I feel like makin blogs
Well everybody, it looks like my busy part of the semester is winding down. I mean, I do have a quiz thursday and a test friday, and finals start in like 2 and a half weeks, but I'm gonna go with it's over. I'm in full on Thanksgiving mode. You know how I can tell it's almost winter time? Because I've completely stopped exercising. Pretty soon I'll put on like 8 pounds and start to feel really bad about myself but not do anything about it till the spring because it's too dark out in the afternoon to actually go outside, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna start lifting and using the treadmill like a normal person. It's 4:50 right now and it's getting dark. Time for some mild seasonal depression to kick in. I can't wait to be upset for the next 4 months. On another note it's like 65 degrees out right now. The date is November 15th. Oh word?
Midwest winter sucks. All the cold, minimal snow, and no mountains. I can feel the hatred boiling up in my stomach for the midwest. If you like hills, hate sidewalks, and love driving on highways, this is the place for you! I'm so glad I started writing this blog so I can get all worked up for no reason. It's ok Drew, only 8 more days till you get to go home and have Thanksgiving weekend. It's gonna be fine. Plus, you're really good looking and you're gonna stay young forever, so that's pretty cool too.
I managed to get an Incomplete as a midterm grade this semester. I didn't even know that was a possibility. I think it's week 11 of the semester and I just took my first pathology test that counts towards my grade today. That's cool I guess. Speaking of things that are borderline impossible, let me tell you about a goal that was scored in the league I ref last night. A guy took a shot from about 12 yards wide of the near post and maybe 4 yards from the goal line. He hit near post, and the ball still managed to go in side net at the far post without hitting anything else. For those of you who don't understand what I just said, don't worry. Because I've been thinking about it for about 20 hours now and I have no idea how it happened. For all the pro athletes out there who like to thank God for being on their side during games, God hasn't even been watching your games. He hasn't been in church, he hasn't guided wars, or sending knights on quests. He has been planning this goal and only this goal since the beginning of man. I'm honestly surprised the whole universe hasn't exploded yet. Don't be surprised when you start seeing chunks of sky literally falling to the ground. The whole atmosphere is going to solidify into little chunks and start falling onto your car, which by the way will soon be made entirely out of broccoli stalks. God is done with the whole universe guiding thing. He's had enough, I can feel it. The end is nigh.
Last weekend most of my college friends were back at our great alma mater for homecoming. I, unfortunately, could not attend, do to my responsibilities as an adult. Also I was at the best seminar of my entire life, but I won't be writing about that on this site so that nobody looking for me and that technique in the future encounters this blog. Patients people. Professional school. One of my friends, however, reminded me of my last homecoming experience. Club sports party. 2009. Shaq and I found, yes FOUND, a trumpet outside in someone's back yard. We proceeded to play said trumpet all over the party. And there was a mud wrestling circle. It was AWESOME. The only problem with me going back to homecoming at any point in the future is that I'm going to feel real real real old. I don't know how my psyche is going to handle being back at college. I did get back to school last spring, but even then I felt old and I was college aged. What's gonna happen when I'm 24 and I go back and there's a bunch of 18 year old kids tailgating with me? The last 18 year old I was at a party with was white doug, and we all know how that worked out? Oh you mean you don't know because most of my blog readers weren't at chirogames 2010? Ok. That's fair. But really I'm legitimately nervous about going back to college at any point in the future. Like half the people I hang out with are legitimate adults now. I mean they don't necessarily act like it, but their faces are adult faces and we drink in public because we live in Missouri. Yeah I still skateboard and stuff, but I'm an adult? Cognitive dissonance.
11/11/11 happened recently. Thank god I was not at college for that. You know what I did on 11/11/11? I learned stuff. All day. And I went to bed at like 10:30. Real life mode. My boy Zisk did send me a text about it at 11:11am, but for the most part I didn't even notice that it existed. I remember my very first 11:11 wish. It was sophomore year of college, and there were these 3 girls talking to Tim in my room. I made my wish because they demanded I did so, and within 5 or 10 minutes they left, presumably because I was being a terrible host. My wish came true! That's how I knew for sure that I should only use this 11:11 power for good, so I have acted like I hate 11:11 ever since. But in reality that night turned me into a super hero. My super hero name you ask? Eleven. My costume you ask? An adult onesy with two vertical stripes starting mid clavicle and running down to the feet. Boom. I just super heroed all of you. I'm so creative. And I'm also a super hero, so that helps. I did wish for creativity one 11:11. The only bad thing is that my abilities are only useful in non-urgent situations. If you have a problem at like 6:00, you're gonna have to wait five hours and 11 minutes for some help. Also I only get one wish per 11:11. So if you decide to become my evil genius arch enemy, you should probably develop some sort of death machine that takes less than 12 hours, because at some point in that 12 hour period I'm gonna be able to wish my way out. Or you could like hypnotize me or something so that I fall asleep every time the clock strikes 11:10 and I sleep for 2 minutes. That would neutralize me big time. I'm a pretty lame super hero. But still a super hero. But I do get mocked at all the super secret superhero conferences at that marriot by the airport. But at least I get to go. But I did just divulge the secret location. But they'll probably still let me go. But they'll probably put me at the table with the BO Emitter and Accelerated Fat Storage Man. But those guys are kinda cool.
Here's your haiku
I ripped through my pants
there's a hole up in the crotch
I'll keep wearing them
Well everybody, it looks like my busy part of the semester is winding down. I mean, I do have a quiz thursday and a test friday, and finals start in like 2 and a half weeks, but I'm gonna go with it's over. I'm in full on Thanksgiving mode. You know how I can tell it's almost winter time? Because I've completely stopped exercising. Pretty soon I'll put on like 8 pounds and start to feel really bad about myself but not do anything about it till the spring because it's too dark out in the afternoon to actually go outside, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna start lifting and using the treadmill like a normal person. It's 4:50 right now and it's getting dark. Time for some mild seasonal depression to kick in. I can't wait to be upset for the next 4 months. On another note it's like 65 degrees out right now. The date is November 15th. Oh word?
Midwest winter sucks. All the cold, minimal snow, and no mountains. I can feel the hatred boiling up in my stomach for the midwest. If you like hills, hate sidewalks, and love driving on highways, this is the place for you! I'm so glad I started writing this blog so I can get all worked up for no reason. It's ok Drew, only 8 more days till you get to go home and have Thanksgiving weekend. It's gonna be fine. Plus, you're really good looking and you're gonna stay young forever, so that's pretty cool too.
I managed to get an Incomplete as a midterm grade this semester. I didn't even know that was a possibility. I think it's week 11 of the semester and I just took my first pathology test that counts towards my grade today. That's cool I guess. Speaking of things that are borderline impossible, let me tell you about a goal that was scored in the league I ref last night. A guy took a shot from about 12 yards wide of the near post and maybe 4 yards from the goal line. He hit near post, and the ball still managed to go in side net at the far post without hitting anything else. For those of you who don't understand what I just said, don't worry. Because I've been thinking about it for about 20 hours now and I have no idea how it happened. For all the pro athletes out there who like to thank God for being on their side during games, God hasn't even been watching your games. He hasn't been in church, he hasn't guided wars, or sending knights on quests. He has been planning this goal and only this goal since the beginning of man. I'm honestly surprised the whole universe hasn't exploded yet. Don't be surprised when you start seeing chunks of sky literally falling to the ground. The whole atmosphere is going to solidify into little chunks and start falling onto your car, which by the way will soon be made entirely out of broccoli stalks. God is done with the whole universe guiding thing. He's had enough, I can feel it. The end is nigh.
Last weekend most of my college friends were back at our great alma mater for homecoming. I, unfortunately, could not attend, do to my responsibilities as an adult. Also I was at the best seminar of my entire life, but I won't be writing about that on this site so that nobody looking for me and that technique in the future encounters this blog. Patients people. Professional school. One of my friends, however, reminded me of my last homecoming experience. Club sports party. 2009. Shaq and I found, yes FOUND, a trumpet outside in someone's back yard. We proceeded to play said trumpet all over the party. And there was a mud wrestling circle. It was AWESOME. The only problem with me going back to homecoming at any point in the future is that I'm going to feel real real real old. I don't know how my psyche is going to handle being back at college. I did get back to school last spring, but even then I felt old and I was college aged. What's gonna happen when I'm 24 and I go back and there's a bunch of 18 year old kids tailgating with me? The last 18 year old I was at a party with was white doug, and we all know how that worked out? Oh you mean you don't know because most of my blog readers weren't at chirogames 2010? Ok. That's fair. But really I'm legitimately nervous about going back to college at any point in the future. Like half the people I hang out with are legitimate adults now. I mean they don't necessarily act like it, but their faces are adult faces and we drink in public because we live in Missouri. Yeah I still skateboard and stuff, but I'm an adult? Cognitive dissonance.
11/11/11 happened recently. Thank god I was not at college for that. You know what I did on 11/11/11? I learned stuff. All day. And I went to bed at like 10:30. Real life mode. My boy Zisk did send me a text about it at 11:11am, but for the most part I didn't even notice that it existed. I remember my very first 11:11 wish. It was sophomore year of college, and there were these 3 girls talking to Tim in my room. I made my wish because they demanded I did so, and within 5 or 10 minutes they left, presumably because I was being a terrible host. My wish came true! That's how I knew for sure that I should only use this 11:11 power for good, so I have acted like I hate 11:11 ever since. But in reality that night turned me into a super hero. My super hero name you ask? Eleven. My costume you ask? An adult onesy with two vertical stripes starting mid clavicle and running down to the feet. Boom. I just super heroed all of you. I'm so creative. And I'm also a super hero, so that helps. I did wish for creativity one 11:11. The only bad thing is that my abilities are only useful in non-urgent situations. If you have a problem at like 6:00, you're gonna have to wait five hours and 11 minutes for some help. Also I only get one wish per 11:11. So if you decide to become my evil genius arch enemy, you should probably develop some sort of death machine that takes less than 12 hours, because at some point in that 12 hour period I'm gonna be able to wish my way out. Or you could like hypnotize me or something so that I fall asleep every time the clock strikes 11:10 and I sleep for 2 minutes. That would neutralize me big time. I'm a pretty lame super hero. But still a super hero. But I do get mocked at all the super secret superhero conferences at that marriot by the airport. But at least I get to go. But I did just divulge the secret location. But they'll probably still let me go. But they'll probably put me at the table with the BO Emitter and Accelerated Fat Storage Man. But those guys are kinda cool.
Here's your haiku
I ripped through my pants
there's a hole up in the crotch
I'll keep wearing them
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