Things I've Learned In The Past 2 Weeks

Here are some random things I've learned in the past 2 weeks now that I'm out living on my own.

1.) Grocery shopping is not much fun...and I have no idea what I'm looking for.
Wandering down the aisles in search of stuff that is both healthy and delicious is a more difficult task than I predicted.

2.) I have no idea how to cook, and I need to learn how to do so.
Soup and yogurt were ok for a while, but those got old quick. I can only eat so much clam chowder before it gets a bit boring. Yesterday I fixed this by cooking eggs and some chicken breasts for the week. Now I need to learn how to make some more advanced dishes to keep up the variety.

3.) A house is never truly clean.
It seems like I'm constantly cleaning and yet the house is always dirty. Having parties on the weekend doesn't help this one bit, and it actually lowers incentive to clean since I know the house will be destroyed by Sunday.

4.) The fact that my Mom always did my laundry and ironed my shirts was under-appreciated.
You don't realize how much time this can consume until no one is there to perform this menial task.

5.) It's not surprising that people become alcoholics when you have a fridge full of beer at all times.
When I open the fridge and there's a ton of beer staring at me, it's quite tempting to grab one rather than get some water or something. If I wasn't on a health kick this might have been a problem.

There are more lessons that I've learned but I'll save them for later.


Hodge Out

Half Conscious

I'm amazed that I'm even conscious right now. Stayed up far too late celebrating St. Patty's Day. Couple of us went to Shenanigan's and then we played drinking games back at the house. Probably got an hour of sleep or so before I had to get up for work. Can't wait till I can go home and crash hard.

Thought: I need to invest in a hooka sometime this week.

Move-In Status...

So the massive move-in occurred yesterday. Points for William, Evan and my Dad for helping me move all my pointless life-gear. I still lack a bed though (of all things, sheesh). My box spring is about 3 inches too wide for my Dad's Explorer and for the life of me I could not find a person with a truck and some free time. Better luck today then, eh? So it goes.

I stayed up till around 1 am trying to get my room into a semi-manageable state. I don't think I've forgotten anything important and it'll look fine once I have the time to put everything in its place. Also, need to install my Wi-Fi card so I can get connected to the Internet from home. I can see that people are posting on facebook through my emails but I lack the access at the moment.

No rest for the weary.

- Le Hodge

Packed for glory

Most of my room is packed and ready to go.

It's exciting to know that new experiences await, and I'm looking forward to having my own place where I can coordinate my plans for world domination. I'll be moving most of my stuff tomorrow...a chore I wish I didn't have to do. Namely breaking down my bed and reassembling it upon arrival. I've been trying to figure out all the stuff I need to buy/things I should take but I know I'll forget a few things. Such is life.

I hope I get some sleep tonight. Had trouble doing so last night since I let my mind wander for far too long. Hopefully this changeup will bring new light to my life.

A new dawn waits.

- Le Hodge

One of those days...

It's just one of those days. Another winter storm is rolling in to disrupt my usual weekend adventures. My boss even said, "It's gonna be one of those days..." Promptly thereafter I dropped my plate of lasagna that I had been cooking in the microwave, which spills all over the carpet hallway. Damnit to hell. The merch rep whose office is right next to the spill area laughed and said, "I think you're too late for the 5 second rule", which got a chuckle out of me.

In other news, it seems my base of operations is moving to the Bardstown area. Finally. Adam's roomie Zach is leaving for parts unknown so I get to take over his room. It's in prime location for bar hopping and I intend to take full advantage of the location. A bambi walk and a welcoming party are already in the works.

Super Smash bros comes out tomorrow night. Sooo ready. Too bad I don't own a Wii. Maybe I should consider investing in one.

Le Hodge

Let's go where the raptor goes...

Ah, weekends. You're always so nice when you're around, but you always leave the party too soon.

This weekend consisted of more drinking than usual. Enough that I was hungover both Saturday and Sunday morning, but not so much that I did anything stupid that requires apologies.

Friday I got a text from Adam at like 10 pm saying something to the effect of, "A few friends of mine are coming over for a few drinks if you wanna come over." So I finished my round of Team Fortress 2 and headed over with the thought that this was probably just a couple of dudes sitting around sipping on some bud light.

Not the case.

I get over there and proceed to play a thousand rounds of flipcup with somewhere around a dozen people. We empty the whole damn fridge of beer. We had backup beer and went through all that as well. Proctor showed up late out of the blue and we proceeded to win a couple of games of beer pong when I was in "smashed" mode. We pwn everyone at that game.

Saturday I spent the first half of the day hungover and/or playing more video games. I had no motivation to get anything done to be honest. I still did my gym workout (which is kicking my ass right now). My legs hurt in a way that I haven't felt since freshman year of high school when I played football. As for the latter half of the day, I went to see Semi-Pro with some friends. It was good, but not as good as Anchorman.

I then went over to the Lindsay abode to check up on the guitar hero crew. You guys should really center the game around beer pong/flipcup/drinking games of any sort. But I suppose if everyone likes guitar hero that much then it's ok. After that I went to Josh's for some pre-drinkage. I must say that Josh has the cutest baby beagle I've ever seen.

Then onward to the Electric Cowboy.

That place was packed. A few vodka shots and beers later I'm on the dance floor with assorted females.

The most curious bit was when I went to get a beer and got literally blocked off by some chick who then asked me to dance with her friend (who was obviously shy and blushed).
There are a few things that are wrong with this situation.
1.) If you're going to ask some random guy to dance with your friend, you'd better be somewhat attractive yourself. It's the power of reference. If a hot chick asks me to do something then I'm going to more prone to doing so than if some south-end redneck with a bad attitude asks me.
2.) I loathe the grinding associated with modern dancing. I'll still do it, provided I'm drunk. Conversely, I love to slow-dance, and I'd probably do that with almost anyone who asks me.
3.) You're preventing me from getting a beer by standing in my way. Time is ticking, and I could be dead sober at any moment. Make haste.

Needless to say, I just said "I'm sorry", smiled and walked around her. I felt a little bad, flattered and perplexed at the same time. I should have made some excuse like, "My girlfriend is waiting for me." but I was caught flat on my feet and I'm not a very good liar.

Such is life.

Hodge Out