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It was, like, instantaneous. Magic.

Odd, but good

I recently got a lot more Mike Doughty music. He's a solid dude. Odd, but good. I like the nonsensical associations that he makes. In everyday conversation he would run the risk of making absolutely no sense, but on top of his beats and the staccato chords, he sounds like a new age prophet without all the dreadlocks and annoying personality ticks.

That's the thing I like though. Nonsense making perfect sense. In a roundabout kind of way, the most outrageous analogies are probably more true-to-life than the cliches. Not probably, definitely.

I had something to write about, but it took so long for the internet to load (SURPRISE!) that I forgot. I'm just sitting here waiting for a few phone calls. My boss was supposed to call me when he finished uploading some things for the new video, but he hasn't called yet. My friend from work was supposed to call me tonight as well, but he hasn't called either. So I thought "Hey I'll just post that thing to my blog." And then I forgot. Because the internet toook sooo looong tooo loooad.

Let's see how long it takes to load this post to the blog. Ready, GO!

Found it

I had a good day today. I sleep in (it is Tuesday, after all), did my German test, which didn't take that long, snuck in a round of disc golf over on Western, during which I found my little red robot driver that I lost two days ago, go in a little extra exercise at home, had two showers and a decent day at work.

It's the kind of day that makes me feel accomplished, and totally makes up for the fact that after my Theater class is over, I'm coming home to take a mid-morning nap until German. It also makes up for the fact that tomorrow I'm going to have to confront the big bad boss man coach about his newest idea for the highlight video. A quick run-down of the idea might look like this: football, Nazis, violence, football, offensive finale. Taaaa-daaa. It's the kind of thing Dr. Vogel told me about last semester. It's the kind of thing he said you should put money away for, in a "Go to Hell!" fund, in case you have to refuse to participate in a project, tell your boss to "Go to Hell!" and ride out the job search with you fat old bank account. Too bad my last (first) paycheck was $33.47.... and I already spent it.

Words of Advice

Would you rather have a Lexus or justice?
A dream or some substance?
A Beamer? A necklace? Or Freedom?

Rain, rain, go suck it

I had a day full of frisbee planned and then it rained. Darn it!

Sam's at work and I don't have anything to do. She should be getting off in about 30 minutes, so that's exciting. I wish the sun would come out.

That is all.

YAY!

Sam re-did my page for me!

Here's a quick recap of my last few days, ranked from most to least dorky:

1. Started trying to teach myself how to do yo-yo tricks
1 (tie). Left a note asking for people to call/e-mail me if they find my frisbee
2. Bought a new disc (see figure one)
4. Dyed one of my other discs with a new, Dave Matthews Band inspired design (see figure two)
3. Played disc golf


I also threw one of my drivers into the woods and it vanished. I spent awhile looking for it, but I gave up. It was the one the Jason guy gave me when I met him the first time I tried to play. Kind of sad, especially cause I had put the new robot design on it :( Oh well. I left a note so maybe if someone finds it they'll let me know, but not likely. I did get a whole round in, which was nice. Going alone is starting to lose its charm though, and Mike and Dave don't have the patience to learn how to play. And I quote Michael: "I'm just gonna stop playing this game if I keep sucking." This was on the third hole of his second outing. Although I had the same thought after I tossed that frisbee from the edge of the woods deeper into the woods.

Isn't that ROC pretty, though? I didn't even want to play with it for fear of getting it all banged up. That'll go away the second I slam it into a tree trunk, though. Read: the next time I play.

It was a nice day. Had luper with Sam then played golf then watched Scrubs with Mike and Dave. I'm thinking something awesome should happen tomorrow. If I could think of something specific, I'd help it happen. But alas.