Turkey Sandwich

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I went to the doctors office today because I am still feeling quite ill, and was diagnosed with mononucleosis, the kissing disease. And what do you know, the doctor can't do anything about it. There are no prescriptions or remedies for this illness, I just have to wait it out. He told me it could last from 1 to 4 weeks, just in time for Xmas break to end. I ran another fever last night, and this morning when I woke up, my throat was nearly swollen shut. Worst Christmas ever.

But on the bright side, I got some pretty sweet gifts. I didnt get a lot, but thats alright, I dont really expect to get a ton of gifts anymore. I mean, of course I got the usual, socks and underwear (which I enjoy getting), candy, gift cards, a ukulele. You know, the usual. Haha, yeah Trent and Abby bought me a ukulele for Christmas. I havent played it yet, but its right next to me waiting for the tickle of my fingers.

But my favorite gift of all is my Canon PowerShot SX10 IS. This is one awesome digital camera. I started reading the owners book it came with, but I just barely tapped into its capabilities. Im planning on reading that book for days until I know everything there is to know about this camera. Ive already discovered some pretty amazing features already, like the color accent and color replacement features. The color accent feature allows me to single out one color, take red for example, and turn everything else black and white. Its pretty cool. The other feature lets me turn one color into another. I took a pitcure of some trees in Trents back yard and turned them orange. I thought that was really neat. And Trent got a Nikon D60 from his parents, so we went out yesterday to the park and took some pictures.

By the way, this post has nothing to do with a turkey sandwich. And, my moms internet isnt that good, so this is the only picture it would allow me to upload. It with the color accent feature. Ill have more when Im able.

Still Sick

Well loyal readers, I apologize for not putting up anything interesting in the last week or so, Ive just been really sick. Im pretty sure its the flu, or maybe even a sinus infection, but either way its 8, going on 9 days that Ive had it. And its been getting worse the last couple of days, I dont even feel like moving from the couch. Im back at my moms house right now and she keeps telling me to go to the doctor, but Im stubborn and refuse. I figure that my doctor is only going to tell me what I already know (that Im sick) and charge me an arm and a leg for that bit of useless information. So, Ill just keep living off of Ibuprofen until I get better. I figure if Im not better by the day after Christmas, Ill go see a doctor, see what he has to say.

Official Christmas Break

Oy! Finally, Im on Christmas Break! I went back to school on Thursday to take my final exam on Saturday. I went back kind of early because we were supposed to get hit by a huge snow and ice storm that night and I didnt want to drive through it. But once I got back to school, I was really surprised at how many people were still on campus. Usually during finals week, everyone leaves like halfway during finals week, but apparently there were a ton of people with Saturday finals, like me.

My exam was pretty easy though. It was for Spanish 202 (my second time around in that class), my fifth semester in spanish. I started studying for the exam about two hours beforehand. I had an energy drink while studying and it was pretty effective, so I had another before my exam. Then afterwards, while driving home, I had one more energy drink. Thats a lot of energy. But I needed it because of the long, boring drive home.

But right after my exam, I had to go to my aunts house for a Christmas party. I only showed up about two hours late. But at least there was still some food left! So I did the usual: ate, we did some gift giving, then I played Rock Band with my cousins and sister and Trent for the rest of the night while my uncle got drunk and stunk up that basement because he gets bad gas when he has beer.

And now, Im staying at my dads house in Granger. And Ive been really sick all of last week. It sucks....hard. I think I caught the flu. Im not throwing up or anything but Ive gotten fevers and chills and aches every night since last Monday. I hate getting sick, and I rarely do, Im usually a pretty healthy person, but this one has lingered for far too long.

Anyways, thats just an update from the last few days.

Shay

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story: "Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the nin! th inning.' Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have e asily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!' Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!' Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball! high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay' Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay run to third!' As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team. 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!"

I Like You

I Love my car,
With its leather seats and cruise control.

I Love my job,
Its benefits and income are more than bearable.

I Love my house,
The hardwood floors and earthy tones are rather comforting.

I Love summer,
Everything seems so perfect and beautiful.

I Love cooking,
All that effort makes eating that much more enjoyable.

I Love singing,
My voice sounds terrific in the shower.

I Love snow,
The danger and possibilities have a clutch on me.

I Love ice cream,
Pretty much any flavor as long as its coffee flavored.

I Love music,
It can put you into any emotion you desire.

I Love these,
I Love those.

But you know what,
I Like You.



It seems that we are becoming desensitized to the word Love. We hear the word Love everyday, in even the simplest comments about the simplest things.

We've heard people say they love us since the day we were born. But it doesnt have that great of an impact anymore. We know that we will always be loved, but sometimes the people who love us dont even like us. So to hear them say, "I Like You" is so different and wonderful. Because, although they will always love you, in that instant....they Like You.

It Christmas Time!

Well, Im back home from school already. Technically, its still finals week back at school, and technically I still have one final exam to take, but its not until Saturday. So Ill head back to school sometime Friday, study a little, then take the exam Saturday afternoon. Then come back home.

But Im wondering if I shouldve come home this week, again I feel weird just crashing at peoples houses, Im at my sisters' apartement right now. I wish I still had a "home" though, now I consider ATO my home. But I basically just came back this week to help out the high school wrestlers, when Im home I help coach them.

But being home has got me into the Christmas spirit! Seeing all of the presents and lights and snow (or lackthereof) has reminded me that Christmas is near. And fearful that Christmas is near. I came back to Bremen with $14. Then I went to the store tonight and bought some PBJ, bread, and some beans to eat this week, I dont want to eat all of my sisters' food, so I decided to get something cheap to live off of. That set me back $5. So now I only have about $9 in my bank account. My selfish spending and poor planning this semester has left me with $9 for Christmas.

So I have no money for gifts. I feel bad that everyone is buying me all of these expensive gifts for Christmas that I will probably love, and I have nothing to give in return. Thats a horrible feeling. And I hate taking charity. In the past, Ive had my mom or dad buy some gifts for other people and put my name on it. I hate that. Sometimes I dont even know what it is. Thats not right. Thats hardley even a gift for that person, its more of gift to me. But I do have a couple of things in mind that dont involve gift giving, but giving nonetheless. Some tricks up my sleeve.

But anywho, I do love coming home for Christmas break to see my family and wrestle and eat some delicious Christmas dinners. Hopefully this will be a good Christmas.

Sketches Part II

We had to do 90 pages of sketches for the semester in my Drawing II class, I already posted some from the first half of the semester, but here are the rest. I had to do 45 more pages in the last 8 weeks......and I did 30 yesterday. It took quite a while. But anywho, here are some of the better ones. Enjoy! (Once again, if you click on the picture, it will enlarge)

Quick sketch for Old Man

Sketches for Sexy Girl

Experimenting with abstracts

Recreation from MDE-Art

My favorite

I dont know why I made her look anorexic, it was an accident

Another recreation from MDE-Art

Poor Decisions

A couple of days ago I blogged about how I like being young because I get to be stupid and make poor decisions. Well, I made one the other day. And it actually doesnt feel that great, actually I feel really stupid.

For lunch on Friday, I went to Harry's Chocolate Shop, one of the more popular bars on campus. Adam and I go nearly every Friday because they have a good lunch special and its just great being in that atmosphere, especially when its cold out. We are like regulars there on Friday afternoons, the waitress even knows us and expects us. But since it was the last Friday of the semester, we decided to invite several other guys in the house to join us. So I arrived there with Brad at about 1:30pm and met up with four other guys who had already been there a while, Adam was still at an exam.

When we got there, the guys already had a pitcher waiting for us, it was their third and couldnt finish it, so me and Brad took it. And usually when Adam and I go, we'll each have a beer with our lunch, or maybe even nothing, but since it was the last Friday, I decided to allow myself a couple more, but not enought to get drunk because I was taking a girl out later that night and I wanted to be prepared for it. So throughout our lunch, Brad ordered a couple more pitchers. Then Adam eventually came, and we ordered a couple more pitchers on top of that. I kept saying no more, but would cave in and finish my share. All in all, I think me and Brad had about 4 or 5 pitchers of beer. Thats a lot! We left Harrys at 5pm after being there for 3 and a half hours. Needless to say, I was gone.

So I had to pick up Christine at 7pm that night, we were going to a dance show in the art building, a show for the dance majors. She is on the Purdue Dance Team, so I thought she might be interested that. But anyways, once I got back to my room I started eating a bunch of crackers and drinking a ton of water to try and sober up. But I eventually fell asleep (passed out) on my couch at about 6pm. I was awaken by my buddies at 6:45, and I felt like I was in no shape to go anywhere. So I texted her that I couldnt go because I wasnt feeling well, but never sent it because that wouldve been really really crappy of me to cancel 15 minutes ahead of time. So before I left, I decided that I needed to get all of that crap out of me. So I went to bathroom and made myself purge. Once I got back to my room and got my teeth brushed, it was 6:57. I put on my coat and shoes and a ton of cologne, headed out the door, and sprinted to her dorm....I mean, I was at a full out sprint the whole way, which luckily isnt too far, only three or four miles. Ha, just kidding. But once we met up, I tried to play off that I wasnt drunk, but probably wasnt very convincing. I probably smelled like alcohol and vomit, and couldnt really walk straight. So as we were walking over to the art building, I confessed that I was still a little drunk from lunch and apologized, she just laughed and said it was fine, but who knows.

I sobered up during the dance show though. It was actually a pretty interesting show, and a lot shorter than I thought it would be. But anyways, as we were walking back I invited her back to ATO to hang out, and she agreed. So we talked for a while, then popped in a movie, then I walked her back.

But I feel really stupid that I got that drunk right before taking her out. I should have just stopped at the first pitcher. And I hope she doesnt think Im some big stupid fratboy drunk or something because she is a really sweet and really pretty girl. But anyways, theres one more lesson learned. Idiot award goes to me.

Drawing II Projects

So, the semester is finally over, I got all of my Drawing II projects done and Im about to turn them in for my final critique on Tuesday. But I thought I would share some of them with you before I turn them in. These are in chronological order, so they get progressively better.

Quick drawing of myself with charcoal
Created Scenary

Abstract

Clay hand using different media

Ok for this one we had to draw 4 animals and an object out of a hat, and combine them to make one crazy animal. I got a giraffe, praying mantis, pidgeon, shark, and a cake. This is what I came up with, it was silly but everyone loved it. (Not sure why that guy looks like Trent, I just created him from my head)

Pointillism of clay form(I almost went crazy drawing these hundreds of billions of dots)

Old man using marker and chalk

Sexy girl

Soon will be pics from my sketchbook (which I personally think are better), and some ceramics stuff.

Live to Dream, or Living a Dream

Disclaimer: I have never really written poetry before, or even read any for that matter, but lately I have been trying to get into it. Its really helping me to sort out my thought, its more of a creative way to express my thoughts and opinions. And I apologize if its too simpleminded or doesnt make sense, or is just really badly written, Im no pro at this.

But for today, I just basically started typing and came up with this.

Live to Dream, or Living a Dream

Somedays when we wake, the only thing we want is to go back to sleep.
We feel that we can't face the world, all it brings is pain and sorrow.
On this day, our dreams are the only thing which make us happy,

Our dreams can carry us away from the misery.
They fill us with emotion, they let us be content,
They evoke beautiful thoughts of the past and sweep us away from the present.

All we need in that moment is to get away.
Its like a drug trip, just a mode of transportation for the mind.

Once there, and only there, can we become happy, can we become whomever we want.

Then there are the days where life is a dream.
You want to stay in that moment forever.
No dream that has ever been dreamt can compare to the dream you are living.

You wish time would stand still,
You wish life was really this great,
You wish that tomorrow would never come.

Nothing could happen to dull the moment,
As fragile as we are in this moment, we feel like steel,
Thinking that even rust couldnt break us.

Emotion can be a funny thing,
It gives us the power to create our world or feel invincible in this.
It can change each day from living a dream, to living to dream.

The Reformation of the Sushi

Heres a Haiku I wrote while I couldnt sleep last night.


I have a poopage
But the radio is off
Silence makes me shy


Just a little bit of "occupational" humor from the "office".

My New Favorite Blog

Ive really been getting into my drawing class, trying to discover new techniques and subjects, and I happen to stumble across this blog. Its pretty amazing. Expect to see some work like this from me in the future.

Here it is.



Oh and by the way, the semester is almost over which means that Ill be posting some more pics from my sketchbook and projects here pretty soon. Im pretty excited to show some of the new stuff, some of it even amazes me! And Im my own biggest critic!

Im getting so old

I feel like Im getting old. I turn 22 in March. Twenty-two!! Then shortly after is 23. Which is nearly halfway to 50! Im almost 50 years old! Haha, ok I might be exaggerating a bit.

But seriously, I was thinking about this today, and I really dont want to turn 22. I dread the fact that everyday, I am one day closer to 22. I feel like when I turn 22, Ill have to grow up. But I dont want to grow up. I dont want to have responsibilities. I dont want to act mature. I like being young, making stupid decisions, having fun, dodging the real world. I still cant even believe Im 21 already, I feel like I just graduated from high school. And I dont feel any different from then, I feel like the same person as back then. I certainly dont act any different. Well, according to my dad, I dont act any different than a 5 year old though.

But, a couple of years ago, I had already realized that Im getting older, and I decided that Im not going to grow up.

I may grow old, but I wont grow up.

If you have ever met my grandpa Tom, you would know that he is the perfect example of this. He is, I believe, 68 years old, and he doesnt act much differently than me. He still likes to have fun and be goofy, popping his teeth out, making funny faces, being silly, and just enjoying life.

Alright, Im going to go off on a tangent here. But when I was younger, I used to spend about two or three weeks every summer down at my grandpas house. He lives down in southern Illinois, which is about six hours from my house, so I would only get to see him a couple of times a year. So for probably four of five years, I would live with him for a few weeks each summer. And I think that his personality rubbed off on me a little. I think that part of him had shaped who I am.

He is not a wealthy man. His whole house is about the same size as our kitchen and living room combined. He lives on a dirt road, out in the boonies, with a few old garages and barns around his house, and a bunch of, what he likes to call, "stuff." You may call it junk, but we refer to it as "stuff." His workshop is an old, gutted mobile home. He used to own two or three little Ford Festivas, and loved them terribly. Actually, I still think he has one, a newer one. And he knows every single person in town. And their brother. We would just be driving down the road, he would point to a house, tell me who lives there, who used to live there, who they are related to, where they work, how he knows them, and so on and so forth. He is also a recovered alcohol, and he could probably tell you to the day how long hes been sober. I think its been like twenty some or thirty some years. I have a huge amount of respect for that, that takes a strong will.

In those few years of spending time with my grandpa, I learned a lot, and Im still learning from him. I learned some things like how to drive a stick shift, how to ride a dirt bike, I rode my first motorcycle with him, and a ton of other little things. I distinctly remember him teaching me what a cliche is. I dont know, its one of those tiny memories that stick. But now that Im older and looking back, Im also realizing that Ive learned even more from him that I didnt even know I was being taught, or he even knew he was teaching. Like how to talk to people, strangers, how to treat them like people. Ive learned to not take life so seriously, because the things society thinks are important, really arent that important.

Ive learned how to be young, even when youre old.

But anywho, Im just saying, I dont really think I have to grow up quite yet. My grandpa hasnt, and he seems pretty happy. But I still dont wanna turn 22.

I forget EVERYTHING

Its true, I have the memory of a 98 year old. I seem to always forget just about everything: important dates, where things are, peoples names, even people Ive known for years. Yeah, things like that. When Im going anywhere with my friends, I always tell them to give me at least ten minutes before we leave so that I can find my keys, license, shoes, whatever. I will set them down somewhere and forget where I put them. Every single time. Ask any of my friends.

I forgot my friends first name, one of my friends in ATO. I always call him by his last name, and one night I could not, for the life of me, remember what his first name was. Its Matt, I was thinking it was Ryan.

The other day I sat next to a girl in class who Ive known since my freshman year of college, MaryAlice. I havent seen her much lately, maybe a few times in the last two years. But as we were talking, I was trying to think of how I even know her. I have no idea how I met this girl, not a clue. The earliest memory I have of her is I used to talk to her while she was working at the CoRec (Sports Center at Purdue) before I would work out. Im sure I didnt meet her there, I dont just meet people that way.

And my poor memorization often gets me into trouble.

Last night I was laying in bed (couch) doing my usual two hours of thinking before I fall asleep when I realized that I forgot to register for classes for next semester. I was given one day to register, December 4th, and it completely slipped my mind. I already missed the first deadline, a whole week in early November dedicated to signing up for classes.....I forgot. I forgot a whole week. Then I kept forgetting to make an appointment with my advisor. And now, most of the classes I need to take are full, so Im not really sure what to do.

Also, I still havent paid rent this semester. And now they are considering encumbering my registration. That means that I wont be allowed to register for classes until I pay that money. Which, now I dont have enough money for the whole semester. So Im not sure what Im going to do. Its not that I refused to pay it, well I did for a while when I thought I was getting evicted, but its just that I usually cant find my checkbook, or when I do have it in my hands, about ready to write the check, my mind wanders elsewhere for a second and I dont come back to it until a month later.

Actually, Im starting to think that I have a severe case of ADD or something.

I cant study. I will go to the library for maybe 4 or 5 hours and only get about 20 minutes of studying in. The rest of the time, Im just thinking about other things, or playing with my pencil or something. I will sit there, focus hard for about 2 whole minutes, then my mind wanders for about 10 minutes and I will completely forget about studying.

Most people would call me irresponsible. I just dont remember to do things. Its horrible, really.

Stacee texted me last night and told me I forgot to take her out last night. I promised to take her out earlier in the week.

Im actually pretty pissed at myself for being so forgetful. Its sucks being like this. And its probably only going to get worse.

Music Pt. III

So a couple of days ago I read Todds post on music, and then Trents post about the subject, and it has also got me thinking. It was a pretty good post about how when he was younger he always took music lessons, like piano lessons, and they would grade him on how well he could follow the sheet music, and how strikingly different it is now that he plays in the worship band and can just create the music as it comes. But the other day we had an impromptu concert at his house with me on the mountain dulcimer, Trent on the guitar, and Todd on the piano. We were just playing basically the same chords, but had no clue where we were going with it, freely playing as we went along. And you know what? It sounded pretty amazing, the concert turned out really well. Todds aunt even sent me an email saying how beautiful our concert was.

But what got me about Todds post was how this applies to our lives. Society has us playing sheet music, telling us exactly how to live our lives with no exceptions. And if we dont succeed on societies way of life, then we fail, just like if you dont play music exactly like its written, you fail. But if you can just create your own music with no boundaries or exceptions, you never know what you can create. It could turn out to be something beautiful, like our impromptu concert.

I was walking to class the other day, just listening to my ipod and dodging cars, when it hit me. No, not a car, a thought. Somewhere in the past couple of years, I have been creating my own music in life. I feel like I have been living an impromptu life. When I graduated high school, I had my whole life planned out. I was going to get a masters degree in mechanical engineering, find a wife in college, buy a brand new Jeep Wrangler after graduation, make $75K a year after college, have 2 children, a pool house, and live the perfect life. My life was just sheet music. But later on, I dont know if it was just common sense that kicked in or what, but I have completely changed my views on life now. I could have reached that goal though. I could have put all of my efforts in for that masters degree and Jeep Wrangler. But now, I am living life as it comes. I am a senior in college now, and I still have no idea what Im going to do or where Im gonna go. And honestly, I dont care. Its actually pretty exciting. Everyday is a blank canvas for me. I can create any scene I would like. Currently, my only set backs are graduation, I would like to graduate college eventually, and student loans, I need to make enough money after graduation to pay those. But other than those two things, I can do whatever I want. I can play whatever chords I feel like playing. Thats what hit me the other day, not a bus, although I have been close a time or two, those drivers just dont care.

Shenanigans

Last year I had two roommates in the fraternity, Adam and Cam. And Adam and I would always play pranks on Cam, and they just kept getting worse and worse, and more creative. Actually, we started playing pranks on Cam even before we lived in the house. At first we started off with little things like putting his things in Jell-O or taping all of his possessions to the wall or ceiling, but then we got to more creative ideas. Its not like we dont like him or anything, hes just really easy to prank, and hes not creative or brave enough to get us back. But Id like to tell you about some of the things we've done to him.

The first big one I remember pulling was before Adam and I lived in the house, but Cam did. One weekend Cam went home to see his girlfriend, which kind of upset Adam and I because neither of us really liked her. So while he was gone, we figured it was the perfect time to pull a prank on him. We went to the store Priscillas, which is like one of those adult stores, and bought a gay porno magazine. I had to be the one to go up and pay for it, Adam absolutely refused. So we went back to the house and broke into his room. Once we got in, we ripped out all of the pages of the magazine, there were hundreds of pages of naked dudes, and hid them all over his room. I mean, we hid these things EVERYWHERE. We hid them in his bed, in his pillow case, his cereal, laundry detergent, behind his posters, in his books, in his clothes, everywhere! Once he got back, he found out what had happened and went on a search for them all. He found most of them right away, but still kept finding them weeks later. The very last one that was found was after he had moved out and the next guy, Brady, was moving in. Bradys dad discovered one while moving some old stuff around. Very funny.

Another small one included taking his towel while he was showering, which turned out bad for Adam because once Cam got back to the room, he chased us around naked and rubbed his balls on Adam. Bad news for Adam.

The next big one involved his vehicle. We put his car up for sell on craigslist, a 2004 Chevy Trailblazer, for $3500. I forget exactly what the discription said, but it was something like he needed to sell it quickly because he was leaving the country for a job and money was really no object. And we put his cell phone number on there so they would call him right away. Needless to say, he got a ton of phone calls. I think he ended up getting like 20 calls in the first ten minutes. But shortly after the sale was posted, they shut it down because it was fake, so Adam and I started calling a bunch of people having them call Cam about his truck. I even called my grandpa, who got a hold of Cam, and refused to accept the fact that the sale was a prank, my grandpa kept saying he needed it for his grandson. That was great.

Shortly after, we did another craigslist prank, putting his picture and information on the Men seeking Men section. I believe he got a few calls from that too.

Other small pranks. Adam got on Cams computer, onto Microsoft Word, and AutoCorrected the word "and" to say "Cam is gay". So everytime Cam would type the word and, it would automatically turn into Cam is gay.

We also signed him up for a Playboy tryout at Purdue. Playboy was in town trying to recruit girls for a special Big Ten edition, so we signed him up for a tryout.

We have signed him up for many online newsletters.

One prank that I am in the process of pulling is pretty creative too. I wrote a note saying, "Im terribly sorry, but I have smashed into you car. I have gone to the hospital to get my injuries checked out. Call me and we can work out a cash settlement, I dont have much money but I will help any way that I can. Call me at ************* and ask for Cam. Again, Im very sorry this happened." I made 50 copies of that and plan on putting them on 50 cars around campus. Some people think it wont work, since there will be no visible damage to the car. But I think that if I got that on my car, I would call and see whats up.

We have several other creative ideas, but havent gotten around to doing them yet. So there you have it, there are some of the shenanigans I get into with my friends.