freedom!
i think one of the best feelings in the world is the one you get the moment you turn in a huge paper/test/project/whatever. suddenly, that burden that has been depressing you for the past couple of weeks is gone, and life is so much the better for it. course, in my case this feeling is tempered by the knowledge that i am almost certain to get a bad grade, but c'est le vie (i took spanish for my language requirement, so if that isn't spelled right, write your congressman). the main thing is, it's done. if the sun isn't quite shining, at least it's stopped raining, i'm going to see flogging molly tomorrow, and i got to see my roommate get a cup full of water poured on his head last night. life is good.
this has been bothering me for a while- why is it that when guys join frats, they start dressing like pussies? i know that this isn't exactly a new revelation, but a bunch of guys that i knew first semester, who actually had some sense of style, or at least seemed to be comfortable with what they were wearing, now constantly don polo shirts, vests, and other strange clothing. worst of all, they now only were pastel colors, pink in particular. some guys, this isn't that big of a deal- tom on my floor for example (gay? bi? just testosterone challenged?). but when a guy who first semester seemed to have come straight from the farm, with john deer hats, well-worn jeans, and comfortable jeans starts wearing slacks, a pink striped polo shirt, and and a white long sleeved shirt underneath, something is wrong. what ever happened to the frat brother who actually was a brother? who cared more about partying than looking good? who, upon waking up late for class after a kegger, didn't need to spend 20 minutes with the mirror making sure his hair was suitably mussed up and that his 5 o'clock shadow was just scruffy enough? if i wanted to see girls, i could go to the chi o's. i look to the frats for male guidance. they are supposed to be the ideal- all day spent drinking, playing pool, drinking, napping, drinking, macking on the sororities, drinking, and drinking. give me bluto, and otter, and blue, and all the other true brothers. the punks i see on campus now can go join a sorority if they want to stay greek.
this has been bothering me for a while- why is it that when guys join frats, they start dressing like pussies? i know that this isn't exactly a new revelation, but a bunch of guys that i knew first semester, who actually had some sense of style, or at least seemed to be comfortable with what they were wearing, now constantly don polo shirts, vests, and other strange clothing. worst of all, they now only were pastel colors, pink in particular. some guys, this isn't that big of a deal- tom on my floor for example (gay? bi? just testosterone challenged?). but when a guy who first semester seemed to have come straight from the farm, with john deer hats, well-worn jeans, and comfortable jeans starts wearing slacks, a pink striped polo shirt, and and a white long sleeved shirt underneath, something is wrong. what ever happened to the frat brother who actually was a brother? who cared more about partying than looking good? who, upon waking up late for class after a kegger, didn't need to spend 20 minutes with the mirror making sure his hair was suitably mussed up and that his 5 o'clock shadow was just scruffy enough? if i wanted to see girls, i could go to the chi o's. i look to the frats for male guidance. they are supposed to be the ideal- all day spent drinking, playing pool, drinking, napping, drinking, macking on the sororities, drinking, and drinking. give me bluto, and otter, and blue, and all the other true brothers. the punks i see on campus now can go join a sorority if they want to stay greek.
posted by Danimal at
3:06 PM
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I take credit for your enjoyment of seeing the resident Equedorian soaked at 3am. You can thank me by either monitary or fooditary means.
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Jaya, at 5:03 PM CST
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