I have known Scarecrow for many years now and over that time I have picked up on his many annoying habits. The first habit that drives me crazy is when he breaths. He does not breath threw his mouth it is always threw his nose. It doesn’t produce a nasally sound; it is more of a deep breathing that everyone around him can hear. Next is the way he eats; he eats very slow and is always the last to finish a meal. This does not bother me, it is the fact that he cannot eat with his mouth closed. While eating all that can be heard is smacking. When he eats cereal it is even worse, he will continually slurp. Scarecrow will also leave the light on in his room when ever he leaves along with the TV. This does not bother me as much as the rest of his bad habits, but I am always the one to turn them off so that we are not using unnecessary electricity. Finally, there is the cleaning aspect, but I think I have mad it clear how much this bothers me.
After Scarecrow gets home from a night of drinking, one of his favorite things to do is go into the basement with T-Lew and listen to his shitty country that no one knows. The floors in our house are wood and very thin, so when he decides to do this I can hear the music clearly as well as him singing. I lived in a fraternity house last year so I am used to noise like this at three in the morning, but I am curious to know what the two of them are doing down there. The only thing that comes to mind is that they are doing something along the lines of Broke Back Mountain. When I told Scarecrow this he got pouty faced and didn’t know why I thought he was gay, and then pretended like he couldn’t remember being in the basement at 3am.
Over Thanksgiving break everyone we knew from high school comes back in town. With the exception of about three people, I don’t want to see any one from high school. The first night people came in town Smitty and Scarecrow have people over. It was also a girls 21st birthday so they were also having a party for her; I was ok with this. The next morning the house was trashed. Smitty and Scarecrow agree that Smitty will mop the floor and wipe down the counter tops. Scarecrow just has to pick up all the trash in the kitchen and the basement. He picks up the kitchen and only what is on the beer pong table down stairs. Smitty takes the next hour doing is part of the cleaning and finishing what Scarecrow didn’t do. After this we agree that we do not want to have a party the rest of the week. Our house has become the default party house and there is too much cleaning to have a party every night. That night Scarecrow decides to invite people over without telling us. Smitty and I go to the bars furious because we know that he will not clean the mess in the morning. The next morning Scarecrow gets up and picks up what’s in the kitchen. He attempts to wipe down the counter, doesn’t clean the floor, and leaves the basement a mess. The when he took the trash out, the trashcans were by the street. Instead of bringing them back to the house he just left them there. Smitty said that if Scarecrow does a horrible job of cleaning he would say something to him, so I am waiting to see what happens to night. I just know that I do not want to live with Scarecrow next year.
Siblings always look up to their older brother or sister and in Scarecrow’s case it is no different. Scarecrow has had the same jobs as his brother ever since graduating high school. Scarecrow’s brother began working as a lifeguard so Scarecrow became a lifeguard at the same pool. His brother is a high school basketball coach and so is Scarecrow. I think being the high school basketball coach is partly following his brother but also he wants to hold on to the high school memories of when he played. I don’t know Scarecrow’s brother all that well but it seems that they are the same but his brother has more self motivation. He went to UofA but graduated in five years with a major just a few steps higher than sign language. His brother got the jobs on his own; Scarecrow only got them because of his brother. Another differentiating factor is motivation, Scarecrow just won’t go to work because he doesn’t feel like it and he won’t even call in. With the lifeguarding position his brother was the boss so he got away with not coming in, on the other hand, with the basketball position there is a higher authority Scarecrow has to answer to, so things are going to be a little different. It will be interesting to see what happens when he misses their first 6am practice because he was too drunk the night before. I just don’t see how his brother puts up with the things Scarecrow does.
Scarecrow’s brother has been coaching basketball at our high school for about the past four or five years. After Scarecrow graduated he followed in his brothers footsteps and began to help coach as well. Last year I don’t think he was getting paid to coach but he would go to the practices and travel to the games with the team. This year I think he has been promoted to the freshman coach. However, this is Scarecrow so I cannot be too sure what his title really is. He makes it sound like he is the coach by telling me that he is in charge of the final cuts, but who really knows.
Over the past four months of living with Scarecrow I have not once seen him do laundry. I know that he does not use our washer, so I can only assume that he takes dirty clothes home. The reason for taking his clothes home is probably so that his mom can do it for him. Though this would be a nice luxury, I don’t think he knows how to do his laundry on his own.
There were four consecutive weeks where I don’t think Scarecrow ever went to class. It began the week of his birthday. He had his power hour one night and then his actual birthday the next night, so he decided to sleep through his classes on both of those days. The next week was the Reckless Kelly concert. After drinking that night he was in no shape to go to class the next day. The third week was T-Lew’s birthday. The same events that took place on his birthday week occurred here as well; T-Lew’s power hour and then actual birthday. During the fourth week of his absenteeism was because of a well deserved vacation. Scarecrow and T-Lew went to Colorado to visit a friend from high school. They left on a Friday and came home on Monday; missing their Monday classes. Apparently at Pima actually going to class is not necessary.
On Tuesday Reckless Kelly played at PLUSH. Reckless Kelly is one of Scarecrows favorite bands. They are underground country, if you will. I don’t know many of their songs but the ones that Scarecrow always plays, I like a lot. Scarecrow had been talking about this concert for about a month prior to them playing. He wanted me and Smitty to come with him because, “when will Reckless Kelly ever come to Tucson again?” Smitty and I both like the music so we agreed, but this was a month in advance. Once the concert came up this week I knew neither one of us were going to go. Smitty had to be up for 8am class because he hadn’t gone for the past three weeks. I was exhausted and didn’t feel like dealing with a drunk Scarecrow. I would have really enjoyed going to the concert had it not been in the middle of the week. The next morning Scarecrow said that the concert was awesome, which I’m sure is an exaggeration, and that he was driving up to Phoenix that night to go see their next show.
He never made it to Phoenix.
A couple days ago Scarecrow started the dish washer with only two plates, four cups, and some knifes and forks. There were other dishes sitting on the counter that also needed to be washed but Scarecrow just decided to start it. I think he wanted the dirty shot glasses cleaned because those were the only things in it that I hadn’t put in earlier. This isn’t the first time he has done this either. There have been other times when he has started the dish washer with nothing in it. He will leave all the other dirty dishes on the counter out of the dish washer and start it because he wants his cup washed he uses to make protein shakes. If he wants only one thing washed he should do it by hand.
Last night I had a few drinks, and after drinking a little I have no patience with Scarecrow. If there is something that I am mad at him for he is going to know. I don’t do this with every one just Scarecrow because of how much he annoys me. So I decided to tell Scarecrow not to run the dish washer when there is nothing in it. His first response back to me was that he bought the dish soap so he can run it as he pleases. I could not understand this comment, he cannot be that retarded that he doesn’t think of the other factors that go into washing dishes. I tried to stay calm and explain to him that it is not effective what he is doing. He then told me that he wasn’t the one who ran the dish washer, which is untrue because I made sure to ask the other roommates to if it was them. The conversation ended with Scarecrow’s pouty face and me still mad because of some comment that he mad after I was done talking to him. I cannot take much more of Scarecrow.
Scarecrow’s birthday was on the 17th. For two weeks before this he kept asking me if I was going out for his power hour. If you are unaware a power hour is when you go to the bar from 12:00am the morning of your 21st birthday and stay until it closes. I kept telling Scarecrow that I was not going out for his power hour. I had work early in the morning and I had a lot of school work that I had to get done that week. On my 21st birthday Scarecrow sent me a text message saying happy birthday, so I didn’t feel I had any obligation to take him out. After telling him that I was not going out he got real pouty. The night of his power hour Scarecrow went out with T-Lew and another friend that he doesn’t hang out with that often. They ended up going to the Meet Rack, a shady bar on Drachmann. I dropped him off in front of this place and was scared for myself sitting in the car. Apparently the owner is referred to as God and lives above the bar. If you go to the Meet Rack on your birthday, God gives you a free bottle of Andre and a tour of his place.
On Scarecrow’s actual birthday we went to eat at La Ferlitas. The first shot that I bought for him was a Prairie Fire, which was Tabasco and tequila. The second shot was a Three Wise Men. This shot is just three different types of whiskeys mixed together; I’m not sure what three. I had the bartender mix a little grenadine in with the shot to make it red. The last shot I got for him was a Red Headed Slut. I’m not exactly sure what is in this shot I just know that it has Jagermeister, it’s red, and delicious. Much better than the first two shots I had bought him. After dinner I went home to finish some homework, and the rest of the group walked to Championship. When I left Matt was very drunk. I didn’t see him lasting to long at the bar, but he was able to stay out until 2:00am. He did throw up in the bathroom, but who doesn’t on their 21st birthday.