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Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
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9/16/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Money makes the man!"
Wise words of Dan, “Damn D...you banking it!”
Mission of the Day #138: Call in a bomb threat!”.
Already we are planning trips for upcoming days off...as we want to see more of the outside world. Once you are in college, you take those long road trips that consist of lots of money with no apparent reason why you do it, except for having fun and partying. I want to travel to Las Vegas to show everyone what the real gambling experience is really about. I know we ain't twenty-one but at least we can make the best of the experience while we are there. Yet they all want to go up to Canada, but you know what I say...Fuck Canada. Another destination could possibly be Lake Havasu, because the most interesting thing is...half the people have never heard of it, even though it is the place to go Spring Break. Where ever we go...it will be crazy and fun, because we are some wild kids.
Gambling night number three, and although people say I'm addicted..welp I think they are right...but everyone else is the same way. How this happened was...I was actually doing homework when Dan Dickau calls me up after just getting home from his plane trip back home. At first I declined his offer for going because I had no money in my wallet, yet after hanging up the phone and telling people in the hall, my mind was changed into going. After a couple dollars were lent to me again, I found myself gambling...playing Blackjack. Yet tonight was a good night, as I won one hundred fourty dollars, and was deemed a god in my hall. Now that someone like me has won so much, everyone wants to go. The fever is spreading but I better stop before I get too greedy.
9/15/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Blackjack...whooopeeeee!"
Wise words of Patrick, “What's up with that!”
Mission of the Day #137: Bombard your roomate in his room!”.
Starting to get into the scenario of messing with people who think it is fun to get drunk and be dumb. So back to the story of those jerks that signed for our pizza a couple nights ago...I thought it would be funny to stack more shit in front of his door, so his stumbling rumbling drunk ass would have trouble finding his way into the door. So with about six feet deep of ply wood and trash in front of his door, he finals gets home at around two in the mourn. We all sit at the end of the hall and watch him reveal to us that wood has magically appeared outta thin air in front of his door. He laughs and takes pictures..so did I..do if you wanna see them, I will try to post them soon enough. Anyways...his drunk ass ends up yelling weird shit at everyone, but no one understands him. Finally after the laughing ended, I decided to sack up and end the mayhem...so I took the shit down...and life went on. At least it gave everyone a laugh.
Welp my golfing game has gone down the tubes...as today I put up just about the worst round ever. The Hangman Golf Course is pretty tough, but I hung in there, and I finshed with a good fourteen over par after nine. We somehow decided to go back to the casino and gamble again, yet on this night I would lose all previous earnings from the night before. I was up then down, and it keep fluctuating, yet I just sucked ass, as the damn casino dealer kicked my ass, pulling blackjack when I had twenty. Boo to that, but I'll be back.
9/14/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Money..oh shit money!"
Wise words of Donnie, “Let's get that fucker!”
Mission of the Day #136: Put down a thousand dollar bet for blackjack!”.
Decisions are made upon instinct and others who happen to lag behind. Thankfully on this night, we made a decision to wait for a single person, instead of going to a party with a big group who ended up getting their ass kicked and jumped with knives pulled on them. Hopefully no one was hurt too bad, our friend on our floor was taking to the hospital, but we feel he'll be aight. Otherwise, we ended up not going to that party, because the night before, the whole window accident wouldn't shine to well with the boys at 1818. So we get back after partying at a little kick back and decide to order a pizza, yet we thought we'd use our credit with the boys on second floor who screwed us over last night. So as the damn guy wasn't there, we took all the wood left in the hallway to make lofts...and piled it in front of his door, funny thing being...we stacked so much shit...it went wall to wall. We also found the true person behind the pizza stealing, who lives next door to the guy who we stacked shit in front of, too bad their door was open...so I went onto his computer and put a screen saver on quoting, "My name is Dustin, you stole my pizza, if you want your password to unlock the screen saver, buy me a damn pizza or die!" Very simple message indeed, I think he'll get the point. Besides slapping a girl in the ass and getting a kick in the groin, and getting my neck wrenched by giving a girl a ride to the dorms, the night was beautiful...beautiful.
Tonight is now Casino night, the great thing about it is that they have casinos that are only eighteen and over. So we got about twenty of us rollin down there, after getting directions, we thought we knew which way to go. Thirty minutes later, we find ourselves going the wrong way, so after stealing some beefy jerky from Chevron, we took off going the right direction and finally make it. I started off with twenty of my own dollars, and played ten dollar minimum bet Blackjack. Of course I lose, and my money is gone like that. So I borrow fourty from Donnie, my bro, and that flucuated up and down, but eventually I made it back to fourty, then being stupid...I put it all down and lost it all. Had to move onto the next friend, so I got twenty from Wiles...and that was my last resort..so I went back to the same guy. Going up and down, up and down...I finally made it just about even, I had seventy bucks. As we were about to leave, I cashed out, yet said hell nah...I came to win. I went back to the table, but our bro was leaving that was dealing. A new guy came but I wasn't interested, but since everyone was sitting around...I put ten on the table and won...next thing I know...I won ten hands in a row. I was up one hundred-fifty bucks. I lost a couple, but then pulled a double down on a twenty dollar bet...and ended up winning fourty bucks. By time I know it...I was up about eighty bucks...now it was time to go home. Good shit indeed...but I can understand how people lose so much.
9/13/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Tim has got a fucking pound of chronic in his backpack!"
Wise words of Tim, “Yeah it's all G-13 pure shit!”
Mission of the Day #135: Throw another water balloon at that damn Uma Islam chick!”.
Lots of action going on tonight...Thursday there's actually shit going on around this town. Of course it all starts here, but on this night...people came to my room for a little party. Now that I got a couple couches, I can fit a decent number of people in my room. I got some party lights, so it makes the enviorment just that damn greater, but still like home. Welp anyways, after the party got started with some bumping music, we convinced some others to drop the books and head on over to a party happening around the way. So we get to this party, and of course houses off campus aren't always the best. To the keg...you had to go downstairs which I couldn't even fit in the hallway, then the basement is like five feet high, so I practically hit my head so many times on the damn fixtures in the wood on the ceiling. Yes, I drew some blood, I hit that hard. While I was pimpin it with some broz, the night flowed by with time, so we started to walk back for some pizza at the dorm. As I started to leave everyone, we forgot some girl, so I went to the window to get here, as she made eye contact and saw my message to leave, she came up to the window to blow me a kiss, and I blew one back...yet I hit the window so hard, the whole thing got pushed out...ripped the blinds, and caused the owners to get pissed off...so we jetted outta there.
Part two of the night...so we were waiting in my room for the pizza, and after a good hour...it still hadn't arrived. So we call up, and they say someone signed for it and already picked it up. Pissed off as I was, I went up and down the halls hoping that the idiot left his door open. Welp we found the son of a bitch, and I went fucking crazy...bitching him and these two sophomores out, scaring the others to closing the door and locking it. Well after being held back by these three guys, I threatened if the guy wouldn't get on the phone to order another pizza, I would beat the shit outta him. As scared as he was, he did it, but of course it was closed, so he owes us. Unfortunatley, our buddy on our floor hates the guy, so we had our R.A. write his ass up. Funny thing bout being written up, I finally got caught for throwing balloons. Yet there's a funny story behind that...the girl I hit tonight is Islamic...and also dated our R.A. So she filed a report and told Mike the R.A. that one came outta our room, so I admitted to doing it. The reason she was mad because she thought it was an attack on her backround, being Islamic and all, the whole WTC plane crash has gone to her head. Luckily, being a basketball player and all, I was let off, and told never to do it again..hahah I will tommorow!