The Big Question... Why?

So the question that has been posed to me by people after viewing my 6 page outline for this project here is why? Why would I spend at least the better part of the summer writing out these stories that are most likely never going to be read, probably not even by those who they are about? Well, there are a few reasons. First, at 25, I can say that everything that I've known for the last 6 years (meaning this group of people and BG itself) has changed and/or left for good including me. But there were so many good things about this group of friends that I've been having trouble ending that chapter of my life and moving onto whatever lies ahead. I really enjoy reliving the experiances of college. Now I know what you're saying, no shit everyone does. I get it. But I hope writing, and the process of gathering all these stories, will help me get through a rather rough time. Ok, so it's self-indulgent, you say, big friggin deal. And I'll give you that. But it was a conversation with my dad a few months back that solidified my resolve to do this. For the first time ever, we swapped college stories. He opened up on a level that we've never done and he admitted that not keeping up with his frat brothers and being able to have those memories has been one of his regrets over the years. And that was his advice for me, don't let those stories and memories fade away because of the people you knew and what they mean to all of you. And he's right. All the memories and people from BG are some of the things that I hold most dear in my heart. All of the good shit and the bad, I wouldn't change a damn thing that happened in those 6 years and I hope I'm not the only one who feels that way. That's why I'm doing it. To share my experiances while giving a testament to all of the people who have helped make me who I am, who have picked me up off the ground more times than I or they would like to count, who have become my family. That is why I plan on doing this. So while it may be self-indulgent, it's done out of love for my second family. And for a penchant to tell some great drunk stories.

I know I said this before...

...but the rigors of graduate school kinda required that I spent more time writing for classes than writing to tell some of the greatest stories ever told. However, I am research-free this summer so I will be writing. And writing. And writing.

But within the next few days I will write out why this project is so important to me and why I'd even want to undertake a project like this.

Until then, peace and caffeine,
Lunchbox

Back Again

After neglecting this blog for nearly a full year, blame is on school, the time is come to work again.
Obviously this is ridiculously nostalgic, but we'll carry on.

It has been forever...

...but I've been doing a lot of reminiscing recently so I expect to be writing some more in the very near future.

Unearthing documents

In the process of trying to find stuff to complete my taxes this year, I found a bunch of old stuff from my time in the dorms and had to share some from this one... Tim and I's roommate contract.
I'm pretty sure we went in there with the full purpose of fucking with our RA, Evan. At some point he picked up on it and began writing down all of the bullshit we were feeding him onto this official university document. He's a few of the good responses...

1. Our room will be kept
a. neat
b. In between
c. messy
Note: As long as messes are separate

14. Guests in our room are allowed to:
a. sit/use each other's bed
b. eat each other's food
c. use each other's personal belongings
d. use each other's computer
Note: porn will be kept in seperate folders for each person

16. If we have issues with each other's personal cleanliness, we will...
"I Will let him know."

18. If a conflict between arises, our plan of action will be...
"double-elimination sack race held on consecutive Sundays until a resolution is come to"

Just thought I'd share...

Because I'm an asshole...

Our Oracle...

Origins of Nicknames

For many of us that lived at the Village, and for those that did not, crazy and weird nicknames developed Some made sense, some...well...come from late nights, drunk stories, or plain love of certain things (like chocolate chip cookies) here are a few off the top of my head-stories pertaining to origins should come at a later date...
Lew - Lucifer, Lewisifer, Brad,Abortion hole *once again political incorrectness comes with the territory*, and Gaius Sentis Lupus
Dan - Lunchbox, Silent Bob, Rocky, Darkone, im forgetting a lot of explicit ones, but they are more general
Jacob -Jesus...pretty much it
Suzie (that's me!) -Gay (as in happy) Robot, Softbatch, The Muse, Floozy Suzie, and Scrappy Doo
Jay - The Muscly Armed Delivery boy, Jiggy, Jiggy Fly (blame Tim)
Tim- (he has a lot, mostly given to him, by him) T-Money, Timmy, Timmers, Timmy Timmy Tuskaninny, T-Mobile (for example), The Mechanic, and once again there are more...
Rubley- Thats it, nothing else..once in awhile Ginger
Barb- The Goddess
Gregory- Well Gregory..his real name is Jim..also Couch fucker, Jolly Green Giant...


This is just some of the many nicknames that are more commonly used. Some are so ingrained that we forget real names, as with Gregory, who has probably not been called by his actual name since 2002...Que Cera my friends

The theme song of the Village

All I can say is.....

How we came to be known...As the "Village of Sin"

Summer was ending, and Dan, Lew, Jacob, Jay, and Jason had decided to throw a welcome back to BG soiree for all of us who were unfortunate enough to spend their summers at home. The guys had recently moved into a kickass townhouse complex molded especially for college partying; cheaply built, low rent, and a couple hundred students cramped into units. It was anyone wanting a good time with a lower chance of getting in trouble's dream. But I digress.
The night was fairly laid back, and before everyone started showing up, Dan, Jason, Lew, Tim, Barb, and I were playing a laid back round of Hold'Em...kicking back with beer (for those over 21 of course), and goofing around. Everyone else was hanging around watching t.v., etc.
Before the real festivities started,a prodigal friend dropped in. Alex was his name, and the year before he was deep in our fold of infamy, then he found God and became a born-again Christian. In his mind that meant that he was to cast our friendships aside for more God-fearing individuals; needless to say his dropping in was a surprise. As he made his entrance, finding us gambling, drinking, swearing, and continuing our usual dirty conversations about sex, porn, the Pokey on a Cross (yes, a stuffed Pokey doll mounted on a wooden cross on the wall; we didn't claim to be good people here). He bellowed, Hey guys! How is everyone doing here in this denizen of sin. Meant as an insult, we all kept our mouths shut during this brief visit from our newly made christian friend who made continued insults to our ungodly lifestyles (which insulted some of us who were raised in strict christian homes), this meant that the moment he left; Lew and I began to vent, and poke fun at the insults. (We are horrible people when around one another) We started to joke about how he called us a denizen of sinners, and then we said we were more like a Village...The Village of Sin?? I then went and made a Big Ass Cardboard Sign that said "Welcome to the Village of Sin", complete with flames, and stick figures of people burning...and there began our two year stint at #60 C.H....otherwise known as The Village of Sin