Notre Dame. You know I love you and you will be in my heart forever. But I have a serious bone to pick with you. Let's start of first of all just with the fact that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. And I am no young pup. I am 22, aka one year older than the legal drinking age. Why you gotta go giving me 30 hours of community service plus alcohol class... for the second time?? You're nuts. Guess what. Game day means people drink. How about focus on those nutcases cursing around small children or spraying beer on innocent bystanders? I was just minding my own business. Your antics will not teach me anything. Obviously I will not do that again but not because of you. Being removed from a game just sucks. I learned that on my own. Also, a $10 parking ticket for crossing the line? Are you serious? I park in that very spot like every other day. Get a life and stop gouging me of my precious dollas.
Second of all. I just want to say, as put so eloquently by my roommates sister's boyfriend (what), please just let the children play. It's neither appropriate nor legal (wait, is it?) to pull over a cab and breathalize all its innocent passengers. It's not nice to discriminate against people in the stadium just because they are dressed completely in gold. We only have four years at this fine place. Let the children play. It makes me sad to see those cutthroat students pissing their college life away in some research basement. I would rather see people being asked to tone it down a bit. Call me irresponsible or whatever (even though I have gotten much more on top of my game than before) but do what the Spanish do. APROVECHAR.
Third of all. This does not have to do with Notre Dame. This goes out to boys. Man up. I think I know how to put you in your place if not. At least Weezy knows. I really do miss MJ also.
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