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9/30/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Nose dripping like facet!"
Mission of the Day #151: Use other people as a human kleenex!”.
Laziness creeps up on us sometime during the day. On Sundays it is a different story though, because everyone sleeps till they can't sleep no more, and while most have hangovers, they all stay in bed until class the next day just about. Me on the otherhand, yes I like to sleep in, but Sundays are my only chance to get out and do something creative. Although I usual go play golf, which I did do, it's at least getting some excercise and doing something. Blah to laziness and all the DeSmet sleepers who don't wanna do shieeeet!
The change in weather has changed my change in weather. All of a sudden I have come down with a bit of a cold that is kicking my ass. Sickness is something not to fuck with, because I gotta be a hundred and ten percent all the time, and with my wrist, ankle, and now body sick...this isn't good at all. I will have to make it through, but hopefully this cold will be in and outta here in no time.
Sorry but I feel like poo, and don't really have any energy to type or do anything right now, my sincere apologies to all my five fans.
9/29/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Grinding indeed!"
Mission of the Day #150: Go swim in the sweat puddle at the Grind!”.
Today was I guess you can say team day for us Zags. Getting some early pick-up games in at noon, we played flag football on the field at three. I could say that I would have M.V.P. honors for our team, because of my four touchdowns, and nice run back on the kick-off. After the pigskin matchup, we had a bar-bq at the coach's house. Damn great food, as I got all the ribs and chicken I could too fill my ass up. At the house we were reading all the college basketball magazines that came out, and I'm the "breakthrough freshman" in most the magazines for the team. I'm aiming for getting freshman of the year if I can. Nice little gettup that was, but it was time to get up out of there and get down.
Tonight was the infamous "Grind" dance that takes place a couple times every year. The "Grind" is just a crazy dance just about every person goes to, to get crazy with all the girls they can. First is the pre-funk, which took place at my room, and Gourde's house a good mile walk away from our dorm. After stumbling all the way there, we got our cups and began the pre-funk to the "Grind" because the more gone you were, the better it would be. After doing a thirty second keg stand, with about fifty people counting, I was almost pre-funkdafied. After all that glory, it was back to our dorm to round up the troops and head off to the dance. Sad thing was, we lost all the girls we were with, so we would have to improvise and find more of course. Walking in to the "Grind" you are hit with a misty spray..yes it is a sweaty place, but it's college so who cares. I found a couple hotties, and freaked for a good fifteen minutes before we needed air. As we went for some air, I found my girly getting some air, yet I would get none as she grabbed my ass back onto the dance floor. After getting down with her for some time, we needed some air again, yet if we went outside, we'd be not able to rejoin the dancing, because it was well packed. She went to the bathroom and I waited for her on the stairs, only to watch about a hundred people outside banging the window to be let in. My hot blondie soccer star was chilllen outside, and I couldn't even use my basketball power to get her in. Welp to my luck, some freak pulled the fire alarm and the dance ended, but all the girls eventually found me, and after socializing outside, we found another party to chill at. Soon enough, I found myself lifting the girls onto a table and dancing with them, and I felt like the King of the night, because every damn guy kept looking our way, because these girls are fucking damn hot, and I don't know why I was with them, but it seems as if they wanted me with them. Yet the highlight of the night Yet anyways, I was freaking for hours on end, and the night just didn't end. Eventually it would be our time to leave ;) and we went back to my place. Fun was had and we had fun. One of the best college nights so far this year, they just keep getting better my friend. The night was ended at around four in the mourn with a a pizza fight in our friends room down the hall, where I got a piece of crust thrown just about into my eye, yes I'm now blind, arghhhhh!
9/28/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Where the fuck we at!"
Mission of the Day #149: Find a map to get back to the dorm!”.
Just about this time last year...I was the recruit and the guys were trying to show a great time. Today we had a JC recruit checking out our program and what we got to offer. So of course later on that night we had a party for him, and of course I went to work and got all the girlies I could. Before we went to party over there, of course we had the traditional "pre-funk" over at our dorm by playing some card games. Yet of course I come out on top again, making a good fifty bucks. A damn good night for sure. The journey began walking to the party, and around here you gotta be real careful, because security loves to come and fuck with people, since Spokane is a bad city by some people's terms. The other night I jump on a shopping cart just pushing it out the of the way, and a security officer comes up to me and yells, because in Spokane if a real porker came around, I could be arrested for stolen property, yeah pretty gaybar! The party it's self was banging, a good couple hundred ppeps, with the tapped kegs, and plenty of biaatches. By the end of the night, we didn't really know where we were, because of the fact of being new to the campus and being crunk.
9/27/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Hi my name is Dustin, I'm your neighborhood pimp!"
Mission of the Day #148: Play Circle of Death Blind!”.
Playing the circle of death drinking game, our roomies managed to get every card in the deck on top of the beer can without it tipping over. The object of the game is of course to get faded, but what you do is pick a card face down, and call it's color out...either red or black. If you get it correct, you give the card too someone else, and they gulp that many times, corresponding to the number pulled. Then they must stack the card on top of a beer can with at least two of the tips hanging off the others. Usually around thirty it falls, and the person who broke that circle must pound the beer. Tonight they stacked all the cards without them falling. After that, we went out to the girl dorms to recruit girls to come to the rugby game Saturday. We met about thirty more girls, and of course pulled many more numbers.
Can any other bugs sneak into my room and bite me???
Call it unorthodox or not, but tonight we ordered pizza but accidently gave the pizza guy the wrong extension number. So luckily he got into our dorm and brought it up too our room. After we were stoked we didn't have to walk down three stories, we offered him another one dollar tip, and as Todd asked if anyone else wanted to give him tips, I said does he take beer. The Papa Johns guy responded hell yeah! So he came into the room, I threw him a brewski, and instead of walking out with it, he shotguned the beer right in front of us...it was sweet!!!
College sucks because they grade fuckin hard, and it ain't nice!
9/26/01
Wise words of Deezy, “Two girls and me and the grind, oh yes!"
Mission of the Day #147: Bowl without slipping and falling everytime!”.
Gonzaga has been swarmed with a chilly front that has turned the city cold. Instead of our hot days of ninety degree weather, we now suffer from cold nipple hardning weather. It's aight because I kinda like the decent chilly weather. Rather then sweating like a slave, we get those good ole' goose bumps, but I'm not ready for the weather that will hit ten degrees, ouchy, I can feel my balls shrinking already.
I can now say that my English Comp teacher is one of the funniest teachers I've ever had. Why is that...welp to explain the very many usages of a word, he used the word "Shit." He explained how many different ways we can use the word...as a noun, "I took a shit." An adjective, "He was shit faced." It was one of the most comic things I've ever heard in any class. Our English teacher has been wanted by the F.B.I. before, been kicked outta many institutions, etc. He's an enviormentalist who's been too just about every country, and was forced to smoke marijuana from Vietnam just to be accepted. Kinda a comic, he uses very explicit language and loves to use his middle finger. Keeps the class very interesting, my kinda teacher.
Tonight, a couple of the hottest girls in the freshman class called me up to kick it, oh yes! Around here in our dorms, girls aren't scarce since they always chill around here, but when a group of girls come around to someone's room, it's amazing how everyone flocks to that room. The girls that came to my room are the girls everyone talks about, yet never approach, because they are intimidated, so I'm glad they called me up. I guess it's a Californian thang indeed!
9/25/01
Wise words of Deezy, “There's "dust in" my room, muhahaha!"
Mission of the Day #146: Find who keeps leaving banana peels on my window ledge!”.
Somehow a lot of dust and rolled into town. Before going to play pick-up at the gym, the sky seemed to disappear, and the whole city was covered in a red glimmer of dust. Seems to be that a dust storm rolled into town from the farms miles away, and it covered the city because of the winds. So as I got back to my dorm room, I forgot my window was open, and there was "dust in" my room, oh yeah that was a good joke. My desk and everything had a thin layer of dust on it, which didn't make me a happy camper. The night proceeded to get worse as rain poured for a good hour with cold temperatures reaching around fifty. Yet if it couldn't get any worse, we had our only fire drill of the day today, but I didn't have a shirt on in the dorms, so my nipples got hard and practically broke off in the nipply cold outside. I got over it and continued to whine about my Calculus test tommorow.
My continued lack of sleeep caused me too miss class after individuals this mourning. Luckily attendance isn't taken in calculus, so I wouldn't get in trouble, but since we just sit there confused for an hour, I figured I could get some good studying at my dorm instead of going there. So I passed out on my bed and slept all mourning.
Today I met a girl from Canada, and she's aboot instead of about, funny funny funny!
Another tip from me...never try to study or think in a room of five other people, you just won't get a god damn thing done.
Michael Jordan is making a comeback too the NBA, and we all are with him, for he will rip shit up!