Post #3

   Hello again!!! Much has happened to me during my time here on campus in Baltimore. So far, everything about this semester is fantastic. However, that's not the main subject of my post today. The main point is my person, Andrew, who I discussed in my last post. I can promise one thing about him. He is still as bizarre as the last time I wrote about him. He somehow finds a way to turn anything mundane into a wild ride. 

  Speaking of things that are mundane, he usually starts his day off just as many others do, with breakfast at Boulder. This is because he's usually hungover, and Boulder is the place that makes the best food to remedy that situation. From there, he interacts with just about every person he can find. It's as if he has an insatiable itch that just can't be scratched when it comes to socializing. He just needs to talk to anyone he can find. This is how he gets his excitement in every morning. I notice this because I'm quite the opposite of him. Ever since I was a child I've been incredibly introverted 

  From there he's off to his classes, which seem to be either extremely early or very late. There is no in-between with him. Living a day in his shoes must be quite a rollercoaster because no day seems to be the same. If it's not the morning or evening, he can usually be found sitting on his living room couch yelling at some esoteric sport. You may be wondering, why does he enjoy these sports that no one else seems to have an interest in? The answer is simple: money.

    Ever since I met him (which was not long ago) sports betting has been central to his personality. He doesn't just bet on football or basketball like your average Joe. He finds the strangest most foreign sport one can possibly think of on these sports books. I have to wonder if what he does is even legal. For example, how does one find out how to bet on Yugoslavian women's table tennis? Before him, my only experience with betting was throwing twenty dollars on the Jets to win. 

 Andrew has other vices as well. As mentioned before, he's quite the drinker. Specifically, he drinks miller lite and skrewball peanut butter whiskey. This leads to a smell of cheap beer and peanut butter sandwiches. Not that this smell follows him around all the time. It's just prevalent in his room. 

 Andrew's daily duties do include going to class as well. Funnily enough, I have no idea what his major is. Despite the fact that I've spent quite a lot of time with him, he always seems to mumble and trail off when I ask him about his school work. Maybe he just don't like his work? Maybe he's burned out after just a few classes? Either way, I know it has something to do with business because he spends most of his time in the Sellinger school of business 

 I have witnessed Andrew doing homework before, and it seems to be a to of numbers and graphs. All of it is lost on me. I'm an English major here at Loyola, so anything to do with math repulses me. From the snippets of work I've seen, I can only speculate that it might be Accounting. If that's really the case, I can't blame him for not wanting to talk about his school work. Accounting has seemed like a draining job since the day I learned what it was. 

 Andrew ends his day with the same way he starts it. With a meal at the same place where he got breakfast. It's interesting to watch him do his routine. For dinner, he takes advantage of the all you can eat aspect of the cafeteria. Usually, he will eat a minimum of three plates of food. At most, he'll eat six. This of course depends on what is being served for dinner. 

The night time is always dominated by sports for him. This time, it is football. Interestingly, he doesn't seem to bet on the one sport he truly cares about. He has no problem putting down fifty dollars for English darts, but football is scared to him. His favorite teams are the Packers and the Giants. Not to say that he's never placed a bet on the Giants to win, but he seems much more interested in the camaraderie of the game as opposed to profiting. 

 Night time does not give peaceful vibes in Andrew's room. Since he lives with other sports fans, they are constantly screaming at the TV. This is behavior that I'm not used to, so I usually make myself scarce when things get extra rowdy. His day usually ends at 12 am. From there, he gets up after a long rest and does it all again the next day.