinese buffet, debating with the waitress the correct pronounciation of Sapporo, and compairing and contrasting pointing styles. (She points with her finger touching what she means, I point just below the written word, allowing it to be read. Ah culture...) I finally get the beer ordered. It was featured on Diggnation Episoded #11, so I was excited for it. I drank it rather quickly.
Anyway I'm doing my "reasons I don't run bit," which I should really blog about sometime, and I go to sit back down (it involves a demonstration). I'm leaning forward and reaching back under myself to pull in my chair when all of a sudden *CRRRACK*. I've been punched in the nose. What I didn't realize was that my (empty) beer bottle was right under me, and when I swung my head down, looking left, I was bringing my nose down onto it. Hard. The table erupted in a cacophony of nerd excitement. They love their violence. Unfortunately it was my second beer, so everyone was acting like I was drunk. To counter this the first words out of my mouth were "Shit! That really hurt... I mean damn are you serious?" Admittedly not the best defense but the next words were "I'm not drunk I'm just clusmy." It happens. I think I chipped the bone underneath the skin, but don't worry I still look ruggedly attractive. Despite this, I think my new blogger photo reflects my newfound distinguished status. Larger version below:
Care to debate Tolstoy old chap?
P.S. The blogspace between this post and last Monday's will start to fill in with the half written (now fully completed) posts from the week in between this and my last post. Feel free to comment... uhh, freely. (And I'm going to grad school for writing...)
Scott,
ReplyDeleteI am so happy that you are back and better than ever! Great story...I felt like I was there. Can't wait to hear why you don't run.
Grade A(my) Woman
P.S. I am NOT happy about being taken off the top five list.
You know, I've been enjoying bowling lately. I've gone alot. Some would say too much. Nonetheless, it's been a fun way to spend an otherwise non-middle aged evening. And bowling has enjoyed my presence as well*. So it was kind of awkward when I escorted Bowling out of the Top Five. When bowling asked why I explained "I guess Grade A(my) Woman just wanted it more." It didn't seem to satisfy the abstract concept, so I quickly added "Plus she has a really clever name." And that sealed it.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back to the top five.
- Scott
*But who wouldn't?
Ahhhh yes, the hooded sweatshirt with a pipe look. Just pull out the slippers and light a fire in the fireplace.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on graduating!
~c
Scott, now you just have to get yourself enrolled in Grad School. Then you have a whole new level of being pompous and better than an even wider range of people.
ReplyDeleteC0r1e... Are you 1337? that's awesome.
Amy, I am not at all happy how your allegiance has so obviously shifted from me to Scotty. You were my friend first, dang it! It's not fair!
ReplyDeleteI can state for a fact that Corie is so 1337 that she doesn't know what to do with herself.
Hey, way to graduate, Scotty. I knew you could do it.
I would like to thank my parents, for always being there for me...and most of all, to everyone (thing?) who was also nominated in my category (bowling?). It's an honor to be nominated...but it's even better to make the list! Haha!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott, for coming up big again!
Grade A(my) Woman
P.S. Wasn't it you who came up with my 'clever name'?
No problem Amy. And yes it was me that came up with it, but YOU made it your own. Not everyone can do that. Congratulations.
ReplyDelete- Scott
uhhh... do I need to say thank you for being called 1337 or do I need a comeback?
ReplyDeleteI don't get it.
Did you guys come up with "blogger code" so you can gossip online?
Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
~c
Oh wait, does 1337 have something to do with the numbers in my name? Yeah, I did that so no one could google me and find my blog.
ReplyDeleteI'm so famous I have stalkers, so if that is the definition of 1337, you're SO right.
Oh, and yeah, regardless of 1337, I really truly don't know what to do with myself, but I'm assuming that is a different topic...
~c
*Le sigh* Coors, you don't know what 1337 speak is, despite using it in your blog name? More or less it's what you've done. Numbers in place of letters. For instance, 1337 is pronounced "leet" (short for elite) because that's how the numbers are used.
ReplyDeleteCheck out this guide for a longer explanation, and keep up the leet-ness.
- Scott
P.S. Watch this video and report on it for extra credit.
2 Hotty,
ReplyDeleteKirin Ichiban is better than Sa-p'ro. Correct pronunciation. (And you're welcome. I have Japanese connections.) Are those highlights in your mop? I don't run either...I have crepitus thanks to running - that's the sound bone-on-bone grinding makes due to lack of cartilage. (no need to thank me for that enlightening tidbit - my crap knees have been thanks enough.)