It was savage burn on what could be considered their own home turf. Thousands turned out to see Texas battle it out with USC.
While I have always considered College Basketball the sport to watch, there was no denying the enomity of the 10 yard run by VInce Young that put his Longhorns over the top of the Trojans to take home the the most ugly and revered trophy in college football.
It was a game accented by twisted runs and hits that literally made players' helmet jar off their heads. How oelse could you reaaly describe the pure hell-bent Texas Team's desire to whip USC.
It was a bit of respite from the foul head trip that God laid on the otherside ofthe country where 12 miners were killed for doing htier jobs in a small backwater town on West Virgina.
It was only after news outlets and stray onlookers began shouting praise to this foul god that the miners had beene rescued were we told my the President of hte company that it was all a lie.
Only one had survived.
When the broadcast news began saying all were alive and flashed joyus photos of family memebers hugging and relieved that their loved ones were still were clinging to life i thought it was odd that no one was asking mine officials or anyone who was actully with the rescue team what was going on.
No one, aside from beligured family memebers, was saying for sure who was alive and who was dead. It is a real mind fuck at 3 in the morning to watch the whole situation pan out. It's enough to make even crulest of minds wonder who was behind this kind of pure evil - leading on a family in a time where their husband, son, father was trapped beneath 2 miles of rock and earth. No this was ana act of something more menacing that what some dying governor or CEO looking for profits could do alone - it was an act of desperation.
But this is not what we were going to talk about tonight; I needed an out. I was up allnight watching, reading the news and trying not ot curse at Anderson Cooper - you fucking hack.
I was tired of watching the news.
"What sorority girls don't do: watch television news - it is too depressing and boring to ever bring up in conversation. Read a newspaper - same reason...Do extra-credit project. Do the Laundry - it goes to the cleaners."
- Rush: A girl's guide to soroity success.
So I escaped to the book store. I needed something to do aside from sitting around my house alone with nothing to do. After the surgery the days started to drag on. With no job - or any job to plan for (Thanks, MSA, for that one) - I had nothing to do except for read.
In my time at home - just a little more than three weeks - I have read: The DaVinci Code and David McCollugh's 1776 (at the insistance of my HS english teacher), In Cold Blood, Feet to the Fire (a book about journalists who covered 9-11 and how they wished they had done better afterward) and now have moved on to Pledged: The Secret Life of Sororities.
I'll let that last book sink in for a second.
The whole premiss of the book is not new - a journalist (female) poses as a sorority girl for a year and then writes a book about it.
It is actually really interesting - it is nothing really new that I have not already picked up from the mind-fuck that is induced on hundreds of girls at my college, but it is interesting that she picks out four girls to really follow all year.
Two of them are people she admits in the beginning of the book seem like they would never join a sorority - she also admits that she thought following htese girls would make for a little more damning of a book. I think this is what got me into the book in the first place; the pure honesty that the author brings to the introduction of the book itself.
She admits, for example, that she knew nothing of greeks or how they worked. She originally was doing a story on the TExas greek system and found it facinating how much of an emphasis there was and wanted to expand it to a whole social study on the subject. The amount of sociological background and support she puts in here also makes me think she was trying for a kind of research book, more than a story book.
Sure, there are bitches and stereotypical sorority girls weaved through the entire book, but the book it actually quite interesting about how greeks from the natioanl office to the lowest pledge use this twisted form of mental manupliation to seperate out the "weak from the strong." The idea that they groom leaders, but at the same time demoralize girls to train them to be followers. Rampet promotion of sex and sexual acts given and traded between frats and sororities, but the idea of being a slut or labled a slut is still applicable.
It does make a few references to my own college and its greek institution and a whole host of others in the area. I kind of want to make the limited number of greek students i know read this book. Get a better handle on how they might swallow it.
Well, we have strayed far off topic again. Anyway, this resurgence in my reading has made me once again want to write my own book. I am not sure what itiwll be about by my mom, of all people, thinks i should make it about my junior year of college.
The whole idea of living in a place we calledthe Temple of Gonzo and the crashing of a funeral simply becasue we could.
However, she said that while I should write this book in the next few months, I should not show it to anyone unless I trusted them. Instead, I should put it away for about 10 years. Then in the year 2016 - when I am riding around in my hover-car - I will bring it out, re-write it and hopefully, she said, be able to add a little wisdom inbetween the tales of late night binges and drug addled study sessions.
Make it something like Stand By Me, but the standing might be a little harder with as much alcohol invovled. I could see it being a cross between Stand by me and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - with a little dash of Breakfast of Champions mixed in.
Techinally, I wrote the ending to a book I wanted to write last summer. My idea was to look at how things ended and make it a book of, in weird sence, how things ended and how those endings really make up one big narrative about how I had lived.
Lame, I know. This is why i never finished it - my endings always suck.
Like this one.