Smooth

Growing up, all my lady relatives said that I was going to be a little heartbreaker.  As it turned out, they were right.  In the sixth grade I dated at least seven girls and I'm sure a few girls reading this could vouch for me about that.  I gelled up my hair and wore sleeveless shirts to school every other day to show off my massive 12 year old guns.  I was the smoothest guy in the sixth grade, no doubt about it.  One day it all changed.

Five years later I find myself on a shuttle bus coming back from a bar dressed in a makeshift ninja costume.   Yes, it was Halloween night, so lets not get worried about the costume.  I reached in the my black scrubs pants pocket where I kept my wallet and cell phone.  I took out the cell phone and glanced at it, "2 a.m."  I slipped the blackberry back into my pocket and listened to the drunken chatter that overflowed the bus.  The girl sitting beside me was nearly passed out, it was obvious she had had one too many.  Her tongue slightly hung out of her mouth as if I had her out running around in the yard to long in the summer sun.  I was thinking about checking her pulse but I could see she was breathing so I figured she'd be fine.  My attention was then taken elsewhere, across the isle were two girls, each made up and in costumes.

Good looking girls, my age, and as we all know a college girl doesn't exactly look for the most concealing costume when she's going out to the bar on Halloween night, enough said.  I thought to myself, "Okay Bryan, talk to these girls, see how the old 'game' is doing."  I sat there for a few minutes, going over in my head what I was going to say.  It was one of those moments where I had what I was going to say and so I kept going over it in my mind about how it would sound or how I was going to say it.  Let me point out an important fact here, I was not drunk during this time, just to get that clear, alcohol can't be blamed for this.  So there I was saying this phrase over and over and over to myself.  "It sounds bulletproof to me," I thought.  I put a flirty smirk on my face, the way I did in the sixth grade, and leaned over and said, "So what are you guys supposed to be??"  Right as I opened my mouth this loud gargoyle voice just unleashed itself.  "Holy hell, what was that?" I thought quickly to myself.  "That wasn't my voice was it?"  Just to point out, it was incredibly obvious what the two were dressed as, one a policewoman and the other a firefighter, what a dumb question.  The two girls looked at me, and gave me this awkward look before turning to face the window and giggle to themselves.  I could named the one girl Crash and the other Burn, it would have fit the situation perfectly.  I didn't blame them.  "Damn Bryan, how did you get so smooth?" I thought, basically laughing at myself.  "What are you guys supposed to be?  What the hell kind of pick up line is that?"  I turned back to the breathing corpse to my right, almost in tears from laughing at myself.  The old "Games" doin' pretty good.

Little Black X

When I was younger I always had a hard time finding things, simple things like a certain shirt in my closet or the apple sauce jar in the refrigerator.  My mother would always ask "Are you looking with your eyes open?"  It seemed like a stupid question to me all those years but its starting to make sense.

The girl standing in front of me in the omelette line had on a red hoodie and gray sweat pants, standard attire for a college girl on a Saturday.  She wore no makeup and she had a pale sickly look to her.  Everything came together when she reached for a plate and I saw a black X on the top of her hand.

So she went to the bar with a few friends, most likely pregaming before they left the room with the four loco they stocked up on yesterday before it became illegal to sell in the state of New York.  Dressed to impress with their 6 inch heels on they attempted to walk to get a cab (I've found that few college college girls actually know how to walk in heels, the rest of them look like they're trying to walk a german shepherd whos just seen a squirrel.)  Anyways, red hoodie girl gets to the bar, has a few drinks, and mostly likely grinds up on some frat guy who has enough vodka in his blood and jager in his piss to drown a baby sea lion.  The nights going great but its about that time.  Her friend finds her in a crowd and says she wants to leave so the four or five of them find their coats, hug a few friends goodbye, and find a cab.  She finally gets back to campus and by this time the walking in heels is completely hopeless.  Shes drunk, the german shepherds tipsy, even the squirrels shitfaced.  Somehow with the combined effort of her and her sidekicks, she manages to return to her room.  She stumbles into her bed and pulls the covers up.  Shes drunk, but she still has the capacity to be able to think to herself "That was a great night."  She closes her eyes and the night turns out to be not so great.  Pretty soon the walls, the ceiling, everything in the room begins to whirl around her, her own personal merry-go-round.  She slides one leg out of bed and puts her foot on the solid floor hoping that it will make the spinning stop, good idea but no success.  She then roles out of bed and makes a dash for the bathroom, knocking things over as she stumbles along.  The rest of her night is spent hailing to the porcelain throne until she finally passes out on the bathroom floor.

In the omelette line I would say that the black X on her hand means about as much to me as it does to her.  Just a reminder, "Hey yeah I was at the bar last night."  or


She could just like drawing black Xs on her hand.

Cheers,
Bhoov

Panama?

In one hand I held the thick end of a blue necktie and in the other hand I held its skinny counterpart, "How the hell does this work again?"  I hadn't worn a tie since high school, which doesn't seem like too long ago but it has almost been two years.  My memory was eventually sparked and after five or so tries the tie had cooperated.  I then bent down and went to tie my black dress shoes.  As I pulled the laces tight I heard a popping sound as one of the laces snapped in two, "Just great" I thought, tossing the scrap of black lace into the trash and readjusting the remaining string.  After nursing my dress shoe back to health I strolled over to the mirror to make sure my tie looked okay,  then exited through the suite door and finally ventured over to the Hollis dorm building.  

Walking into the dorm feeling completely overdressed and out of place I gave the girl at the front desk the kind of look like "You know why I'm here, where am I supposed to be?"  She smiled and said "turn left, its the first door on your right."  I gave her a thankful nod and followed the directions.  I found the first door on the right and there was a 8x6 piece of white paper posted beside it reading: "INTERVIEW, please wait here until called upon."  Below the note was a chair that I decided not to sit in, I felt better standing.  Students kept coming out of the elevator and passing me giving strange looks.  I felt like an overdressed choir boy.  The door finally opened and a woman with a friendly face poked her head out, "Bryan, come on in."

A couple weeks ago I received an email informing students about different mission trips that St. John's organized.  There were three options available: France, Philadelphia, Panama.  France seemed a little too religion-ee for me, Philadelphia is well, Philadelphia, but Panama caught my eye.  I decided that I would fill out an application, write an essay describing myself and see where it got me.  About a week after i sent in my application I received an email that I had made it to the next stage of progressions and that there would be an information session the following week.  I went to the information session and the trip sounded like a great opportunity.  The only thing I have to do now is hope that I didn't tank too bad on my interview today so I get on the "team" that they are taking.

IF everything goes according to plan and I am chosen to go on the trip the plan is as follows.  We fly into somewhere in florida (Tampa I think?), then we catch a connecting flight that goes into Panama City.  Once in Panama City we will help out at an orphanage, sleep somewhere in Panama city, and when we get up the next day we get on a bus and drive 8 hours across Panama to some village that sounds far removed from any kind of civilization.  Upon arrival the people of the village will have a welcoming ceremony for us and we will be assigned to our host families.  Me and another St. John's student will be living together with a family (who speaks little or no english).  We then go through a daily day of work with them such as working on a dairy farm or in a pepper field.  We will basically be worked like dogs for 10 days.

It sounds like the families will have no running water and some may not own a car.  In this case they said that we may have to walk a mile or 2 (or 3 or 4) to get to our work cites.  Also, they said that chickens and other animals will just randomly come into the house.  I think it sounds great, so fingers crossed that I make it past this whole interview thing. 

Cheers,

Bhoov

Jurassic Park

After finding the back of the line, I reached in the pocket of my sweatshirt and pulled out my bus ticket, "From New York to Wilkes-barre" it read.  "Thank God" I thought as I stuffed the ticket back into my pocket.  I then waited for the bus to begin boarding.  The Port Authority Bus terminal was the same as always; dim lighting, the usual hustle and bustle, and above all else, close.  After almost two months without being home I felt like the city was suffocating me, closing in with each passing day.  I was relieved when the doors opened and people began boarding.  When I finally made my way to the front of the line I handed the driver my ticket, set my luggage by the storage bin, climbed the bus stairs, and found my seat.

It soon became apparent that a high school class had been on a field trip to the big city and had now graced me with their presence for the trip home.  "Son of a bitch" I thought, putting in my ear buds, "Its going to be a long ride."  Seated in the row just ahead of me was an elderly man who looked like the owner of Jurassic Park.  White hair, white beard, slacks, dress shirt, this guy had to have been late for his presentation on the whole mosquito bit.  Anyways, being the overly observant person that I am (believe me, in some cases I wish this weren't the case.  This being one of them) I noticed that this Dr. Hammond look-alike continually blew his nose into his hands and then proceeded to wipe it on his right shoulder.  "Just look away Bryan.  Thats it....Damnit Bryan, look away!"  The voice inside my head was screaming at me to take my attention elsewhere, anywhere but that right shoulder.  The old man finally tuckered himself out and he fell asleep.  Randomly throughout the majority of the ride, my newly observed bus buddy would loudly burst out and mutter something in his sleep.  At the first outburst it finally hit me.  If I don't play my cards right this could be me.  I could be this Dr. Hammond from Jurassic Park look-alike, just wiping snot all over myself and sleeptalking on long bus rides.  How scary is that?  Thats a wake up call if I've ever seen one.  

About midway through this magical bus ride I noticed that I had that traveler's feeling.  I guess people call it motion sickness.  The scrabble tiles on my blackberry started quivering.  It wasn't the feeling of sickness but more of just an uneasy feeling like your wasteband is too tight or its too hot on the bus.  That feeling like you could just shit your brains out if only it were humanly possible.  I started to wonder if eating that entire box of donut holes was really a great idea as i reached up and directed both of the air conditioning blower things at my face.  As it turned out, I survived the rest of the trip with no unfortunate events.  I arrived at the Wilkes-barre bus terminal, my Dad arrived a few minutes after.  I hopped in the car, eager to get home, and away we went.

Til next time

Bhoov

4:00 A.M

       Laying on the couch in the suite's commonroom, I looked at my phone, "A half hour should be good."  I set the alarm for 4:30 a.m and proceeded to put my hood up and shield my eyes from the overhead light.  I tossed and turned on the little couch for a few minutes before going over and turning off the commonroom lights.  I laid back down, motionless for several minutes, just staring at the spackled ceiling.  A million thoughts must have been barreling  through my mind at that point but one thought reoccurred again and again, "What the hell am I doing?  It's a Sunday night, I'm 19 years old, and I've been staring at facts about bacteria for the past 4 hours."  For some, a question like this means nothing.  A little complaining and the idea dissolves like sugar in a cup of coffee.  For me, things are a bit different.  Worries don't brush off, they don't roll off, they actually form a think bubble and follow me around for weeks on end.  My natural instinct is "I have to get out."  It started when I was younger.  I would always try everything and when I would get that feeling like "this isn't for me" I would try something else.  

Laying on that couch at 4:00 in the morning, I started to think of other professions I might want to pursue.  "I could be a teacher, maybe even a journalist.  Is this Physician Assistant thing really worth it?" I thought to myself as I stared into the early morning blackness.

When I started writing this blog, I was going to end it with..."This is going to be the first thing I have ever finished, right down to the end."  Instead, I'm rethinking that, big surprise there.  So as of right now I'm still thinking, always thinking.

Cheers,

Bhoov

Back to Normal

Well, I finished off the last of my midterms today.  Now that things are back to a normal stress level I really don't know what to do with myself.  I guess I should concentrate on gaining back the weight I lost the past couple days.  I really don't understand it.  After a few days I start looking like the Olsen twins.  No exaggeration here...I lost 7 pounds in two days..same scale..same time of day.  Anyways, the madness is over with.  I know that I haven't really had much to write about the past two weeks, but I must blame school for that.

cheers,
Bhoov

                              

Midterms Ninja

I must say that last week and the start of this week have been the most mentally taxing days of my life thus far.  Finals week usually has more information to wrap your mind around, but at least you can see that coming.  I have been attacked by what I now call the "Midterms Ninja."  Out of nowhere the work has piled sky high.  Two weeks ago I was spending my nights playing Madden and now I'm lucky if I get back to the dorm before 12 after hours of studying.  When I go to get my books from my room and I pass the Xbox I do kind of twitch a little bit.  I feel like I'm Tiger Woods eating dinner with his family at a Hooters (before the shat hit the fan that is).  Between the 10 chapters (300) pages of anatomy, an entire rat body systems and all, a micro lab report, organic exams and lab write ups my head has been spinning like a top.  Most of the midterms have been conquered but I still have AnP lab exam on thursday and AnP lecture exam on Friday.  Tomorrow will be nothing but rat testicles and coffee.

Cheers,
Bhoov

What If?

For those of you who know me pretty well, it comes to no surprise when strange ideas bounce in and out of my mind.  I am easily stimulated or as many of you read earlier, easily inspired.  This time I don't really know where the stimulation came from this time.  It was pure spontaneity I must say.  I need to make sure I get my point across so when you read the following you can understand that this is not my true beliefs it is simply a different way of looking at things.


When you are sitting in a chair how do you know you are sitting in a chair?  The obvious answer would be, "Well I feel the chair beneath me, I can look and see that I am sitting, and I can feel how I am oriented in space as far as my body goes.  One could also just be blunt and say, "Ass...chair...ass and chair together..I'm sitting."  For this we will use the first response for obvious reasons.  Basically we know that we are sitting because our brain is telling us that we are sitting.  Through all the different sensations and perceptions we are in fact sitting in that chair.

Let me ask you this.  When you slam your fist down on a table, your hand stops, why?  Is it because a solid piece of matter is in the way that cannot be pushed through or does your brain not allow your body to proceed any further after it feels the impact with the table or after your eyes see the impact?  What if you had no sense of touch, no sight, no sense of equilibrium?  Would the table be there at all? When you stand in line at the grocery store or an amusement park, would the ground be beneath your feet if you didn't feel it or see it or know it to be there?  I'm saying that if you took all senses away would the world exist to you at all?

For all we know we could be floating in complete nothingness.  Each and every thing or person that we see could be nothing more than a projection that our minds have conjured up that does seem very real.  A "matrix" I guess you could say.  I was talking with MA about this and she said so how do we all see the same things?  I said that in this case other human beings would have to be projections as well.  Projections that your mind has made up.  Basically I'm saying that you are the main character in the greatest movie ever made, and your mind is the director.

Its a strange thing to think about.  What if it was just like a dream though?  What if you were actually blindfolded and floating in a pool of nothing?  You would really never know because your brain makes everything so real through sensations.

This was an extremely tough subject to try and explain at 2:30 in the morning after studying Anatomy all day.

Bhoov

New Pictures

Hey guys..new pictures are posted...check out the "In Color" the black and white and the HDR links on the sidebar.

Thanks
Bhoov

MOMA

Yesterday, I had to make a trip to the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) in Manhattan along 5th Avenue.  The trip there was very simple, the train literally stopped about a block away from the museum which was nice.  I went in through the revolving doors and headed towards the information desk.  "That'll by $20," the desk girl said with a big smile.  She then attempted to flirt with me which I was in no mood for after shelling out twenty bucks on a lame school project.  I grabbed the ticket, thanked miss flirty, and headed towards the bag check desk.  Some middle-aged girl with a Russian accent leaned up against the desk and just had that look on her face like she hated life altogether.  Her mood towards me confirmed that hate. I can't really blame her.  Working at a bag check desk at a museum in New York City isn't really high on my list of ideal jobs.  Anyways I checked my bag with the nice lady and headed towards the gallery entrance.  A guy at the gate scanned my ticket and I headed towards the escalators.  I made my way to the 5th floor where the Van Goghs and Picassos were and began looking around.

To my great surprise the females at the MOMA were of very high quality.  It seemed like a pretty artsy girl was around every corner which made my MOMA experience quite a bit better.  I found a Van Gogh painting that I liked, "The Olive Trees," so I took a picture with my phone and took a few notes on it.  I walked around awhile after that looking at just about every painting on the 5th floor.  I finally found a Picasso picture that I liked.  No one was around in this corner of the gallery so I stood there looking at the picture for awhile.  I scribbled a few notes on my notebook and decided this would be great for the project.  I must have been very entranced by this painting because as I was looking at it  I started talking to myself "Okay, so this is cubism, it is dominated by a greenish shade, the shapes are closed, the brushstrokes are shallow, O wow I really have to poop."  I turned to walk away and at some point during my trance a girl had approached the painting and was standing over my left shoulder.  So as I turned to walk away I almost bumped into her and she had this tight lipped grin going on that looked like she wanted to just burst out laughing.  "Well, time to go," I thought to myself, feeling like an idiot.  I blame this situation on the painting more than myself I must say.

As I was making my way to the ground floor I had to take escalator after escalator.  As I was standing on  one of them a scary thought went through my mind, "What if I would trip and fall down these?"  I was comforted by the idea that I would actually fall for a much shorter amount of time than if they would have been actual stairs.  When I got to the ground floor I went back to bag check to pick up my backpack and the same girl was still there.  She handed me my bag and I gave a big "Thanks."  She just looked at me.  Sometimes trying to brighten someone's day is just an impossible thing to do.  Anyways, I grabbed the train back to Kew Gardens and the bus back to campus.  A fairly successful trip I must say.

Cheers,
Bhoov

Carlos Wang

Last night was very heated as you all know.  A self-proclaimed blog "expert" by the name of Carlos Wang decided to leave a few insulting comments on my last blogpost "Easily Inspired."  My thanks go out to everyone who supported me in my defense against the hispanic asian.  Unexpected events came about late last night but let me tell this story from the beginning.

Last night I arrived at my dorm around 7.  I walked in, greeted all the suitemates, and started putting my things away.  Dmrt was in the common room along with DM so I walked out and started talking with them.  I noticed my blog was up on Dmrt's computer which was cool, "Dmrt...checkin out my blog?"  He just said something like he was checking it out yesterday.  I started shooting at the mini basketball hoop in our common room while we were talking, when he burst out laughing.  "Bhoov you have a comment on your last blogpost.  Who is Carlos Wang?"  Then he proceeded to read the comment that many of you have already seen:

"BHoov, 

I am a blog "expert" and read tens to hundreds of blogs every day. The mindless drivel seen on this "supposed blogsite" just makes me furious. To be fair, it's not just you. In this day and age it seems everybody considers themselves a wordsmith, and thinks people like me want to hear about the boring and dull bullshit you are unfortunate enough to apprently live through every day. Keep these stories and old memories to yourself, because I can guarnantee you no one wants to read this rubbish. If you must tell someone, go to a cemetary and enlighten the graves with your experiences; at least you can't bore them to death. 

Sincerely, 
Carlos Wang
c.wang311@gmail.com"

While Dmrt was reading everyone was in the common room laughing over this crazy comment post.  When I first heard the comment, I really didn't know what to think.  I guess I just thought some idiot with too much time on his hands decided to make himself look like a jackass on my blog.  My suitemates asked if I was going to write back because of course they wanted to see sparks fly with this one.  I decided that I was going to write a very calm but insulting response.  By the time I posted this response, 3 others from some of my close friends followed.  Each of them said about the same thing.  I posted this event on facebook to try and get more reinforcements against this blog expert.  When I returned to the blog Mr. Wang had posted another comment which was much more intense than the first.  I had a war on my hands here.  

The bout lasted til 2 in the morning.  I was sitting on my bed in my room thinking of a great comeback when Dmrt, TE, DM, and PP came in.  They asked how it was going and then Dmrt kind of smiled.  "Hey Hoovie, what was Carlos Wang's email again?"  I looked it up under his comment, "c.wang311@gmail.com," I replied.  "311 huh?" He said with another grin.  "What room do we live in?"  The lightbulb flashed in my mind, "Shit..311."  Everyone burst out laughing all at once.  I got punk'd plain and simple.  Carlos Wang: created by TE (along with Wang's gmail account) and propagated by Dmrt and DM.  A practical joke.  The best practical joke I've ever been a part of..and I was the target.  It was well planned and well executed so I have to tip my hat to them.  They made all of you believe them too, lets be honest.  

Carlos Wang: Born October 11, 2010---------Terminated October 12, 2010

Hope everyone enjoyed the show

Bhoov

Easily Inspired

When I was 8 I wanted to turn a Macey's shopping bag into a glider so I could try and jump off my side deck and fly. When I was 9 I saw the movie "Rocky" and started training to be a boxer. When I was 10 I wore all black and crawled around in my neighbors' shrubs at night because I wanted to be a spy. When I was 12 I saw highlights of Freddy Adu and knew that I wanted to play on the World Cup team. When I was 13 I stayed home sick from school, started reading a science textbook, and decided science was my calling. (The lamp lightbulb beside me blew out and it was like the apple just fell on Newton's head) When i was 14 I wrote 5 pages of the beginning of a murder/mystery novel but then got bored and stopped. When I was 15 I worked on a rubix cube for a week straight everyday and got all the colors together except for two squares (it was one of the ones that turns into different shapes as you twist it, not a normal rubix cube), never finished it. When I was 17 I wanted to be a computer programmer. When I was 18 I realized what a bad idea it was to try and become a computer programmer, so I changed my major. I changed colleges after a semester. I moved to New York City from central Pennsylvania. RD and I thought it would be profitable to build a party shack out in the woods so we could rent it out to groups of people. After staying overnight in my cousin's trailer after a reception party I decided I want to own a huge chunk of land and live in a trailer on that land. After seeing the Guardian I swam hundreds of laps in my parents pool. After watching survivor man I dragged JB and RD out in the middle of the woods so we could go camping when it was basically calling for a hurricane (we got over 5 inches of rain that night and we were sleeping beside a lake).

Some might say I'm bipolar, impulsive, or maybe just crazy, but I like to think of it as "easily inspired." I like to think of it as a gift rather than a sickness because I can easily say that every good thing that has happened in my life has been caused by some kind of inspiration. I really have to bring up how much money I've wasted or even more my parents have wasted on my crazy whims of imagination. That can't be overlooked nor can some of the bad choices that I've made because I got an idea in my head that I just ran with. No one really knows why they are the way they are but the only thing we can do is accept it and have hope that things are they way they are for a reason.

Cheers,

Bhoov

By the way:

Social Network is a good movie, it is a renter however.

It is great to be home, long weekends are the best.

RW deuces cracking aces got you back to even today

KH move back to Pennsylvania please

KH good luck on rotations

Smoke and Mirrors

Leave the ties at home but if you really insist, make sure its camo. It was a great weekend to be home. My cousin got married and there is nothing better than a wedding. Dad, NB, and I got some golf in before the ceremony so thats always a good thing. Anyways, we got to the church, visited with some relatives, you know the standard questions and answers. "Hows school?" "Do you like New York?" That sort of thing. The service or whatcha call it started. Genna (my cousin) looked beautiful in her dress. The groomsmen all had camo vests and ties on...kinda gives you an idea of how country this wedding was. The ceremony finished and the siblings and I went to the Nittany mall to find an ATM because we heard it was going to be cash bar at the reception. This really sounds like an alcoholic's memoir but hey..it was a wedding..live it up drink it down right?

When we got to the reception hall I immediately unhinged the vice grips attached to my feet, damn dress shoes, and I changed into my basketball sneakers. The meal was good, and afterward, the festivities began. The music was pretty lame overall until the older people cleared out. They cleared out and we got a good dose of mid 2000s hiphop. The soulja boy "crank that" dance got things started off and the night took flight from there. The dance floor was everyone's main attraction for the rest of the night except the for the frequent trips back to the tables for some cold drink (Hawaiian punch of course).

About halfway through the night I noticed the one bride's maid making eyes at me. Not going to lie, I did notice her during the ceremony so I thought to myself "Okay, this is good." In actuality, judging by the state I was in at the time, it was probably more like, "LETS GOOOOOO!!!" Anyways, I introduced myself and we danced together for the rest of the night. She seemed pretty cool, we had a good time, and don't think that me knowing hold old she was (24 or 25) was going to phase me. Where was I? Right, so we danced, had a good time, and then out of nowhere she disappeared, smoke and mirrors. I asked my cousin where she went and she was like, "I think her friend drove her home." Bummer. So in my mind I'm thinking, "Okay, either she found out how old I am or...... Yep thats all I got. She must have found out that when she was graduating high school I was still plotting strategy for kickball games at recess." Well I later found out that she had a boyfriend. You win some you lose some.

Okay, so everyone went back to Genna's place to sleep for the night. I lucked out and claimed a couch. Everyone laid around and talked for awhile before we called it a night. Everyone called it a night, everyone except my subconscious. Only sleepwalkers can relate to this, so I'll try and explain things. When I wake up in the morning there are certain clues let me know if crazy events were going on in the night. So here we go. I'll tell you what I remember, then I'll fill in what other people observed. So I wake up at about 4 a.m and I'm freezing, didn't have a blanket, and I couldn't see a thing. I had sunglasses on. This is one of those clues where I go, "O crap, what did I do last night." So I took off my shades and tried to go back to sleep but I was frozen. I looked around and everyone else had these huge blankets and they looked so warm. So I searched around, but the only thing I could find was this little animal suit thing. (Genna has a little boy and a baby by the way) So I lay back down and I tried to put my arms in the little animal suit, which really didn't provide the warmth I was looking for so I had to suck it up and tough it out til morning came. When I woke up my sisters, NB, and GG informed me of the events of the night. Apparently at some point I sat up and started yelling "HEY COME BACK HERE" talking to my smoke and mirrors girl no doubt. Anyways, from what I understand, NB said "Bryan what are you doing?" and I responded with "I have to pee." So he told me to go to the bathroom and I came back with "I don't want to step on the cat." Genna doesn't own a cat just to clear that up. I think Kristen lead me to the bathroom because she was afraid I was going to pee in some random place inside, which I have never done by the way. I have a very good sense of direction while sleepwalking. So that was the main event of my weekend. I had a great time. Congratulations to Genna and Eric.

Cheers,

Bhoov

O yea...and KH move back to PA sis!!!!

The HeartShare Kids

Waking up to a buzzing alarm clock at 7:45 a.m isn't exactly the way I like to start off my Saturdays. The only time I breath in 8 o'clock air is when I'm pulling a driver out of my bag while standing on the number 1 tee at White Deer. Since I've been at school, I'm usually lucky if the food that the dining hall puts out at noon is still warm. What I'm saying is, 7:45 a.m Saturday wake-ups just really aren't my thing. Anyways, I threw on a shirt and a hat as I headed downstairs to meet MA and SN. We walked to the Carnasecca building where every St. John's student who needed Academic Service hours sat around eating bagels and drinking juice. We went inside, grabbed a free t-shirt, enjoyed a bagel with some watered down juice, and found MA and SN's theology class.

Mr. McGuire, the Theology professor wore a ball cap, a free t-shirt, khaki shorts, and walking shoes. He came up and shook my hand as he introduced himself and asked me my name. I gave a firm handshake and said, "My names Bryan, thanks for having me along today. I really appreciate it sir." He gave me a big smile and thanked me for coming.

After sitting through a short church service (gotta love St. Johns for being a Catholic university), we headed off towards the bus stop. We had to take two buses and walk a few blocks before we finally arrived. A fairly small building mixed in with the rest of queens read "HeartShare." A small playground next to the building was crawling with adults and kids. Heartshare is a Preschool for kids with autism and other disabilities. When we walked in we got a name-tag and were told to pick a station. The bean-bag station looked like a good spot so we manned that the entire day.

There were a bunch of activities going on but the highlight of the playground was the guy with all the animals. First, lets get something straight. This guy had to have snorted crack or something. There is no way I could stand behind a table for 7 or 8 hours talking about the same animals over and over and over again. The kicker is that he was showing them to the same kids. They would come up, he would give the presentation "This is Alice the TURTLE!", the kids would go get a popsicle or whatever, come back, and he would give the same show to the same kids. I bet that guy goes home after an 8 hour day, gets shwasted, and talks to his animals. I mean he has names for them all. I could see him and Rodney the sand viper sitting on the couch watching scary movies late at night. The kids loved him so whatever he is doing to get through the day is working.

By about noon the playground was packed full of kids face painting and petting the animals. From what I saw the kids were socially withdrawn so sometimes it was tough to get them to open up but with all of the excitement most of them were pretty outgoing. One of the parents came up to me, introduced himself, and told me how much he appreciated the other St. Johns kids and I helping out. It was a really good feeling.

On the other hand, some of the parents looked frustrated when their kid couldn't do some of the games and whatnot. I couldn't even imagine the work that goes into being a parent to a kid with special needs. I really have to hand it to them to be honest.

What an exhausting day. Working a bean-bag stand in the hot sun all day is no easy task. After we helped clean up and enjoyed nice rainbow freeze pops, we all set off towards the bus stop. Great kids, great weather, great day.

Til next time,

Bhoov

Someday I'll Do That

TH and I were talking on the ferryboat ride over to Ellis Island. I enjoy our conversations because at some point everything gets very deep and meaningful which is needed from time to time. It started with me bringing up how I had never been on a ferry before, or a boat on a river or ocean for that matter. I mean, not that I remember. I'm sure at some point my parents took me on a boat at some point but no experiences to my recollection. Anyways, we saw a cruiseship- looking boat roll by and TH brought up how he has never been on a cruise and its something hes always wanted to do. You know, all-inclusive, the works. I agreed and we got to talking about things we've always wanted to do or places we have always wanted to go. He finally got to the root of the matter and said "You know, I think we always say 'someday I'll do that or go there' and we keep saying that over and over again until there's no more time to live out dreams." If you ever think about it, how many times have you said I've always wanted to do that, and you eventually just put it out of mind because you don't have the time?

“Family means too much, Friends are too valuable, And life is too short, To put-off sharing with people, How much they really mean to you, And pursuing whatever it is that makes you happy.”

Cheers,

Bhoov

New York at Night

I never really noticed how massive the empire state building really is. It actually looks out of place to me as it clearly dwarfs all other surrounding buildings in Manhattan. During the day it really isn't that obvious, but at night...at night the tower of lights seem to stretch endlessly into the black sky like an extension of a star. Captivating really. One of my favorite sights. New York at night.

The lights faded into the night sky as our charter bus skated down parkways towards Queens. Two guys in the seat behind me constantly jabbered about anything from lifting weights to cars to the fat kid they don't like. Very intriguing. It was one of those moments where I kept closing and opening my eyes when in my mind I knew that I was tired but there was no way I could sleep. After all, I was on a bus with 30 loud mouth freshman. "What a day," I thought as I stared out the window. 6 hours ago my day started on this bus, and now, at 11:30, my night was ending on this bus.

6 hours ago I had a lot more energy as we were headed towards Ellis Island. I boarded the bus with my Nike backpack. I grabbed a seat next to a girl who looked to be in no mood for conversation, just my type of bus buddy. I sank back into the chair and waited for the bus driver to get us on the road. Getting that bus around Manhattan was like trying to get a cat to take hypothyroid pills. Not an easy task. The girls in front of me just had so much on their minds. The one girl had one of those voices. Pretty face, but after about an hour of sitting in traffic and listening to her I wanted to pick her up and stuff her in the overhead luggage compartment. During the trip I noticed that my arm rest had moved. "Thats weird I thought," as I looked back and noticed that I had been using the knee of the kid behind me as an arm rest for God knows how long. I looked back and gave him one of those faces as to say, "Sorry about that mate." He didn't seem to mind.

We arrived at the ferry..station? or port? not really sure. I want to find the person who set this whole trip up. I want to find him or her, go up to them, and say "You're and idiot," and walk away. I'm not sure when sending 600 freshman in 65 different groups would be a good idea. If the intention was for us to feel like real immigrants than I think they got pretty close to reaching their goal. We were packed into this ferry boat (which is the first ferry I've ever been on) and of course all the freshman are going insane. I met up with my old roommate TH and we found a good spot by the railing. Got a good view of Lady Liberty waving a torch at us and the inner harbor is really a site to behold. How they built a city that close to the water is a wonder to me. But anyways, we got to E island. To make a long story short, the trip was mostly us waiting around and trying to gather groups so no one got left behind. The museum was, of course, packed due to the 600 students wondering around. We got fed cold chicken and a drink, classy I know. We loaded up the ferry, got back on the bus, headed back to queens. I didn't get any good pictures on my phone the whole time because they keep the museum lights on dim so you can hardly see your hand in front of your face. The trip itself was an experience, but it wasn't very productive.

Til next time,

Bhoov

Manic Monday

A heads up to everyone. I've decided to use initials in my blogs to prevent people from being offended in any way. Enjoy.

An early rise for the start of the week. I wasn't exactly skipping off to Microbio lab at 8:30 this morning but I made due. On the brightside of things, the lab took all of a about a half hour. It was basically, smear some crap on the inside of a few petri dishes and get the hell out of there. "A good start to the day," I thought as I strolled on over to the Montgoris dining hall.

It is common knowledge around St. Johns campus to know the difference between the good omelette makers and the side shows who serve out flattened bowling balls day in and day out. As I approached the stand, I immediately saw I would be dealing with one of the worst ball flatteners in the building. I usually have an impenetrable plan for such occasions. I usually ask for what I want on it (ham, cheese, yada yada) nothing new there. Then I bring out my secret weapon, "Can I have those scrambled please?" Not even the worst chefs in the world can screw up scrambled eggs. I executed my plan perfectly. I asked for what I wanted, "Can I have those scrambled?" Without hesitating she said "Sure hun," which gave me the impression that she knew what I wanted. After having this little chat, I parted with my eggs for a brief moment while I went to grab some apple juice and a plate. When I returned, the bowling ball flattener apparently decided to foil my entire plan. She was in the process of making my eggs into an omelette. The very familiar chants of the Big Bad Balcony filled my head, "Its all over....!!!" "Those poor eggs," I thought. I stood there, watching them sizzle to the bottom of the pan, while the "chef" chatted with people in line. She finally decided to flip my omelette, revealing the black crusty surface on the other side. "Well, thats a half hour of my life I'll never get back," I thought. The best part about it is, when she flipped it over, the guy behind me quickly said, "Uh yeah, can I get mine lighter than that?" You can't make this up. The lady finally finished scorching the baby chicks, folded the omelette over, gave me a big smile, and said "There ya go". I gave her a big smile back, said thank you, found the nearest out of sight trash can, dumped my charcoal eggs, and headed towards the cereal bar.

After a very unsatisfying venture at Montgoris I headed back to the room, intending to take a nap before organic, but was sidetracked by the Xbox. I sat down and played some madden, Steelers vs. Titans for my Franchise opener. Everyone knows that you never save the game if you lose your opener. After constantly battling All-Madden Chris Johnson, I finally won today by going for two in the last couple seconds to win by one. Very exciting I know. I looked up at the time, and Organic lecture was waiting for me. I gathered up my things and headed out the door.

Whoever said "There's no such thing as a stupid question," was just dumb stupid as DM would say. After sitting through a handful of Organic lectures, I've figured out that stupid questions are not only real but they are also just as contagious as the yawns. There's no way my professor makes it through the semester with his wits intact or a steady pulse. Today we made it through 3 slides of the poor guy's presentation, in an hour and a half. The one girl in the front of the class just loves to let the professor get through an entire topic and then raise her hand and say, "You lost me after that first thing about the methyls." WHAT!! When she starts to ask just completely insane questions other people join in. Contagious. Friggin' contagious. During class I pulled out a piece of paper and started writing down everyone who asked a stupid question, so I could tell you guys about them of course. By the end of the class the paper was filled.

The professor then brought up the topic of future alternative fuels. Nuclear power came up and he said yeah sure, but you just have to worry about the nuclear waste it produces. Then he kind of cracked a few jokes and said we could just burry it somewhere or shoot the waste into outer space. This escalated into some kid saying that we should shoot the waste at the sun. Without missing a beat, the girl in the front row turned around in all seriousness and yells, "Thats only going to make it worse!" The teacher gave her this wise ass grin, and tried to hold back while saying, "Yes, that is a very good point. It will only make it worse." Wow, only about three months left, should be fun.

Bhoov

Football and St. Vinnies

Sundays usually go pretty fast when you step outside only three times during the day. Football was the main focal point of the day and the fast food joint on campus, better known as St. Vinnies, was the focal point of the night.

At some point the Steelers games really need to be televised here in New York. I know its a lot to ask, but following the game through play-by-plays on my very laggy blackberry just isn't doing it for me. On the bright side, at least its easy to follow play-by-plays when its "Batch incomplete pass to miller, 3 yd run by Mendenhall, Reed kicks a 33 yd field goal." 3 Words, High-Powered-Offense. I mean Charlie Batch was 5/11 for 25 yards, Reed was 4/4 in field goals, and the Steelers still have yet to score an offensive touchdown in regulation time. Anyways, other Steeler fans can join me in thanking the heavens above that Tennessee turned the ball over 7 times and the fact that former Penn Stater Kerry Collins decided to dump a short pass and let the clock run out instead of taking a shot into the incredibly bad Pittsburgh secondary. All in all, good win guys.

The Pats Jets game was a good one. I like how the Jets defense immensely improved while 4 year $32 mil Darrelle Revis was in the locker room. Who knows what happened there. I apologize to Mr. Tom Brady for seriously jinxing him. Just after singing his praises to Nate, who could not watch the game, he went on to throw 2 picks in his next 4 passes. Sorry Tom. At the moment big brother Payton Manning has Eli and the rest of the NY Giants bent over his knee spanking them. I thought that was supposed to be the parents job, not the big brothers. Sorry if that is too graphic for some of you.

Not to long ago, some people including myself got back from St. Vinnies. As I said previously St. Vinnies is a small fast food place on campus not too far from the dorms. I decided to try the new chicken fries. I'm not sure if there is a specific gene that is passed from parent to child, but a few flakes of pepper leaves me with my mouth on fire and me dabbing my forehead with a paper towel. I'm going to blame my mother for this one. Love you mom, not your fault. Anyways, the first few fries were very good. Fast forward ten minutes later and my face is sweating as I'm fighting through trying to finish these small sticks of dynamite. Thank God for very cold Nestea.

Alright then,

Bhoov

In the City

Today Megan and I took a trip into the city. We visited the Met for awhile, made a short lived trip through central park, ate in little Italy, and checked out some of the shops along Broadway.

The Met was as exciting as a museum could be. The building is absolutely huge and bread crumbs were needed to find out way out. The artwork was great, the Egyptian section was the best by far, and all the guards acted like they had been telling thousands of people to stop taking pictures for the past five hours straight. Pictures will be posted later on about the Met by the way.

Central Park was a pretty fun time, even though I think it is meant more for people who didn't grow up around trees and grass. To me it wasn't really all that exciting.

We ate dinner in little Italy, which, during this time of year, is more like a giant mosh pit of drunk Italians and pissed off New Yorkers. Apparently the San Gennaro feast was taking place. The San Gennero feast is like a giant Bloomsburg fair, with a couple hundred thousand more people. There were venders set up everywhere, food everywhere you looked. Megan and I ended up getting a table at a restaurant outside. The spaghetti was tremendous and the italian bread was even better. While eating, a crazy new yorker lady and boyfriend showed up and the woman decided that she was going to scream and cuss over a vendors side table blocking her way to the door of her apartment. F bombs just started flying. Wow, the guy who was with her almost got in a brawl with these three, mobster looking italian guys, not a great idea. So while having a nice sit down meal, I was constantly on my toes waiting to catch a flying chair or Sausage link, yes, the italian vendor was selling sausages. That finally calmed down and we had a very nice meal. Little Italy restaurants are 2/2 in satisfying meals.

After escaping the mosh pit, we headed down broadway to check out some little shops and stores. We went in a few shoe stores, didn't really find anything. I walked in a clothing store, very nice place, reminded me of an American Eagle or something close to it. I was thinking that I wanted a shirt or sweater, something in that ball park. I saw some nice cardigans, which I only have one that I like, so I was holding it up to myself, and it looked pretty good. I proceeded to reach inside the collar for the price tag just to see what we were looking at. When I first pulled it out, it was one of those times where you have to kind of double check it, or hold it further away from your face like parents do. 185$ for a navy blue cardigan. I salesman came over and asked if I needed help. I smiled, said "no thanks", put down the $185 cardigan, and walked out of the store.

Overall it was a good day.

Til next time,

Bhoov

Another Year in the City

"Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over

The dog days are done

Can't you hear the horses

Cause here they come"

~Florence and the Machine

A new year at St. Johns has begun. The story of a country boy becoming a city kid continues. First of all, the lyrics above are part of a great song. Anyone who has not heard it needs to open up a new tab, go to youtube, and type in Florence and the Machine- dog days are done. Anywho, the sophomore year at St. Johns has started off as good as I could have hoped I'd say. I haven't encountered any professors with inaudible accents nor have I set foot in the city of Newark. Two thumbs up there.

Tomorrow I am going into Manhattan to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. This is not for pure leisurely enjoyment. I have to write a "visual analysis" on one of the paintings there for my Discover New York Class. The class is more or less a joke so I'm not too worried, plus two the museum admission is purely donation, great for poor college students. After art viewing? not really sure the term for it, but afterwards I'm heading next door to take a stroll in Central Park. I figure that is the closest to home I will get for another couple weeks. I'm talking about the trees and green for those of you who didn't catch that.

No real complaints yet this early in the year other than the fact that I am digging my way into piles of debt, and St. Johns cant provide a network fast enough to load a 30 second youtube video. My netflix viewing will have to go on hold til some of my tuition money kicks in and helps pay for network repairs. Other than that..no complains. More stories to come after visiting the Met and central park.

Til next time,

Bhoov

One Life

Lately I've been thinking. I've always been the type who is all about looking at choices... Choices in life. Til now, I've always been afraid to make the wrong choice. I liked to weigh my odds and think to myself, "Can I handle the outcomes of this?" Turns out, I usually spent all my time weighing odds and thinking about choices, instead of actually making them. Always a what if guy, what if I'm not supposed to make this choice or that. I feel, because of that, I might have missed out on some opportunities.

Recently, I found myself being faced with a bigger decision than ever before. I basically came to a crossroads in life. The kind of choice which said "Okay I'm going to live this life" or "Maybe thats just not the life for me." So, instead of sitting back and just thinking about it, I made a choice..."Maybe thats just not the life for me." I broke a heart in the process of all this. Two actually, the second I'm slowly trying to piece back together inside my own chest.

I think, what hurts the most is the memories. There are a lot of memories made in 5 years, both good and bad...but the good always blotted at the bad. Classes together, first kiss, proms, car accidents, basketball games, board games... the list really goes on and on. A frat guy from my college really said it best when I told him that her and I had been together for 5 years. "Wow. That is so f***in sweet. So what? You guys are going to get married, have kids, have a dog, and have a f***in white picket fence around your backyard? That is the most F***in adorable thing I've ever heard." So yeah, I must be completely insane to just give all that up right? It was basically a gut decision. I know I could end up being a 70 year old man looking back and thinking wow how did I let that one go, but I just figure, thats better than going through life wondering what if. You know? How could life have been different? or better?

Some choices are tough to make, unbearable even. But I guess that if a choice doesn't work out the way you would have wanted, the important thing is that you have friends and family there who will look at you the same way they always did.

And who knows, maybe our paths will meet again? I believe in second chances...

Bhoov

And So It Begins

Just got home from the first night of summer chemistry. I thought the drive would be the worst part (its about an hour to get to Luzerne), but I was very wrong. The prof is, well, I'm not sure really how to put it. Okay, this guy is like if Chevy Chase had a baby with Will Ferrell in Old School when he gets shot by the trank gun....but neither of them are funny...at all. Meet Francis. He will be my best buddy for the next four weeks, yesssss.

Til next time,
Bhoov

Music and Movies

Hello all,

I have decided that a new goal of mine is to watch one movie and listen to one new song (or discover the name of an artist of a song that is familiar) every day til...forever. So...if I live to be 219, that will mean I will have seen 73050 movies and listened to the same in songs. Not bad.

I wish I was a movie character. Nothing exciting happens in real life if you think about it...plus setting anything to epic music just makes it better.

Well, judging by the above..you can guess how exciting my day was. Maybe if you set me tearing down a fence to music, it may seem pretty exciting...without music..not so much. That was the highlight of my day sad as it is.

Bhoov


Song: "Hemmorhage" by Fuel
Movie: "Couple's Retreat"

Back up and running

Well, the blog has not met its end quite yet. Sorry for the lengthy break but it is now back on track.

Today I went golfing and then played poker. I guess you could say I have the life of a 65 year old retired eye doctor, but it works for me. Anyways, golf was fairly terrible. Favorite line of the day came from my dad. After the people in front of us shanked a tee shot into the the trees my dad turned to me and said, "make sure and remember where that went, we'll pick it up after they leave, they're never going to find it." O how ruthless golfers can be when a round goes bad.

Later on, I went to play a nice home game of poker. I told the host I would be late because of golf so he blinded me out until I arrived. I went in and sat down between the one guys wife and a guy who might have been on speed. Right away I knew it would be a great time. Don't get me wrong, the guys wife is cool and everything, but women enjoy multitasking, which usually means they don't pay attention to poker. Every two seconds I was saying, hey its on you, hey, hey...yea..its on you. As my suitmate puts it, I felt like I was the "camp counselor" at the table. Well before I knew it my ears were bleeding and half my chips were gone. Not really sure if I had lost them to other people or I had swallowed them in the attempt of choking myself. Well, I doubled up twice, made the final 7 and decided to just be stupid. So that ended that night.

I came home, watched "Knocked Up", laughed a little bit, then prayed a little bit, but nonetheless I enjoyed it. Anways, summer course starts next week, yep, shoot me now, save the pain, but hopefully that all goes okay. As for now, sleep sounds pretty good.

Til next time,
Bhoov

New Link

There is new link on the right "First trip to St. Johns". It is an essay that I had to do for my English class. Enjoy

Bhoov

Shoes

Well, I played some pick up last night with a couple guys. My favorite pair of basketball sneakers finally bit the dust, RIP. I planted and the whole right sole ripped off. It scared me at first cuz I knew either my whole foot broke off or the shoe just blew apart. I was pleased to see that option two was what actually happened. Afterward, Billy from the Bronx, asked me what size shoes I wore. Then he told me to take off my shoes as I looked at him in a sort of strange daze. Then he goes "As long as we win I don't care". Let me remind everyone that this was a game of pickup that meant nothing to anyone outside the game, well actually it didn't really mean anything for me either but you'll have this. What a champ.

Bhoov

Tale as Old as Time

I gotta say...nothing like listening to the theme song of Beauty and the Beast to unwind on a long bus ride. The time I have at home always goes way to fast. Very thankful that I got to see everyone tho, parents, sisters, relatives. I got to hit the golfcourse twice this break. First time out went great, second time out, not so great so I guess it was a balanced couple rounds of golf.

Well, like I said before, Megan and I are on our way back to the NYC. Can't say that I'm thrilled to head back, but I guess thats how I always am until til we actually get to campus. Well, pretty short and sweet. Now its naptime.

tnt

Bhoov

Subway

A New York City subway car is about the only mode of transportation I know that never has a carrying limit.

After packing up our things, Megan and I were up at the crack of dawn heading towards the Q46 bus stop. Walking down the streets of Queens isn't something I would recommend but the stop was just a few blocks from campus. The weather was nice, a cool breeze lit the air as cars wizzed by us along Union Turnpike. I wheeled my backpack along, the wheels scraping and catching on every nick in the concrete sidewalk. What a mistake it was to bring that thing to school. The handle was way too short saying that it was made for a 5th grader and it made the loudest sound ever as it rolled along (guessing I was an alarm clock for half of Queens as I rolled that thing by).

The bus ride to the Kew Gardens subway was fairly uneventful. We got a seat on the bus which is actually a rare commodity. The ride was the normal herky jerky experience as it always is, slamming on the breaks to avoid collisions and swerving to miss crazy New York City drivers.

When we arrived at the subway everyone descended the stairs and took their places along the platform. The E train arrived momentarily. Megan and I boarded. The train was fairly spacious which was to my surprise but about two stops later the subway car turned into a living breathing sardine can. I was pressed up against the doors, as a small asian lady was somehow crushed in behind me, acting as my own personal beanbag chair, but she didn't seem to mind.

The car was a cesspool. A murky, breathing, sweating cesspool. Somehow breathing someone else's air is just a strange feeling. If one person had a cold, we all had a cold. If one person had the flu, we all had the flu. Hell, if that fat guy in the middle of everything decided to bust ass, we might all be dead (okay maybe an exaggeration, but who knows).

To make a long story short, were on the bus, not public transportation but the actual bus. We're headed to Wilkes-Barre where the parents hopefully will be waiting. Really looking forward to being home. Looking forward to seeing my parents, looking forward to seeing my sisters (who are probably viewing this blog, if you are don't read too much into it :p), and I am looking forward to returning to the green of the countryside.

Til Next Time,

Bhoov

Progression of the Internet

The things that pop into my head in the hours before sleep I just can't explain, so don't ask me to. For some reason the internet was the topic of the night in my fantasy bound world implanted between my two ears. I just couldn't help but wonder what people did before the internet. If two people got into an arguement about something factual, how did they ever settle it? Lets just say that person A gets into an arguement with person B. Person A swears that the dinosaur they saw earlier in the day was blue, where person B can't emphasize enough that the particular dinosaur is in fact orange. Did they just go on arguing until one of them got tired and just gave up?

Then the power of the internet came along, the "World Wide Web". Facinating. Somehow now people would actually know the answers to questions without having to get on their horse and ride 20 miles to the nearest library. All they had to do was click on a little icon and wait as the sounds of alien language invaded their PCs (the sound that everyone knows, but no one can explain so I did my best). This power was great, however their were restrictions when using the mighty tool. When "online" (cool new word), the internet gods took away the use of the telephone. I'm sure at first the people of the time thought "hell no I'm not giving up the phone while I'm on the internet. How will I ever communicate with people." O if people only knew.

Then, the CABLE MODEM came along, which allowed for people to be online (still said as though being pronounced incorrectly) AND be able to use their phones. The best catch of this new magic box was that the alien noises were no longer needed. So people were now truely believers, "Wait, so your'e telling me that the Intranett (people were afraid to spell the word correctly in fear of the power of the internet) is just waiting for me on my computer? AND I can like...call people while I'm online (finally fully accepted in the English language).

Like I said, don't ask...just come back again

Thanks
Bhoov

Maybe Something More (revised)

Well, for those who read the blog post which this one is replacing, I can explain. Have you ever been sleep deprived and stressed? dumb question. Well, we have all had the breaking moments where strange emotions just come spilling out (like when you first cut into a frog when dissecting and a weird liquid shoots everywhere, yea like that). Well, the last blog post reflected that period of time for me. Going to bed at three everynight and just laying awake thinking about what you need to get done, yea I wouldn't recomend it to anyone.

Good day
Bhoov

Bio Lab

Just got out of Bio lab. We always have a mini lecture then we do the actual lab. Instead of the TA doing the lecture the TA's assistant graced us with his eloquent speaking skills, which proved to be interesting. I just don't understand how a person can live in a place and not be able to speak the language of the area. The lecture was on cell division and their were some words thrown in there that I didn't know were part of the English language. So I sat through a half hour or so of a chinese lesson basically...not sure if it was a coincidence or not that he lectured on the material that we would not be tested on.

Anways TGIF, its been a long week. My birthday went pretty good only I still think birthdays are overrated. I can see how as you get older they just don't matter as much to you. Somehow throughout someone's life a person's birthday has different effects. When you are little its basically the most exciting thing in the world, when you turn 19 you don't really care other than how many facebook wallposts you can rack up, and when you are old birthdays are like a sin. So its interesting, and I racked up quite a few wall posts, so thank you to those who contributed to that.

Til next time

Bhoov

Back at School

Hey guys..sorry about the slacking..alot to catch up on..

Right before I left home me and some of the guys went to see Shes Out of My League. Overall I thought it was a pretty good movie. I wouldn't waste the money to see it in theaters but its definitely a renter.

Other than that the trip back wasn't too bad. Right now I'm playing poker and I'll be keeping you updated.

Thanks

Bhoov

Alice in Wonderland

I just got back from the movies, from the heading of the blog you could probably guess what movie I saw. Alice in Wonderland has great graphics and special effects but I felt that the only connection I had with the movie was the memories of the original cartoon edition. Don't get me wrong, it was very entertaining, but if you are looking for a movie that will totally blow you away then this isn't the film for you. Narnia on steroids would basically be the best way I can describe Alice in Wonderland.

Thanks,

Bhoov

More Photography

Hey guys,

Theres only a couple more days before I have to head back to the city. Today me and the girl took a drive to one of my favorite places and I took some photos. They are up now under the My Photography links on the right hand sidebar.

Feature Photo:

til next time

BHoov

Hey Guys

Hey Guys...just wanted to make sure everyone sees my new photography pages on the right side of the screen...it will be updated about once a week so keep checking in...

Thanks,

Bhoov

AA Three Times

Well, I was in a table game tonight. Nothing big, little 8 person tourney with a $10 buyin. I took third. Not a great night, caught absolutely no cards on flops. I had decent starting hands but raising preflop is pointless because guys at the table think K6 is good as long as it is suited. I knew it wasn't going to be my night when I picked up pocket aces, min raised, and everyone folded. Bad sign right off the bat. Then I had KK..same thing. 2nd to last hand of the night for me I had only about 3 big blinds left, and I was in the big blind. I went all in blind, before the cards were even dealt. The cards were dealt, I never looked at my cards. The two people left, thought about it (it was only about 5% of the one guys stack) and then folded. I turned my cards over, just to see what I had...AA...so at that point I knew that nothing was falling where it should and that I was done. Next hand I shove with A4, guy calls with K6...he hits a K on the flop..and it holds up.

That was my night,

Bhoov

The Oscars

Well, I spent the night watching the Oscars. I thought Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin did an excellent job hosting, as well as picking fun at their fellow celebrities. I'm extremely suprised that The Hurt Locker basically cleaned up in all categories. Avatar may be the best movie I have ever seen, so it looks like I'll have to see The Hurt Locker.

Theres not a whole lot going on here at home, other than relaxing. I made a website for Megan's mom and her craft business. If you are looking for creative Christmas ornaments you should check it out. The page is not yet finished, but here is the link so you can get an idea. If you see something that interests you, you can email Laura at garthurfamily@comcast.net

clayornamentsbylaura.blogspot.com

Home

Well, being home feels really great. Hughesville boys beat Loyalsock for the District 4 title and are moving on to states. The only thing that I don't like is that I came home at a bad time of year where everything is dead from winter, but its still beautiful.

Some things you just don't get to see when you're in the city.

Using my new camera from Christmas so I get a little carried away..

Well, its good to be home

Bhoov

The Way Home

Mid-terms over...well..for now. After catching a bus and the subway, I am currently sitting in Port Authority Bus Terminal right now, just missed the 1:45 bus so now waiting on the 2:30. Looking forward to being home, but its going to be delayed for awhile. Guess thats how it goes when the subway is delayed, but it happens. Not a whole lot exciting going on, I saw a homeless guy spit on the floor in the subway car, wish I wouldn't have, but hey... now I know to watch where I step.

I'll give another shoutout to the Spartan basketball team, who are playing for a District title on Saturday against Loyalsock. Better play together...I finally get to see a game. Much rather watch a team who plays as one than St. Johns, gotta say. Anyways, home here I come.

til next time,
Bhoov

Wow

Some pretty crazy things occur when trying to figure out chem problems...Somehow....when figuring out half-life my girl stumbled upon this...

2.718^(-276556.896)= 0

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WHAT

I kid you not..this is real..idk why...get out your calculators and check

I'll leave you with this,
Bhoov

College Humor

About Me: The above photo has not been altered in any way. We are literally 2 human-head/feline-body hybrids raised by a feline-head/human-body hybrid.

Well, this might be the funniest thing I've seen all day, I thank you collegehumor.com

Some of the stuff people come up with are just downright amazing. Learned something new today...

"Accidental masturbation occurs 95% more when wearing sweatpants."

Okay, lets break this down. What I want to know is how does "accidental masturbation" occur at all? How does that happen? Then were getting statistical and saying it happens exactly 95% more with sweatpants. I want to know how someone came up with that number, because according to that, my roomate should be one big ball of embarrassing accidental masturbation because I don't think he owns pants other than sweat pants. Could "accidental" include sleepwalking? Sometimes I wear sweat pants to bed and I sleep walk. So I don't want people waking up to me in a very strange accidental situation..idk..strange fact of the day..95%

Thanks,

Bhoov

Elevator

After a long day of strenuous exams and lecture I walked back to Hollis (the dorm), swiped in, and headed towards the elevator. I waited for a minute or two. When the elevator doors opened me and a girl got on. I pushed the 5 buttonm, she pushed the 6. The doors closed and the elevator began climbing. Somewhere along the ride I zoned out and was thinking about who knows what. Well, the elevator stopped and the doors opened, I looked at the digital thing on the inside of the elevator and it said 2 with an arrow pointing down. I was seriously confused, but the first thing that came to mind was some lazy slob pushed the button on the second floor and was going to ride it to the 3rd or 4th. When the doors first opened I looked out, no one there. I looked back at the girl who was riding with me, and kind of motioned like "what the hell is going on". She looked even more confused and said, "You pushed 5..." I began to sweat, and looked at the sign outside of the elevator...we were on the 5th floor. O embarassment...

til next time,
Bhoov

Hmmm

If this doesn't make you giggle in your boots a little bit, then I don't know what will. Yes I said it, giggle in your boots. But really, picture to represent my actions as of right. Sitting watching some good basketball, if you call good basketball #1 Syracuse beating up on St. Johns. St. Johns please, please guard someone! Well, you win some you lose some.

I'll give a shoutout to my highschool Alma Mater. The spartans beat South Williamsport tonight, now they get the winner of Sock and Lewisburg, that game will be Saturday.

Spring break is almost here, thank God. Classes have been rough lately, just alot of mid terms and papers due. Plus, I can't wait to have some home cooked meals for a week. I know "the girls" (Juno & Rhea) will be happy to see me. They both just got new haircuts.

Thats all for now,

Bhoov

Philosophy

To start off Philosophy isn't really my thing. When I see something, for the most part thats as far as it goes. I don't ask why its a certain color or what state of being it is in. Going into the PA field I'm sure I'm going to have to be able to know what Socrates views were on sophists. Yep, thats exactly what I'm going to have to know.

Going further with the matter, I must say that I cannot stand the philosophy majors in that class. Its entirely too easy to spot them because they are the ones answering all the questions and are in a deep state of pondering 99% of the time they are awake. This one kid in class, wow, the teacher will ask a question and his hand will shoot up...and its like "here we go". Then he rubs his chin and motions with his hands as he spits out terms that havent been used since the invention of water. I can't help but think "how the hell do you get through the day?". Seriously, they must stop and think about everything. A car passes them on the sidewalk and instantly they go into deep thought about if the car was actually there or if their minds wanted the car to be there so it just existed in some parallel universe. Amazing. Well somehow I got out of the Philosophy exam with a B+ so I'll take it.

til next time
bhoov

March is HERE ~Bubble and Syracuse~

Favorite month of the year is here. Look, I'm rhyming I'm so happy. March is not only the month of my birthday/St. Pattys Day (17th), but more importantly it is the month of madness. If you don't know what March Madness is then you are simply not American. The best College basketball teams squares off in a 64 team bracket. The last one left standing is crowned national champ. Blah blah blah...now on to the good stuff. The biggest subject leading up to the tourney is the talk about "the bubble" or the teams fighting to make the big dance. This year some bubble teams include Notre Dame, Virginia tech, and Miss State. These teams have a chance to make it but they must do well in their conference tournaments.

Other news in college hoops: Syracuse tops the rankings with their impressive win over #8 Villanova. Andy Rautin's leadership is keeping the team running smoothly while PG Scoop Jardine is giving them a strong lift coming off the bench. Many analysts say this is the best 2-3 zone coach Jim Boeheim has had in the past 20 years. Quite a compliment given the 02-03 National Champs ran the same 2-3. Syracuse is my pick to be the last team standing as of right now. The Big East conference tourney might sway my decision but it is highly unlikely.

Theology Exam

Just got back from my Theology exam. First of all we need to go over what a nice guy my proff is. Basically he is the kind of teacher you look at and just know that he is going to be a complete pushover. After taking that test I'm amazed that a priest could write an exam that is that tough. I still think I did alright on it, but still. On the brightside, one less midterm I have to worry about.

A Credit to IsawyouStJohns.com

Anyone who doesn't go to St. Johns you are probably thinking: a website made by someone with bad grammer skills. We all wonder why there is no "at" after the "you", one of the many mysteries about the site, don't look too much into it. Anyways, this site is basically a stalker site. If you see someone anywhere on campus you can say "I saw you at Montgoris (dining hall) and you were wearing such and such. I really want to talk to you". The entire thing is completely anonymous. Apparently the girls on campus at St. John's have extremely low self esteem because anything ever written by a girl ends with "I wish I had the confidence to talk to you". Pathetic, however very humorous to read. The site is a cool idea and is getting alot of attention from people on campus so if you want to check it out, some posts are pretty interesting. I'll leave you with a nice sample:

Everywhere

MAR 1ST

Posted by Anonymous in Report A Sighting

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I saw you…everywhere and its annoying. We hooked up and I played you out and now everytime you see me you look salty. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

General Location: Residentail Dorm, Apartment or House

Type of Sighting: Male seeing Female

Cheers,

Bhoov