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9/12/01
Wise words of Deezy, “We No Limit Soldiers!"
Wise words of Kristin, “Thanx honey!”
Mission of the Day #134: Find out who dumped water on us at one in the mourn!”.
Wenesday is the typical fourty night. Yet today I had an unfortunate turn of fate, which hopefully won't be bad in the long run. Today while playing our usual afternoon scrimmages, I went up to block a shot and came down on my knee...twisting it beyond belief. Luckily it wasn't too serious too not walk it off but otherwise it's gunna seem fine. So back to starting off the pre-weekend, that meant I could party late...since I had workouts in the mourning, but the trainer said I couldn't participate. We all started off chillen, once again I dominated in chess, and we travelled all over the campus screwing with other drunks. The night ended up with us chillen out front our dorm, and there were some tight girls outside, very hot indeed. Yet next week, it will not be fourty night...because we have started a bowling league, so instead of chillen all night at tards...I decided to change my room around since a couple people offered me couches. So after a good hour and a half of moving furniture around, I eventually had the configuration I liked. I now have a big three-seater couch along with a love seat, so I can host plenty of people. Some of the other rooms are just dominate over mine, yet that's because they are sophmore rooms. My room I feel dominates other fresh, but otherwise who really cares...it's a place to dwell.
9/09/01
Wise words of Deezy, “You have both nipples pierced, wow!"
Wise words of Donnie, “Don't be like Josh, play your cards!”
Mission of the Day #132: Create crazy putt putt mini-golf arena using ply-wood!”.
College brings out the intelligence and creativity of all it's students. Today we were bored hanging around our dorms, so I decided to break out my lob wedge and practice the Tiger Woods balancing ball thing he does oh so well. Then I took my putter out and started putting down the dorm hall. By time I knew it, there were a couple others that decided to catch on and putt too. So we created our own putt putt mini-golf course. We broke out some of the other lumber left over and built some uphill putts, barriers and what not. It was damn sweet, as we are trying to start our own putt putt mini-golf league on our floor.
I'm back on the golf circut once again, as I strolled on over to a damn nice course for a damn nice price with some other basketball players for an afternoon of slicing drives, bad chips, and long putts. I was holding down the other players till the last few holes, in which I fell apart, and fell back quickly. Yet it seemed just like back home playing with old friends, yet college is just that damn koo.
Money, money, money, money...MONEYYYY!!! Oh yes, tonight was good ole' poker/card night and I racked up a good twenty-five dollars from the other takers who wanted my money. Yet the next time it might not be my night, so fuck that if it ain't.