Friday, September 30, 2005
30 September 2005
Its Friday morning (well not really morning, as its 45 minutes past noon, but for me, still more or less morning) on the day before I take the LSAT, possibly the most important test I will ever take, or at least up to this point in my life. After staying up until 3:30am last night, my plan of waking up at 8, which then got pushed to 9 and then 9:30 didn't quite work, seeing as how I snoozed until 10am. But, that's what happens when one has no Friday classes. Two hours and forty-five minutes later as I lounge on the love seat, wearing AND 1 shorts and my Dallas Mavericks Josh Howard jersey, sipping my second cup of Folgers out of my Dale Jr. mug, pretending to practice logic games I realize a few things. Sometimes life is really great. Think about it, I'm 22, I go to a great school and I can do pretty much whatever I want. For example, after sending an e-mail to the OGB to inform them that they incorrectly stated that Kappa Alpha Psi came in third place in Hit The Bricks (it was actually Alpha Kappa Psi) S.Cagney informed me that he was going to write an article. "Great idea", I responded as I got up and walked to the bathroom where I proceeded to use the toilet with the door open. What a great feeling, I always remember a time as a kid when my mom (God bless her) yelled at me for peeing with the door open. Granted, I was downstairs in her house, and there were guests at the dining room table, so maybe that wasn't the best move, but now I can do that whenever I want. I remember when I was a kid, even younger than the bathroom incident, begging my mom to let me stay up until 10pm... I was so excited about it, I rented all three Karate Kid movies and I was going to watch them all before I went to sleep. I think i made it half way through the second one. But that event meant a lot to me. Those days are mostly gone, and soon, so will my Fridays of sitting around all day and doing nothing, or everything, or whatever I want. The real world is right around the corner, and whether or not I delay the really real world by three years of law school, my mostly carefree college career is coming to a close faster than Ben Mauk's tenure as the starting quarterback, and that's sad (well, not for WFU football fans). So for all of you who still have the chance, do whatever it is that you like, sit around in your J-Ho jersey all day, drink all night, go play sports or run, or cook, or do whatever it is that yo enjoy, but make the most of your time, and cherish it. And, don't worry if you don't spend enough time in the library, those lights cause skin cancer anyway, and what good is a sweet job if you can't enjoy it b/c you got skin cancer from all the hours you spent in the library as an undergrad? Wouldn't you rather be sitting in a tent under a tree on Davis field drinking rum and coke mixed in a bacardi bottle? Or making as much noise as possible in a dorm right before quiet hours? Or, having a milk/gatorade/apple juice drinking contest for your friends? Or even, hiding in a trashcan and jumping out to scare the shit out of your friends? Going to Wal-Mart at 2am just for the hell of it, streaking the quad... or the baseball field... or benson? Or even just sitting out on the quad and relaxing. Seriously, what would you not rather be doing than studying in the library? Yeah, you're whole life awaits, but don't forget to enjoy it, and I mean every minute of it; yesterday, today, tomorrow. And just be glad that you get to enjoy it, you'll thank yourself later. With that said, I'm going to sit on this love seat all day, in my pajamas, or maybe in my boxers, and I'm gonna drink coffee, watch movies, pee with the door open and do whatever else I want, including study for the LSAT, because that's fun for me, and the test will be too, and so will whatever comes after that, because who knows what that will be? Plans, what plans?
Thanks for letting me ramble, and stop peeing with the door open, you've got guests!
Its Friday morning (well not really morning, as its 45 minutes past noon, but for me, still more or less morning) on the day before I take the LSAT, possibly the most important test I will ever take, or at least up to this point in my life. After staying up until 3:30am last night, my plan of waking up at 8, which then got pushed to 9 and then 9:30 didn't quite work, seeing as how I snoozed until 10am. But, that's what happens when one has no Friday classes. Two hours and forty-five minutes later as I lounge on the love seat, wearing AND 1 shorts and my Dallas Mavericks Josh Howard jersey, sipping my second cup of Folgers out of my Dale Jr. mug, pretending to practice logic games I realize a few things. Sometimes life is really great. Think about it, I'm 22, I go to a great school and I can do pretty much whatever I want. For example, after sending an e-mail to the OGB to inform them that they incorrectly stated that Kappa Alpha Psi came in third place in Hit The Bricks (it was actually Alpha Kappa Psi) S.Cagney informed me that he was going to write an article. "Great idea", I responded as I got up and walked to the bathroom where I proceeded to use the toilet with the door open. What a great feeling, I always remember a time as a kid when my mom (God bless her) yelled at me for peeing with the door open. Granted, I was downstairs in her house, and there were guests at the dining room table, so maybe that wasn't the best move, but now I can do that whenever I want. I remember when I was a kid, even younger than the bathroom incident, begging my mom to let me stay up until 10pm... I was so excited about it, I rented all three Karate Kid movies and I was going to watch them all before I went to sleep. I think i made it half way through the second one. But that event meant a lot to me. Those days are mostly gone, and soon, so will my Fridays of sitting around all day and doing nothing, or everything, or whatever I want. The real world is right around the corner, and whether or not I delay the really real world by three years of law school, my mostly carefree college career is coming to a close faster than Ben Mauk's tenure as the starting quarterback, and that's sad (well, not for WFU football fans). So for all of you who still have the chance, do whatever it is that you like, sit around in your J-Ho jersey all day, drink all night, go play sports or run, or cook, or do whatever it is that yo enjoy, but make the most of your time, and cherish it. And, don't worry if you don't spend enough time in the library, those lights cause skin cancer anyway, and what good is a sweet job if you can't enjoy it b/c you got skin cancer from all the hours you spent in the library as an undergrad? Wouldn't you rather be sitting in a tent under a tree on Davis field drinking rum and coke mixed in a bacardi bottle? Or making as much noise as possible in a dorm right before quiet hours? Or, having a milk/gatorade/apple juice drinking contest for your friends? Or even, hiding in a trashcan and jumping out to scare the shit out of your friends? Going to Wal-Mart at 2am just for the hell of it, streaking the quad... or the baseball field... or benson? Or even just sitting out on the quad and relaxing. Seriously, what would you not rather be doing than studying in the library? Yeah, you're whole life awaits, but don't forget to enjoy it, and I mean every minute of it; yesterday, today, tomorrow. And just be glad that you get to enjoy it, you'll thank yourself later. With that said, I'm going to sit on this love seat all day, in my pajamas, or maybe in my boxers, and I'm gonna drink coffee, watch movies, pee with the door open and do whatever else I want, including study for the LSAT, because that's fun for me, and the test will be too, and so will whatever comes after that, because who knows what that will be? Plans, what plans?
Thanks for letting me ramble, and stop peeing with the door open, you've got guests!
29 September 2005
I will be taking the LSAT on saturday morning. I will have a six-pack waiting for me in the car as soon as I am done. Anyone interested in partaking in some after-test refreshment, just see me when we're done. Following that, I'll be heading to the football game to watch Cory Randloph under center, FINALLY. Looks like coach Grobe got his head out of his ass. Ben"jamin" Mauk, back on the bench. Then its time to really celebrate the end of the LSAT!
Also note-worthy. Starting Monday, Oct 3, I will be going Off of AIM for ONE WEEK. There will be no AIM contact whatsoever. If you need me, call, text, or email me. This is just a little experiment I'll be conducting.
I will be taking the LSAT on saturday morning. I will have a six-pack waiting for me in the car as soon as I am done. Anyone interested in partaking in some after-test refreshment, just see me when we're done. Following that, I'll be heading to the football game to watch Cory Randloph under center, FINALLY. Looks like coach Grobe got his head out of his ass. Ben"jamin" Mauk, back on the bench. Then its time to really celebrate the end of the LSAT!
Also note-worthy. Starting Monday, Oct 3, I will be going Off of AIM for ONE WEEK. There will be no AIM contact whatsoever. If you need me, call, text, or email me. This is just a little experiment I'll be conducting.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
27 September 2005
Check out the Student's Review of Milner's American Southern.
And then come in and see us, sit in my section!
Check out the Student's Review of Milner's American Southern.
And then come in and see us, sit in my section!
27 September 2005
My First Single, "Wake Forest's Finest" the rough draft
9/27/2005
Wake Forest’s Finest
Welcome to the track, Showtime’s my name,
Spittin, flowin, and pimpin my game.
Let me introduce you to my crew,
The illest, the few, everyone wish they knew.
First off my man Savic,
Straight outta Africa with a European accent.
Plays golf by day, plays ho’s by night
Hits it so long, way outta sight.
Stays in Deacon ridge with the baler Matt Lopat,
Former D1 Kicker, game on and off the field,
Don’t test the poker champ, Lopat keeps it real.
Wins cash by the grand, stays strapped in name brands.
Burberry to sleep, Fresh NewBalance on his feet.
Catghes straights on the flop, flushes on the river
Bud light so much, goin buy a new liver.
JD Reid’s up next, cupid’s arrows in his quiver,
When he walks in a room, all the honnies catch a shiver.
Push the phattest whip in the crew
But just room for two
All the ladies want to ride, and they wish they knew.
Don’t lie ma, you do too.
All the campus got a crush,
It must be a rush, he turns their knees to mush
But if he’s got a lady, he keeps it really hush hush.
Talks to them in public and they start to blush
J-Money in this rhymes, steady pickin’ up dimes
But he’s about out of time, gotta move on to the next line.
Chorus:
We wake forest’s finest,
Under blankets like Linus,
We roll deep from Tap Room to Burke Street
Fox and the Hound, yeah we gets around,
Pound for Pound, you can’t touch us,
Well known and respected on campus
Wake Forest’s finest
True ballers and a dime piece.
Now let’s cruise down Barclay terrace
1131 the jumpoff and don't phase the grandparents
SawDogg on the porch, manning the grill,
Purple label shit, and he can pick up the bill.
Scotch on the rocks, bank account like Fort Knox.
Ruby Cupid down the Hall, she’s quick and she’s tall,
Watch your game son, you won’t be the first guy to fall.
Only female in the crew, that ain’t nothing new,
Disrespect her, it's the last thing you’ll do.
She breaks hearts left and right,
Got dudes fiendin’ at first sight.
In the room next door, we call him C-Funk,
Half of C-Squared, and we gets crunk.
Got a princess at his side, ant they both down to ride,
Call him S.Cag his directing skills never lag.
Movies on Lock, but he stays on the block
C-Funk got game, and he knows how to rock.
Down in the dungeon, Feeley got the ladies lunging,
As he pass by, they tryin’ to catch his eye
See him on the quad, rockin his iPod
Drops the best one-liners, and he don’t even try,
Porch swing all day, and we don’t know why.
Master Of Rituals, Alpha Kappa Psi
One thing’s for sure, a hell of a guy.
Chorus
(Wake Forest’s Finest, errbody wants to wine and dine us)
The crew still growin, and Showtime still flowin’
Intramurals? Scorin more goals than Michael Owen.
4 Cats in the Corners ,we’ll start with Deez Larson,
His skills so hot, been accused of arson.
FD1 QB, and he gets hotter girls than Carson.
His roommate goes by the name B.McRae,
And pay attention to everything he’s got to say,
He drops more metaphors than Cassius Clay,
And he’s the champ like Ali back in the day.
Practice beer pong solo, and ain’t nothing wrong,
He’ll take you down and still stand six cups strong.
Sink the last shot, do a little dance
Look out, now he’s in your girl’s pants.
In the building next door,
Myers and Malarkey making your sister look like a whore.
Jeff’s always on the grind, just like Showtime
Can’t stop speaking his mind.
Pittsburg for life and that ain’t no joke,
On his hands and knees praying Rothlesburger don’t choke.
Multisport athelete, Upper St. Clair,
Betweem them pipes, its just not fair.
Last but not least, from B-More in the east
Myers stock’s on the rise like yeast
And it's a bull market, so he makes a good target,
But no chance to hit, Ryan Myers fast as shit.
Girls want to know who he is,
Tell ‘em his doper than anyone in showbiz
Chorus
So that’s my crew, and you know how we do
You can talk shit til your face turn blue,
It ain’t nothing new
You shoulda asked somebody, thought you knew,
Every word I spit is 100 percent true.
If you wanna fuck with us, better bring more than a few.
Chorus
Copyright 2005 C.A. Cline
My First Single, "Wake Forest's Finest" the rough draft
9/27/2005
Wake Forest’s Finest
Welcome to the track, Showtime’s my name,
Spittin, flowin, and pimpin my game.
Let me introduce you to my crew,
The illest, the few, everyone wish they knew.
First off my man Savic,
Straight outta Africa with a European accent.
Plays golf by day, plays ho’s by night
Hits it so long, way outta sight.
Stays in Deacon ridge with the baler Matt Lopat,
Former D1 Kicker, game on and off the field,
Don’t test the poker champ, Lopat keeps it real.
Wins cash by the grand, stays strapped in name brands.
Burberry to sleep, Fresh NewBalance on his feet.
Catghes straights on the flop, flushes on the river
Bud light so much, goin buy a new liver.
JD Reid’s up next, cupid’s arrows in his quiver,
When he walks in a room, all the honnies catch a shiver.
Push the phattest whip in the crew
But just room for two
All the ladies want to ride, and they wish they knew.
Don’t lie ma, you do too.
All the campus got a crush,
It must be a rush, he turns their knees to mush
But if he’s got a lady, he keeps it really hush hush.
Talks to them in public and they start to blush
J-Money in this rhymes, steady pickin’ up dimes
But he’s about out of time, gotta move on to the next line.
Chorus:
We wake forest’s finest,
Under blankets like Linus,
We roll deep from Tap Room to Burke Street
Fox and the Hound, yeah we gets around,
Pound for Pound, you can’t touch us,
Well known and respected on campus
Wake Forest’s finest
True ballers and a dime piece.
Now let’s cruise down Barclay terrace
1131 the jumpoff and don't phase the grandparents
SawDogg on the porch, manning the grill,
Purple label shit, and he can pick up the bill.
Scotch on the rocks, bank account like Fort Knox.
Ruby Cupid down the Hall, she’s quick and she’s tall,
Watch your game son, you won’t be the first guy to fall.
Only female in the crew, that ain’t nothing new,
Disrespect her, it's the last thing you’ll do.
She breaks hearts left and right,
Got dudes fiendin’ at first sight.
In the room next door, we call him C-Funk,
Half of C-Squared, and we gets crunk.
Got a princess at his side, ant they both down to ride,
Call him S.Cag his directing skills never lag.
Movies on Lock, but he stays on the block
C-Funk got game, and he knows how to rock.
Down in the dungeon, Feeley got the ladies lunging,
As he pass by, they tryin’ to catch his eye
See him on the quad, rockin his iPod
Drops the best one-liners, and he don’t even try,
Porch swing all day, and we don’t know why.
Master Of Rituals, Alpha Kappa Psi
One thing’s for sure, a hell of a guy.
Chorus
(Wake Forest’s Finest, errbody wants to wine and dine us)
The crew still growin, and Showtime still flowin’
Intramurals? Scorin more goals than Michael Owen.
4 Cats in the Corners ,we’ll start with Deez Larson,
His skills so hot, been accused of arson.
FD1 QB, and he gets hotter girls than Carson.
His roommate goes by the name B.McRae,
And pay attention to everything he’s got to say,
He drops more metaphors than Cassius Clay,
And he’s the champ like Ali back in the day.
Practice beer pong solo, and ain’t nothing wrong,
He’ll take you down and still stand six cups strong.
Sink the last shot, do a little dance
Look out, now he’s in your girl’s pants.
In the building next door,
Myers and Malarkey making your sister look like a whore.
Jeff’s always on the grind, just like Showtime
Can’t stop speaking his mind.
Pittsburg for life and that ain’t no joke,
On his hands and knees praying Rothlesburger don’t choke.
Multisport athelete, Upper St. Clair,
Betweem them pipes, its just not fair.
Last but not least, from B-More in the east
Myers stock’s on the rise like yeast
And it's a bull market, so he makes a good target,
But no chance to hit, Ryan Myers fast as shit.
Girls want to know who he is,
Tell ‘em his doper than anyone in showbiz
Chorus
So that’s my crew, and you know how we do
You can talk shit til your face turn blue,
It ain’t nothing new
You shoulda asked somebody, thought you knew,
Every word I spit is 100 percent true.
If you wanna fuck with us, better bring more than a few.
Chorus
Copyright 2005 C.A. Cline
Sunday, September 25, 2005
24 September 2005
There is an article on the NYtimes.com front page about Raleigh and Wake Co. public school system. Props, holleratchaboy.
And we lost homecoming. Did you really think we were going to win? Terrible, but hey, at least Ben didn't throw a pick today, (or 4). I still want to see Cory under center.Happy homecoming to the Deacs. What is a terrapin anyway? a stupid snapping turtle, does it PROTECT THIS HOUSE. protect deez nutz.
There is an article on the NYtimes.com front page about Raleigh and Wake Co. public school system. Props, holleratchaboy.
And we lost homecoming. Did you really think we were going to win? Terrible, but hey, at least Ben didn't throw a pick today, (or 4). I still want to see Cory under center.Happy homecoming to the Deacs. What is a terrapin anyway? a stupid snapping turtle, does it PROTECT THIS HOUSE. protect deez nutz.
