Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Sunday Decisions

There are certain days that just seem meant for work. Sunday is definitely one of those days.
The weekend is over and you have to sit back and focus on the week ahead.

I went to bed Saturday night knowing that I'd put off my weekly assignment in my online course. All I had to do was write three paragraphs on some readings and post them by midnight Sunday. I figured I could pull it off.

What transpired Sunday:
8:30am: Wake up at Ocean Isle Beach with friends.
10:00am: Drive home/sleep in the backseat
1:15pm: Arrive in Chapel Hill.
1:15-4:15: Watch Panthers/Falcons game (fantasy team includes Smith and Stewart). Read the first of four articles.
4:15pm: Went upstairs to do work.
4:16pm: Passed a room of guys playing Super Smash Brothers.
4:17-6:30: Played Super Smash Brothers (see above picture for visual results of the cheapest character)
6:30pm: Decided to eat dinner at IP3's.
6:30-8:30: Pizza and Blue Moon
8:30pm: Sunday night football. Read the remaining three articles.
10:30pm: Began writing paragraphs.
11:12pm: A female unit calls and I begin debating the pros/cons of plastic surgery.
11:52pm: Conversation ends.
Midnight: Two paragraphs are written. I post my entry 10 minutes late.

Later that night, I asked myself how it was possible that I couldn't write three paragraphs in 15 hours. The answer came when I received a text message today from a graduated friend of mine:

82.5% of your senior year is left.

As time is running out, I find it impossible to turn down making memories with friends who I won't see in just 222 days.

A great man once said, "There are no bad decisions. Only questionable decisions."

Looking back, I wouldn't even call mine questionable.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

What are the odds?

I'm in my first online course this semester. It's a learning experience for me. There's just something about never actually seeing or talking to a professor or other students that makes it hard for me to believe that it's a real class.

Each week, two students are in charge of leading the discussion. Next week is my week...

Last night, in an effort to treat the online course like the credit that it's worth, I emailed my partner (Erika) and we decided to meet for lunch today and figure out a plan of attack.

In an unbelievable stroke of luck not only was my partner a gorgeous southern belle (redundant?), but we are in the same class which immediately followed lunch.

Lunch when swimmingly, we walked to class together and I sat next to her.

Allow me to digress...
Two years ago, my poetry writing professor mentioned to the class, "Each of us believes that we can accurately read someone else's thoughts while still keeping our own thoughts hidden."

I disagreed, thinking, I'm better at judging people than they are at judging me.

(End digression)

There's a girl in our class that keeps a food blog. She eats something weird everyday and blogs about it. Before class, people were talking about her next culinary conquest, some kind of exotic bratwurst sausage. It went a little something like this...

Blog girl: "I really don't know if I can get it down"
Male student: "What do you mean?"
Blog girl: "I just don't think I can put it in my mouth, it just looks so gross"
Professor: "You should blindfold yourself"
Erika: "Yeah, then you can just put the whole thing in your mouth and be done with it"
Blog girl: "Maybe I'll try it. I don't know, it's gonna be hard..."

(I listened in silence with a small smirk on my face)

Just as class was beginning, without even looking at me, Erika leaned over and said, "You're a pervert."

Poetry Professor - 1
Pomer - 0

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Reading the signs

Some signs are hard to read.

Me: "Do you want to get dinner Friday night?"
Girl X: "How about a Wednesday lunch instead...?"

Some are easier:

(See: picture)

Usually when a sign is posted all over the library, it's for a good reason.

So here's some advice: don't leave you're laptop sitting out on a table, especially with your Facebook profile open and logged in.

Monday, September 15, 2008

I judge, do you?

I don't know about you guys, but I'm an incredibly judgmental person. I sort of wish I wasn't, but I am.

I judge people, places, things and right now, most importantly, restaurants...

...by their bathrooms.

And this has been bothering me for a while now.

Top of the Hill, as many of you know, is a mediocre restaurant/bar in the center of Chapel Hill, NC that (ab)uses its primo location to charge too much for food and far too much for a beer.

So be it. I'm fine with that. I'll spend fifteen bones for a $7 burger as long as the cool people go there. That's not the issue. The issue is, if you're going to fake being a classy, upscale venue, don't give me urinals that belongs in a college football stadium. Give me something to look forward to.

When I'm dropping six hours of work on a girl for dinner, I don't want to pee into a trough. I'm already worried about the girl thinking I'm a pig. I don't need (sub)conscious conformation from the urinal.

And maybe the above example isn't exactly right for TopO, but there are a bunch of interesting possibilities out there.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Hello reader(s),

While I've been called many things, I'll be writing as a senior in college with an unknown future, desperately holding on to what has been the best four years of my life.

A friend of mine at the end of his senior year once told me that if he had one piece of advice, it would be that "any time you are deciding whether or not to do something, sit back and ask yourself if you could only do it in college. If the answer is yes, then do it." By following that advice (to a certain extent) I feel like the next year should be at worst, marginally entertaining.

I'll be blogging to:
a) share that entertainment and present some intriguing conversational topics (unrealistic)
b) entertain myself, vent and get some practice at the art of blogging (realistic)

Comments are welcome. Let me know what you think of me. Let me know what you don't think of me. Reply to posts, Facebook me (I have a strict 'accept everyone' policy) or email me (pomer22@gmail.com).

Wish me luck in writing this blog; I wish you luck in reading it.