Hey people,
It seems as though a category five hurricane is going to hit the east coast shortly. The worst hurricane to hit the east since hurricane Bob which destroyed my dad's GMC. We used to have this huge cottonwood tree right next to our house which was dead, but it was at least 100 feet tall. That hurricane blew a couple of its branches onto our roof and as I said my dad's truck. I was surprised that none of the branches did any significant damage to our roof. One I was sure went right through the upstairs, and I was scared to go up to see. I was only seven at the time so it was a big deal. That was back in the day, when southern Maine still got a shitload of snow in the winter. Now we get crap for snow. I can't wait for the snow out here. It's going to be so awesome.
Kelsey and I went down to the Zoo this morning for some waffles and met up with A.J., Ken, and his girl-friend (his girl-friend is polar opposite of his personality, they are such an odd combination). Even though A.J. has been a lazy bum about signing up for our ultimate frisbee team, I think he's going to be part of our team. We'll be needing a ton of subs, because our schedule conflicts with a lot of people's classes. Our problem isn't really people though, it's more the fact that we have a lack of female players. We did have four or five signed up as of Thursday, but I think the confliction of schedules is going to hurt our roster. In order to compete, you need at least three females on your team. We're making shirts tonight and our first practice is at 6 p.m. We're getting bright orange bandanas to match our shirts, but it's going to be difficult to find fifteen of them in Missoula.
-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com
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Hey people,
We all know how skilled Tiger Woods is with his clubs. But what if, on the way to a tournament to Australia, his plane crashes and he ends up in an uninhabited region of the Phillipines. All he has with him, because of such a horrific wreck, his clubs are the only things to survive. Do you believe he would be able to kill and protect himself from the animals of the jungle with only his clubs? Would he be able to kill them and slaughter them for food? He was put to the test against Stanford's top athletes and in every fitness test he was the winner. So would he have the agility and endurance to out last these beasts or would he die? I think he would make it. Depending on the time he had to last of course, before he was discovered and taken in by the natives.
Today I was supposed to go to the Griz game with Kelsey, but we were going to get tickets at 10:00 a.m. because they had been sold out on Monday morning, the first day they were for sale. So, I called him up at ten past to see if he was up. I was half-way through my conversation before I realized I was talking to his roommate and not him. It was astounding at how much they sounded alike over the phone. Lucas was really confused. It was absolutely hilarious. In any case, we didn't get down to the box office until 11, but it didn't matter because they didn't have any in the first place. We figured that because we got Melissa's the day of the game last week, we would be able to do the same this week. Instead, I had to pay $33 for the two of ours from the local scalpers.
The game was pretty good, although I enjoyed last week's much better, even though we lost last week and we won this week. Probably because we went with Aly and Melissa, even if they did leave after the first half to go on a road trip up to Helena. Our offense was absolutely obscene. The only reason we had a score of 38-14 was because of our defense. They played out of their minds. Sam Houston State (oddly enough Sam Houston is related to me) was a shitty football team. The quarterback wasn't bad, but every time he passed it right into his receiver's hands, they would drop it. It was pathetic. Not as pathetic as their punter. Just about every kick he punted was 20-30 yards. Our punter meanwhile had the game of his life, punting everything for at least 55 yards. Although that was because their punt returner's couldn't catch his punts and they would just roll an extra 20 yards before our special teams got to the ball.
After the game, Kelsey called Melissa and Aly to see when they would pick us up for supper. Out of the complete blue, we were helping Melissa move her new (well used really, it was full of mold) refrigerator into her room, and her mom invited us over for lasagna. Now I absolutely dispise lasagna, but I wasn't going to not accept an invitation for a home-cooked meal (especially with Aly going to be there), so Kelsey and I readily accepted. So, apparently they were making cookies when he called, so she said they would pick us up in an hour. After getting ready and everything, they finally call us an hour after they were supposed to pick us up and said they were in their room. Eventually we met them in the lobby (Melissa commented on how nice I looked, always nice to hear), and finally took off for Melissa's sister's house.
We decided to pick up a movie rental (some how we arrived at "Delivered From Eva", an L.L. Cool J. flic), and then got to Melissa's sister's house. They were out in the middle of this field, the sky was so awesome. That night driving back, I couldn't take my eyes off of the stars. I can't wait to go camping with them. It will be so fun. In any case, Melissa's two nephews (like 6 and 8 years old) and her cousin (12 or 13) were also there. The two nephews were hell-raisers, but amusing as obnoxious little children can be. The cousin was way too typical of a twelve-thirteen year old. Kelsey made the garlic bread which was hella good, even though there was way too much salt on it, and the lasagna was really good. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either.
The movie was merely okay, maybe if I had have been black it would have been more amusing (it was obviously aimed for that audience). However, being under the same blanket with Melissa and Aly on the couch was definitely worth it. I was particularly flirty with Melissa for some reason. But I managed to tickle Aly pretty well (made her fall off the couch with a big squeal). She is the first person who I have had a craving to tickle. She is the funnest person to tickle ever. The ice cream was hella good too (Aly is obsessed with ice cream, I think I might get her something ice cream related for her birthday in November). The night didn't go as I thought it would have, I guess I figured it was going to be a lot more stressful than it was. Instead it was extremely laid back, like Aly, Kelsey, and I were part of the family.
-Dan, dhurrikane@hotmail.com
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