Originally Aired August 1996

Alright, here's to the first installment of tim-o-grams. its not getting off to very good start, its supposed to be done in the morning, as it is now, its 2:11 and i'm just starting. anyway todays topic is
SOUTHWESTERN UNIVERSITY CRIMINAL JUSTICE SYSTEM AND HOW IT CAN WORK FOR YOU!
for those of you who don't go here i'll catch you up to speed. in the university cafeteria, (commons) there is a 4.5 foot styrofoam Pilsbury doughboy. You can of course see the attractiveness of possesing this doughboy, which my friends and i of course did. Everyone on campus has been trying to get the doughboy. Well one night around ten o'clock (yeah i know why not 2 in the morning) two of my friends and i snuck over to the commons, went through a window and stole the doughboy. my friend matt carried the torso, and i followed with the head laughing hysterically. for those of you not too familiar with the law, this is of course a felony, a felony called burglary.
Well someone turned us in to the university police (some big loser who just sits around and waits for people to steal doughboys!) no i'm not bitter, why? anyway, the cops came and retrieved the doughboy in question and told us to come over to the university police station when we got the chance (yeah, we're serious criminals!) so we arrived at the station at approximately 11:02 having the doughboy in our possesion a good 45 minutes!! the university police read us OUR RIGHTS!!!!!! that's something that has never happened and and will never happen again, i hope !!!
In short, we we're treated like common criminals, not the crazy college kids we are, pulling a prank, the chief of police, a woman, was ready to cart us off to jail, luckily it was the "arresting officers" decision and he said we could go back to our rooms and we would probably get a call from Dr. Leese, the director of residence life, the next day. we did and we talked to him and got contract probation and we have to do ten hours of community service in the commons.
Whatever happened to ANIMAL HOUSE, or any of those other crazy college movies, usally starring corey haim or corey feldman. they never got in trouble, and even when they did, it didn't entail punishment, they just did something crazier than they did the first time and everything turned out ok!! so anyway, i'm off to lunch and i hope this lightened your day a little bit. and if you've read this far i promise these won't usualy be this long. Now you're asking was it worth it, yes it was and i'd do it again, (but this time later)

"I think this situation requires a futile and stupid gesture to be done on someones part, and we're just the guys to do it." -Animal House

P.S. my mom knows nothing about this, and she won't find out from any of you!!!!

C-ya tim

Well, there it is. The first installment of Tim-o-grams ever. Who the hell did I think I was ee cummings. Learn to punctuatize fool! Atleast capitalize the first letter of a sentence. Oh well, no sense yelling at me now. I hope my writing style has progressed a little since then.
This incident, coincidentally, was one of my fondest memories of college. It was my first week away from home as well. We had a plan that after we stole it we we're to go around behind our dorm and go in the back door. Unfortunately, when we pushed the Doughboy through the window, his head fell off (it was made to do that) and I simply lost control of myself. I grabbed the head and ran like a bat out of hell for the front door, ran down the halls either laughing, screaming or yelling hysterically or all three together. By the time we got up three flights of stairs, pretty much the entire dorm was aware of our thievery. I guess I was never made for grand theft. Looking back, I realize the reason we got caught was entirely my fault, thought I doubt I admitted it at the time. That was back when Tim could do no wrong. Luckily I've grown
After freshmen year all of us involved went our separate ways, joined our separate fraternities and only saw each other as we crossed campus.
But I like to remember myself here, so young, so full of ideas, and so ready to take on the world. I also like to remember the pure enjoyment I got from such a small task.
Many of the views I held then were views I am now ashamed to have had. But the spark and vivacity I miss. That Tim was ready to embark on life and was ready to "take it by the horns" as we're fond of saying in Texas. I think the changes made in my life were, for the most part, for the better. I'm definately a lot more world-wise than I was, but I wonder if it came at the expense of my determination.
What I find the most amusing is my reaction to the way we were treated by the cops. Looking back on it now, they were fairly laid back about the whole thing. This was not my first run in with cops, but it was definately my easiest. My outrage at the time at their actions goes to show how naive I was back then. I can only imagine how hard it was for the officers to look at the four of us 18 year old kids, still wet behind the ears, with mom still on speed-dial, standing next to this large oversized Styrofoam Pillsbury Doughboy, and not crack a smile.
I also remember how happy I was then that I was getting to write, and there were people that actually enjoyed reading it. It's very similar to the feeling I got when I posted my first blog on my main page, tim-o-rama.blogspot.com (shameless plug once again). I've always thought writing was where I wanted to be, well, we'll see how this works out.

More installments of the Old and New to come soon.

P.S. My mom has since learned about this, so feel free to bring it up if you ever meet her.