The Rodman Blog!

Well, I'm in the middle of my most hellish week at UNC so far. Why? Well, the spirituality series is running this week -- I'll post all the links when it's done (Thursday) -- which requires me to be in the DTH a LOT. And then the flying tempers over one of our graphics -- which me and Emily were right about in the end, so at least we were vindicated. And I missed my first deadline also, and got chastised for that. And on top of that, I have a pretty busy week anyway. Script due in Chinese (for mine and Stan's homosexual translation of "Titanic" -- I can't wait to do the drawing scene!), math test, problem sets due for econ and math, essays in Chinese and history, etc. So fun stuff. So far I've only descneded into insanity a little bit -- last night, after three hours of econ, I was going a little cookie. Cooky? Kooky. Kookie. One of those words. But we'll see how I keep holding up. With any luck, tomorrow's the last day of the DTH series, which'll make my week a little easier. Oh well.

Some of the Thanksgiving pictures don't seem to be showing up. You can see them at Webshots if you wanna see what you're missing.

And I'm off to class!

Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Drove down to the 'Teeter store, and purchased two cases of fuzzy and one of hard lemonade. Something happened and everyone played ping-pong in merriment as people started to arrive. Actos pioglitazone HCI are about six feet high, 150 lbs and consist of soft, metallic fiber, sporting jovial faces which you can see because they have short, trim hair just above their eyebrows.

And that was Sabrina's commentary on this Thanksgiving! F'ing AWESOME!


Upon arrival to the Rodman house, Sabrina was looking kind of lifeless, drab, and in need of a makeover - Sabrina.

Just LOOK at those fashion faux-pas! RIDICULOUS! - Adam



A dramatic transformation from an ugly caterpiller into the coccoon and into a vibrant butterfly! - Sabrina

God, she's HOT HOT HOT! She's on FIRE! This is, like, her first skirt she's worn in YEARS.- Adam



These mama's can't get their hands off of me! - Sabrina
Ewwy. - Adam



Lara likes the lava cake! - Sabrina
Lava cake? What the fuck is that?! Sabrina's an idiot. She claims it's some type of pudding cake. But as you can see, Lara is drinking this cake. Mmm mm mmm!! - Adam



They're kissing! Hooray! That's nice. - Sabrina
Ewwy. - Adam



They have nice posture, standing in that lush green grass. - Sabrina
WHat grass? Idiot. And we look DAMN good. - Adam
Oh, they're not standing in grass? Oh. Maybe I was looking at a different picture, okay? - Sabrina



Um. Why is Connie so small and Lara so big? - Sabrina
Because she's Chinese! - Adam
It's like that lilliput thing in, uh, Gulliver's travels, except her hair isn't bright red. - Sabrina
No, but you know which guy I'm talking about? That evil little guy who was jealous because Gulliver was smaller than he was? - Sabrina
No, you idiot!!!!!! - Adam
YOu can look it up on Google if you want - Sabrina



She's playing ping pong. It's a competitive sport, and you gotta have mad skillz. - Sabrina
And I beat that bitch! Oooh, little miss tennis got beat by Adam -- TWICE. - Adam



Connie's looking cool. Pretty cool. - Sabrina
Connie just beat all the men at Boggle!!! I can't believe this!!!!!!! - Adam



Oh, she's America's next top model. - Connie
I'm in the garage. - Sabrina
Ewwy. - Adam



No, that's fine. - Uncle Ken.
Lord Baldimort! - Sabrina
I said Voldemort, not Baldimort - Sabrina
Oops. - Adam
You're mean. - Connie



Well, I do look pretty wasted - Alex.
They look pretty snazzy together - Sabrina
I have no words - Connie
GET AWAY FROM MY WOMAN! - Adam



His fuzzy navel's exploding into the camera - Sabrina
I don't understand this photo - Connie
Probably for my GIRLFRIEND, you little bastard! - Adam
Uhh, I dunno - Alex



It's self explanatory - Sabrina
Marium has no head. - Adam

And that's our photo tour of Thanksgiving! At least from my camera, with special guest commentators!!!!

Adam, a little bit, I share in your sleep problems.

I think it may be because I am so excited about going home! I can feel it now, oh boy! Anyway, I keep getting up at like 6:00 and then not sleeping as well until 8:00. But, I got up at 7:30 today. Alrighty! I am pumped about going home - my main message here. Not really, "Oh Adam!".

Three hours of sleep, and I'm just calling it quits. I'm not even that upset about it. What the hell is wrong with me?

In other news, since I have nothing else to do, my daily schedule looks like:

8:00 -- Econ
10:15 -- Christmas tree farm
noonish -- Go HOME!

Mayhap I'll take a nap there. Lord, it sucks being up this early. Especially when you went to bed past tree ...

And I'm sick too. Shit, shit shit.

At 3:30, I have my interview with Ryan for the Features Editor position. I'm all decked out in my nice clothes now, and I feel pretty stupid, so wish me luck!

Because I spend an hour doing this instead of computing triple integrated integrals.



And I still haven't gotten it perfect. But I will. Oh yes, I will.

By the way, all the pictures are on Webshots as well, if that's your viewing pleasure.

So Lara's put a lot of pictures on webshots you might not have seen. Here they are, with her original comments:


A Nice Picture of Adam.
I think Adam looks really nice in this picture. Normally, he doesn't smile so much, but in this one, he is. I think because he didn't know I was taking the picture


A Nerd.
When Jared, Adam, and I went to Duke to see Connie one Wednesday, Jared and I took pictures of some of the past members of the Math Fraternity that lives on Connie's hall. This one's named Yoichi Yamamoto.


Another Nerd.
This one's named Leonard Pimentel.


Number Three.
This guy thinks he's cool, but he's still a nerd. I mean, come on, he was in a Math Fraternity.


My Hottie Playing Pool.
This is my baby playing pool at Duke. He's a sharpshooter.


Sarah and High Fashion.
When my roommate Mary saw this picture, she asked if Sarah was really into fashion. I'd never considered it before, but as Mary put it, "It would be difficult for me to pull off a coat like that." But Sarah does it quite well.


Vodka Face.
This is me making a disgusted face after drinking some Vodka on Halloween. It hurt me.


Mary and our Room!
This is Mary on Halloween in our dorm room. It looks a little crazy. But that's deceptive.


Mary again.
This is Mary on Halloween. I don't think I meant to put it up here, but oh well, now it's up. So enjoy that hottie.


Mommy's Muscle.
This is my mama's muscle! I know it doesn't look that big in the picture (or maybe it does), but it's looking pretty hot in real life!


What a Hottie?
This guy was pretty fine. We found him in the NC Botanical Gardens off of 15-501. He tried to seduce me with his little elfish charms, but I evaded his efforts. Sarah, however, did not.


Sarah and a Statue.
This statue was also at the NC Botanical gardens. It was a highly sexual place and Sarah couldn't resist those statues. This one's feeling up her booty.


Sarah and her Statue 2.
This is just Sarah and that same statue. They broke up ten minutes later.

Okay, that's it for Lara's pictures!

I saw Adam this morning, and he was not looking too happy. So I can attest (god, I hope that's the right word) to that. It was in the library. I was researching Bob Dylan and Joan Baez and the March on Washington because (I didn't know this), but they both sang before Martin Luther King Jr. made his "I have a dream speech". Anyway, I'm really concentrating on all of this and then, I hear this beautiful voice. It's magical and it's calling my name. I look up, but I'm stupid and I don't see anyone. But then I see Adam! Oh wonderful Adam! And he looks tired and his hair looked really funky. I know I just changed tenses. So, I could tell he was a little pissed and he told me about the bad gas story and how he wanted to light a match in front of the policeman. But he already wrote about all of that. Well, I'm pretty psyched about Thanksgiving! Goodnight!

I haven't been sleeping well lately. But last night, I got to bed reasonably early and was set to recoup my considerable sleep deficit. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. At 8 or so, a policeman comes to our door and tells us there's a gas leak and that we have to evacuate NOW. The, of course, smells like gas, and I'm certainly not in the most pleasant of moods. But I comply, having no wish to get blown up. As I'm leaving, the alarm starts going off adn firemen rush into our dorm with "Move son, go that way, move!"

Fun stuff. I wish I had lit a match in front of them, wake me up you stupid ...

Well, yeah. I'm going to go try to sleep on the top floor of the library now.

Again, for the second night in a row. Great.

Nureena and Brett talk about the deep things in life. Fun stuff.

Tomorrow I'm going to a computer science competition. More fun stuff.

So we can only watch Jason dance so many times. But here's his Devin impression.

So I DO have some photos for you. Ever imagine what a typical evening in our room looks like? Well, now YOU can see!


First we have some sexy dancing. Oh, it's a movie, and you NEED to see it.


Scene 1:
You will notice our studious hero, laboring hard at his homework, whiling away his hours dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. Look at his blissful expression!


Scene 2:
What is this? A middle finger interrupting our hero's ruminitions? Is this a sign of what is to come?


Scene 3:
And before he knows it, the predator is upon him! Whatever shall he do?!


Scene 4:
Alas, all too soon it is over, and the victorious Jason emerges, well, looking quite swell.

And Jared asks:

"Time for another game of, WHAT IS BIGGER: Mars or a sea lion?"

Tonight, Marium did our weekly-ish coffee run thingamajig. Wow that girls speaks fast :). But afterwards, on the way back, Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium decided that she needed flowers from the nice flower man on the street. Except he's not really nice, and when he talks, it doesn't really sound like English. You'd think that street flowers would be, you know, cheaper than florist flowers. Since they don't have to pay for, like, a store, or, well, anything for that matter. But no. Not at all. He wanted to charge 6 dollars for two stems of daisies. Marium managed to get just one for three.

So to make it up, Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium and I (under my, unfortunate, suggestion) went to burglarize the rose garden in front of the planetarium. Our logic/rationalization: they're all gonna die soon anyway! So we might as well give them a good home, right? So we walked to the very far end of the garden, where there's no light. Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium insisted on getting the white ones, which were not QUITE in the dark.

So we're standing there, pretty obviously trying to steal a few roses when I hear someone yell, "Adam Rodman, stealing roses, are you?" Kareen, fortunately, who joined us in holding some of our bounty. So while we're chatting there, carrying a bunch of flowers (mainly the ones Marrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrium actually bought), a security guard drives by, REALLY SLOOOOOOOOWLY staring at us all evily. Marium perpetually practices buttering up her accent to get away with things -- I don't really have that luxury, so I don't think we'd have such a good excuse for, well, stealing flowers. But fortunately, he just drove by, and we got the hell out of there.

And in other news, uh, I'm really stressed from work. But I probably shouldn't write about that online.

And I'll talk some more photos for all your, uh, viewing pleasure.

And Louis Armstrong REALLY creeps me out.

Sarah and mommy came for dinner tonight! That is how I found out a juicy piece of information and also really REALLY strange! Get ready:

Here it comes:

Just a little more:

Alright, here it is. My dad has been showing those videos of me dancing to his co-workers. Bizarre... I kind of want to know what sorts-of reactions they are having.

Which is what Connie and I just had, or rather are in the middle of having, which means we saw a play with puppets, Africans, and sex between puppets and Africans, and spent a lot of my parent's money on food.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

So today I sent off the last of my first batch of internships. So 12 down, god knows how many more to go. I've been feeling really exhausted all day, which is bad since I have tons of work to do. Yay.

So Halloween.

The highlight, of course, what the much anticipated return of Skeletonius. Here you can see our intrepid skeleton lord greeting the most beautiful Lara, decked out like a mid-80s, uh, lady.



Skeletonius wasn't the only ghoulish person out there! Here's Lara and Connie Moo Cow, dressed as, well, there's Lara, and Connie's a, apparently, little kid. Hence the pig tails and the Bubble Wand. She and Brett tried to invent a made up 80s sitcom from which they were characters. She's Kurama Sakura (okay, she had a real name, but those are the Japanese restaurants on Franklin) and Brett was called "Tom Johansen".



But we can all see that he's ACTUALLY a gay little boyscout.



Please Mr. Scout Master, don't touch me there!

Diana also graced us with her presence, and her thesis partner Mary came too (dressed as "Poland", but brining wodka, so her costume was cool). What is Diana, you ask? Well, she put on a red piece of cloth around her arm and said she was a red guard. Right. Could have brought a red book at least, huh Diana?



The coolest thing about her, well, jacket, not really costume, is that you can zip it all the way up, the face too. So here is our attempt to make Diana go into her coccoon! It didn't work ...

Now, there were plenty of hotties in our room and on Franklin Street. During our explorations (just Connie and Diana and Mary and I), we saw plenty. Our journeys took us to a frat house, a pretty awesome band, me getting denied entry into another frat house, and finally, well, okay, not that exciting. But my point was, the hottest girl by far was this lovely young lady:



And that was our Halloween!