My First Gulf Coast Rain Storm

So tonight it rained. A lot. There were hundreds of people outside cheering every time it thundered and it was awesome. Then officers of the law told us we were going to get struck by lightning. So when the lightning stopped we went back out and played in the water that was covering everything. When there's 6 inches of water on a grassy field you can slip and slide for quite a ways. That running white kid in that picture is me!

I got some grass burns but it was a ton of fun.

Some of you may be interested to know that the drainage system around here kicks ass. There was water over my knees in some places directly following the storm, and by the time we got back in about an hour later there was just a couple inches in the gutters.

Outreach Tulane

So I signed up for this volunteer thingie called Outreach Tulane. I figured it'd be a good way to meet girls, and perhaps help out the community.

The location I drew was City Park, and so we rolled up and started spreading mulch around on these trails. I pushed a wheelbarrow for like a zillion hours. It is crazy hot down here, and plants are everywhere. They even grow on the water. There are probably plants growing in thin air. That plant that looked a lot like ganja from the interstate basically just looks like a basic plant up close.

We were really close to where I'd end up with the stoned cyclists later that night, it was wild. I didn't get to see an alligator, but maybe sometime soon.

Crazy Bike People

So yesterday I was walking back to Butler (my dorm) and there were some people fixing bikes. I was like oh snap maybe they ride bikes. So I went and talked to them and this dude Phil, I think, said they were riding to city park and chilling on Saturday. So today at 6, I rolled on up to the meeting place and there were like 50 people on bikes. Most of them were totally gnarly bikes that barely rolled along, but a few people knew what was up.

So we rode through New Orleans, which is such a cool freakin' city, to the park. We rode on little trails through the jungle till we got to this secluded area on the lake. Some guys built a fire right on the ground. That's something you can do when it rains 65 inches a year. It was basically a really gnarly party, full of all these crazy biking hippie people with beards and berkenstocks and whatnot.

After the party I got straight up shut down by some girls, for the first time in my life. It was ridiculous.

I'm All Kinds of at Tulane

Aiiight yo, so this blog is for all yall people who want to know about all my dealings here at college. Basically, this site is for Mom, Grandma and Aunt Noelle. Rock and Roll.

I've been at college for about one week and 3 hours, so here's a quick rundown of my first week:

We got here on Saturday, and after much extreme driving through the narrow streets of New Orleans we pulled up at Butler House, my home for the next year. We unloaded all my shiznit and then I got my key, carried my stuff upstairs and all that awesome stuff. I met my roommate, Terry, and he's pretty cool.

The rents and I said our heart touching goodbyes the next day, and bam! I was out on my own. It's been totally awesome. I've forgotten the names of more pretty girls than I ever met in high school. The school part is pretty cool too.

I'm taking Fundamental Music Theory, Introductory Spanish, Songwriting, Early Modern England, Ethics, and Astronomy.

Music Theory is pretty cool, the stuff we're in right now is shizzle I've known since small times, but we'll get into triads and diatonic harmony and whatnot soon enough. My professor is a gigging bassist. I was going to see him play last night, but the club was 21+. The one bar in New Orleans that doesn't let minors in, and that's the one I want to go to.

Spanish is pretty sweet. It's an honors course, so it's a little harder than normal Spanish, I guess, but it ain't no big thang. Songwriting is pretty sweet. We sat around and listened to hit songs and talked about why people like them. Early Modern England is a truly brootal class. I'm gonna have to work me arse off for an A in that bad boy, I think. It's a 300 level class so I'm one of only a few freshman. My prof is Scottish, so it's totally kind of authentic. 5-10 pages is a 'short' essay in her class.

My Ethics teacher is totally awesome. His name is Dr. Anomaly, how extreme is that? And he's like, barely older than we are, I thought he was some upper classman standing at the lectern the first day of class. He says mad cusses, and it's amazing. Aristotle and Kant are completely incomprehensible.

My astronomy dude is okay I guess, it's a really big class and he just kind of lectures. A cute girl sits next to me, so astronomy is a good class.

Well that's my classes, I totally promise I'll start carrying my camera around and uploading mad pictures for yall.

Adios!