Super Smash Bros.

One of my most favorite video games is super Smash Bros. Melee. This game is about 8 years old now, but I still do not get tired of it as long as I have a few good fellows to play with. It is funny because "smashing" (playing Super Smash Bros.) has become a popular activity in my suite. The game can bring out the worst in the suite in the heat of competition. I consider myself to be the best in the suite at smash, but my suite mate Steve can give me a run for my money. The most entertaining thing is watching Erik become infuriated when I spike him into the black abyss of death. It has really become a great suite activity if we are bored or just feel like procrastinating on various assignments. Well, I have to go because some smashing is in the works as I type. I cannot miss out on defeating everyone and stirring up some suite resentment.

Late Night Bike Rides!

One of my most favorite things to do back when I was a freshman and sophomore in high school was to take late night bike rides over the weekend. There were so many times when I would be hanging out with my friends and had nothing to do... no parties to go to... the video games were getting old and I have already seen most of my movies. Then my friends and I came up with the best thing to do. It was much more fun than anything else that we were doing. We would go on late night bike rides anywhere from midnight til three in the morning. We rode the streets of Wilmington around our neighborhood like a biker gang. We of course had to make the usual late night stop at Taco Bell and go through the drive-thru on our bikes. Then we would make our way around the strip malls stopping in front of Harris Teeter. The late night security guy would give us threatening glares and just wondering why these teenage boys are riding bikes so late at night in his assigned turf. We might even go into Harris Teeter to mess around and grab some of the free cookies if there were any at this time of night. On the way out we would buy a large energy drink and split it between us so we could get a rush of energy to help us continue our biking adventure. The University of North Carolina at Wilmington (UNCW) would be close, and we would ocassionally ride through campus. The furthest we ever ventured at night had to be five or six miles to the Super Wal-Mart to just hang out and mess with the balls in the tall rack. Then we made the dark trip back to my house and arrived exhausted but satisified with our aimless journey. Then we would all grab a spot on the couch or on the floor and fall asleep to the sound of the T.V.

Folk Cure...

I am going to do sunburn...

Inauguration

This was the first time I have really watched an inauguration. They usually are not as much of a monumental event, or at least it never has been for me. Although there have only been a few inaugurations in my lifetime, I feel like this one has to be the most important. Everything worked out beautifully on inauguration day; it snowed, most of my classes were canceled, and I was able to watch the inauguration in peace without the worries of hustling to class. Instead, I knew the snow was waiting for me outside. I really wanted to go to the inauguration, and I missed an opportunity to go that I should have capitalized on. My old high school program, the Lyceum Program, takes an annual trip to DC in January and goes to the inauguration every fourth year. This time, because of the historical impact of this inauguration, the program invited alumni of the program to go with them to stay in the Embassy Suites hotel for three or four nights. I would have only had to pay about $160 for a great trip. Anyway, I am still glad I was able to watch it on the t.v. I am glad that Obama is president and am sure he will do good things.

Who am I?

Well, my name is Rowan McCarthy and I come from Wilmington, NC. I was born there and have basically lived there my whole life besides the glorious six months I spent in Barbados when I was around the ripe old age of five. Wilmington seems to be a pretty popular place to come from around here because it has the beach of course. It is funny because for the longest time growing up in Wilmington, I did not enjoy the beach whatsoever. Whenever my friends would invite me to go I would either just shoot them down or come up with whatever lie I could come up with to get out of it. As the years passed I learned to appreciate the beach and spent much more time there over the high school years. It was a great place to go during the summer, especially Masonboro Island on the 4th of July when hundreds of people would flock to the island to drink and enjoy the good summer times.

I think it is going to be difficult to me to come with ideas for my blog later on this semester, but I am confident I will figure it out. I will write about some of my humorous experiences or something... but if anyone has any suggestions just let me know.