Mass Confusion at Eastern Illinois University

Lets face it walking to class blows. The worst part is passing kids who are done for they day and you are just getting started. Today I am furious mainly because I am cold, tired, and a long ways away from my class. So I decided to have a wee bit o fun with myself. I noticed that nobody looks each other in the eye when they pass each other and when they do and eye contact is made they look away. I figured hell since I don't know these people and don't really care what they think I will stare one person down and not break it off. So it started with this one girl walking with friends. Kinda of attractive and boom eye contact was made now at this point I was not ballsy and doing funny looks but just the normal eye contact as she got closer she would look away and check back and see me and look away again. When she passed by I couldn't help but laugh and for once I made somebody else feel really awkward. As woman number 1 passed I waited 10 secs the looked back and bam eye contact again. I broke out in laughter, this worked out pretty good. One day I figure I will get the pepper spray one day if I keep this up. I think its worth it though. 

The second time was this one kid he was pretty big walked like he had muscles the size of Uganda. I have no idea if Uganda is big but lets pretend that it is. He was walking shorts, and a golds gym sweatshirt. So I figured lets just risk it. O yeah its freezing and snowing out and this bhoyo is in shorts. But anywho I was getting worried no eye contact was made but as soon as he got withing 15 feet he looked over and he was locked. The stare down! Eyes locked just mono e mono. I slowed up my walk to allow more time and his face began to turn awkward and bam the double and triple take. Hahaha I couldn't stop laughing at myself I mean come on this kid felt awkward around me. He had like 5 of his friends around him and the whittle guy made him feel awkward. Just a small little victory on my way to class. O yeah class was cancelled! LETS GO!!!!

Why I am writing this? I have no idea. I think that this helps in my lack of self confidence sometimes around strangers. But its also a fun game. On the way back I had a few notables but nothing as spectacular some people just doing the double take. But its a fun game to play walking in public places or just walking to and from class. I am gonna play this game everyday not with the same people because, as my buddy Danndy Dire on wheel football factorweese, "Things are gonna get naughty!"

Thought of the Day:  What movie do you most want to see? I want to see Grand Torino, just because of Clint.  

Kel, Kil, or Kill?

This took me a long time to even decide if I wanted to spoil the mystery of the word 

Well recently people have been wondering about the word "Kill" As long as I can remember my Uncle P has been saying the word "kill" after somebody said something funny. When we were younger we used to think Uncle P was just saying "Kel" because of the show Keenan and Kel, yes the show with the Orange Soda. But after about 2-3 years of living a lie we found out or he told us that it was actually "kill" So it took a couple of year more like anywhere from 8-10 where it finally stuck in and I started to use it during my high school years.

It only took a crack team of experts like Eduardo, and Adams to perfect it. Sitting in Eddies basement probably making fun of women or meowing I used the word "kill" after a joke and it stuck. Now, I can't seem to stop using it or my friends to stop using it. During a long texting conversation one of my friends once said "I feel so accomplished when I get you to say kill." But what is the real story behind the word? 

Well my Uncle P uses the word "kil" instead of "kill" but its too late in my group because everybody says 'kill" But the real story went something along with a late pizza guy and a phone call. Now, I forgot the complete story but the word has a humble background. Despite the humble background it quickly rose to superstar status. The word Kil or Kill is the perfect example of the American Dream. 

Thought of The Day: When did you first hear Kil or Kill?

Simple Happy Memories

Today sitting in Biology trying to pay attention I couldn't help but wish that I could punch the DNA out of the kid next to me. I hate science always have and I suppose I always will. The kid and his buddy next to me had to be a ignorant prick to put it nicely. Luckily the Dr. Pederson got so side tracked we were asking questions about his dogs and family. So I just sat there thinking I don't know how but my mind went back to the good olde Dewey Lake.

Now, most likely I spelt the name wrong but it doesn't matter. My first memory of the glorious weekend was working at RSM a couple of days before the 4th of July. I had been hanging out with Tara and we have become pretty good friends and since her house/basement/backyard is the ultimate place to hang anytime of the year I got to meet her best friends: Meg, Colleen, and Grace (the Queen) Also I brought in Trev and we all just meshed well.  So Colleen asked me and Trev to go up to the cottage or house in the sisters lakes. Me and Trev had been there in May after prom and had a blast but that was with a different group. So sitting at RSM doing nothing like normal I was nervous my old man gave me some tude about it. He worries which is a good sign and I kinda expected it but later that day he gave me the go ahead. I think I was more worried than him though. Tara whom I knew the most was not going do to unforseen circumstances. So it was a gamble because I am kinda awkward and by kinda I mean very awkward. Throw in some women-folk I am like at a 7th grade dance all over again. You know the time when you dance with a girl arms fully extended on her hips she is doing the same. 

But any who I was in my little desk area debating if I should go texting Tara for some help, she is great at helping people. So with some thought I figured what the hell why not. Best decision I ever made. It started off kinda rocky the night before I had a long night and had a couple hours of sleep (3) and I was cranky and packed in to a little car named "Blue Angel. Meg was the Pilot of the vessel Coll riding shotgun Trev to the left window Grace in the middle for comic relief and the old cranky geeser to the right window, also all our gear was packed into the car too I might add! Once I herd the music we were listening to and the volume it was played at I knew no sleep could come my way. However, I did catch my self becoming a Taylor Swift fan, even though she is a shameless hussy who sings country. Traffic was horrible and this was my fault because they had to delay deployment because RSM needed me to be on facebook until 5. A two hours trip turned into a 5 hour voyage into across Indiana into Michigan. 

We started to play games in the car like 6 degrees of from kevin bacon, Trev is amazing at that. We started with the actor Sean Connery or Robert Mitchum. Trev did it in like 3 minutes. When we got to the house it was awesome Mrs. "C" was there with the family Sister 1 and brother 3 I think. Brother 3 was being a little brother lighting fire crackers and so on (2 days before the 4th) In a way I saw myself in him "bothering" or as I see it playing with the older kids. After many attempts we got a fire started and the good times rolled from there.  We all talked played some card games like circle of death and just chilled. It was great to sit relax and have some fun. 

The first night was a blast and a perfect way to vent and just enjoy each others company. The Rover T (trev), Grace, and I all stayed up later than the rest talking about various things on the boat, the bart.  It was one of those moments that after the first day you were like "O no I only have three more days" Actually I know I did that cause Meg goes "Just think we still have three more days!" And that changed my thinking a bit to not worry about time, TPS reports, files, waking up, or anything else. Swimming, trying to start the boat, more card games, watching the teenage couple and the third wheel next door, and just enjoying the company were all part of the next couple days agendas. 

Now, you know how I said I never really knew the other girls too well and was scared? Well it seemed I left all that back in Chicago. That summer we all become basically one. We all were best friends after that. Its hard to describe that weekend mainly because so much good came out of it. One of those moments where you feel like you knew the people forever. I for one cannot wait to go back. Now here is kinda a cheesy comment. The 4th of July is typically a holiday where you spend with your family. And I consider Trev, Meg, Coll, The Queen, and even Tara my family.

Suddenly the (stress the "e") Dr. Pederson said "woops of track again" the kids to the right of me finished their conversation about the useless crap they were talking about exchanged a quick "bro" handshake. I walked on past with a smile on my face only to step out into the cold artic wind. But I didn't mind because soon summer will be here and dewey will be lurking around the corner.

Thought of the Day: If you could pick one name what would it be? 

Obama My Momma!

It seems kinda goofy for me not to talk about the inauguration today. So I will, today I woke up early to go to the evil bio lab then to hand in my insurance wavier form that Big Bill and Marion have been nagging me about. So I was in the office and I hear Obama speaking and was upset because I missed him being sworn in. Mullen and I made hast back across campus to a dinning center ate and caught the tail end of the speech. After the meal of watered down noodles (don't ask or pretend to know what it taste like) We hustled back I took off my jeans only to wear my blue long underwear from 4th grade (doesn't fit well but who cares)  and I watched the remainder of the ceremonies. Now, I love parades normally because the troops marching in perfect step, bands playing, and all the motorcycles and that junk. The first two I watched were the Bush ones where some knuckle heads hurled eggs at the leader of the free world. But this time it was different, seeing the Revolutionary War troops walk to the step of fife and drum kinda got me thinking about How cool it would be to be president, How awesome it must be to have that costume, and how "All men are created equal" were put into play. 

Of course after the Independence of the United States black and women weren't "equal" women I can understand not being equal (joke) but the slaves even those who fought the brits weren't equal in the eyes of the law. In fact they were not equal until the Civil Right era hundreds of years later.  So it was great to see our New President Obama getting a rock star like attention from all ages and races. I will not never understand how it feels to be African American from one of my earliest memories and saddest memories was lining up outside school for my kindergarden graduation. Only to see police cars and what not because of some j ass threw a brick into a black family's front window. I am personally proud of this moment. 

Well I was going to add this story a little earlier about my trip to disney world and how my love affair for the old fife and drum troops started but for those who got dragged to Epcot First I apologize, but I do remember trying to find a place to eat and my sisters and I didn't want to go to the ethnic restaurants mainly because we had no idea what kind of food was on the menus. So we picked the remake of the Independence Hall and had hotdogs and hamburgers. While we scarfed down the delicious yum yums I remember a small band of 6 guys playing the fife and drums and carrying the old "Don't Tread on Me" and the original 13 stars and stripes flag. It was really loud and possibly the coolest thing to hear Yankee Doodle Dandy being played instead of light jazz over a p.a system. Now, you are probably calling me a dork at this point so I am gonna watch the rest of the Neighborhood Ball hopefully I get to see that mick band called U2 or something perform.

Thought of the Day:  Who are ya?

Finally watching movies

Well thursday at about 11 a miracle happened. "The Dark Knight" was on HBO. Since Eastern pays for all the dorms t have HBO I have been waiting for the movie to come out on it. I missed it a day or two before due to class. Now over the summer when everybody went Batman crazy I kinda felt like a bum. When we saw Batman begins and the theatre screen broke or something during the last ten minutes (just my luck) we got a full refund and went on to do our hoodrat stuff in Chicago Ridge Mall. So years go by and I just never saw the end, although I am a huge batman fan. Growing up at 4:30 cartoon network would play the batman cartoons and I loved em. I never liked Spiderman as much because he wasn't really human and Superman was just an alien to me but batman was the uber badass in my opinion. Quick story I remember crying because the Police Chief died in one of the special movie cartoons. 

So when the Dark Knight came out in theaters I was estatic but too lazy to rent the old version of batman instead i waited until TNT or TBS played it and I stayed in to watch it. Worth the wait? Yes, Liam Neeson broke my heart playing a villain. But I still enjoyed it. But the down fall of me is I build things up in my head or hear people building things up so I expect something beyond perfect. So when I watched it my head was spinning. Mullen left the room to go eat during the beginning and towards the end I was standing blanket wrapped around me getting as close to the tv without hurting my eyes or, more importantly, ruining the picture. 

Was it the greatest movie the world has ever seen? I still don't know maybe I'll never know. I love to watch movies and break them down in my head and do it over and over again. Last night I watched "No Country for Old Men" Mullen has been talking about it for a long time basically how awesome it was, and how its his favorite and blah blah. I remember getting in a argument over who was a better villain him or Darth Vader. Now me being a Star Wars dork I fought for Vaders respect to no avail, he did the same. The movie pissed me off mainly because the good guy didn't win. To think about it nobody really won. The Sheriff didn't even win he left thinking he was a failure. But I couldn't go to bed that night until 3-4 because I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I turned on Rock of Love Bus to put me to bed. 

So when I woke up I kinda asked myself. Isn't that the sign of a good movie always making you think? Making you lose sleep or am I just crazy? Now odds are that I am crazy but I still think the first one is true. So is it my favorite movie? Only time will tell but is it a great movie? Yes. Now I can't wait for the Dark Knight to be on again so I can watch it. I just hope its not during one of my classes or a soccer game......kill

Thought of the day: 

Who is the greatest Movie Villain? 

Hooked but not a Hooker

Alright this is kinda fun. Wow I sound like the guy from the twix commercial with the lady he was trying to boinke and uses blogging as the in. Well my last post 30 mins ago was kinda weak and I wanted to actually write something that has been playing in my head for a couple of days now. Well, if you don't know me that well then you should know I love soccer (football) Easy dorks I do call it football not futbol like hispanics I call it Football or English football. Why you ask? Because thats the feckin name. But on the Youtube I love to watch Manchester United fans chanting. One of my favorites is a Asian man standing on a table doing a Jaap Stam chant. here is how it goes ahem

"Jip Jaap Stam is a big Dutchman. 

Get past him if ya fuckin can.

Try a little trick he'll make ya look a dick

Jip Jaap, Jaap Stam."

One of my best friends Colleen started the daunting task of becoming a follower and supporter of The Fire and by the grace of God she had the Old Manchester United spirit in her. So part of our friendship is sending each other chants and videos via the facebook. I enjoy getting them I can just see her eyes lighting up or at least i hope they do. Most people when I send them my favorite ones don't ever look at it or just write it off as Bill being a nut. So when she sends them to me I feel like I accomplished something.

 Well I think or hope I warned her about football. It breaks my heart but I keep going back for it. It took my life over when I was young. My favorite memories was going to the Fire game with my Uncle P (the name will be a post later) Standing as a 8-18 year old in various stadiums in various places Mainly Old Soldier field, Cardinal Stadium in Naperville, New Soldier Field, and of course Toyota Park. Those memories ok school friday then a soccer game that night (they used to play some games on friday if i remember correctly, a night downtown with easily my favorite uncle seeing various places going to eat at great little places, and of course classic memories that I will cherish. 

Has football affected my life? O God yeah. Mostly positive some negative. Classic example was Volleyball. Now me being 5 foot nothing and in my opinion a great work ethic (sports wise) was never a "gifted" athlete. So I was cut from soccer freshman year. So during volleyball Freshman-Senior year I worked hard and tried to mimic Manchester United legend and Captain Roy Keane. (first time I saw him was with uncle P at soldier field.....kill (explain later)

For those lucky ones who saw a Marist Mens Volleyball game would notice that I would wear my emotions on my sleeve. First night at Eastern a rice boyo said he went to the Marist Rice game (killed em) and said I was "Nuts" huge compliment in my opinion. I would scream taunt and rallied, or I hoped I did was rally the troops.....Ahhh just like Roy Keane. Being hated by opponents in club and stuff. Quick example was my club team holding me and Dave Brew trying to keep my mouth shut. Now the team reffing kinda screwed us out of a vital win and I voiced my opinion to the kid watching the lines and he said he "O well" or some smart ass comment so I went after him. Like Roy Keane did in the tunnels a couple of times.

Now was I trying to be a copy cat? No I just worked hard that tourny (Keith was out) and wanted to win gold and felt screwed about it.

Random thought: 

I am not a hooker I am just love to blog already. But would love to be a male hooker, get paid for having sex? Give me a better job.

Is this thing on?

Um is this thing on? You know that bad comedian who is sweating profusely on T.V shows? Well as of right now I am that young man or woman. This is the official blog of William Langevin. The main use of this blog is to keep me from pounding my head into this desk. Some questions arise will anybody read this? The realistic answer is "No" Some people I imagine get a laugh or a glimpse of my world. I think that other than some family members that nobody will. My friends don't blog so I don't think they would even want to read one. Another question arises will i write often? At first I think hell no here is an example of why. I love watching T.V I love to watch good shows but I never make a specified time out of each thursday to watch "The Office". I would watch "Always Sunny in Philadelphia" But missed the rest of the season due to Chicago Fire games. My journal for english, which i enjoyed somewhat, I kept for a week or two then wrote them all before the last class. So this blog is really up in the air. I just hope my most die hard fans don't bother me to keep writing.  Joke of course. 

Well I think thats it for today.

Keep checking if you enjoyed it. 

Thought of the day: 

If I die from eating contaminated peanut butter, I am going to come back and kick some ass that way people would know of me as a pest and not as that kid who died from peanut butter.