Stick It To The Man

Well don't that just suck!

2005-03-07T01:16:00.000-06:00

Just because we didn't post for a little while...oh, let's say two or three months everyone wants to quit leaving comments on our blog. Well let me tell you america (not that you are listening anymore) we are still here and we are as loud as ever, and we are still STICKING IT TO THE MAN!!! So, america, if you don't start commenting...then piss off...we will quit entertaining you with our witty banter and humorous rhetoric.

Just kidding, we love you America! Till next time, Stay classy!

signing off, this is Coffey

DUDE WE ARE SO GOING TO GRADUATE!!!

2005-02-27T23:22:00.000-06:00

Wow if anyone of you out there are reading this right now I apologize for any doctor's bills that might be incurred due the heart attacks that might be happening due to this post. Seriously though, from the bottom of Hilltop 8's hearts we apologize for NOT keeping America up to date on the happenings and the goings on of this notorious apartment.

So here is the low down. We have been blessed with a new member of the Hilltop coalition. (ooooh did I just say coalition? That could get us in trouble.) Yes I know the banner is still out dated but what can we say, We just think Ian is a better looking guy than B squared. Not really, we have just been too busy to get anything done due to the insane plague that struck our apartment at the beginning of the semester and is just now giving us a chance to catch up. So anyway if you hadn't figured it out yet B squared is our new addition to Hilltop 8. I must say he is fitting in quite well.

Other than this, being that our lives are about to take a drastic change in the next couple of months we are starting to prepare ourselves for the war that we are about to face upon graduation. That is right ladies and gentlemen we are arming ourselves with the knowledge that we will need to face the REAL WORLD. (now keep in mind viewers that some of us are trying to cram, almost literally, everything we need to know in this last semester. This would be due to the fact that we didn't pay attention for the last four years. ooooh did I just single someone out?)

Alright back on track. It is currently eleven thirty two in the evening and being that we all have become obsessed with weight loss in this apartment except for B squared (obviously) and Justin Smith and Coffey, we are all going to bed earlier because we are trying to get up and run in the morining. Now when I say "try" what I mean is Chris is getting up to run and making fun of Justin and Coffey when they don't. However, unlike in the past, Justin and Coffey are getting up in the morning to do a weigh in with Chris so that we can see what progress has taken place. (Please note: all official weigh ins will be posted here tommorow) And Coffey and Justin are going to run with Chris, being that we are going to be awake and all.

So until tommorow when the saga of the "Weight of the World" continues, my name is Coffey and I bid all America a good night!

Yeah, yeah, yeah....

2005-01-11T21:00:00.000-06:00

To the ladies... to the fellas...
We're under two weeks and counting until the beginning of every resident of Hilltop 8's FINAL semester of college. I'm growing increasingly excited about coming back to Columbia and getting away from Kroger. I've saved a small bit of money and I'm not so financially-strapped right now.
I found out I only need 1-credit hour to re-declare myself as a double major in Christian Ministries and Human Services. And it just so happened that I could drop 1-hour in which I was enrolled to add that 1-hour class. So, I have 17 hours but they should be cake. I am doing nothing this semester - taking 'er easy and enjoying life.
Weight loss progress - down about 7 pounds. Only 27 more to go.

Keep it real.
JS out.

A Festivus for the rest of us.. because tinsel distracts me.

2004-12-26T23:40:00.000-06:00

Another Christmas has come and gone and the men of Hilltop 8 have survived it. Or at least I and Innes have. I haven't talked to Coffey or Ian, but I assume that, had they died, someone would have let me know.

Festivus was a few nights ago. We didn't get to have our airing of grievances or feats of strength. Perhaps at the New Year's party.

This entry is pointless and will remain as such until its end...

which is now.

-js

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

2004-12-18T15:38:00.000-06:00

Hey guys, I think that it is December the 18th in the year of our Lord 2004. I am not exaclty sure, my life has become such a haze that the days and nights are all meshing together. Anyway, things are crazy around here. I am at my girlfriend's house with her family and we are celebrating her grandfather's 85th birthday and her sister's graduation. Her niece has been hunting me down to play the mom in her fantasy house all afternoon. (shhhh, don't tell anyone but I kind of like it!) And soon we will be going out with her friends tonight somewhere and then we will be heading home to get some family time in on my side and then we will be going to church in the morning to see her neice in a church Christmas play. So fun times to be had. I hope that everyone has a great Christmas break and I will talk to everyone at the New Year's eve party at Jeremy Buchanan's house. Be there or be square. Until next time.

Coffey

Can't Stand It! Get Me Out of Here!!!

2004-12-10T14:04:00.000-06:00

Ok I am about to shoot myself. I apologize now for the rant but I am going freaking insane. Here is the dilema. I am a sorry excuse for a student. I am in my fifth year of college and I have no desire to be here. It is currently the weekend before finals of the semester before my last and I am about to shoot myself with the inability to do a simple four page paper. I know this sounds like a small thing and you would think that I could just suck it up and be done, but let me explain.

It is not only a four page paper, I also have a project that was due a while ago. I also have four finals to study for which I am not anywhere close to being ready for. (the worst part about this is that one of them is a take home) I remember the glory days when my mind was intact and not thinking about the future when I could sit down and write a six page paper in no time and not even sweat. Now I have been working on a paper that is only four pages in length and this has been going on for a freaking WEEK! I can't stand it.

Now I would like to say that I am not asking for sympathy or even understanding I am just ranting, so I would like to thank those that would read this for your time. The sad reality is that I don't have the mental capacity anymore for school. I am a if it is not helping me pay bills or further my plite to move out of my parents house then I don't want to do it.

By the way I am fully aware of the counter arguments about how this is helping move out of my parents house and how eventually it can help me with getting my bills paid. But in my immediate state of distraught, my reasoning is that it is delaying this and adding to more debt and not helping me with the immediate finances.

So there you go, this is my rant and now it is over. I would like to leave you with a couple of quotes that I found from some fairly respectable people.

"How could youth better learn to live than by at once trying the experiment of living?" Henry D. Thoreau

"It is a miracle that curiosity survives formal education." Albert Einstein

The end of the Day has come but the legacy of the journey will Continue!

2004-12-08T01:10:00.000-06:00

It is sad but true ladies and gentlemen Chrishannukah is over. That is right the 8th and final day has come and gone and the along with it all the emotions entangled in the celebration. But don't be sad America. With the passing of Chrishannukah we as a society were able to tear away differences and become united in the commoness that was a celebration of life. So be happy and rejoice, cause isn't that what Chrishannukah is all about?

So shalom america and good night!

Free-balling, Fat-fighting, and Frivolity...

2004-12-07T01:54:00.000-06:00

As previously mentioned by my roommates, the weight-loss wager is in full swing. At a combined weight of 769, I, along with Innes & Coffey, have decided to shave off 100 pounds by May 14. Should one of us lose this bet (which we shook on), that person then owes the other successful participants $100. I will not lose. I can’t. I don’t have the $100 to give.

So, a lot of people are trying this “commando” thing. I don’t see what the big deal is. I’m commando under my underwear and, really, underwear might be, at most, a tenth of an inch thick. Therefore, I am really commando all the time as is anyone who wears underwear. I know already that my free-balling cohorts will tend to disagree. That’s okay with me, though. I had a conversation about commando earlier in the year and I think we know how that turned out… at least Chris Kendrick and I do. Let it be known that I am not completely abandoning the commando ideal. I do, however, need to get better fitting pants before I proceed in the liberating action that is freeballing. We can’t have a free show. The merchandise is not intended for browsing. In addition to that fear is the bedtime quandary. What happens when you get ready for bed and have to change in front of people? There’s only so much of me that I’m comfortable with exposing to people. At this point in my life, I'm not ready to cross that commando line.

In other news, I am completely finished with this semester except for finals. I have a CD review to do for the View and then I am free until Monday. That is way sweet.

I think I’ll use the word quandary more often.

SIDE NOTE: In your quest for anti-freeballing images, you should not search google for “free balling” and you should definitely NOT go to freeballing.com, unless you like to see pictures of guys with wood in sleep pants.. and guys with wood with nothing on at all. Hint --- PENIS.

I am Commando...Here Me Roar!

2004-12-06T22:47:00.000-06:00

I have been thinking about the term Commando. What exactly does this mean. So I decided to consult my sources. Dictionary.com says, and I quote

3 entries found for commando.

com·man·do P Pronunciation Key (k-mnd)
n. pl. com·man·dos or com·man·does

1. A small fighting force specially trained for making quick destructive raids against enemy-held areas.
2. A member of such a force.
1. An organized force of Boer troops in South Africa.
2. A raid made by such a force.

This little tid bit of information intrigued me. A few of my close friends are telling me they are going commando, does that mean they are part of a small fighting force specially trained for making quick destructive raids against enemy-held areas? Well it is possible, but not likely. So I consulted other sources.

I searched at Google.com for the word "commando" and mostly what I found were links to the 1985 Schwarzenegger gilm Commando.

I like the movie and all, but I don't think Schartzy is the key to my question.

Then I found myself at a wall. What the crap does commando mean? So I decided to consult my final source, yes that's right, there is no where else to look in the world for information but to the great and powerful hilltop 8 roomate, justin. I asked justin about the subject, and he said, "Commando means no underwear". A light bulb went off in my head and I finally had it. No underwear, no wall holding back the troops, no constrictivity. Is this the sole solution to mans problems, I think so.

As part of my research, I decided to try this commando thing out for a spin. I figure it can only save me money on laundry, so what the hell, right? Absolutely. Right now I am in day two of commandoism and believe me there is nothing like it. I feel someone just tore down the wall in Germany, I feel liberty, openness, its great. Well, we all know that stories like this from me end up with some suddle moral. And here it is, ladies and gentlemen, don't knock it till you try it, commandoism=freedom, straight up. Stay free america, and thank you Derek for opening my eyes to commandoism.

yeah, he's commando

--Christop the nakid

The weight of the world is on Hilltop 8

2004-12-06T22:37:00.000-06:00

Well that is right folks, it is official three residents of Hilltop 8 have come to the conclusion that we are fat. And we are not talking about P.H.A.T Pretty Hot And Tempting...no, no, no. We are talking about "Oh, my god I am going to explode from bending over and tying my shoe. " So we have decided to loose 100lbs. That is right ladies and gentlemen you heard it first, 100 POUNDS!!
Not a piece of course that would be rather crazy I might think. No, no, collectively we will loose one hundred pounds.

Now, tonight was the official weighing in ceromonies. We started with Justin Smith, that is right America you know him as the big quiet teddy bear that always has a smile on his face, but TONIGHT!!!! He was a large and ferocious BEAST of a man ready to tear away his MANFLESH!!!
He tipped the scales at a respectable 253lbs.

Next up America was that formerly curly headed now in the 7th day of celebration of Chrishanukah coffee shop workin, I'm goin crazy about school kid Chris Innes. This man is absolutely foaming at the mouth about this weight loss challenge.
He is tipping in at remarkably the same as Justin at 253lbs.

And finally in our competition we have the one, the only, that is right, the person who can be talked into anything regardless of how much he doesn't want to do something. The hairy man that can't say no.............COFFEY!!!!
I tipped over the scales at 263lbs.

So america, stayed tuned and we will bring you up to date coverage on this blogger reality event!!!! But for now I am going to bed to dream of CANDY BARRRRRSSS!!!!!

Lata,
Coffey

Can't Focus...So Tired...I Think I Am Falling Asleep... And The Story Of A Golfing Legend

2004-12-01T07:46:00.001-06:00

I have come to the conclusion this semester, that the one thing that is holding me down more than anything else is sleep. I waste most of my day sleeping. I go to bed somewhere between 12-1AM and I don't get up until at the earliest 9:30AM. Too often I will just sleep twelve hours, actually about three days a week. And then there are naps, I nap a couple of times a week and I don't understand why. It's not like I am doing anything strenious that requires a nap, I just decide to sleep. So I decided to change all that. Now I have a new schedule. It is the "I will sleep from 1:30AM until 6:30AM and drink a lot of coffee during the day" plan. So far things are working well. Yesterday I followed the plan and I was pretty tired, but I will say it helped me fall asleep faster. Today I am feeling little sluggish, but I believe if I can make it through lunch I am in the homestretch, maybe. A famous person once said, "You can sleep when you die." This is a good statement, but it is also to note that this individual had no credintials in the sleep sector of the world.

That was a lengthy blog, so I will comment on the Golf Legend section later, I am too tired to type, I think I will stare at the wall now for three hours.

--Rock On America

Chris

The Return of the Justin

2004-11-29T13:58:00.001-06:00

FESTIVUS COUNTDOWN: 24 DAYS

Hilltop 8 is falling to the ground. Okay, so that's not entirely true, but we can agree that it is a mess. Much thanks to the newest member of our wench team - Abby. She was captured from the jungles of Draper and transported across the way via the old ship Skylark. Though not without hesitation, she quickly learned her place as resident dishwasher after a violent uprising was tamed by Innes and myself. Sadly, Abby escaped the clutches of H8. Two weeks hence, the apartment is displaying the results of our slaves' emancipation. Again, we look for wenches.

I am skipping class right now. I am basically done with the semester now that I have finished all of my research papers and term projects, so I lack motivation to sit through classes. Hopefully, the other 1/2 of H8 who are in the class aren't skipping so I can borrow their notes. Perhaps Dr. Swan is a Seinfeld fan and will have mercy on me for missing his class to watch it.

Thanksgiving proved to be a nice break. I went to Ohio and it snowed. I ate alot of turkey, purchased a laptop, and got caught up on some sleep.

There are three weeks left in the semester. That's one half of my senior year. That, my friends, is f-ing scary. I'm concerned with my life post-Lindsey will be like. Of course, God's never let me down before so I don't suppose that He'll start now.

There's a lady outside walking her dog and I can hear her through the window saying, "COME HERE! GET OVER HERE! THIS WAY!" It's really funny, but I guess you'd just have to hear it for yourself. It's the same lady I saw walking her dog a few weeks ago. I tried to talk to her then and she looked at me, then looked at the ground, as if frightened for her life. Yes, the pervading attitude of Columbia toward the college must be that friendly young gentlemen have no intentions but to terrorize, rape, and kill 70-year-old, bonnet-wearing ladies who have no control over their canines.

Submitted for your approval,
JLS.

Hanukah Hacked & Other Thoughts

2004-11-24T03:54:00.000-06:00

Sup everyone, sorry I have not posted lately, its been some busy times lately. So our apartment had decided to offically support a couple of holidays. I will be writing about one in particular, Hanukah. Hanukah is sometimes referred to as the Jew's Christmas, well that is no where near right, but we like hanukah for several reasons. First, Hanukah is much longer than Christmas. This means more parties, more food, more presents. Second, Hanukah means candles and candles leave good scents, no candles on christmas, just a sucky tree. Third, Hanukah brings into the Hilltop 8 language cool words like Menorah and Dreidel. Most of all, we want everyone to know that we fully support the Jews and Adam Sandler.

In support of our new favorite holiday, we decided we needed to do something to spice up the holiday a bit. Christians get Christmas trees, so we decided that Jews should get some type of plant as well. This new creation shall be called the Hanukah Bush. This plant starts off as a small shrub outside of an apartment complex or alongside a road, when the holiday season comes around, Hanukians cut it down and decorate it with Jewish gifts and symbols, like the Star of David. Just the other night, Dustin and I spent hours walking around campus looking for the perfect Hanukah Bush. Driving for donuts we finally found the perfect Hanukah Bush on the side of the road. We jumped out, grabbed the Sizaw and went to work. Now we have a beautiful Hanukah Bush in Hilltop 8, pictures to come. But please do come by and check out our new bush.

Tonight was also an exciting night. Five-Star is giving out free 16oz drinks to support the holiday season, so we made three trips during a three hour period to make sure we were hydrated. We also played a little Fungo Golf (tm). This involves one golf club per person and a tennis ball per person. We play nine holes using trees as holes, good stuff. I was hoping to win, but I lost by one shot, still coming in second out of 6, not bad. It was raining pretty heavily during the entire event, so I must say I am quite cold.

In other news, I am doing decently in handling the death of my father. It has been a couple of weeks, but I will say not nearly a day goes by without me pondering on the whole thing for at least an hour or so. A lot of memories of my childhood have popped into my head lately, like my father teaching me to tie my shoes, or the time he was on his hands and knees chasing me in the house and I jumped out a window to evade his ticking, or the walks to school on the secret sidewalk as a small child. I have known for a couple of years that my father probably wouldnt make it for too long, yet even though I thought about several times, including what I would say at the funeral, or how my relations with my family could change, nothing measures with reality. I never would have thought it could be this hard, so much pain and heartache, I guess it means I really loved him and knew that he really loved me. The holidays will be tough without him, he always made (in my opinion) our holidays what made them special. He brought the laughs and the love, I feel like a large part of that is now my responsiblity. Well I am sure I will comment more on the situation later.

Chris K, Justin, saraijh and I are going to breakfast at 7:00AM, considering it is 4:21 AM, I should probably get some sleep. Well guys, enjoy the holidays, the food, the laughs, and the family. I will post again after Turkey Day. Stay Strong America.

This Message Was Brought To You By
Chris Innes
President Write-In For 2008

Chris Comes Back To Reality, A Long Heartfelt Post

2004-11-05T18:33:00.000-06:00

Hello Friends, Family, and strangers I don't know who read about my life. I have been doing a lot of homework lately, so I haven't blogged. Well I have caught up for the most part, and I believe it is time to get started again. Since my last blog here has what has happened. I cut my hours back at the coffee shop so I can experience life more. We started cleaning our apartment so wenches are not needed for cleaning, but we could use some wenches that like to cook. Especially at about 2:00AM, we get hungry around that time. My Finance (yes that's right, like money, finance) and I decided to get married in Cincy and have our honeymoon there too, and no you cannot come with us, to the honeymoon that is. I also got a new bike, it is friggin awesome, but I will show pictures later.

Now for news that is plagin me. Yes, my father did pass on last weekend. It has been tearing me apart. I never thought anything could suck this much, but it can. Here is the story. He had a liver transplant my senior year of high school and was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure about two years ago. He has been in and out of the hospital for about four years but he never let it bring him down. Just last week, he was in the hospital having fluid drained from around his heart. Sarah and I went to visit him twice during the stay, and he seemed as if nothing was wrong. After he got out of the hospital, He told me over the phone that he had not felt better in about a year. So I thought things were getting better, but life is a gift and you never know when it expires.

On Friday night he had been up late messing with his baseball cards for a card show the next morning. He left the house to pick up my brother from Toyota (where my brother works) and go to the card show at about 4:30AM. He got some coffee and other stuff at a gas station at about 5:15AM. He was supposed to pick up my brother at a certain gas station but luckily he went to the wrong one, because he didn't live to see my brother. While sitting in his van, my father had a heart attack and passed on. I don't believe he was in a lot of pain because he didn't try to leave the van or signal anyone for help. The gas station attendant found him around 11:00 and called 911, but it was too late.

The visitation was monday and the funeral tuesday. I drove back tuesday evening to vote, which was tough. I loved my father a lot and I know he loved me just as much. It is tough to see him go because I believe that in many ways I am exactly like my father, I always thrive to see people laugh and I cannot help it but talk to everyone in the room. I will miss my father but I know he is in a much better place.

But that is all I can say for now, sorry if I seem like I am rambling, I just needed to get some stuff off my chest. But I am off to homecoming activities, I will continue at another time. Stay strong America, keep the rock real

I AM CRAZY MAN, HEAR ME ROAR!!!

--Chris

Wench Hunt 2: The Saga Continues

2004-10-21T14:32:00.000-05:00

Our wenches have failed us miserably as you can see from the photos below.

Hey, wench. Do you see anything wrong with this picture? Because I do. It's called A FREAKING MESS.
What about this one?

Could it be that you're supposed to empty the trash? Oh, no, wait that's right. PLEASE let it pile up until it has no where to go but the floor. Please, do that for me.

I wonder if the health department would recommend keeping an employee who knowingly leaves food out for several days at a time? Yeah, I kinda doubt it too. Likewise, don't expect to keep your job around here much longer, piece of scum.

I love to have things all over the desk, especially ashes. It smells AWESOME!

It's okay. I like to use dirty dishes anyway.

PUBLIC NOTICE: Hilltop 8 is now accepting applications for new wenches to clean the apartment. All interested should apply in person at the apartment and bring their rubber gloves and toilet brush. Lazy wenches need not apply.

-JUSTIN

I Am Dissolving Myself, Please Read

2004-10-18T22:31:00.000-05:00

Well America, I will taking a short leave of absence, I believe it to be from two to three weeks. I have so much homework to do that I am, directly after this email, locking myself in my room and I am fasting from the dining center until my homework is done. Yes i will still be leaving to go to the bathroom and work, but no extra activities, I must become a hermit until all my homework is done, I am sorry for those few people who wish to spend time with me, it just has to happen.

On another note, here is a quick update of my life. The band is going well, sarah is doing well, we are planning a wedding, my father is in the hospital with heart problems and will be getting a defibulator, and i'm now nervous because i am planning a wedding. Until we meet again.

--Chris

Am I Trying To Be An Adult?

2004-10-12T23:22:00.000-05:00

Well, fall break hasn't actually lived up to its title. Yes it is fall, but it is no break by any measurement. I have had to work the past two days, and I will be working the rest of the week. I am making myself read eighty pages a day to catch up on a research project, and I am actually excersising every day. Over the course of the break I have cycled more than I have my entire life and I feel really good about it. I have also watched a couple of movies, but not ordinary movies like you would think a twenty year old would want to watch. I have began to harbor fond feelings for documentaries. I don't know if it is my desire to learn, which I am just realizing exists, or if I am just becoming a loser like my fiance wants me to be, sorry sarah. Whatever it is, I am beginning to feel like an adult and to be honest I kind of like it. I cannot really describe it, its just a feeling I am starting to notice. Yet there is something there that still begs the child/wild teenager to come alive. I still have these instances where I want to rip my clothes off and go streaking, yet my adult nature stops me. Anyway, enough of the crappy rambling, I'm going to bed, it's 11:35, and I am still feeling like an adult, we will see how long this lasts.

--One hairless roomate who really likes sleeping naked named Chris

Fall Break - Day 1

2004-10-11T23:01:00.001-05:00

Over the weekend, Mood & Jenn got married. That was weird. It's somewhat unnerving to watch your close friends get married and realize that you're going to be alone for the rest of your natural life!! Regardless, Hilltop 8 had a good presence at the wedding/post-wedding bash - I sang "I Will Be Queer" at the ceremony & Coffey & Chris provided exceptional DJ work. Amen, indeed. The future Mr. & Mrs. Innes accompanied me to Eubank this weekend as did Sister Mary Abby & I believe it was a relatively good time, though by the end of the reception, we were all a bit tired.

I'm at home in the immense metropolis that is Eubank, KY. I enjoyed my day of slave labor at the local grocery. By "enjoyed" I mean "endured" and by "endured" I mean "despised." But it is money and I am in desperate need for it. I'll work one more day this week and then I have a dentist appointment on Wednesday, followed by church and a haircut on Thursday. Then a short drive to Louisville will I make to see the David Crowder Band and on Friday, I'll see Trip 7 play in al-BAN-ee. Fall break is will soon be over as will be the semester and, subsequently, my senior year and college experience. Scary, but I'm not going there.

If, by chance, you read this and are bored, give me a call. I'm sure not doing anything here.

My name is Justin and all of my limbs are still covered in hair.

A Tragedy In Hilltop 8, As One Member Experiences New Life

2004-10-08T13:01:00.000-05:00

I DONT HAVE HAIR ON MY ARMS OR LEGS

That's right folks, over the past week, I have stepped into a new world. A world filled with smooth skin and a hairless body. I broke down this week. I can't really explain what happened. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms or the lack of sleep, but it struck and struck hard. Over the course of the week, i decided to have hairless arms. That was a little weird, but then I took it further. I took the next step and now I have hairless legs, yes I am all that is woman. I must admit that I like it. It's a great feeling, I can sit around and rub my legs and they feel nice, I highly recommend it. Alright everyone, laugh and mock me, but I am still Chris Innes.

This morning Coffey and I got up early and went mountain biking at the Lindsey Trails, it was good stuff. We thought we were taking the easy trails but it ended up being the expert course, whoa, it was crazy. Then we came out a little away from where we were supposed to, so we spent the next half an hour riding back to the car, but overall I loved it. I think I have found a new hobby.

This weekend I am DJing Moody's wedding, so I will update once that is over, I am a little nervous but I think all is well. Until we meet again America.

Rock The Good Fight
--Chris

Reasons I Want To Be On Unemployment

2004-10-06T21:32:00.000-05:00

So I got this job. From the outside it looks and feels like a cool job. I work at a coffee shop, I wait tables, I make coffee, I make food, I make the customer happy, I clean, I go home. Easy life right? Wrong answer man with no brain. As each day progresses I find that I hate my job. I don't like the customers, I don't like some of the employees, and I don't like the crap. I often feel like I am the only one that refills the chocolate pump, or that actually cleans the sink. It's not like our employees don't know how to do it, we made a list for them.

I also don't like my job because I am only working for money. I am not working for the benefit of society, I am just making sure some rich people don't have to go home and actually cook, what a shame. Maybe if I was teaching children or basically anything else but the food business I might actually be happy with my job. I guess I could be unemployed and not have a job, those people get paid too you know. Oh well, I guess that is why I am going to college. Sorry if this sounds complainy, I am complaining.

Rock On America
Chris

PS, I SHAVED MY ARMS!!!

There is no need for a title

2004-10-06T13:10:00.001-05:00

This update is just to remind the avid readers of the Hilltop that I, Justin Smith, can say with great certainty that I am not in fact going crazy and/or wild. I am having fun... tons of it... but I am not doing anything I shouldn't be doing - despite what my behavior may indicate.

That is all.

Hilltop8 Sends Man To Moon

2004-10-04T13:11:00.000-05:00

So this weekend was pretty great. The Band traveled to Ohio on Friday night and to northern Indiana on Saturday night for some great music action. Friday night was at a place called The Gathering Grounds. It was part of a strip mall, I'm not speaking about nudity here folks, and was a place we had been trying to play in for a while. We played second and had a pretty good show. More than anything I had a lot of fun, it was good times. If you guys want to check out the site just click the link.

We stayed that night in a hotel, and then drove to Goshen, Indiana the next morning. Not only was this saturday a good day to play a show, it was also Coffey's Birthday. We took him out to eat at Lonestar Steakhouse, he likes texas, he's a republican. We used our dirty napkins to give coffey a Turbin and armbands. The waitresses really liked that when they sang happy birthday to him. Also, that night, after the show we decorated the van with streamers and stuff and suprised him, it was good times. Due to legalities, I cannot post his age. Ask him, he might tell you. He is getting old, poor guy.

So Saturday our show was at The Post. It was a really cool place, it was an old post office that had been turned into a music venue. We opened because it was our first time there. We had a lot of fun playing, I really enjoyed myself. After we played, we hung around for the next three bands to play. I liked what I heard, it is always good to hear other bands play, even if you don't dig their style. That night we pulled an all nighter and drove back to Lexington. At about 2 AM, Coffey and I jumped out of the van and went running through a corn field. I fell on my face about 15 rows in. The fall pulled pretty tough on my eyebrow ring, but I'm a tough guy, I will make it through. Shortly after that I took over driving. We pulled into Lexington about 6:00 AM eastern time. Because I am such a crazy fool, I immediately hopped into my car and drove the two hour trip back to Columbia, luckily I neve sleep, so it wasn't a big deal.

Sorry for the long post, I tried to cram details as best as possible. Overall we had a great weekend, God has blessed us so much. We were able to play before a different crowd than we are used to and I think everything went over well. We're not doing anything this weekend because Coffey and I are DJing a wedding for a close friend of ours. Over the next week, be praying for us, we are working on some new music. Also be checking our website for updates. Love you guys.

--Chris

Good God, I'm a moron.

2004-09-30T10:51:00.000-05:00

And now for a COMPLETELY impropable (yet, at the same time still likely) situation from Justin:

Setting:
Lindsey Wilson College campus and the surrounding 10 mile radius; it's 10:30 PM, a clear, crisp autumn night with a full moon.

The cast:
3 men in their early 20s; 3 women in their early 20s; a 1986 Buick; a haunted bridge; a lonely beach.

The story:
The 6 idiots pile into the Buick for a quick trip to Tebb's Bend, not knowing what the night may hold. Two of the 6 are new to TB. Accordingly, the 6 get out of the car and walk across the closed bridge and sit outside the house for quite sometime, just staring at it. After a bit of hilarity, exceptional underground music, and a phone call that makes wishes come true, the 6 decide to detour from the normal route home to stop by the lake to hang out.

Mind you, it's 45 degrees.

One of the 3 guys says, "Man, I want to go swimming."
"What?? You're crazy! It's freezing out here," says one of the other guys.
The last guy says, "Dude, I wanna go too."
"Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it." say the girls, wielding their feminine wiles and peer pressure like Jim Jones on Kool-Aid day.
"I need to peeeeeeee..." says one girl.
"Go to the woods," says one guy.
"I can't," replies girl.
"If you girls go pee in the woods, we'll jump in the lake."
Off the girls scurry to the trees.
"Ohhhh, s*@#!" exclaims guy who vowed to jump in the lake.
"Let's do it."
"I don't want to."
"You're only young once."
"Okay."

So the guys strip down to their least layers whilst the girls use the "facilities." When the girls return, they are much surpised to see the scantily-clad guys knee-deep in the water.

"I'm taking pictures!!" exclaimed one girl while another made her way to the water and started splashing the boys, followed by a belly flop.

Not to be outdone, the boys jumped in as well, headfirst.

After that, there were 6 girls and no boys.

Epilogue :
This is all a purely hypothetical situation.

And if you believe that last line, you're dumb.

Sound, What Sound?

2004-09-30T01:17:00.000-05:00

Drama. I don't like it. Yet, I can't seem to do anything without it. Everything I do, everywhere I go, it follows me. Drama this, Drama that. In life I would just like to have a job and a family and no drama. Yet drama often strangles the life out of me so that I am incapable of doing anything. For example, the apartment next to mine, always has their music blasting, ALWAYS. I can't ever think. I go to sleep each night with a rumbling bass line in my head. Yet if I ever even turn the tv on or the stereo, they go crazy. Yes I do have a powerful stereo, but it is seldom that I unleash the power it holds within. Right now the stereo's volume is on 4. With a capability of 24, I don't think 4 is a very disturbling volume level. Yet there it goes again, the pounding on the wall. I thought that having no neighbors living under me would mean I wouldn't have a problem with neighbors complaining about noise. Yet I am wrong, again. Why can't the world just live in peace and harmony? I am preturbed.

--One pissed off resident at Hilltop8

Serving proudly since 2004

2004-09-27T16:04:00.000-05:00

Another slave
Originally uploaded by biginnes.

You see not all of our slaves are unhappy. Here we have a wonderful specimen happily working for the betterment of my butt. Yes that is right I said my butt. This slave is our bike slave and he is promptly working on the problem that has been bugging me for literally days. I have a hard tiny little wee bike seat and for a big guy like myself that is not good so he is set off to correct this wedging problem.

So remember Amercia treat your slaves well, they are the ones making your lives better! And remember, this ain't your forefather's slave, so be kind!

NOTE: THIS STATEMENT WAS MADE BY COFFEY AND DOES NOT NECESSARILY REPRESENT THE THOUGHTS AND/OR VIEWS OF HILLTOP 8. HILLTOP 8 DOES NOT BELIEVE IN SLAVERY IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM. MR. COFFEY MAY HAVE A DIFFERENT VIEW, THIS IS HIS PROBLEM.

YOU'RE OUT!!!!

2004-09-27T15:56:00.000-05:00

I'm dead sexy
Originally uploaded by biginnes.

And now ladies and gentlemen I bring you the latest from the sports world. It is official Lindsey Wilson College is retarded. I say this with all the love that I possess. They have officially asked me to umpire softball! Now I know for some of you you might be thinking, well that is good Coffey. You played softball, you even have a softball trophy, you have a big mouth this fits. Well my good Americans you are WRONG!!! Yes I did play softball and yes I do have a softball trophy, BUT you must understand I was a robot to this game. I just did what people told me to do. I DON'T KNOW THE RULES THAT WELL!!! For example, Nate the wonderfull lad that he is put me behind the plate for the first game, a pitch was thrown and it hit the plate. For those of you who have a clue in the world this would be called a ball...but no not in my world I said strike. (I am awesome.) So needless to say from thence forth I am to stand in the outfield and watch the game!!! I suck at umpiring but hey I get paid for it!!! MOOOHHAHAAHAAHAAA!!!!! Oh and other than that I get to dress in wonderfully snazzy cute little umpire cloths as revealed in the piture!

-Coffey

Shout Outs, Props, & The Beginning Of An Empire

2004-09-27T13:59:00.000-05:00

What's up America. So about this blogging business, I like blogging, but i wish more people would comment. Comments give me motivation to blog the next day, it's like a payment service, if you want to read my blog, then comment. On with the next section of business. Some of my friends have been complaining about me mentioning them so I am going to try and give shout outs to those who have affected (get it affected) Hilltop 8. Here We Go

Shout Outs

To Jamie, Ashley, Sarah, and others who helped paint Hilltop 8 for the first time, without your efforts this blog would never have been born. To the administration of the college, you suck. To my roomates, thanx for always cleaning up my mess. Shout outs go to Draper 2b, for moving into my apartment and then declaring war on me, that was real nice. Shout outs to Matt for always commenting, you are our greatest fan (I am sure we will have a commencement blog soon). Shout outs to Leslie, for making me do Shout outs. Shout outs to Draper 2a, I have to give you shout outs because my finance lives there. Shout outs to George W. Bush, for giving me the purpose to remove the "w" from my keyboard. Shout outs to anyone else I didn't mention, maybe I would if you would comment more.

Other News

An empire has began. Not one of those crappy empires like ole Great Britain, also known as the mother land. But an empire built upon principal and truths. Ok, so I noticed I am not making enough money to support getting married, so I decided to start fixing computers with two of my hommies, Derek and Dustin. We call this great venture, Focus IT Solutions. We named it "Focus" so when one of us isn't doing well, we can scream, "Focus name" like "Focus Chris" or "Focus Dustin". Anyway, we are going to be doing several tasks, pretty much anything to do with computers. So if you would like to hire us please call @ 270-250-2966 or emails us at FocusChris@gmail.com, FocusDustin@gmail.com, or FocusDerek@gmail.com and of course we would appreciate the business.

I also wanted to let everyone know, I had a good weekend, and I am learning to appreciate life for what it is, and I believe that "what" is friendships and love. I had an epiphany (again) over the weekend that nothing matters, not the cars, or clothes, or anything except for my friends/family and the time we spend together. I have concluded to this before, but I needed to realize that again.

Until we meet again America, Stay True To The Rock

--Chris

I'm Losing My Freakin Mind America

2004-09-23T01:03:00.000-05:00

Hello Again America, last night I posted my serious thoughts of the week. Tonight is a different story. Tonight I will be reporting on a very serious subject. A subject that will divide not only nations but familes as well. A subject that will anger both sides and sicken individuals who dare to speak of it. Yes, I am talking about the war, but I don't even know if anyone can yet call it a war. It is something hard to describe, but something is definetely there. And this something is a thing of gargantious proportions that haunts me often. This something is Kendra Westwood.

It started off as an unsettling friendship two years ago when she refused to talk to me in my earth science class. That's right, she refused to talk to me, I often said, "Hey Kendra, what's up?" and she never said anything. I know what you are thinking, that's dispicable.

Then more and more carried on. She continued her spot on the singers tour bus as the host of a failing comedy hour. I knew what was happening, I saw those looks she tried to throw my way, her "success" that she tried to taunt me with. I even tried to help Miss Westwood in her technological conflicts, still her wrath poured black for my soul.

Then the straw broke. One early afternoon, I asked the one and only Kendra Westwood for a t-shirt to SUPPORT her father, but of course, being the evil one she is, she said no. I knew what was really going on. I was the one being laughed at, I didn't have a shirt, everyone else did. I took this as an action of war, I don't like fights, but Miss Kendra, that's another story. So to oppose Jack Westwood Monday (everyone wears the "shirt" on this day), I made a shirt supporting Jack Westwood's opponent. This was still all done in good taste. Yet Kendra took it the wrong direction. After wearing my shirt for only an hour, I decided to give it to Miss Kendra as the universal sign of "no hard feeling here", yet Kendra made a poor choice.

The next afternoon I found the shirt shredded and covered in blood in my mailbox. This is AN OUTRAGE AMERICA. We have been tricked, lied to. We can not take such debachery in our great free nation. I was an innocent victim who was attacked by a vicous animal. I ask each and every one of you to revolt back against The Beast, DOWN WITH KENDRA WESTWOOD. For now I will be hiding in a pill box somewhere outside campus while formulating a plan for THE WESTWOOD DESTRUCTION. I can only ask you, oh reader, where do you stand?

And for those who don't like to read, sorry for the long blog. Until next time America, stay true to the Rock.

-Chris

Chris' Serious Blog Of The Week

2004-09-22T01:32:00.000-05:00

I have began to realize, that in a year I will no longer be able to wonder into friends roooms to just see what is going on. I will no longer be able to spend three hours in the dinning center because I have nothing else to do. I will no longer be able to craft inventive ideas into the wee hours that will never come true but make a great story to friends. I will no longer be able to stress over homework I am not going to do until after it needs to be turned in. I will no longer be able to be in college. This is an idea so foreign and unknown that it actually scares me, yes I am admitting it, it scares me. I am going to be venturing into a world where yes, I can do anything, or I can do nothing. This world is place untraveled with no map or how to instructions, at least to me. My entire life has been what I am supposed to do. I am supposed to go to high school, I am supposed to go to college, and yes I can even say, I am supposed to get married. But now what, what do I do now? I think more than anything, I am afraid of the choices. I can choose to do nothing or I can choose to make a ripple in the world, and I have to choose how the ripple is made. Maybe I am fearful because more than anything, I love my friends. I love seeing people I know I can trust with anything, people who actually care about me, or at least pretend to-ha ha that was a funny. People who go out of their way to listen and help me to feel like a human being, which the college mission constantly fails to do. On the other hand, without these significant changes I wouldn't value their friendship or the lifetime of memories I have gained over the past couple years. With all thoughts aside, I am realizing that college is going to be over soon. It is passing by faster than ever before, and maybe it is because I am having more fun than ever before. Well, that's my serious thought of the week. I hoped you enjoyed it, and hey, if you are reading this, you are probably one of those cherished friends, or maybe just a sick sadistic stalker. Anyway, thanks for all you have done.

Stay True To The Rock
Chris

There Is A Difference Between Ferries and Fairies, Whattya Know

2004-09-20T13:12:00.000-05:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have made a mistake. Last night I spoke of ferries living in Dustin's beard while I meant fairies were living in his beard. This is a huge mistake. Although it could be possible that ferries travel in his beard, I am sure that man fairies dwell there.

For those of you wanting a closer look at the man fairies, I suggest you click the link.

Note, this link is not suitable for children.

CLICK HERE FOR MAN FAIRIES!

How To Really Hack Hardware

2004-09-19T23:41:00.000-05:00

Good Morning America, Chris here, it has been a splendid weekend. Friday I drove down to Lexington to practice with the guys. We chilled Friday night as well as Saturday and worked on some new music (check out the site http://www.isaacsblessing.com). I drove back to Columbiana last night at about 1:00AM, good times.

On with my weekend, I couldn't get access to this hard drive I needed to fix, so I took it to my handy friend, Dustin, he pulled out an assortment of tools, including a hack saw, and what do you know, I now have access to the hard drive. But there is a real lesson to be learned here. Dustin fixed the problem, but I don't think we can give him all the credit. If you look at the picture closely, you will notice Dustin's beard. It is large, a little read, and quite furry, that's right America, furry. You women might not know this, but when a man's beard begins to grow furry, small animals begin to make nests in the beard. I believe Dustin must have a small man ferry living in his beard that helped me with the drive. It's true, a small man ferry. I know most of you think ferry's are women, but that is just a sterotype. There have to be men ferries to help make more ferries. Anyway, that's all I have for now, and start paying more attention to man ferries.

Until next time, Rock On Man Ferries!

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This Message Was Brought To You By
Chris Innes
A Bright And Caring Individual

Insomniac Mathematic Theater

2004-09-18T13:37:00.000-05:00

Work this mathematic equation with me, if you will.
2.5 + 5 + 4 + 4 + 2.75 + 8 + 4.
If you answered 30.25, then you are correct!
Let's try another.
8 x 7.
That's right! 56!
Now, let's try a little division.
30.25 / 56.
Very good! .54!

That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I'm running on 54% of the sleep I need for the week. That means I'm running at a 46% sleep deficit. And I've never felt so great.

-Jrizzle Smizzledizzle

I Manned the Hose, But In The End, The Hoes Got Me

2004-09-17T01:31:00.000-05:00

It's Mal-Vin-A...Farkle Day, Malvina Farkle Day, it's time to work and play, Malvina Farkle Day. That's right America, today was ole' Farkle Day. Malvina has always been good to me. In the past years I have cleaned trash and I helped build an outdoor classroom. But I must say, this Farkle Day, my final Farkle Day, surpassed them all. Usually the Farkle equation is work+play=no classes. Yet this year things took a different turn. This interuption in the equation was caused by an unusual element, mud. In the past, I, Chris Innes, have been conservative when it comes to mud, but I knew this year would be different, and the little troll in my head was correct.

I began with manning the hose. I watered down victims who fell to the beast known as the mud. Then it happened, the mud began calling my name. At first I tried to resist it, but something in me, something dark and mysterious, began to whisper back to the sloppy beast. I tried turning away from the mud and focusing on the Slip N' Slide, but it was to no avail, the mud knew my heart.

What I didn't know, is that the mud had a secret weapon, an army of hoes. As I pretended to turn my attention away from the dark substance, I saw these wenches pulling others in like a sick drug addicting its users. At the exact instance I realized this truth, I had been attacked by the hive of illigitiment (I spelled that wrong but the excitement of the mud keeps me from correcting it)mud women.

But this epic story doesn't stop there. I fell victim to the addiction of the mud. There is just something in the scent of water and dirt that beckons my soul like no other. So I began to pull others in as well, and soon the whole field had been swollowed by the mud epidemic. Am I sorry I fell susceptible to the poop slop like creature, of course not, I never regret anything. Although I will tell you this America, I am not the man I woke up as this morning, something in me has changed, something that will define me for eternity, mud. Stay in school America.

Chris

Oh and about the picture, somehow the internet swallowed the caption so here it is-
The Three MudMeGoes-Chris, Chris, and B2 and I
manned the hose before the hoes got me..

Special eD RePoTs!!!

2004-09-15T21:36:00.000-05:00

Say with me lady...I got a new 'puter, YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Coffey

Oh my gosh I can't hold my eyes open!

2004-09-15T13:23:00.000-05:00

You know it is really sad when 50% ...???...???...50% of our apartment is always tired and sleepy and can't hold our eyes open. I would show you a picture of this but I am stupid and don't know how to work the wonderful camera that we have! So alas, take my word my eyes are droopy and I can't go to sleep yet cause, alas, school becons me! Sorry no foto!!! Maybe later!

Coffey

Red Eyes, I Can't Breathe, Yup I Have SARS

2004-09-14T22:34:00.000-05:00

Originally uploaded by biginnes.

I'm sick. I think I am going to DIE.

Please send a Wench to help me.

Please

Any Wench will do

Please.

Wench #1 Apprehended

2004-09-14T01:57:00.000-05:00

After much searching, we at Hilltop 8 have finally caught our first wench. She did put up a bit of a fight, but her feminine wiles were no match for the freezer of doom. When first confronted with the pot of doom... doom being week-old mexican food... she tried to flee, but, with a bit of restraint, she learned to love it. And she finished the dishes. And now our apartment doesn't smell like a rotten carcas. Thanks, Wench #1. Your obedience during your brief period of slavery is now awarded with eternal liberation. Now, if we could just tackle another wench into cleaning the shower.

WENCHES BEWARE!!!

JLS

Stuggles

2004-09-13T02:08:00.000-05:00

Good Morning America, well ring it in, it is offical. I can't sleep, I am an insomniac. Lately I have just not been able to sleep at all. I just don't know what is wrong with me. I couldn't sleep much over the weekend either. I didn't go to bed each morning until at least 5 and then I just had trouble sleeping. Do I have too much on my mind, or too much to do? Maybe, who knows. I have been thinking a lot lately about a lot of stuff. For one, I am nervous a little about the band and where we are going. We are all graduating in less than a year, and I am excited and a little withdrawn about hitting it hard and making a life out of music. I am also scared about getting married, it's not that I don't love sarai, it's just that marriage is different. And I am just worried about some stuff. So America, pray for me and that things will work out. I hope in the next week, I can chill and be a little peaceful. I feel sometimes like I am losing my mind, and that is not a good feeling. Well America, I am off to do homework. Stay real to the Rock.

PS. It is day four and still no Wenches for Project 8.

2004-09-10T09:44:00.000-05:00

Project 8 - Day Two.
Still no wenches.

Justin "Both of my eyes are fully functioning" Smith

News From The Storm Front, Dustin Becomes A Fridge Slave, and Project 8

2004-09-10T01:48:00.000-05:00

Several new developements have occured in the past few days in Hilltop 8. I have learned a little more what it means to love unconditionally and that yeah, people do screw up. I have found a new energy drink to help me keep my four hours of sleep a night schedule. It's called RUSH, it's carbohydrate free, which means no shu-gar. With this drink my brain can function normally for days, of course until it turns to mush.

Today Dustin came over to chill with us for a bit. We shared our frustrations involving individuals who don't know how to use their computers. It just gets old fixin the same problems every week. You people have got to learn. Don't download stuff unless you know what it is. Use Firefox as an internet browser. Get some type of firewall and anti-virus software, and you will never have problems using the internet unless something breaks. We also hired Dustin as our refrigerator slave, meaning he stands in the fridge, and when we want something, we open the door and he hands it to us. We can't exactly pay him, but he gets free air conditioning and a killer view, just check out the pick.

So it seems as if our apartment is falling apart. We haven't cleaned in a couple days and I am starting to think that a storm has destroyed several rooms. Every day I come in Hilltop 8 and we either have some new form of furniture or a room has been rearranged. Not to mention there is trash and clothes everywhere. So something needs to be done. This needing of done-age is going to be called PROJECT 8.This basically means we need wenches to help us clean our apartment. If you want to help, come over and clean, if you don't want to help, you should still come over and clean. I am off to sleep. Until next time America, stay in school.

Hilltop 8 Accepts Religion

2004-09-08T14:03:00.000-05:00

Hello again America, Chris here from Hilltop 8. After a long day ofwork, Hilltop 8 officially accepted religion last night in a move that stunned critics. We had our first small group meeting and it was pretty cool. Each week, we hang out, talk about our lives, learn stuff, and encourage each other, it's good stuff. I think it will really help out Hilltop 8 and its movement to stick it to the man.

In Other News

A problem is occuring in Hilltop 8 folks, and it is not a good one. Ok, so last night I was doing homework until about 2 AM, I had to get up to go to work at 4 AM. I return from work at 5:30 AM thinking I can get some sleep, but no, the world is too evil for that. I crawl into bed, and just as I am falling asleep I hear this faint beeping which slowly becomes louder. Then the realization hits me, it's coffey's alarm clock. I decide to see if he will actually turn it off, which was a bad move on my part. The alarm then wakes up Justin who gets mad and goes into the office to vent his rigthteous anger. I decide in my half asleep concious to just lay there and hopefully Coffey will be late for work. Fifteen minutes later, he turns it off, FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER AMERICA. But he only hits the snooze button, so ten minutes later it starts going off again. So yes, I am tired, I have had almost no sleep, and I promise you, I am sleeping with a hammer tonight, if I her that alarm clock for more than four minutes, I will destroy it like Sherman destroyed the south. Until we meet again America, stay cool

-Chris

My butthole is clean. My mouth tastes like ash. My eyes are filled with fog... Tonight has been awesome.

2004-09-07T03:07:00.000-05:00

I think we're going to have to change that picture of me. I look like I have a lazy eye. America, I do NOT have a lazy eye.

As aforementioned, tonight was fog/party/guitar/cigar night at Hilltop 8. A good time was had by all, with the highlight being the painting of the coffeetable (now welcome to all sorts of grafitti) and Mexican food, prepared by Chef Tabb. We need people to hang out at this apartment more. The more people that hang out here, the more we're sticking it to the man. Guess what, residence life? People like us.

I have nothing to do until next Monday. No classes or anything, so expect more updates from me... possibly pictures of mayhem which may ensue.

Until next time, I'm out like Muhammed Ali in Jenga,

JLS

Foggy Nite

2004-09-07T01:27:00.000-05:00

Hello America, it was a foggy night tonight. Everyone important came over (that was a shot at those not there), and a little bit of hanging out occured. I found my fog machine so we had to let that sucker rip and watch the mysteries of fogginess. Then the guys and I lit up a cigar as celebration of the party. Life in Hilltop 8 is going well, tonight was the first night a lot of people have been over in a while, we do need to do some cleaning, but we have all been stressed with the paper and the like. Well America, I must be going, until next time, stay in school. -Chris

THE MAN HAS BEEN FOUND!!!

2004-09-06T14:16:00.000-05:00

That is right lady's and gentlemen, our sources have actually found a picture of "THE MAN" and even though this offensive vile excuse for human waist needs no more media attention we here at Hilltop 8 feel that it is very important that we make sure that the public is fully aware of the danger that is "THE MAN"...Now we want to warn everyone reading at this moment that this is not for those with a weak stomach or faint of heart. We now give you..........."THE MAN"
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Now we hope that this public revealing of "THE MAN" does not scare any of you off, because Hilltop 8 plans to continue coverage on the terror that is "THE MAN" and will keep all viewers up to date on the goings on of the fascistness that encompsasses the reign over LWC...until the next time L-dub this is COFFEY....STAY CLASSY LWC

Welcome to the Madman

2004-09-05T18:18:00.000-05:00

The Faces in This Image

Have been Blurred to Protect

The Innocent.

Hello everyone,

Chris here, from Hilltop 8. You might be thinking, yo dawg, what's all this about, why would you want to create a group blog about three morons in hilltop 8. Well that is where you need to read between the lines, fool. We are no mortal morons, we are Super-Morons. That's right folks, we are the type of morons you warn your kids about, we are no average Joe, we're like an average Stan.

But please, let me get to the point, or at least the end of the line. This is a place where allies can come and talk about the enemy, a place where we can share our skewed views and vent exasperations of nothingness. Basically this is just going to be the happenings of Hilltop 8 over the next year. I urge you, friends, family, and outsiders wanting to join our group, it will intrigue the depths of your mind.

Now, on to better things. As many of you know, we painted our room. Were we meaning harm, of course not, were we meaning to piss of residence life, well not directly, but if it happens it happens. Yes we did ask for permission, we did think about the consequences. Then the hand of The Man came down and struck upon us. The Man said we had to paint it back. Well folks, we faught, we faught a hard and draining battle, and that battle was lost, sadly. Yet the war is not over. We will rise again much like the Scottish rose against Mother England so many times before. If you wish to check out how the apartment once looked, just check out the image above.

I also wanted to let everyone know about this weeks "Album of the Week", thats right folks, each week we will be selecting an album important to the culture of America. This week I have personally chosen the album "Chicago Transit Authority I" by Chicago. This was Chicago's first and greatest album, debuting in 1969, also known as the year music was reborn. Great songs on this album include "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?", "Free Form Guitar", and "Liberation" which was recorded live and completely uncut. This album fuses Terry Kath's neo-psychedelic guitar (which careens to noisy, feedback-laden Hendrixesque extremes on "Free Form Guitar") to one of rock's pioneering horn sections to produce one of the greatest albums of all time.

-Chris