look at at this
also, Hand? is pretty awesome these days
this post is short as hell
-Jizzy T
the shirtless man
last night, my roommate john and myself were returning to our suite when we spotted a man with no shirt on stumbling around belligerently. we thought that it was funny at first, but became increasingly concerned when he stumbled past us with no movement in his eyes. i mean, a completely blank stare. we asked him if he was ok, and he didn't respond at first.
then he grunted something that sounded like, "guuuuuuuuAH."
i smelled alcohol on his breath, but since he was incapable of human speech, i felt like we should help this guy. he stumbles past us for awhile, and enters the graduate quad. he then runs, full speed, into a glass window. confused on why he wasn't able to pass though a barrier that he could not see, he tries to open every door in the complex. we start searching for a CA, because this guy needs some serious help. Kelly, a friend that lives in grad housing, comes out and helps us find a CA. he continues to stumble around, not responding to anything we say, and also falling down several times, injuring himself and some shrubbery in the courtyard. at this point, we know that a CA couldn't do much to help this guy, and we call the police. before they arrive, he calms down, and sits in the courtyard. the police arrive and he is able to tell them his name. we leave, knowing that the situation is in good hands.
we see an ambulance speeding towards the scene as we are leaving, and we wonder is that dude is gonna be ok. our concerns are put to rest when we see him in our dining hall the next day, staring at his food, grinning creepily.
long story short, if you decide to try and save a life, at least make sure that the dude isn't trippin' balls and go permanently insane due to your strange appearance.
short story short, i freaked that dude out.
lay off the 'shrooms
-Jizzy T
then he grunted something that sounded like, "guuuuuuuuAH."
i smelled alcohol on his breath, but since he was incapable of human speech, i felt like we should help this guy. he stumbles past us for awhile, and enters the graduate quad. he then runs, full speed, into a glass window. confused on why he wasn't able to pass though a barrier that he could not see, he tries to open every door in the complex. we start searching for a CA, because this guy needs some serious help. Kelly, a friend that lives in grad housing, comes out and helps us find a CA. he continues to stumble around, not responding to anything we say, and also falling down several times, injuring himself and some shrubbery in the courtyard. at this point, we know that a CA couldn't do much to help this guy, and we call the police. before they arrive, he calms down, and sits in the courtyard. the police arrive and he is able to tell them his name. we leave, knowing that the situation is in good hands.
we see an ambulance speeding towards the scene as we are leaving, and we wonder is that dude is gonna be ok. our concerns are put to rest when we see him in our dining hall the next day, staring at his food, grinning creepily.
long story short, if you decide to try and save a life, at least make sure that the dude isn't trippin' balls and go permanently insane due to your strange appearance.
short story short, i freaked that dude out.
lay off the 'shrooms
-Jizzy T
first day of classes/ honey pie
the first day of classes at uconn is very interesting now that i am not a freshman. looking down on the fools with their maps and the people who come prepared for an actual class. pa-shaw.
anyway, i had two classes this morning that were mostly uneventful, except for my history course, where my professor profusely reminded the entire class of their own mortality. he asked the class to try and remember their parent's names. easy enough. then, their grandparents and their great grandparents. naturally, people had trouble doing so. this, apparently, teaches us the importance of history by reminding us that even after two generations, our names are forgotten. what a dismal and morbid introduction to a history course. the class redeemed itself by having The Communist Manifesto as a required reading for the class. as a communist, this delights me to no end. the professor may also be a pinko-bastard, which makes this class seem like an easy "A."
fuck it.
also, yesterday was very successful for Hand?. Ren, Anders and myself finished writing the songs that we were working on, and now we only have to polish them for the show on the 4th. we also came up with some names for songs, and some onstage gimmicks that will make us laugh and make the audience confused. thats what we are going for, though. learn well the Hand? motto:
"All Style, No Substance."
thats all for now folks, time to eat 'zzas.
-Jizzy T (your honey pie)
anyway, i had two classes this morning that were mostly uneventful, except for my history course, where my professor profusely reminded the entire class of their own mortality. he asked the class to try and remember their parent's names. easy enough. then, their grandparents and their great grandparents. naturally, people had trouble doing so. this, apparently, teaches us the importance of history by reminding us that even after two generations, our names are forgotten. what a dismal and morbid introduction to a history course. the class redeemed itself by having The Communist Manifesto as a required reading for the class. as a communist, this delights me to no end. the professor may also be a pinko-bastard, which makes this class seem like an easy "A."
fuck it.
also, yesterday was very successful for Hand?. Ren, Anders and myself finished writing the songs that we were working on, and now we only have to polish them for the show on the 4th. we also came up with some names for songs, and some onstage gimmicks that will make us laugh and make the audience confused. thats what we are going for, though. learn well the Hand? motto:
"All Style, No Substance."
thats all for now folks, time to eat 'zzas.
-Jizzy T (your honey pie)
well, it happened
yup. i gots a blog. i have been wanting to record my thoughts and keep track of the things that happen to me. particularly the good things. until now i have been constantly forgetting things and re-telling pointless stories to people and it's bullshit. now i can just direct them to my blog, full of wondrous nothing.
anyway, about myself (jizzy t)
i am a student at the university of connecticut, who is currently pursuing philosophy. i am in a band (it's called Hand?) and i drink alot. i think that is what people would say if they were asked to describe me, but i also think that those three things may be related.
today was full of bullshit.
i had my bandmates anders and ren up to uconn to see my new place, and once the sun went down, uconn became a ghost town. perhaps it was due to the fact that classes start tomorrow. or the fact that it was a sunday, and all alcohol-fueled activities were shut down. i ended up walking all over campus looking for something to do, accomplishing nothing, and venturing to an aquaintance's apartment where LotR and BK were waiting for me. oh yeah, and beer. but it wasn't that great beer. so yeah.
now that i am living in a suite with three of my good friends from last year, i feel liberated. the couch in the living room of my mom's condo doesn't do much for the rebel inside. at least now i can walk around naked and have no shame. im mean, it's still gonna piss people off. i just care less, i guess. it's 3 am and i have class in less than 8 hours, so this post will be cut short. end.
ya'll mad pretty
-Jizzy T
anyway, about myself (jizzy t)
i am a student at the university of connecticut, who is currently pursuing philosophy. i am in a band (it's called Hand?) and i drink alot. i think that is what people would say if they were asked to describe me, but i also think that those three things may be related.
today was full of bullshit.
i had my bandmates anders and ren up to uconn to see my new place, and once the sun went down, uconn became a ghost town. perhaps it was due to the fact that classes start tomorrow. or the fact that it was a sunday, and all alcohol-fueled activities were shut down. i ended up walking all over campus looking for something to do, accomplishing nothing, and venturing to an aquaintance's apartment where LotR and BK were waiting for me. oh yeah, and beer. but it wasn't that great beer. so yeah.
now that i am living in a suite with three of my good friends from last year, i feel liberated. the couch in the living room of my mom's condo doesn't do much for the rebel inside. at least now i can walk around naked and have no shame. im mean, it's still gonna piss people off. i just care less, i guess. it's 3 am and i have class in less than 8 hours, so this post will be cut short. end.
ya'll mad pretty
-Jizzy T
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