<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:15:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a bunch of random thoughts and stories to pass the time while I'm here at college</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-8204389484534631410</id><published>2008-01-13T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:39:06.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Scott and I were at a friend's room down the hall watching the end of the Patriots game, and Will came in, since he had been out with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yo, wheres Ryan at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will - Wherever the weed is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is looking pretty promising...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-8204389484534631410?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/8204389484534631410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=8204389484534631410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/8204389484534631410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/8204389484534631410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2008/01/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-3123452447587051463</id><published>2008-01-12T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:32:40.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skool</title><content type='html'>So I'm back in CS, and actually received some response from people I didn't even know knew of this blog, requesting some updates. Fear not, aided with a recent prescription of adderall, I plan on making a series of possibly interesting hopefully humorous stories, obviously including the two I have talked about before, also some stuff that happened to me ( hard to believe, I know) over the break. Another sneak peek, I was close to getting charged with possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories soon, I know I keep saying it, but this time I mean it, sorry for the wait. I'm also typing up an interview I recently did with the Reign Supreme vocalist, Jay, and I might post a sneak peek (I'm a big fan of sneak peeks) here, with a few selected parts of the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats it for now, I gotta get back to actually typing up the interview, as well as writing a letter to a pen pal, which is pretty refreshing and stressful at the same time. It's cool, cause I mean honestly, I can't remember the last time I wrote an actual hand written letter, but that is also not cool, cause I don't even know what to write to a person I don't even know. Either way, I recommend it, the internet is overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-3123452447587051463?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/3123452447587051463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=3123452447587051463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/3123452447587051463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/3123452447587051463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2008/01/skool.html' title='Skool'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-6243824651992002612</id><published>2007-12-24T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:42:23.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moviezzz</title><content type='html'>I am waiting to collaborate with Scott for the two MAJOR stories I have left, with some pictures available for the 2nd one, since I want to get the story right, so here are some more movie reviews to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Eve everyone, and remember, Jesus is the Reason for the Season. Keep Christ In Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Country For Old Men - Wow, what a movie. My dad didn't like the ending, but I didn't really expect him to, he's more into just the plot, not into movies that make you think. Not to take away from him or anything, but I love movies like this. This is really a great PICTURE, and probably one of the best movies I've seen in theaters. The theme is something I can relate to, even at a young age. I enjoyed it, and would highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Wilson's War - Both serious and funny, this movie doesn't really seem to figure out which it wanted to be, but it was good at both. The war sequences are beyond laughable however, which I just couldn't even understand. Not too bad, better than I would have thought, and for free and seeing it with relatives, a good experience. Also, SYG was playing over the intercom in NACOGDOCHES, TX. My grandpa and dad didn't really care for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Booth - Not bad, but I think SAW did a better job of the moral of the story, if you can believe that. Decent rental I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale Rider - Weak western, weak Eastwood movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yojimbo - Samurai movie that A Fistfull of Dollars was based on. Not bad, obviously not quality cinematography, and Scott made fun of me for watching this. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown - Awesome movie, maybe Nicholson's best acting? The writing on this was great, it just kept developing and developing. The ending was a little weak, but still, great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the b9 had a thread with sendspace links for Pitchfork's top 100 albums of the year, and top 100 60's songs...time to clear out some memory space, or get a new external harddrive I guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-6243824651992002612?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/6243824651992002612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=6243824651992002612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/6243824651992002612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/6243824651992002612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/12/moviezzz.html' title='Moviezzz'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-4697948859824085844</id><published>2007-12-06T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:46:34.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intranetz</title><content type='html'>Out of nowhere just now, Will informed Scott and I that he and Ryan had signed me up on eHarmony.com. Not only that, but they found me a match, a 5'6 Hispanic girl (that's a must), who drinks once a week and is not religious or spiritual. He's in the living room right now messaging her and trying to get a picture of her, since you have to pay to see it on the site or something. I'm sure there will be updates to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Harsh Truth Fanzine #1 is finally out, first press is 50 copies. It's not too bad, glad it's finally out, and the second issue will be even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-4697948859824085844?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/4697948859824085844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=4697948859824085844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/4697948859824085844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/4697948859824085844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/12/intranetz.html' title='The Intranetz'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-9185255645823224915</id><published>2007-12-05T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:40:46.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, so here's the big update. So sometime early this afternoon, I forget when exactly, I'm in the room with Scott and I say I'm going to take a shower, since I hadn't taken on last night or this morning, and one a day is the minimum. He was like "ahh" cause he said he was about to take one, but I didn't care and told him to take one later, you snooze you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in there, and I turn the water on to get hot, and sit on the toilet to do my business. He then tries to get in. What I mean by that is that Scott is a sneaky dude, and has found a way to get into the restroom even though it is locked, he can somehow open it anyway. I haven't tried to find out how he does it, but I probably should. So to continue, he tries that twice, and obviously I'm a little weirded out by that. So I get into the shower, nice and hot right, and I'm lathering up some shampoo on my huge nest of hair. The next thing I know, ice cold water is being thrown on my person. I yell, probably like a little girl, and jump out of the way, as chocolate syrup comes pouring out of nowhere, and somehow the shower curtain comes down. Scott had opened up the door, and enlisted Ryan and Will, who had wielded the syrup, in a ambush attempt on myself. So there I am, freezing, standing there with no curtain up, and syrup all on my head, even though I had missed most of it. Turns out Will had also gotten it on the ceiling and toilet somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/R1d8J9FFa-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/s_2_DGt3FVk/s1600-h/P1000517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/R1d8J9FFa-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/s_2_DGt3FVk/s320/P1000517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140714010123267042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We take some pictures, they get out, I continue taking my shower and am laughing about it, when some pasta sauce of Scott's that I swear has been in the refrigerator for at least a month comes flying over the curtain and hits me. So I got to completely redo my shower routine, plus the wall was covered. Unfortunately we didn't get any pictures of that, but it looked like a garbage disposal had just chunked all of its contents onto the shower walls. It also made the room smell terrible, and we had the fans running the entire afternoon. In addition, the curtain is even more messed up than it was previously. After the sauce, I showered the rest of the time with the curtain halfway open. I will never feel safe ever again. Are there no personal privacy havens left in this world? Is nothing sacred?&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/R1d8sNFFbAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MeaET8omK4Y/s1600-h/P1000518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/R1d8sNFFbAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MeaET8omK4Y/s320/P1000518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140714598533786626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/R1d809FFbBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJZXCHNk1Yo/s1600-h/P1000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/R1d809FFbBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SJZXCHNk1Yo/s320/P1000519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140714748857642002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-9185255645823224915?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/9185255645823224915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=9185255645823224915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/9185255645823224915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/9185255645823224915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/12/alright-so-heres-big-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/R1d8J9FFa-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/s_2_DGt3FVk/s72-c/P1000517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-8653859137497082650</id><published>2007-12-05T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:20:16.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission</title><content type='html'>So I will be posting a pretty good story, this time something that just happened to me, later on tonight, but right now I'm just gonna review some movies that I've watched over this semester using Netflix. Unfortunately, it doesn't have a list of movies I've previously viewed, so I'm going to have to go by memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tess - Based on the book Tess of the D'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy, which I read in high school, so I decided to pick it up. It clocked in at over 3 hours, since it is an exact copy of the book, so I only skimmed through it. Not too bad, but even I couldn't put up with the length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran - Samurai version of Macbeth, apparently directed by a famous Japanese director, not too bad, obviously a good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: It is actually King Lear, but I did just add the Japanese version of Macbeth to my queue, Throne of Blood...can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Only - Major selling point here...Jennifer Love Hewitt is banging in this movie. Explores the theme of what it really means to love somebody, and if you got a second chance, would you really love them if you didn't before? The story is a little unbelievable, but I'm a sucker for cheesy romances I guess. Not that bad of a pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Hall - Always been meaning to pick this up, and thankfully I finally did. This movie paints a great picture of a normal romance, plus Allen's humor is pretty refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blade Runner - Saw this when I was a kid when my dad watched it, but couldn't really remember what it was about, so I added it to my queue. Not that great of a story, but the setting and mood is awesome, plus you can't really go wrong with Harrison Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathless - I doubt anyone I know would really like this, but it's a French new wave film about a French criminal running from the law who stops in Paris to try to get an American woman to flee with him to Italy. It is pretty different when compared to normal movies, but I liked it for what it was, more of an art film than a standard movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Mountain - Great story involving the Civil War. I always like movies that paint a picture, not just tell a story, and I thought this movie did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozart and the Whale - A pretty original story here, it's about a guy and girl who both have Asperger's Syndrome, and how they cope with it. Josh Hartnett actually does a great job of acting here. I really liked this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Waterfront - I coulda been a contender! Need I say more? Brando at his best, probably better than The Godfather. Great story about a dockworker standing up to the mob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Weeks Later - In the first one, you could overlook the story, because it was more about the mood, but in this one, it's just too much. Nothing new about the atmosphere or directing, but worse plot, not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopgirl - Among the many actresses that I love, Claire Danes is pretty high up there, which is the only reason I got this. This was written by Steve Martin, who also acts in it, and his message is a little cheesy, but it's still a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit 9/11 - Don't really need to explain the movie or why I got it. Also, I didn't need to watch it to know that our president is a moron, but this just reinforced that idea. Good movie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett - Great movie about being true to oneself and finding something to fight for. The story of King Henry II and his advisory, Thomas Beckett. Both actors, Peter O'Toole and Richard Burton, were nominated for Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Noon - Movie dealing with whether sometimes you should run, or stand and fight. Plus it's a western, so you can't really go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Drive - same as Blade Runner, not really a great story, but a cult favorite. Awesome acting by De Niro, and great scenery and directing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Resident Evils - Only reason I rented these was Milla Jovovich. And that is the only reason you should rent these too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fifth Element - Same as above, except this one actually has a good plot, and interesting imagery and style. Chris Tucker turns this one from should rent to must see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog Day Afternoon - True story about a bank robbery gone wrong, with Pacino acting. Won an Oscar for screenplay, never gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Samurai - The basis for The Magnificent Seven...where to begin? This movie invented and started so many things seen in movies today. Obviously, compared to today's movies, it's not that great, but I loved it. Among the many firsts, this movie had the reluctant hero, slow motion action sequences, a recruitment of a group of heros, among many other things. Great movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dial M For Murder - An under appreciated Hitchcock movie. You know what to expect here, suspense and intrigue, as a man tries to have his wife murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbia - For being a Rear Window knockoff, it wasn't too bad. The hot girl made it bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet - This is the Branagh version, and really the only one that matters. This isn't for the faint of heart, since it is the entire play. Awesome vision and acting, and since it's my favorite Shakespeare play, this is also one of my favorite movies, and I would definitely recommend picking this up if you have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fracture - Not a whole lot to this, a battle of wits between a man who apparently obviously committed a crime, and the prosecutor with a little baggage who tries to take him down. Too bad I figured out the solution to the plot twist the second it happened, but still, it was a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to conclude this blog by saying that BABEL IS THE BIGGEST PIECE OF SHIT MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. I would definitely NOT recommend it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-8653859137497082650?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/8653859137497082650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=8653859137497082650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/8653859137497082650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/8653859137497082650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/12/intermission.html' title='Intermission'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-304632964557697641</id><published>2007-12-04T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:52:01.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>You and Joel are like watching two horny girls fight over who gets to use the vibrator first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Will's description of mine and Scott's relationship, which he told us while he was high and writing messages to a female friend of ours in Cali....nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ryan got a 56 out of 80 on that exam I told you about earlier, and raised his grade, almost to an A, from what I understand. In other news, there is no God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-304632964557697641?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/304632964557697641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=304632964557697641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/304632964557697641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/304632964557697641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-4258359147738944552</id><published>2007-12-03T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:48:31.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh Ryan....</title><content type='html'>Just now, as Ryan was walking to take a shower, he asks me to "guess what". Obviously I have no clue, give the obligatory "I don't know, what" answer, and then get this little golden nugget. He took an exam today, in chemistry, knew 0 out of 40 questions, because he forgot the exam was today, and he had slept from 6 last night to 7 this morning. I asked him why he did that, he said he was keeping it real, I said that was stupid, and then he told me that sometimes keeping it real goes wrong. I guess that's a pretty accurate statement, so I just let it go after that. I just hope he's back here next semester...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-4258359147738944552?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/4258359147738944552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=4258359147738944552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/4258359147738944552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/4258359147738944552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/12/ohhh-ryan.html' title='Ohhh Ryan....'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-7967821443186620798</id><published>2007-12-02T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:49:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise</title><content type='html'>New updates next week after finals are over. I'll go over with Scott and get all the stories posted, plus some stuff not related to our roommates that is interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little teaser, or I guess short story, actually. Will and Ryan went to Austin Friday night or Saturday morning, I forget which, after a pretty sweet party that I'll talk about later, and they got back today around 1, and the first thing that Will says is "I just sobered up about 30 minutes ago". Ridiculous. I've got more pics, got more stories, just need more time to type them all up. Read all the blogs in my list on the right in the meantime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-7967821443186620798?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/7967821443186620798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=7967821443186620798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/7967821443186620798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/7967821443186620798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-promise.html' title='I promise'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-6442615663842371490</id><published>2007-11-27T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:56:08.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Will be coming shortly. I have lots of pictures to post, and thoughts and stories to share, but at the moment I'm trying to save this semester from complete and utter ruin and disaster. It's kind of a bummer, this one was looking to be a little promising, but nope, not looking like it's going to be a good one after all. I guess there's always next semester? More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you a little preview...we now have a love mattress in our living room...stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-6442615663842371490?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/6442615663842371490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=6442615663842371490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/6442615663842371490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/6442615663842371490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-5802586690976566503</id><published>2007-11-12T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:00:35.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Heaters</title><content type='html'>Maybe one of the most undervalued pieces of technology ever? Think about how much life would suck if we didn't have hot water. No one would shower, people would smell like crap. You couldn't properly wash dishes, etc. Scott and Will just learned this lesson the hard way. You never know what ya got, till its gone. Also, I'm pretty sure their shrieks of terror as they both tried to take quick showers are going to haunt me for the rest of my life...I wish I could post audio files or something so you would know what I am talking about. I had to put up with tons of screaming for about 4 minutes each, and Will observed that he was as big as a 3 year old...great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-5802586690976566503?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/5802586690976566503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=5802586690976566503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/5802586690976566503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/5802586690976566503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/11/water-heaters.html' title='Water Heaters'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-2899572272386605857</id><published>2007-11-11T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:43:02.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/RzfLHPB66wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ByfgIiTgAMM/s1600-h/P1000483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/RzfLHPB66wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ByfgIiTgAMM/s320/P1000483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131793625566079746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let this picture speak for itself. Everyone, meet my roommate Will. He was trying to whack it in the living room, a big no no in our dorm as far as we are concerned, so Scott decided to go out there with my camera and catch him in the act. I guess Scott wasn't fast enough, so Will had enough time to collect himself and give himself a little dignity while at the same time maintaining a sense of classiness that he always seems to keep around him. A+ picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ryan just left his computer up, unlocked, and he is in Houston. Time to work my magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-2899572272386605857?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/2899572272386605857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=2899572272386605857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/2899572272386605857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/2899572272386605857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-just-let-this-picture-speak-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-BNpjyHgFzU/RzfLHPB66wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ByfgIiTgAMM/s72-c/P1000483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-3176832555462351873</id><published>2007-11-09T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:35:31.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Hijinks pt. deux</title><content type='html'>I forgot to add this part, so it's not really an update. Lacey, in a valiant effort to regain her 30 dollars she had to spend to buy new shower curtains and a rug, asked Ryan for the money, since it was obviously his fault. He told her that he had already bought them a rug, which they refused, but that he would gladly pay for the rug. She wanted him to pay for the curtain too, so thats when things went real sour. His opinion was that they could have just washed both the rug and the curtain, and not had to pay anything or buy anything new, but apparently Chelsea would have none of that, so she wanted it all gone, so they bought new things. In his opinion, he didn't ruin it, so she wasn't getting his money. It seems the old adage "desperate times call for desperate measures" never held as much weight as it did now, since Chelsea then resorted to having her mother call both Will and Ryan's parents. Not only did her mother inform Ryan's mother what had happened that night, she also relayed information of events that portrayed Ryan as a trouble maker and drunk, to say the least. Ryan however, as I hope you have already surmised, is no dimwit. He had heard of Lacey's plan, and in a brilliant strategic maneuver, had headed off her parents and called his first, explaining that he was sick, and that this girl was a crazy idiot. That is where we are at right now, with Lacey's attempt at parental intervention thwarted and the money still not delivered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-3176832555462351873?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/3176832555462351873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=3176832555462351873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/3176832555462351873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/3176832555462351873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-hijinks-pt-deux.html' title='Halloween Hijinks pt. deux'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-8192918628506182511</id><published>2007-11-08T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:28:27.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers, and how to use them</title><content type='html'>Lesson #1-always shut down your computer, and have a password set up, so that your roommates can not find out that you have left your computer just lying around after you went to class, and then they can get on and put beastiality porn as your background and mess with your facebook. Will is about to learn this lesson the hard way. Ladies and Gentlemen, please take note, do not, I repeat, do not, make the mistake that my roommate Will just made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just part 1 in a multi-part series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: it is 2:30 am, he got back from class, and almost immediately we went out, I came back at like 1, but he is still out. Long story short, he hasn't looked at his computer yet. wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-8192918628506182511?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/8192918628506182511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=8192918628506182511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/8192918628506182511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/8192918628506182511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/11/computers-and-how-to-use-them.html' title='Computers, and how to use them'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-2609197671847489217</id><published>2007-11-08T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:43:30.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Hijinks</title><content type='html'>Well, it's only been two days, and I already have new material, or rather, and update to a story that has already happened that I planned on writing about anyway, so this is the next story I'm going to tell. I'm just gonna go ahead and pull a Tarantino and give you the punchline right away..."We will talk to them and negotiate." Ok, so working backwards, the story started a week ago, Halloween night. My two roommates, obviously, and some girls down the hall, along with our next door neighbors and their next door neighbors, were all going out to some party. We're all friends, so its not like it was just a random group trying to find a party. Anyway, first off, Ryan and Will were going out in bathrobes, that was their getup, so to speak. Where they got these bathrobes, I'll never know, but if memory serves me correctly, they also added some shades into the mix. So they all get out to the parking garage, get in their cars, ask the person they thought knew where the party was, where it was exactly, and of course it turns out that he thought they knew where the party was...so they're stumped, just sitting out there in the parking lot, looking like a bunch of bums and sluts. Eventually one of them locates a party, and they're off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lots of dancing and drinking is involved naturally, and then the cops come, and Will decides to jump the fence, but everyone else stays. While I might question why he was being a paranoid bitch, I gotta give him props for playing it safe rather than taking a chance of getting an MIP or worse, so good call buddy. So one of my roommates is running across a major street in our town, right next to a railroad, in a bathrobe with some kids he doesn't even know, one of whom tried to initially knock down the fence by body slamming it, in the middle of the night. Somehow the friends who stayed at the party do not get in trouble, and they eventually meet up with Will and find another party. Now it is important to note, from what I'm told, that Ryan is not inebriated at this point in time, but as soon as they get to the other party, shots are downed in rapid succession, and so is Ryan, as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Eventually, they make their way back here, but there is a problem. They get back at like, 2:30, but I went to bed at 1:30, locking the front door because I figured they had a key, because common sense normally dictates that you take a key to your own room with you wherever you go, but it never crossed my mind that common sense had never dictated anything to my roommates in their entire lives. Oh well, their fault. So they are locked out, I'm passed out two doors away so I can't hear them, and wouldn't have woken up even if they had an airhorn, so they make their way down the end of the hall to hang out with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here is where some more explaining is needed. There are four girls in that room, same as ours, and their situation is the same, they are in groups of two in terms of who knew each other before college, and really, they couldn't be more different. Two of the girls, the ones who did not go out to the party, came from Klein, Scott's school, and are pretty conservative, to say the least. One, Chelsea, is the type of girl you can make a notebook out of, writing down everything she says. She backs abstinence, the Bible, modesty, has a phobia of vomit (this is called foreshadowing), and eats way too much candy. This leads to her being hyper and talkative all the time, kind of a jibber jabber type of conversationalist, but I doubt going on a non sugar diet would help her anyway. The other girl is Lacey, who is kind of less important in this story, but still, very uptight, got very upset when she learned some friends of ours, who coincidentally were edge, broke, had never seen weed before, backs the Lord, etc. She is never really in the room however, partly because she hangs out with her sister and atheist "friend with benefits" (thats a whole other story), and partly because she doesn't get along with the other two girls, Jill and Sloane. Jill and Sloane hail from Sulphur Springs, Texas...yep, never heard of it either, but apparently they are on the Food Network from time to time with their amazing festivals, such as a Stew Festival and some others of note, which hopefully I will get to keep track of. I could talk about them a lot, but thats a whole other blog as well, basically, they have the East Texas accent, are pretty hot, really nice, not as uptight, at all, have recently become fans of weed and booze, come from a basically segregated town, hold dubious racial opinions, not entirely their fault, and really just are a stark contrast to their roommates. We met them through knowing Lacey and Chelsea, but we hang out more with Jill and Sloane now, well, because lets face it, they're more fun to be around. Great girls, backed hard, so lets continue the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Will and Ryan are in the room, and of course it's Halloween and Chelsea LOVES candy, which means there is always some in there. They have a huge bowl, and at the moment it is full of a candy corn and nut mix, with some M&amp;amp;M's thrown in for good measure. The accounts of what happened, as told to me, are somewhat sketchy, so I can't take a lot of artistic license with the following story, it's just going to be the facts. Ryan proceeded to spit up in the bowl, go to Chelsea and Lacey's bathroom instead of Jill and Sloane's (it is a 4 room 4 occupant 2 bath room), and ends up getting puke on the rug and the curtain. When Will realizes what is happening, he tries to go in and help, but Ryan is so drunk that he thinks the shower curtain is a wall, and tries to lean on it. Bad idea...he falls into the bath tub, on his puke that was on the curtain, with a yell of "OH FUCK". Chelsea decides to come out and see what the fuss is about, and when she sees, proceeds to "shake like she was having a seizure". Who would have thought that a phobia of throw up could be so serious? Long story short, she kicks them out, has the cleaning ladies come up and clean it up, and she and Lacey refuse to talk to them now. At least she didn't rat them out to the dorm authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So the update today is that they want compensation for the rug. There seems to have been some miscommunication on both ends, because Ryan had gotten a rug the next day, and went to give it to them, when they told him "Go away", which he meant to mean "we don't want the rug", when they didn't even know they had it, so that just confused everyone. So today while I'm half asleep at 2pm, I hear Lacey come in and talk with Scott, and apparently, she DOES want a rug, or actually $30 because they already got a new one, or else she will have her mother talk to Ryan's...OOF. Ryan's response? "We will talk to them and negotiate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ryan isn't the only one facing fallout from the incident. Apparently Jill and Sloane's wild ways have upset their roommates, who blame them for Ryan not being able to handle his liquor. They had a roommate discussion, about their 5th this year (so many stories to tell!), and told them that none of their friends are allowed in their room. I have also heard rumors that Lacey and Chelsea want to move out after this semester. It seems my roommates have a natural knack to weave destruction and drama wherever they go, but at least it gives me a good laugh, which is all that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I also mentioned in the other blog that I rolled my ankle on some shampoo bottle that was in my room from when we had to take down the curtain...it seems he also took down our curtain in his drunken state that night. It is currently bent to an almost 45 degree angle, how its on there still I don't know. That angle is an exaggeration, but it is pretty fucked up. This room is getting a bad reputation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also, they just now made Scott go down with a backpack, and I was a little perplexed. They come back up, and they had sneaked 12 Shiner tall boys in, with a hoodie to keep it from rattling, naturally. They are drinking one each to toast to their success in getting around the 9pm+ bag check rule. Best dudes, backed hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon..I hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-2609197671847489217?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/2609197671847489217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=2609197671847489217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/2609197671847489217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/2609197671847489217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-hijinks.html' title='Halloween Hijinks'/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627178768028502977.post-7561201024393855634</id><published>2007-11-06T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:35:02.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I probably should have started this earlier, because it's going to be hard to remember things that have happened over the school year so far, but here's something that happened just the other day. Just a little background, I live in a two bedroom 4 occupant dorm room. My roommate, Scott, is a good friend of mine from home, and he happened to know one of the other dudes, Will, who is rooming with Ryan, so we ended up together in this room. They are the best dudes ever, funny as hell, and have already gotten in drunken fights, had pregnancy scares, etc., but thats for a later blog I guess. Back to the recent story, Will went home over the weekend to Spring, and Scott was there too, but because he had mono, so it was just myself and Ryan. I was walking by his room the other day and I see him hanging up a black curtain over his window. I use these terms loosely, because he was actually hammering it into the wall with nails over the window, and it was a black blanket that he said he "got off of Will's bed". As usual I didn't ask any questions. Later that night Will gets back, walks into the room, and I hear a thud and a yell of "what the fuck". I walk in to see the room pitch black, and Will a little perplexed. It seems that Ryan had removed all of the light bulbs so Will couldn't see, plus the curtain over the window, and then angled the bed that is normally parallel to the entrance, to slant a little to where its end was pointed at the entrance, which naturally Will ran into. When he got back in, Ryan was pretty satisfied with himself for a prank well done, and I had a pretty good laugh. On the way back in to my room, I rolled my ankle on some shampoo that was left on my room after the shower curtain was pulled down...so many stories to tell....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4627178768028502977-7561201024393855634?l=adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/feeds/7561201024393855634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4627178768028502977&amp;postID=7561201024393855634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/7561201024393855634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4627178768028502977/posts/default/7561201024393855634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adayinthelifeofjoelc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-probably-should-have-started-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Joel C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00707227578205732887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m2/leoj2010/n528245890_433237_2212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
