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| Well I'm turning 21 pretty soon, and as I was 'facing' the beer aisle of Tops Friendly Markets this afternoon, I considered what my choice of alcohol would be. After about fifteen minutes of thought, I decided upon the following two: Smirnoff Ice (Green Apple or Black Cherry flavors), or RedStripe (just because they have quality commercials.) Does anyone care that I'm writing here, besides Will? No, that's why I'm writing about my choice of alcohol.
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| Haven't updated in awhile. Sorry.
Well, I spent some time in Houghton, pretty much from Thursday at 5
until Friday at 5. As expected, it was a good time. I mean,
whenever you spend a significant amount of time with Pat Johnson and
Will Airhart, nothing other than glory should be expected.
Speaking of glory, Pat nearly got pulled over by a cop for going 75 in
a 55, but he deftly swerved into what he thought was a road, but it was
just a long driveway, and he nearly crushed the owner's dog. When
we got there, without any marks on Pat's record (he doesn't just beat
the system, he has his way with it), we stopped for a sub at Subway
(the hang out place for many pre-NFL Sundays last year. Next it
was off to the Campus Center for a few awkward moments of sitting near
family campers and waiting for Pat's girlfriend and Will.
Eventually, I met Jess Mullen, an apparently 'flawless' girl, and then
her father, who thought I was Pat's brother. I also learned that
Dan Gurley was leaving to teach in Korea for two years, that's
impressive. I always liked him; he's a good-natured guy who'll
make a difference.
While Pat spent some time with Jess, I returned to Shen, arguably the
best smelling dormitory on the face of the planet, to hang out with
Will and experience his enthusiasm and hope for how his enigmatic
Juventus squad would perform. Once again, as we reached the
Nielsen Phys. Ed. Center, I met up with Pat and went to watch Jess'
elementary team play. Honestly, watching elementary soccer is
like watching blind people playing video games, so I hung out with a
good friend from first semester (who happened to be coaching the sister
of an old best friends). Soon, even Pat got bored, so we went to
catch the rest of Will's matches. It didn't take long to realize
that Will was blessed with a special group of kids. Although he
had a young squad and probably not the most talented one, they had the
most desire and willingness to play hard; it was rare to see a member
of his team slow up before challenging a ball, and even his weaker
players would make up for their lack of skill by working hard or just
getting in the way. Even their shortest and probably youngest
player scored on a glancing header off a free-kick; a crucial goal in
the playoff affair. To figure out what happened, just read Will's
blog. In other news, I had the good fortune of running into
Heather Mae Anderson, who seems excited to begin grad school after a
solid summer. It was good to see her.
After watching Will dance jubilantly and heckle opposing strikers with
the illiterate yet amusing Joel Lord, I went to Big Gay Als to hang
out. Despite some random strange events (cue hand motion), it was
good to see Stef, John, and Mark. After Pat returned from having
some chicken, we went back to Will's room, and then decided to go to
the truckstop to buy him a Gatorade. After a fairly lengthy chat,
we returned to realize we were locked out of Shen. Fortunately,
Will stayed in the Shen basement, so we hammered on to his window until
he woke up. Will was not thrilled, and the fact that Pat was
drinking some sobe energy drink that led him to 'sing' 'Afternoon
Delight' heightened his frustrations. Needless to say, none of us
slept much.
After Will's team prevailed as Jr. Boys Champions the following day, I
hung out with Will and his family. Dr. Airhart didn't seem too
concerned about the future of the Houghton honors program, but it's a
pity that things are a bit murkier than before, due to recent
events. Will soon had his way with me in ping-pong; the score was
like 21-12. He's the future champ of South Hall this year.
Then, I went home, and people continued to say I look like JP
Losman. ok bye.
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| These London attacks just keep coming. It's precisely two weeks
after the first attack, give or take a few hours. It's tough
realizing that yeah, we were near the Warren Street tube station
practically every day, but think about the fear gripping Londoners as
they travel throughout the city now. I'm also against the "Thank
God this wasn't me!" attitude. It's a pretty selfish outlook,
I'll be honest. Still, I don't particularly enjoy watching
people, who were fellow countrymen for such a long time, panicking
frequently. Fortunately, Londoners are tough, and it's going to
take more than this to daunt them.
Still, it's frustrating, because what can Britian do to protect itself
from these tube attacks? Everyone who was in London last semester
realizes that it's very easy to take large objects onto the tube.
For instance, in order to get to Heathrow Airport, you can take large
suitcases aboard the Piccadilly line (or practically any line) without
even being suspected. Plus, when you get onto the train, there's
no security there with you, and shady characters are fairly
commonplace. They're just so vulnerable.
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| Well, despite the discouraging events of the past month or so, I'm not
going to talk about them and instead, rehash some memories from my time
in the Bahamas, which began July 18th, 2004. There's nothing
quite like cracking a coconut, snorkeling in the Atlantic, eating
overly spicy hamburgers that you made for 30 people, putting shingles
on a house in 120 degree weather, meeting a girl who you'd make a
priority in the next year of your life, meeting her brother who happens
to be one of your closest friends, getting absolutely torn apart by 12
year old bahamian children in a game of 21, sleeping with freaky
looking bugs, cockroaches, and your youth pastor, watching lightning
strike near your boat in the middle of the ocean, swimming in a
bottomless hole of freshwater (apparently with sharks), trying to
harness uncooperative young kids during vacation bible school, playing
the role of David, who was rumored to be Japanese in the play, visiting
one of the most expensive hotels in the world, where Hulk Hogan was
rumored to be staying at the time (Hogan knows best, one of the most
retarded shows on tv by the way), holding crabs in the middle of the
road, watching some gangly man carve up some sugarcane, taking a shower
outside, sanding and priming with very little clothing on, and more
things that I'm forgetting. I realize that no one really cares
too much, and I don't blame you, but I wanted to write about it
somewhere.
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| Xanga
Yeah, I
said I was never going to create one of these. I'm embarrassed
for doing so, but yet again, I've succumbed to being one of Will's
mindless followers. Sounds weird, doesn't it? It should.
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