Leg Death

My leg died the other day. I was sitting on the ground playing Borderlands when I suddenly had the urge to check my Email. As I started to stand up, I realized that my leg was dead. It wouldn't move and it was anchoring down my body like concrete block. As I swung it around against the ground in an effort to wake it and get up, it started to throb with terrible pain. Every movement I made meant more pins and needles, but every second I didn't move, my leg became more asleep. I fought the pain for almost twenty minutes, dragging myself along the floor, pulling myself up onto my bed and usually falling back down. It was like giving birth, but through my leg. And then it finally started to come around and I was able to get up. I was all alone for this time, crying and laughing and yelling at myself. It was the most shameful moment of my life. The End.

Left Gay Tony In The Borderlands 4 Dead 2

Okay so me and Yoseph were up till about three thirty (five and a half hours ago) playing Borderlands, the Left 4 Dead 2 demo, and The Ballad of Gay Tony. All of them are great.

Borderlands is my new addiction and I'm concerned about Gay Tony, cause it may interfere since it's really good as well. L4D2 is just gonna be great. The demo was very limited in all aspects, not just time, but it will be out soon and Yoseph's got ten bucks down on it. Can't wait.

Everyone was playing Call of Duty downstairs in the basement last in night in prep for the next one. Since I don't have live anymore at the moment, I'm not gonna try to get it. Also my funds are very limited. It would make a good Christmas present however.

Boys Be Jerkin' and Girls Be Trippin'

So I moved in yesterday. Temple University. I'm kickin' it with my trusty roommate, Yoseph Abdelsalam. We did up the dorm real nice with a TV and Xbox, posters, and other random comfortable items. We met some nice people and got pretty settled in. Yoseph's fasting for Ramadan so he can only eat when the sun's down. I've been spreading out meals to the point where I'm eating four a day. Soon I'll be eating six. Maybe I can get to seven. I'll have to see how it works out with my schedule.

There is so much freedom here that I'm kind of overwhelmed and as a result I have nothing to do and am completely bored. I've been trying to occupy my time, but nothing really entertains. This blog may be what will fill the void.

So tonight there was this big dance party featuring DJ Damage. Its like your normal first school dance, where not many people know each other so they just stand around and talk. But imagine a whole basketball court, a full-sized gym, of college students talking and the occasional bobbing couple or group. What's a bobber? A bobber is someone who doesn't necessarily dance, but stands in place and bobs his or her hips back and forth. A bobber is usually accompanied by another bobber in which the bobber-in-back places his hands on the bobber-in-front's hips (who is facing away from the bobber behind by the way). In fact, some professional bobbers like to color outside the lines and engage in a little bit of grinding. You see it at any classic dance party. Millions of people bobbing in the same general motion.

Before this dance party, Yoseph and I reviewed the jerk. I tried and failed at the backwards run thing, but I can do the stanky leg pretty well, so that part of the dance is good for me. I tried dropping it, but that just ended painfully. We were on a video chat via Skype with a good buddy of ours John Horan. He was playing the song and watching us attempt to jerk. I came up with a funny short film to do around it.

So back to the dance. We're looking for people we knew but no luck. I see an average guy bobbing with a girl he must have met earlier today. They bobbed politely for a moment or two, then they stopped, talked, and he kind of left. Not a minute was my head turned when I looked back to find a guy twice in height, not bobbing, not grinding, but sexing this girl. And she was sexing him back. She was getting really into it, unlike her bobbing earlier. I thought they were gonna take each other's clothes off for a second. But they didn't, because when the song was over, he walked away smiling to his friends, while she was rejoicing with hers. All the while, Mr. Bobber was watching from the sidelines... heartbroken. I feel sorry for him. He stood no chance.

Other than seeing events like this take place and girls bent over so far, their hair was getting stuck in between their toes, we didn't find anything else amusing or entertaining so we left. And that was the bulk of interesting events that occurred on this 28th night and 29th morning of August, 2009 at Temple University.

Until next time, this is Nick Kohut in college.