So last night was my first Friday up at OSU in a while, and I actually put my papers aside and had fun in Columbus for a change--I went out with some friends and enjoyed the not freezing temperatures.

Apparently we weren't the only ones. As I made my way back to my house in the early hours of the morning, I was surprised to see as many groups of what my friend informed me were underclassmen making their weekly pilgrimage off campus to the land of house parties. I was also surprised and not too happy to be forced to remember their habit of walking in front of cars as if the presence of alcohol in their systems has the ability to make them invincible.

But I made it home without (too much) yelling or hitting anyone, so everything was good. Until, sitting in my livingroom, I heard a racket outside our front door. Stepping out onto the porch, I discovered that one group must have decided that our garbage cans had been bad and needed a beating or something of that sort, because they were standing there, knocking them over, kicking them, punching them, effectively spewing a weeks worth of garbage all over the street, and yelling at me stuff I shouldn't publish here as I instructed them to do something else I probably shouldn't publish here.

Now I have a plea to the weekly groups who have started a trash can fight club, and don't be offended, cause I mean this in the best way possible, but please grow up. Beating up trash cans doesn't do anything but make me have to crawl around picking up wet, nasty garbage at 3 in the morning. And I can assure you that being able to beat up an inanimate object isn't going to impress anyone.