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Jesus

JesusJesus is currently pursuing his Master of Architecture at Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana. After completing his undergraduate studies at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign, he did not believe he could find himself further in the middle of nowhere, and yet somehow he succeeded in doing just that.

When he’s not dealing with the bullshit that is school, he enjoys watching sports and listening to music. Often times he does both simultaneously since he mutes the TV as he can’t stand most sports announcers. He is a rabid Oakland Raiders fan and will defend the superiority of the NFL to the death. As for music he doesn’t understand most of the crap classified as music today and enjoys the tunes of R.E.M. and Creedence Clearwater Revival, along with the rest of the classic rock genre.

Jesus is always looking to have a fun time and the best way to make that happen is with beer.

(Jesus likes to think his 3rd person is better than his 1st person. Don’t worry, he is not Rickey Henderson.)

Keith

Right now Keith’s work in the exciting world of Finance, but the rest of this will be in first person.

“Either you’re slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot” – Notorious BIG. My jump shot is really ugly, so I guess I sling crack rock in the world of numbers and figures. People constantly tell me how hilarious movies like Office Space are and shows like the Office, sure I chuckle and love ‘em but my 9-5 closely resembles that hell. I kick ass, rinse, repeat, so on and so forth.

In reality life is good, I work in the Washington DC metro area and in general you can find me enjoying a beer, bullshitting about nearly every aspect of life at multiple happy hours every week. I rant often, some people laugh, some people want to punch me in the throat but I take it all in stride.

Want to know how well I know Jesus? I took the photo he posted above while doing a keg stand after we snuck our beloved keg, Lucy, into our dorms freshman year at the UIUC. I was squatting on the ground wedged between the door and the keg just trying to get some interesting shots. I was also the only one of his friends that refused to help him move out the next day, because well I was super hung over. My only distinct memory from that day was my dad telling me “I smelled like beer”. Followed by a deep sigh, and an inner monologue “only beer, thank god.”

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