That's my alma mater!

Maybe went a weeee bit overboard on the LARPing?

Via Gawker:

Oberlin Kid Got Trashed and Thought He Was a Kidney-Eating Vampire

"Highly intoxicated" Oberlin student Andrew Whiteman tried to break into a drug store, and when the cops came to arrest him, he said he was a 100-year-old immortal vampire and threatened to eat one cop's kidney, and suck another's blood.

Welcome to When Twihards Attack: Crunchy Liberal Arts School Edition, because apparently those who froth at the mouth for vampire fantasies don't take breaks, not even in the lulls between films. Whiteman lives in Michigan but was on campus enrolling for fall classes when he apparently got trashed and tried to break into a drug store and harangued a newspaper deliveryman. The police were summoned and, according to the local news,

As they were transporting the suspect to the Lorain County Jail, Whiteman became verbally combative, threatening to kill one of the deputies and the deputy's family, including his children.

Whiteman told the deputy that he is a vampire who is more than 100 years old, and that he could smell the deputy's blood from the rear seat of the patrol car. He added that he desired to suck the aforementioned blood.

Once at the jail, Whiteman was forcibly removed from the vehicle and taken into the booking area. That's where he threatened a female adviser, saying that he wanted to eat her kidney. Due to his aggressive behavior, Whiteman was placed into a four-point restraint chair.

Whiteman has since appeared at the Oberlin Municipal Court, where he pleaded "not guilty," "still learning how to drink," and "college." [Fox8, TrueCrimeReport]

week so far

Most recently: I need to work on not being such a bloody open book and prattling on about myself. And not speaking before thinking. If I thought just a second more before I said some of the things I said I wouldn't be worrying about it now.

This week: introductions aside, the classes are great. Etta's wonderful as always, and a bunch of the students from the previous course are in both my classes, which of course makes it a lot nicer. In Etta's class there were five of us, all in a corner, and she greeted us with a beaming smile. As Mary, Anna, and I walked with her from the paper place with handfuls of binders, an Oberlin sweatshirt approached us from across the street and Etta and I smiled heartily. She told me of the days before they built what is now the con, when there once was a building much more like Peters, with winding stairs, turrets, organs, and during the holidays they'd line the winding staircase and sing christmas carols, that it gave her chills. It sounds magical. 

Scents

I have an odd memory for things, and a desire to relive the senses triggered in times past. I associate smells, sounds, tastes, and other sensations with places, books I was reading, and what I was watching.

Reading about Geisha makes me think of warmth and sun, and the smell of the Morikami, the smell of the paper, sitting in the living room of my grandmother's apartment flipping a fan open and closed. At that time I still played the Sims, would sneak in bits of "Open for Business" when they would doze.

Early on a sunny morning, with warm weather, I am constantly brought back to Darla's house on N Main. Peanut butter open face, South Park, coloring books, cigarettes and spliffs. Desperate Housewives was also watched, as well as the OC. Fashions from the renaissance were colored in, and grass was green and little was worn. The smell, sickly sweet smell, of stale cigarettes, joints, peanut butter, and coffee. Good times.

Lately, with the changing of the seasons, I have felt and smelt these things again.

Harry Potter was always, always accompanied by Sitar music - generally Anoushka Shankar, with same Ravi in there as well. Incense, canopy bed, candles.

I smelled bonito stock the other day. It immediately brought me back to Junior year, after my return from Japan. My incessant udon making accompanied by Japanese television was a classic combination. I crave udon....it really should not be hard to find that stock here, or the right udon...all these organic places have shit for udon - thin noodles are soba, not udon, thank you very much.

Sometimes late at night I'll feel like I'm pulling an all nighter again, going out at wee hours of the morning to empty streets for a cigarette, but it's not the same sensation here as it was. Here is full of strangers. While there they were strangers too, they were not - because we all went to the same school and knew the same people. Students would still walk around at 3 in the morning and congregate in North Quad for smokes, but here I go outside and it's no one familiar or nothing at all.

Rainy days make me think of Oregon. Walking the streets of Portland, sans parapluie, big coffee in hand. The streets are slick, but everyone's outside anyway because it's Oregon and we're used to rain there. I think of Anna Bananas, and ducking inside to finally get out of the drizzle.

Cloudy days remind me of Amsterdam in April. You know the sun is out there somewhere, but it's hidden behind this thin blanket of cloud. Walking the narrow streets dotted with cafes with outdoor tables, heinekens and joints to be had, a child amongst giants.