Marc
Snagged just under 300 mp3's in under 30 hours. Not bad for a guy that worked all day (and did push-ups and sit-ups tonight). It's back to running once I get home for good again. I need that feeling of accomplishing something. Even thinking about getting a pass to the rec. center and maybe start in on lifting weights. I'll prolly just end up buying a pair of 20lb dumbells and use those in the privacy of my own room. I've got some kind of issue with working out in public (which is most definitely the reason that I've never done it before - except when I played tennis in high school, and that was only so I wouldn't get kicked off the team - which I kind of did to myself during my junior year [when I quit the team to become a rockstar - which so far hasn't panned out any better than the tennis thing]). Who's to know?
Haven't offended anyone today, as far as I can tell. So, it will go down in the record books as a good day. Last day of work for (at the very least) eight months or so. I've got to be happy about that. Maybe we'll have a cookout tomorrow night. Matt, myself, and the 'mates entertained the idea of having a party on Thursday or Friday night. Strictly a money-grubbing affair, where we let Zach run the door and charge dudes $6/cup, chicks $2/cup, and give him free range to kick anyone out that he damn well pleases. 'S not like he hasn't had that golden opportunity before. For fuck's sake, we live kiddy-corner across from two, seventeen-story-high dormitories (one being half-male, half-female) (the other being completely full of wide-eyed, un-endurably-trusting females [trust me, I should know - I see the cockknobs that they always end up dating for the first two years of college - "he's a walking hard-on just looking for a hole" basically sums it up] ). Not like any of us would have the gumption (or sub-standard morals) to take advantage of that situation. I think what's prolly going to happen is this: lawn chairs, twelve-packs, bags of ice, and harrassments hurled at large groups of passers-by (presumably on their way to other money-grubbing-only parties at houses further down the road).
Fuck, we should do it out of convenience for them. How about some humanity, huh?
Snagged just under 300 mp3's in under 30 hours. Not bad for a guy that worked all day (and did push-ups and sit-ups tonight). It's back to running once I get home for good again. I need that feeling of accomplishing something. Even thinking about getting a pass to the rec. center and maybe start in on lifting weights. I'll prolly just end up buying a pair of 20lb dumbells and use those in the privacy of my own room. I've got some kind of issue with working out in public (which is most definitely the reason that I've never done it before - except when I played tennis in high school, and that was only so I wouldn't get kicked off the team - which I kind of did to myself during my junior year [when I quit the team to become a rockstar - which so far hasn't panned out any better than the tennis thing]). Who's to know?
Haven't offended anyone today, as far as I can tell. So, it will go down in the record books as a good day. Last day of work for (at the very least) eight months or so. I've got to be happy about that. Maybe we'll have a cookout tomorrow night. Matt, myself, and the 'mates entertained the idea of having a party on Thursday or Friday night. Strictly a money-grubbing affair, where we let Zach run the door and charge dudes $6/cup, chicks $2/cup, and give him free range to kick anyone out that he damn well pleases. 'S not like he hasn't had that golden opportunity before. For fuck's sake, we live kiddy-corner across from two, seventeen-story-high dormitories (one being half-male, half-female) (the other being completely full of wide-eyed, un-endurably-trusting females [trust me, I should know - I see the cockknobs that they always end up dating for the first two years of college - "he's a walking hard-on just looking for a hole" basically sums it up] ). Not like any of us would have the gumption (or sub-standard morals) to take advantage of that situation. I think what's prolly going to happen is this: lawn chairs, twelve-packs, bags of ice, and harrassments hurled at large groups of passers-by (presumably on their way to other money-grubbing-only parties at houses further down the road).
Fuck, we should do it out of convenience for them. How about some humanity, huh?
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