Making the Most of My College Life

This past week, and I'm sure you noticed, I was unable to fulfill my weekly quota of four spectacular blog postings. (I do have the option of 10 average postings, but average is pretty mediocre... seriously... its like the definition.) Like I was saying, I was unable to fulfill my weekly quota because my professors thought it would be extremely awesome to load me down with 3 exams, 1 quiz, and 2 group projects. Ahhh... your college years really are the best years of your life, aren't they?

In light of my overwhelming work load, I had Thursday off. Then I pulled a fast one and hired someone to take my tests and do all my homework, then spent my Thursday sleeping. Juuusst kidding, I wish.

Not to be a downer, but to top off last week's awesomeness, my Twins lost. In three. To the Yankees. I hate the Yankees so much, seriously... SO MUCH. Here is a tale to corroborate my strong hatred of those pin-striped namby-pambies: Last year, Samantha and I (recall, UST friend and roommate) thought ourselves to be extremely intelligent entrepreneurs... and Yankee haters. We thought it best to expose our hidden business-savvy capabilities by ordering 500 shirts stamped with "Even Jesus Hates the Yankees" shirts on credit, because of course we couldn't afford it. And 100 would have been too few. Next, we roped my other friend Mara in to our franchise without her knowing.

I knew it would seem smart writing about my experience too, instead of just living it. Seems smart, doesn't it?

Cutting to the chase, we were selling these shirts for 20 bucks a pop... until we were arrested. Ok, not arrested, but ticketed by very nice Minneapolis officers who found it to be offensive that we were without a vendor permit... even though there are people out there selling meth without permits. We were the true criminals in their eyes. (I will not address what we were in the eye's of God today.)

Several other AWESOME things happened:

1) Originally, we thought the undercover policmen were fans of our shirts who were interested in a bulk purchase. wrong

2) it was 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius for those of you across the pond) and we were yelling at people to PLEASE buy our shirts in Minneapolis

3) a god-fearing woman told us to be ashamed because Jesus loves everyone; our bad

4) a guy, who was clearly an XL kind of dude, bought a Medium because the shirts were so awesome and we were fresh out of his regular size; he later had to be cut out of said shirt


5) none of us had a form of identification on us for our indictment... except for Sam, she took the bullet. see 5.5 for the effect of 5's cause.

5.5) i lost my only two friends. great.

6) the twins lost

Needless to say, we didn't make the amount of money we had anticipated, but we did manage to make enough to pay our shirt producer and our ticket. Above all, it was one of the most boisterous, entertaining nights of my life and I would do it again in a heart beat.


So... I'm real glad the Twins lost this past week. And that the Vikings lost last night. But hey... at least Brett Favre is faithful. Oh... wait.