I have a best friend. His name is Blaineket. To some, he may just be known as Blaine Muri, but I prefer to consider him my security Blaineket.
We met the first day outside of our academic adviser meetings. He was before me in line and afterwards, we had the awkward “Well what do we do now?” look on both of our faces. It was a bromance at first sight.
We were and are two peas in a pod, computing our way through college courses and creating loud ruckuses in the dorm halls debating (even after the past 7 months of school) whether Apple or PC is better. (If you like Macs, please leave.)
Now, why would an 18 year old college student refer to his best friend Blaine as Blaineket? I have no idea, my girlfriend thought up the idea and I decided it was embarrassing enough to call him in public and of course on the world wide interwebz (A.K.A. you guys). But I don’t know where I’d be without him.
Blaineket hails from Las Vegas and over Spring Break and Thanksgiving break he came home with me to the Big Apple. We spent days in Long Island just vegging out and watching through the entirety of Arrested Development (we all know it was before its time) and pulling pranks on the local Ice Cream Parlor workers.
We plan to room together next year in Charles Commons, just the two of us, bro-ing it out on the 7th floor. If you want to know where the party’s at… It depends what kind of party you’re looking for because we’ll probably just be debating whether Samsung screens are getting too large which in essence is an awesome party for us.
We do have our separate interests. He’s joining Sigma Alpha Epsilon (SAE) on campus and I’m joining Alpha Epsilon Pi (AEPi), but that doesn’t mean we don’t see a lot of each other.
Blaineket and I go together like Peanut Butter and Hummus, something you probably wouldn’t want to eat together, but are happy they’re friendly. I’m not really sure what that means, but just imagine that you’re craving peanuts and chick peas and we happen to be in the vicinity.
I’ve taught him to drive a stick shift car and he’s taught me the meaning of a Teraflop. I don’t know what my college experience would be without him.
Until next time,