A particularly enthusiastic and perpetual patron of the The Old Stone Jug, a club/bar located in the bowels of Hamilton, NY that is frequented by Colgate University students, cleat chasers and cradle robbers. Typically young, female, drunk, and promiscuous students bearing low self-esteem. Most commonly found on Thursday nights.
This is the fourth times this week you've been to the jug, you must be a jug rat.
Max is pretty desperate, I think he might just go for a jug rat tonight.
“We come to love the things we suffer for.” -Festingermore...
In the first semester of my freshman year in college, I spent way too much time sleeping in until the afternoon and then partying at night among other things. In retrospect, I did not spend nearly enough time studying or focusing on things that would positively impact my term here at Colgate. When I went home over Christmas break I wasn’t very happy at all when I began to think back on my first semester in college. While back home, I visited my old boxing gym to say hello to a few of my old friends there. The guys asked me to work out with them over the break; the only catch being that their training sessions began every morning at six o’clock. Reluctantly I agreed and worked out with them every morning up until I had to leave town for my second semester of college. I guess because I had already established a sleeping pattern that I was used to, I continued working out at six every morning even after my return to Colgate. Getting up that early for a hard workout meant going to bed early the night before. Going to bed early (for me) meant not putting off my homework until the late evening which meant I had to schedule specific times in the day to get my work done; especially since my second semester classes were going to be more difficult than the first semester’s.
For this semester, I have followed a much more demanding schedule; a challenging six o’clock workout, a reading time, classes, a nap, work, study, and the...