This might be our only chance

"When we built these dreams on sand, how they all slipped through our hands..."

Time for a little tribute to Brandon. I've known the kid a year, and what a year it has been.

It all starts late last August when OSU Housing sends us e-mails saying that we are roommates. So of course, I look him up on facebook, and he has his senior picture as his picture. He did the senior hand pose, and it looked like his fuckin hand was melded to his face, giving him the look of a deformed human, slightly resembling Sloth...

So then one day he IMs me... at 6AM. Hysterically, we are both awake. He had just came home from partying, and his mom was yelling at him, and I was winding down after a 5-hour poker session. We talk about how he's from Ashland, and how there's nothing to do there, so all they do is drink and party. I'm pretty sure I ask him if he's emo because of his picture.

Fast forward to move in. I don't see him at all on move in day, because I'm working most of it. The next day, I meet some guys from the Club Ultimate team at OSU, and they invite to a party at their house that night. Brandon comes along, and somehow it was actually a decent party, although both of us expected it to suck pretty badly. It was a glorious first walk of many to be had down 17th back towards the tower. However, he brings along 2 friends who I'm pretty sure were emo...

Things were a bit rocky in the beginning however, when he would set 4 or 5 alarms to wake up for his 8:30 classes, and forget to turn one of them off on a consistent basis, which would then wake me up on the one day I got to sleep in to 11:30. Let's just say that those old fashioned manual wind-up alarm clocks are really hard to turn off when you don't know how and you're really tired. Actually, let's just say that alarm clock never rang again...

There were all of the zany times... the toliet papering the elevator shafts... the duct taping the RAs door on her birthday... using duct tape to lock the rotc douchebags in their rooms... the putting fruit in the rotc guys mailboxes... the staying up late enough so that we could go eat breakfast before we went to bed for the entirety of winter quarter... the time at waffle house... the hour long conversation with somebody and everybody... the showering at the same time at 3am so we could sing.

Oh the singing... the music never ended, yet that isn't a bad thing. Especially since I didn't have to choose the music. The laying in bed just sitting there talking about ridiculous shit like the movie Ready to Rumbe, or scheming ways to mail Chris a tuba.

And oh the singing. Never before Brandon have I ever spontaneously bust into singing the chorus of "Why do you build me up buttercup?" doing the background vocals while he would do the standard lyrics... To this day, neither of us are sure how that happened.

So here's to you Brandon, the best roommate evar!... There's a full bottle of vodka here with our name on it. And Morgan and Andy are going home Friday night. Let's have a bash, just for the hell of it. Call Caitlin... but don't invite Doug, LOL!

Hope last weekend's birthday was as good as you hoped, and you know I'm already looking forward to topping it next year.

"The time that we kill keeps us alive."