This is not going to be pleasant, needless to say.
What happens in Ox-Vegas, baby.
Mr. Casino
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Truth hurts was never truer
Once again, in a most spectacularly ignorant fashion, I've screwed up a relationship. Yet now the consequences are more dire. Now I have nobody to talk to, to hang out with, to hug within a good 100 miles. I now have nobody who really cares all that much, gives the proverbial rat's ass. I now am living through my worst fears, being alone. I've got over a month until I'll be with someone who truly cares and trusts me like I wish she did.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Welcome to Ox-Vegas
Restarting this blog was something I probably should have done a while ago. I have a journal but I'm not good at writing in it regularly, and a journal doesn't give advice, which is what I need half the time. So here we are, at the beginning of our journey, once again delving into the life and times of myself and the exploits Oxford offers.
Anyway, self doubt has been my biggest opponent recently. Especially when it comes to the ladies of Ox-Vegas. I think I may have found someone special, but I'm too scared to admit it to myself, which is an odd feeling. Not to mention that whenever I'm trying to be smooth or cool around her I end up making myself look like an idiot. The question is, do I really look like an idiot, though, or is it that I think I do?
I pray for the latter, because I won't win over any hearts by not being confident in myself. And to build confidence I just need to stop caring about how I think I act, but that's much more difficult than one may think.
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not used to working at things like this. For the past two years I've been very wary about relationships, and now that I want one I don't know how to go about it...
I guess I'll just figure it out as I go.
What happens in Ox-Vegas baby,
Mr. Casino.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Country Night
So, I checked out country night at 45 East last night. It's a pretty chill place to party, dance, or just plain drink. The atmosphere is fun, and the whole time I was there I saw absolutely no sign of the typical drama you'll see at a club. That might be attributed to the three forties I drank, but I'm just gonna say that's probably not the case.
The year is winding down, and soon I'll be leaving Ox-Vegas, which pretty much sucks. I'll be stuck back in the middle of cow-town with absolutely nothing to do except sit around and target shoot. Well, we'll see, maybe something cool will happen.
The year is winding down, and soon I'll be leaving Ox-Vegas, which pretty much sucks. I'll be stuck back in the middle of cow-town with absolutely nothing to do except sit around and target shoot. Well, we'll see, maybe something cool will happen.
Check This Out.
If you love Honda Civics, and you love getting a little more bang for your buck, check this site out. It's an online store for Honda performance products. They've got everything from forced induction to Nos to body kits to whatever else you want. You can pimp your car out to a degree that even my buddy Panty Snatcher would appreciate.
The site itself is easy to navigate. You can look up items for all Civics, or you can limit the items to just your car using an easy pulldown on the left side of the page. The prices are also some of the lowest on the web. You can get an Injen Cold Air Intake for just over $200, which is an amazing price.
Seriously, this site is great for all Honda enthusiasts, check it out.
Here's the site.
The site itself is easy to navigate. You can look up items for all Civics, or you can limit the items to just your car using an easy pulldown on the left side of the page. The prices are also some of the lowest on the web. You can get an Injen Cold Air Intake for just over $200, which is an amazing price.
Seriously, this site is great for all Honda enthusiasts, check it out.
Here's the site.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
You Can't Fix Stupid
Ron White said that, "you can't fix stupid." He's a comedian. He's also my hero. I swear, if I could stand on stage telling jokes, drinking scotch, and smoking cigars, I'd be in heaven. He's also extremely smart, in my opinion, because he had the ability to recognize that some stupid people are just going to stay stupid.
I had to tell you that to set up the next story.
I was leaving class today, and outside Bachelor hall is a horrible intersection. Spring Street intersects with Patterson Avenue and there's always a traffic back-up or two. Today, though, the light was green and the crosswalk sign told me I could cross. But here's the deal, a red Mercedes Benz, a nice one, was already halfway through the intersection. So, being the gentleman I am, I waited for them to cross. They stop, and the two bleached-out blondes stare at me, as if they're wondering why I'm not walking in front of their car (I don't have a death wish, that's why). I wave them ahead with a smile and stand there. They continue to stare at me. At this point I am wondering how they got into Miami if they can't understand a simple direction. Honestly, I'm a guy, the two girls in the car were hot, and they were driving a Mercedes, of course I'm going to let them go ahead. Long story short they just stared at me so I crossed the street and just shook my head. Not to be a chauvinist or anything, but girls like that should not be allowed behind the wheel of a freaking Mercedes SLK. That car probably costs more than my tuition, for all four years.
Anyway, that's extent of the excitement for me today, I hope.
I had to tell you that to set up the next story.
I was leaving class today, and outside Bachelor hall is a horrible intersection. Spring Street intersects with Patterson Avenue and there's always a traffic back-up or two. Today, though, the light was green and the crosswalk sign told me I could cross. But here's the deal, a red Mercedes Benz, a nice one, was already halfway through the intersection. So, being the gentleman I am, I waited for them to cross. They stop, and the two bleached-out blondes stare at me, as if they're wondering why I'm not walking in front of their car (I don't have a death wish, that's why). I wave them ahead with a smile and stand there. They continue to stare at me. At this point I am wondering how they got into Miami if they can't understand a simple direction. Honestly, I'm a guy, the two girls in the car were hot, and they were driving a Mercedes, of course I'm going to let them go ahead. Long story short they just stared at me so I crossed the street and just shook my head. Not to be a chauvinist or anything, but girls like that should not be allowed behind the wheel of a freaking Mercedes SLK. That car probably costs more than my tuition, for all four years.
Anyway, that's extent of the excitement for me today, I hope.
Back In Vegas
I left the bubble this weekend. It's hard to believe it, but I did. I left Oxford and Miami University behind to make a trek to Cincinnati. Let me tell you, it was an eye opener.
See, here in Ox-Vegas we don't see poverty, we barely even know it exists even though it's more prevalent than we all think. Any student who drives to the local Wal-Mart can see real poverty, but we choose to ignore it. We choose to ignore the fact that there's a trailer park nearby that's filled with people who barely make the bills (or don't make them at all). But in Cincinnati, you can't help but notice it.
I stayed in the Ramada on West 8th Street. It's not a bad hotel, actually it's one I would recommend if you're short on cash. But it's not exactly set in the nice part of town. In fact, right across the street is a Marathon gas station that sells alcohol to minors, even after checking IDs. Needless to say, the setting was somewhat surprising to my sheltered eyes. What's even more surprising is meeting a guy in a pin-striped suit, wingtip shoes, and a top hat who calls himself "Panty Snatcher." He and I got along real well.
But, the 'Natti and the surrounding areas are surprisingly black and white. On one street you might be hunkering down in case you get shot at, but the next one over is like Rodeo Drive. And don't even get me started on Newport, Kentucky. I don't know if I've ever seen a town that can throw you from light to shadow in less than a block.
Back to Ox-Vegas, though. I've got no updates on the nightlife or anything as of now. My bad, I wasn't in town. But I'm sure if you wanted to postulate what happened it can be summed up in a few choice words, such as debauchery or sin (my personal favorite). You get the picture.
Seriously, though, ladies and gentlemen, open your eyes to the bubble you live in. It's far from perfect, but we can at least pretend that's not true.
See, here in Ox-Vegas we don't see poverty, we barely even know it exists even though it's more prevalent than we all think. Any student who drives to the local Wal-Mart can see real poverty, but we choose to ignore it. We choose to ignore the fact that there's a trailer park nearby that's filled with people who barely make the bills (or don't make them at all). But in Cincinnati, you can't help but notice it.
I stayed in the Ramada on West 8th Street. It's not a bad hotel, actually it's one I would recommend if you're short on cash. But it's not exactly set in the nice part of town. In fact, right across the street is a Marathon gas station that sells alcohol to minors, even after checking IDs. Needless to say, the setting was somewhat surprising to my sheltered eyes. What's even more surprising is meeting a guy in a pin-striped suit, wingtip shoes, and a top hat who calls himself "Panty Snatcher." He and I got along real well.
But, the 'Natti and the surrounding areas are surprisingly black and white. On one street you might be hunkering down in case you get shot at, but the next one over is like Rodeo Drive. And don't even get me started on Newport, Kentucky. I don't know if I've ever seen a town that can throw you from light to shadow in less than a block.
Back to Ox-Vegas, though. I've got no updates on the nightlife or anything as of now. My bad, I wasn't in town. But I'm sure if you wanted to postulate what happened it can be summed up in a few choice words, such as debauchery or sin (my personal favorite). You get the picture.
Seriously, though, ladies and gentlemen, open your eyes to the bubble you live in. It's far from perfect, but we can at least pretend that's not true.
Ox-Vegas
Ox-Vegas, what happens here doesn't stay here. It's the city that gave birth to Miami University in 1809 and started it's downward spiral then. It's an oasis in a desert of cornfields. Somewhere near 15,000 students live on or around campus, and the vast majority party like no other.
Miami U isn't the sweet, quasi-ivy leage school we all pretend it is. It has it's dark side. Alcohol, sex, and drugs run rampant through the party scene. The cops and the university know this, but there's not much they can do, because as much as they don't like it, the students run the city.
That's not to say life in Ox-Vegas isn't good. It's expensive, but I wouldn't change it for the world. The decadent night life just adds to the city's/university's charm. Ask any student and they'll tell you just how much they love Ox-Vegas. Ask them why, though, and the myriad of answers you'll receive is anyone's guess.
Miami U isn't the sweet, quasi-ivy leage school we all pretend it is. It has it's dark side. Alcohol, sex, and drugs run rampant through the party scene. The cops and the university know this, but there's not much they can do, because as much as they don't like it, the students run the city.
That's not to say life in Ox-Vegas isn't good. It's expensive, but I wouldn't change it for the world. The decadent night life just adds to the city's/university's charm. Ask any student and they'll tell you just how much they love Ox-Vegas. Ask them why, though, and the myriad of answers you'll receive is anyone's guess.
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