Marc
I've been so slack on updating lately. I feel like a terd, to be quite honest. There's no motivation left in these bones, it seems like. I've actually had to wake up early this morning (early being 10:30) to write a one page paper about the logical flaws in the Bush administrations efforts to pre-emptively strike out against Iraq. Yeah. I said it.
On Updates: So. Here we go.
Apparently Mr. Jesse, who has kindly returned to the fold of the BLARG, is getting shipped overseas in the very near future. There's up and downs to everything, I suppose. The downside is obvious -- possible war, though it seems like, as each day passes, the likeliness of pre-eminent war fades just that much more. I know, most of you are disagreeing, but I can remain hopeful. It's a war that will make no sense to fight, and one can argue that no wars make sense. True. But, this one especially, I hope does not happen. So. Downside equals possible war. Very big downside, that one. Upside, though, is that someone I know and care for gets to see that much more of the outside world. Sounds kind of pitiful compared to that downside, but still, I would love to see these places that I see on television all the time. Jesse's already been all over Europe. This is just another geographical area for him to conquer. So, Pike, stay safe. Come back alive, and takes lots of Polaroids if you can.
Zach and myself have settled nicely into our "old men having lunch on a more than once weekly basis" routine. Ah. Grumpy old men. We're like two old misers walking through the Watterson Towers cafeteria recalling our glory days in the distant pass. "Remember when there used to be a revolving door there?" I'd ask just as he'd put on his oxygen mask in preparation for the trip up the stairs. "Yeah," he'd wheeze, "thems were the days."
Matt is, indeed, a drunken buffoon. His 3:30am email to me the other day read as such -- re: dude u r owe;soume, followed by a one word body that simply stated, "toulll;t". I'm open for any interpretations as I have no idea how to make heads or tails of it.
Scooter McB spent a weekend in Colorado skiing, it seems, and met up with one of his old roommates, commonly known as Ford. And, I've heard, all parties involved, including my roommate Luke, had quite a good laugh on my behalf as I am still at ISU. Ha ... ha. So ... funny. Bastards.
And last, though certainly not least, I walked in on Rick taking a shower at his apartment last weekend. I saw his D n' B and everything, by accident. Imagine thinking you were home alone, so you shower with the door to the bathroom open and the stereo blaring, and next you know your college chum from nearly 150 miles away is quite unexpectedly standing right outside your bathroom door saying, "hello, rick." You'd scream like a little sissy, too.
So. There you go. Nothing too spectacular. Just a day in the life of ... I suppose. Cheers.
I've been so slack on updating lately. I feel like a terd, to be quite honest. There's no motivation left in these bones, it seems like. I've actually had to wake up early this morning (early being 10:30) to write a one page paper about the logical flaws in the Bush administrations efforts to pre-emptively strike out against Iraq. Yeah. I said it.
On Updates: So. Here we go.
Apparently Mr. Jesse, who has kindly returned to the fold of the BLARG, is getting shipped overseas in the very near future. There's up and downs to everything, I suppose. The downside is obvious -- possible war, though it seems like, as each day passes, the likeliness of pre-eminent war fades just that much more. I know, most of you are disagreeing, but I can remain hopeful. It's a war that will make no sense to fight, and one can argue that no wars make sense. True. But, this one especially, I hope does not happen. So. Downside equals possible war. Very big downside, that one. Upside, though, is that someone I know and care for gets to see that much more of the outside world. Sounds kind of pitiful compared to that downside, but still, I would love to see these places that I see on television all the time. Jesse's already been all over Europe. This is just another geographical area for him to conquer. So, Pike, stay safe. Come back alive, and takes lots of Polaroids if you can.
Zach and myself have settled nicely into our "old men having lunch on a more than once weekly basis" routine. Ah. Grumpy old men. We're like two old misers walking through the Watterson Towers cafeteria recalling our glory days in the distant pass. "Remember when there used to be a revolving door there?" I'd ask just as he'd put on his oxygen mask in preparation for the trip up the stairs. "Yeah," he'd wheeze, "thems were the days."
Matt is, indeed, a drunken buffoon. His 3:30am email to me the other day read as such -- re: dude u r owe;soume, followed by a one word body that simply stated, "toulll;t". I'm open for any interpretations as I have no idea how to make heads or tails of it.
Scooter McB spent a weekend in Colorado skiing, it seems, and met up with one of his old roommates, commonly known as Ford. And, I've heard, all parties involved, including my roommate Luke, had quite a good laugh on my behalf as I am still at ISU. Ha ... ha. So ... funny. Bastards.
And last, though certainly not least, I walked in on Rick taking a shower at his apartment last weekend. I saw his D n' B and everything, by accident. Imagine thinking you were home alone, so you shower with the door to the bathroom open and the stereo blaring, and next you know your college chum from nearly 150 miles away is quite unexpectedly standing right outside your bathroom door saying, "hello, rick." You'd scream like a little sissy, too.
So. There you go. Nothing too spectacular. Just a day in the life of ... I suppose. Cheers.
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