Sunday, April 24, 2011

Well my trip is done and I figured I wanted to post at least one thing. I don't really know what to say in one post, but I'm sure u are all glad that my facebook has been pretty quiet. I apologize in advance for the next few weeks. Hope everyone had an amazing time as well, I know that I feel like a changed person. Looking forward to seeing everyone back in AA or this summer. I'll be in DC so hit me up.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

What up From Taiwan

What's up guys, haven't really had any internet access, but just wanted to make a quick post, so that I'm not left out of this. Just left China, and am now in Taiwan. This trip has been ridiculous, and you can all defriend me soon on fb, b/c there will be a ton of uploads coming. But for real, hope everyone is having a sick time. Really lookin' forward to next year.

Monday, March 7, 2011


Hey guys,

Just figured I would give this a try and see how it goes.....I've been here in Sydney for about 3 weeks now and its fucking awesome. My apartment is less than a block away from the beach and its been in the high 70's/80's and sunny since I've been here. My roommates are from Boulder, and one of them is from my hometown and our apartment is 20 guys and is essentially a frat house. I have gone into the city almost every night since I've been here and have spent an absurd amount of money, mostly on alcohol and that has been mostly goon.

Australian girls are amazing too. Every single one of them seems to be about 5'7", with blonde hair and blue eyes and they are all extremely outgoing and nice. The first Thursday I was here I made friends with a group of Australians and they bought me drinks all night, which was fucking awesome, and then we went to a karaoke bar where I then sang Piano Man as payment, but it was worth it.

Last Thursday we went on a booze cruise around Sydney Harbor and then Saturday was the Mardi Gras parade here. (Gay parade). But unfortunately I don't remember anything past 3pm and don't remember any of the parade. Apparently it wasn't as gay as people thought it was going to be.....

I haven't gone to the zoo yet but I'm planning on it, and tomorrow I don't have class so I'm going to Manly beach, which is apparently amazing.....

Hope the European reunion this past week for spring break was amazing, and I'll talk to you guys soon.

Saturday, February 12, 2011


(title: copyright Messingschlager, 2010).
So I figured someone would have posted about this by now- as usual laziness has gotten the best of us. Last weekend, Power, Mark and I went to Grenoble, France to meet up with Will, Jimmy and Cory. We got in on Friday (Jimmy and Cory had gotten there the night before) and waited for the other guys to get back from the slopes. We finally get to Will's apartment, which is a ten-by-ten-foot, smaller-than-Markley-dorms, plain-white walk-in-closet-sized room with a lofted bed, stove, sink and shower without a curtain. Just imagine five bros passed the fuck out on a tile floor lined up like sardines. On Friday night, we went to Will's friends' apartment to pregame, where we crushed a few bottles before heading out to a few pubs.
The next morning, we got up at like 7 and dragged ourselves to the bus station with our ski gear. An hour later, we were heading up the chair lift. Highlights of that day: Mark Jay pizza-slicing his way down every run, Power and I rocking jeans, Power wearing socks for gloves, and our constant competitive bickering in the unique style of GNAR (Gaffney's Numerical Assessment of Radness- if you are into skiing/snowboarding, look this up. theres a hilarious documentary). Basically just the immortal six of us yelling variations of "I'm so much better than you!", "Check me out- I'm about to rip this shit!", and "I'm the best skier on this mountain!" to each other and random strangers as we flew by them. Must have been the first time six Michigan Fijis have ever met up in the French Alps.
That night, we pregamed in Will's closet-room before we went to the tram stop. While we were waiting for the tram, a Thai man came up to us with a bottle and cognac and we gladly let him join the crew. We passed the bottle around while we taught our new friend Tun some brocabulary, including "slampiece," "smash," and the infinitive "to roll deep as fuck." We went to a couple of places, but we hadn't left Will's apartment until after midnight, and bars in Grenoble don't stay open very late. This (combined with our high BAC levels) made for a very interesting night. At one of the bars we went to, the bouncers wouldn't let us in. They kept saying that we needed to find some girls if we wanted to get in, so we tried to join a few groups that included some bitches. There were seven of us, so this strategy didn't work out too well. Then a group of mostly French dudes walked right in without any trouble from the bouncers. Blacked out and frustrated, Mark asked Will how to say a very specific word in French. Mark then walked over to the bar entrance and began yelling "la racisme! la racisme!" (basically calling the bouncers racists). One of the bouncers pushed Mark, who briefly ran away before returning to continue his yelling. This set the bouncers off, and about six of these huge French assholes came out of the bar entryway to beat the shit out of us. One of them was putting on a pair of thick leather gloves, and another was brandishing a nightstick, so we got the fuck out of there. We hit up another bar or two before we decided to head back to the apartment.
On our way back, we got kinda lost, and ended up crossing a bridge with these long concrete arcs coming up about 50 feet on either side of the road. In his drunken stupor, Cory thought it would be a good idea to run up one of these concrete arcs, which rose at an angle that must have seemed very inviting at the time. For a few minutes, Cory was standing on top of the arc, 50 feet above us and another 30 or so above the water. After a bit, Cory came down on the other side of the arc just fine, accomplishing another extreme drunken feat and giving us yet another reason to call our friend the stupekid. We eventually found our way back to the apartment, where we promptly passed out on the tile floor. Cory and Jimmy left the next morning, and we dipped out after Mark finished streaming the Super Bowl the following night. What a weekend- officer reports and pictures to come soon...

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

#2 First Weekend Trip Valencia/Alicante

Last weekend Garrett, Mark, and I went to Valencia and Alicante, which is a city a little further south down the coast, for a night each. This is a pic of us at a castle in Alicante. Our first night was in Valencia and we met up with Tad and Gustman for dinner and beers to start off the night. After a while we went to our first bar and while we were having our first round there we see these two tall women and a midget dressed up with facepaint and shit. It was weird as fuck so we got the hell out of there. At the second bar/club close to the end of the night Garrett was already visibly more drunk than everyone else so we told him to go check out the dance floor for any potentials. After a while he never came back and we were ready to leave so we go to find him and he is grinding on this old, ugly spanish woman. So we yank him off this woman and call it a night. Our second night in Alicante was a lot more fun and probably the most we have drank all semester. We started with a few bottles of wine on the roof of our hostel and meet these three english girls, a magician, and the magicians hot ass bitch from iceland. So we eventually go out with all of these people but the whole pregame we had our own personal magic show and this guy was fucking amazing. So when we get to the club mark and I decide to get real fucked up so we ordered a couple rounds of absinthe. After a few minutes of no hallucinations we buy a few more. We never ended up hallucinating, it just tastes like gasoline and got us incredibly fucked up. At this point we are both blackout with no idea where garrett went (turned out he was making out with one of the British chicks) and we start mingling with the locals. After mark was done talking to each girl he tells them to hit him up on facebook and gives them garrett's name. Also, I had friend requests from two black girls and a fat bitch. What a fucking night.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Tel Aviv Holla

wuz good brethren, day 2 in tel aviv and I wanted to throw a stamp on the future nobel-prize-in-literature-winning blog studyabro. pretty funny story, last night after we got in a bunch of people who just met on the program had a pregame and went to some club downtown. the place was packed and this one guy scott was absolutely destroyed, and he wandered off from the group for a little bit. we lost track of him in this crowded place and started to worry about whether or not he had passed out in some back alley and gotten jumped or something. all of a sudden we see him, so fucked he looks like a zombie, with an enormous sweaty 6'5 white dude walking around with his arm around his shoulder and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. scott was too drunk to realize the guy was gay and this went on for a solid 15 minutes. then out of the blue some other israeli dude starts arguing with the enormous sweaty white guy. i caught snippets of the conversation and they were 100 percent arguing about who had the trump card on investigating scotts butthole later that night. the israeli dude threw some vodka in the enormous guys face, and i got really pumped and just starting yelling the infinitive hebrew word of "to fight" to try and start a brawl. eventually, a whole section of the club was laughing while i was screaming "TO FIGHT, TO FIGHT!" as these guys grappled until they got kicked out.
hopefully some pictures to come soon. miss all my boys from back home. also, i think itd be solid if people posted their spring break dates to see whats good around then; mine is a couple weeks in mid-march and I'm thinking of booking a ticket to Spain or Italy.
much love,

Monday, January 17, 2011

#1 Transcontinental Bitch Chant

The first successful international powerhour went down last night between mark, garrett, and myself in spain and matthews, sule, and ankney in 3C. Garrett mark and I ended up using 40's of San Miguel instead of cans because it was cheaper (1.2 euro per 40). Anyways, towards the end of the powerhour (so it was actually like the 75th minute) garrett was at the end of his second 40. As we all know, drinking the ass of a luke warm 40 is not very fun, but you gotta do what you gotta do. So garrett downs the entrails of his San Miguel, gags a couple of times, and then throws up in his hands. He then said "Dont worry guys, its just foam". This sparked the first transcontinental bitch chant. A few minutes later we get a knock on our door from the next door neighbor telling us to quiet down because people were sleeping.

On another note that same day we went to park guell in barcelona and got a pretty sweet view of the city. Here is a video of it.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

First Post Bitches

Just got done with our first day trip on our third day in Barcelona here are some pics of the castle we saw and a view of the city