YOU ARE NOT YOUR OWN

A lot of people know I went to Texas A&M. However, what a lot of people don't know is that for my Freshman year of college I attended Texas A&M University of Galveston. Yes, before I transferred to the capital of burritos, Redwing boots, oily baseball caps, and Robert Earl Keen... I spent two semesters on the beautiful beach side resort of Pelican Island (hint: read some serious sarcasm into this last statement). Anyway here are two MORE absolutely true stories from that wonderful period of my life I like to call... "What on earth was I thinking?"

STORY #3
I had a roommate (suite-mate actually but we're guys so we never used those words around each other) named Chris. Chris liked to (how do I say it?) get sloshing drunk on the weekends. By weekends I mean Thursday night because everyone knows you can skip Friday classes and still pass right? Anyway, one night after one of the craziest parties I've ever witnessed, what seemed to be a gallon of Everclear, and maybe a few "green cigarettes", Chris was done. Chris and Brian had stacked their beds on top of one another to make bunk beds on their side of the room. Well Chris slept on the top bunk. That night around 2am Chris fell out of his bed while asleep and on his way down hit the side of his face on the corner of their desk. Blood spatter was everywhere. I'm talking major CSI stuff here. Well he was still so "out of it" it didn't even faze him. I wake up the next morning and see blood everywhere. I track the blood to him and discover what appears to be the Elephant Man sleeping in his bed. His cheek was so swollen it looked like he had another head. As soon as he began to wake up he started moaning and wailing. The dude really needed to go to the hospital but for some reason he didn't want them testing his blood (hmmm). We all laughed at him for the next day or two cause he couldn't eat anything.

STORY #4
You know how at the beginning of the semester while living in a dorm you have to perform a "checklist" of what all is wrong with the dorm room, that way at the end of the semester when they find something broken they know if it was you or if it was already like that? Our room was great, nothing was wrong with it. Well we knew we were going to be getting a dart board when we did our checklist so we wrote on there, "One wall has thousands of little holes in it. It looks as if someone had a dart board and they weren't very good." Needless to say when we moved out there they were, thousands of little holes in the wall.