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Life through the eyes of the tall one they call BigFoot
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9/24/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Well I don't know of any negatives to masterbation!"
Mission of the Day #145: Start a food fight in the COG!”.
I read that the food at the COG gets to a point where you get sick of it, about a month into school. Yes, well it's almost that time and I'm getting sick of it, although I eat there about three to four times a day. Maybe I just don't feel too good today, but I didn't want to eat the food at all. The food at the COG, which stands for Center of Gonzaga, consists of an International food place, Subs and Sandwiches, Pizza, Cheesesburgers, Salad Bar, just about everything. It's open all day just about, yet it's repetitive so you kinda get sick of it, but oh well...I can always order Papa Johns with that damn good sauce.
9/23/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Well I don't know of any negatives to masterbation!"
Wise words of Father Delani, “It's a sin to play with your tabernackle!”
Mission of the Day #144: Turn people's clocks back so they are late to class!”.
Big ole' Madden 2001 football tournament today, and welp even though I've practically never played the game before...I entered anyways as the underdog. So after waking up really late and grabbing some food, my first match was up. With a good crowd of five...I played Cipi...the shit talker, who said he'd beat the shit outta me. Too bad for him, I made a late game comeback and kicked the game winning field goal with ten seconds left..whooop whooop. My next match-up would be against the champion to be Donnie..and it was the highest scoring game of the tourney...as I was cracking everyone up by pulling a fake punt on my first down. Dorms are damn fun...because there's always something to do!!!
Well as I told you before...I was too give a speech on masterbation and it's negatives, a good week ago. Tonight I get a call from the same Father. He informed me that I infact missed the speech at the high school I was to give, and I started feeling a little bad. He said that all the kids were there and that he had to improvise, but still wanted me to give the speech sometime this week. After he set up another time for me to purpose my negatives on masterbation, which I can think of none, he started telling me that he heard I had a gambling problem. After saying all this shit about me being addicted and all, I was like..this sucks massive donkey nuts. Finally, the truth comes out that it is Dan Dickau's friend pulling the gag. A damn good joke indeed, as I was tripping the whole time and believed every word, yet luckily I don't gotta give the speech.
9/22/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Seven-Twenty Seven!"
Wise words of Seth, “AC-DC?!”
Mission of the Day #143: Make money playing cards instead of coming out even!”.
You find out how stupid people get when they are drunk. Of course we've figured this out before, but of course there is always new evidence to prove people are retarded no matter what. Our good friend Bob down the hall tonight had an absolute hard time listening, and it pissed me off. At three in the mourn, Seth and I decide to play some Trivial Pursuit, just us two, and Bob is sitting on another couch trying to get sober. After we threaten the damn kid that he'll be slapped in the face if he answers before us, he does it the first five times. The damn kid doesn't stop, and yes he has AHDH, and has to take Ridalin to calm down, but god damn...you can't be that retarded. The moral of the story is...people are dumb shits no matter what you think, and there is no between, so they can rott in hell.
Welp...of course it's the weekend and time for golfing...I'll get to the point..I did decent and shot a ten over all eighteen holes. We played un sequential golf...playing the back nine in our order...pissing people off because we went ahead of them..but ahh well they can lick it. They got gas powered golf carts, and we drove them up mountain sides, and set the golf cart distance record for skidding...twenty-five feet. It was amazing, yet made some people mad that were teeing off byside us. Our apologies, yet too bad they hit it into the water and can't go fetch it out...muahhahaha!
9/21/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Stick em up!"
Wise words of Adam, “God damn skiizofuck!”
Mission of the Day #142: Break our score of 118 in the arcade basketball shoot game!”.
Music blasts through the halls of DeSmet all mourn. Even though it's a day too sleep in, people still bump their music in the early hours of the mourning, so there's practically no chance to sleep in around here. Another funny thing we got going on is how lazy we are...even though we are just ten steps from the person across the hall from us, we communicate over IM or sumptin. People tell me to come over or what not, yet I just say instant message me, because my ass don't wanna get up.
So because of the fact that people don't know too many other people's screen names, it gives us a chance to mess with them. Today our good ole' buddy Dan across the hall comes into my room, almost peeing in his pants...saying that someone wants to kick his ass. I didn't know anything about it at first, yet I caught on after a little while, and before I knew it, about five six people were fucking with him, and he had no idea. Absolutely scared shitless, we convinced him these people were in the building, and were here to kick his ass because he was diggin on some girls. So finally he made it downstairs to find out it was all of us, totally fun, but you had to be here type of thing.
Putt Putt golf can get aggravating, especially if you putt into damn rocks and take a million shots to get out, then you hit the damn ball into the water and have to go in water and get wet to fetch the damn ball. Welp after the shakey start, I came back and ripped it up till the last hole where I lost to my good friend Stewy. This place had a really nice indoor mini-golf course, not bad.