An Unorthodox Departure from Daytona Beach

Sun, sand, clubs and just being drunk way too early in the day were probably the highlights of my spring break. Most of my trips this past year have consisted of exploring new cities, this one however being a break from the norm. After spending an entire week there, the only part of Daytona Beach that I can now identify would be the local hotel, Razzles, the 7-11 and of course "Steve's Famous Diner." You might be asking yourself "What about the airport? Didn't he fly there?" Yes I did fly but I was pretty tired from spending most of the day sitting in terminals and don't remember a whole lot of it. On the other hand, the deperture from Daytona was a little unorthodox.

To make a long story short, my flight was scheduled to depart at 7am the morning after St. Patty's Day, how convenient. I ended up being woken at 6:10 by a sober, and much wiser than myself, Cole Miller. Now I was already way behind schedule, but the real problem came into play with the fact that everyone else in my party (which consisted of said Cole Miller, Tex and Emac) didn't fly until an hour after me. This left me with the task of getting to the airport and onto the plane by my drunken self. All I can mention about the rest of my journey is what I can remember and actually verify that it happened. I luckily managed to hail a cab pretty easily outside of the hotel. To make matters worse, that was the moment I decided to check my wallet only to realize that I had spent my life savings on alcohol the night before. The cab driver reassured me that a trip to 7-11 wouldn't be a problem, or I think he put it something like "it's cool man, 7-11 has an ATM and I gotta [exploitive deleted] anyway."

I finally did make it to the airport, but I cannot be sure that I actually made it on the plane. You see recently, and by recently I mean the last three years, I have had a problem with blacking out. As far as I honestly know, I could have been teleported from DAB to ATL airports. And, given the fact I probably smelled like I had just swam in a pool of alcohol, it is probably more likely that I was teleported than it is that they would have let me on the flight in my state of mind. All I know is that I made it to Atlanta and ended up meeting with my party to fly with them from ATL back to Madtown and enjoy the rest of my break on the couch recovering.

p.s. Thank you Saint Patrick

Apology for the Hiatus

It has recently been brought to my attention that I suck at updating this thing. I apologize for my hiatus and will try to see that it doesn't happen again (highly doubtful). I think the main reason for this dry spell isn't necessarily laziness or lack of content, but rather, has to do with my perfectionist nature. Basically I don't want to type garbage. In any case I do have things to talk about. I have decided to make them seperate posts as they are completely seperate thoughts, it will also fill this thing up a little better....


p.s. this probably won't be the last time I have to apologize for not posting frequently

Summer could come soon enough

I guess I have been slacking a little with this whole blogging thing. Instead, I've been spending my time on something that may be even a little less productive than blogging: figuring out what I'm going to do this summer. While it's something that should have been planned months ago, I now find myself past crunch time and into the mindset of "damn if I have to spend the summer in Madison." Feeling like I've exhausted all of my good contacts. Lately my resume has been getting around like the drunken girl dancing alone at a bar, everyone has seen it, but noone is quite sure where to take it from there. But not to lose hope, there are about 20 business school alumni out there just dieing to respond to my emails. So far one has been positive. A phone call from a VP of Goldman Sachs in London, not too shabby. As for the whole traineeship thing, if I can get someone to agree to sublet for the summer I'll pack my bags in a second. (Cheap rent for a huge room if anyone is interested)

p.s. Whats up with me being sick for every accounting exam

U.S. ports deal with Dubai company

if anyone has some insight or an opinion on this I would like to hear it...

http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/02/22/port.security/index.html (good video link in this article)

http://articles.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20060218210909990001

RoKs - Spring 2006

So it's about 11 PM on Sunday night and I have had about seven hours of sleep since Friday morning at 10 AM. Bearing in mind that I only received six hours that morning, that puts me at about 13 hours of sleep in the past 83 hours. You may be asking yourself what is the reasoning behind this self-destructing lifestyle. It can pretty much be summed up in one acronym: AIESEC. This weekend I attended a regional conference in Chitown. Considering that I had an awesome time, a huge thank you to the annonymous friend that insisted on me going. This conference was pretty similar to most complete with wide-eyed newbies, dances, sauces and of course, lack of sleep. I had a few very impactful conversations but one in particular sticks in my mind more than others. It more or less dealt with lifestyles, perceptions and the people that we, if we aren't careful, could subconciously become. It got me thinking and at the same time made me a new friend. In any case, it reminded me of a psychological phenomena which states that our personalities change as a result of doing. If anyone remembers this one, let me know what the actual name is.

Valentine's Day

Interesting holiday. I think I'm going to start a company that sells random things that people don't need and then pick a day out of the year to make people feel really bad if they don't buy my useless stuff. Wait, what? Hallmark already beat me to it? In any case, my V-day wasn't too bad. I got to leave work early so that my boss could spend money on his wife. After that, Emac, Tex and I took a trip to the mall to look for some lonely desperate housewives who couldn't find a date. By the end of night, we found ouselves at Chili's and that's where I met my valentine. She was tall and blonde and a little cold at first, but after I held her a while she warmed right up. Her name was Margarita and for the moments we shared together, she made me feel like all was right in the world. All in all, it was a good night. I got to spend it with three things I really care about: Tex., Emac and Tequila.

As if facebook wasn't enough for me.... So this is the first post to my blog. I was told by a good friend that it's important to keep a record of your thoughts and be able to look back and reflect on them. He's probably right. A year ago I was in a pretty different mind state about certain things than I am right now. On the other hand, I was told by four roommates that I would suffer verbal abuse for creating one. Oh well, they don't have to read it.