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| Poonanny = Cold Tuesday 2.26.02 2:09PM by Dr.Hooptie |
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| Ohh God. Fuck. Cold. I was wearing flipflops when this shit hit last night. I walked halfway home, stopped off & got coffee and warmed up and studied then made the rest of the journey. Fucking flip-flops. Oh, and here's food for thought. This is the pinnacle of modern scientific observation. They can either spend a few million dollars on "research" or survey a couple dozen university kids and get the same results. Updates: Quotes - Mmm.... Quotes. Editorials - Delish! by Me So the weekend. Friday was dinner with my family and Sarah and a few of my sister's friends. Saturday was an ULTIMATE scrimmage vs. Rice, SWT and the A team (apparently the boys from A&M tore their poonannies and couldn't make it). I played pretty well. Covered people who are difficult to cover, a few good D's. I was planning on going to both Cara's co-op party and Maggie's birthday party but I knew I'd get to drunk at Maggie's to go to Cara's. I was right. It was a bloody good time though, what with the hot tub and the keg stands. After taking Marce home I got to bed at close to 6 and had to be up for breakfast with my parents and April. I'll never complain when it involves free Kirby Lane though. After that, April and I sprawled out anyplace that had grass and sunlight. I studied some. And then there was BOB. Most of us were still going on less than 5 hrs of sleep so those first half dozen slow-ass folk songs almost put us to sleep. Then the jam songs kicked in and it was all good. Old people concerts have really subdued audiences... I might write up a review of the show but if not, X marks the spot. We had to clean the goddamn Erwin center after the concert which took awhile but got us quite a chunk of change for ultimate. I mention the weekend in it's entirety because it kicked ass. I'm not one for keeping journals in the classical sense but occasionally events need recording. Oh, Christ I've read one too many Federalist papers. Jordan's got two websites now, one of which includes something I wish I'd thought of. Sparr0hawk.com doesn't have much but the one on Tripod has more to it. Also, Angela has been hard at work on her new site. If she tries, her site will be better than mine in a week or two. I finally bought Protection, which fucking owns. |
| I Wish I was Canadian Monday 2.18.02 10:18PM by Dr.Hooptie |
| Government rots your brain. I was walking along after being at the library for 5 hours and realized I wasn't focusing on anything I looked at, and therefore wondered if I had a lazy eye. I bought some coffee. I should be better by the end of this newspost. Updates: Editorials - Dear Guy by Jeff Quotes - Yes, Quotes. This semester has been even better than last semester - if it's possible - and it's still getting better. You'd think I'd have been happier last semester with a mere 7 hours at a community college as opposed to 12 at a major university. Ultimate is tight. My friends are ubertight. Alles gut, ja? OK now I have to briefly gripe about some bitches down at FAC. It's a library, right? These three cockjockeys come rolling in talking (quietly, but nonetheless) then one of their phones rang and she not only answered it but talked for at least 10 minutes. Despite the blatantly fake coughs and wicked stares given her by myself and several people in the vicinity she would just not shut the fuck up. That wasn't the end of it but you get the point. It's a library for chrissakes. GUARD YOUR EARS! Many people have inquired about MARDI GRAS, and homework and insane amounts of laziness have contributed to the tardiness of a response. I really should be working on my Government essay test but I'm burnt out on it at the moment. Anyway... I rode down with Maggie Amber & Cindy and we got away at about 5pm on Friday. We studied, slept, talked, listened to music. Some notable incidents were the alligator heads which terrified Maggie and Dr. G's special cajun sauce. We got in at about 2 and to bed by 3 then were up at maybe 7:30 to hit Waffle House and go to the fields. The first guys we played were swilly, hungover fratbro types and we didn't have too much trouble beating them. I forget who we played after them but we lost, although we put up a damned good fight. Our schedule was fux0red because of noshows and other such scheiss so we never really knew what was coming next. We pretty much ate bananas and oranges and shot the breeze watching the Ladies kick ass. I love playing but sometimes I really like just chillin with my bros heckling the other teams ("Hammer or you're nothing!" "Shoot it in his eye!"). We mocked Wisconsin while they played somebody (I forget who) and the Wisconsin guys were fucking hilarious. Somebody would scream "BLACK HAWK DOWN!" and they'd all yell and hit the dirt and make machine gun noises. We took that shit to a new level though. We played Wisconsin after that and it was a bloody good time and they barely beat us. Afterwards we sang them a goofy song and they had us all play this game called shoot-out ("The first rule of shootout is you do not talk about shootout"). It was all great and then we were packing our shit up to leave when out of nowhere comes a Landshark. Oh goddamn that was funny. Landshark - n. Four persons supporting a fifth on their shoulders who rides horizontally, naked, and with a frisbee firmly planted in his asscrack. They use the naked guy like a battering ram chasing everybody around while they laugh hysterically. Try it sometime. After that we headed for a badass italian restaurant and while I was changing in the parking lot Salazar came out and - how can I get around actually saying it? - we ate a shitload of food when we went back inside. We headed to New Orleans after that and parked in the French Quarter. The parade was wicked cool, and while I've always contended that the whole thing is overrated (which it is) it was still a fucking good time. It was 50 times better than mardi gras on 6th st. Most of the nakedness takes place on Bourbon St., and once we got to the famous area where St. Charles and Bourbon meet, we decided against going all the way. Bourbon was wall to wall people for the dozen or so blocks that were visible from the intersection, and there were guys waiting at the crossing to give beads for boobies. The thing I hate about Mardi Gras is the appalling behavior of my fellow Y chromosome bearers. All the nakedness combined with the drunkenness creates this huge sexual tension which comes out in fights, molesting, shit like that. These are assholes in their element. I mean hell, I like naked women too and I was fully and properly inebriated, but I didn't hit anybody or grab any tits. Anyway, we got trapped on the wrong side of the parade route so we had to wait til it ended to get back to our car. This meant that we got back really late, missed everybody we were supposed to meet, PLUS had to deal with the amazing amount of traffic in New Orleans and then in Baton Rouge. Then we had to get up at 730ish again and go play ultimate all day. On Sunday we kicked it off by playing and losing to Miami (Ohio) and then heading to some other fields to play Carleton. We had time to kill so Twot, Brown & I played disc golf on the fantastic course they had. It was a beautiful day, too. Carleton was a fucking blast to play, too, and a good portion of Graze's contributions to the many Top X lists were from this game ("Iso Backwater Redneck" "It's not your fault; it's your damn dog"). Ah, how we laughed. Carleton had a great song for us involving a dance to the entire song of "Beat It." Classic. After the game, Jove showered using a hose and Marce hit a green pole with his car. hahaha... After THAT, we went back to the main fields, gathered everybody up then headed for a restaurant then home. I got home at about 12:30am and had the most gratifying shower of my life. I was haggard. There you have it. That's my epic. Maggie's birthday kegger is this Saturday and my parents will be in town this weekend. It'll be tough explaining why I'm so sluggish Sunday morning but I'm sure they'll understand. I think my pastor and his family might be coming in to town sometime soon also and Sarah wants me to help show them the town. Nothing like being dragged around by the conscience all day. Now I'm in trouble cos I've wasted an hour and I need to work on this goddamn paper. Wandering Star by Portishead is sooo smoove. |
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