The Streak Has Ended

The streak is over, 2 years and 40 days (biblical number...) since I started driving. No tickets. At 1:30pm on March 9th, a Connecticut State trooper finally got the better of me. Clocked at 92mph at exit 74 on I-84, I continued on to exit 68 before the State Trooper became visible behind me. I was informed that CT state law dictates that speeds over 85mph normally result in an arrest, however, from the kindness of his heart, the officer only gave me a ticket for 75 in a 65 - $198 bucks, but (at least in CT) no points.

What follows is a true account of what happened during my trip to Babson:

-Arrived @ 2:45 on 3/7/03
-I was hungry, so I went to the dining hall -- my old Babson ID no longer works, they raped me, $7.50 for a fucking sandwich.

-Warcraft - twice.

-Time to go to Dinner - this time, I let them swipe my non-functional ID, then ran down the stairs... they didn't pursue. No such thing as a free lunch - but free dinner... oh yeah...

-Looked for Lennon, he owed us beer. We ended up hacking into his computer for fun, because we couldn't find him.

-Berto had beer - I snagged all but one of them... time for more Warcraft.

-Told Berto about the stolen beers... he seemed pissed. Still, he did not notice me taking his last beer! I gave him the can as a consolation prize. (video to come soon!)

-Melen gets shitfaced on $4 vodka - new term was coined, he was "Melen-Drunk". - Me and Lennon proceed to laugh at his drunkeness before putting him to bed.

-Afterwords, we spent the next three hours keeping people who definitely wanted to sleep awake.

-Woke up and ate on saturday - used someone else's ID... good stuff. - Stole all of the steak knives from the dining hall - that'll teach them to charge me $7.50 for a fucking sandwich!!!

-Placed an order - two racks of busch.

-Ate again, then picked up the order...

-Warcraft/Beer Pong (I sat out most of that) - then off to the party!

-The party sucked ass. Then Nils made it worse by dragging us all over to Olin College to pick up his Ho so he could get some ass. Fuck him.

-Lennon starts playing with a spray paint can - then mysteriously runs off into the distance... I went to bed - I'm not his goddamned babysitter.

-Woken up at 9:45am by Lennon, just returning from the hospital, where the Babson Police took him after finding him. He was "Melen-drunk".
-Drove home - got the aforementioned ticket - Added another $80 to the middle-eastern terrorist funds.

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