Thursday, September 05, 2002
The ratio is everything.
At the College of Charleston the girl-boy ratio is 3-1. I like those odds.
By the way, the whole world might be interested in the fact that Brian wears a string bikini.... regularly. And Scott loves thongs.
Cookie break was the most exciting thing about today, we had a bundle of good ol' fashioned adolescent laughs. Great topics like boobs came up!
Our Intermediate Microeconomics professor kicked some ass today. Remember the movie for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Remember in the end where all of the turtles tried to attack shredder and he tossed them aside one by one? Well that's what happened at the end of class. He asked us what we thought about the increase in the income gap between the rich and poor in the US, and he flung us aside like wet paper towels.
I'm going to go bang myself in the head with guilt.
Listening to: Incubus - Warning
At the College of Charleston the girl-boy ratio is 3-1. I like those odds.
By the way, the whole world might be interested in the fact that Brian wears a string bikini.... regularly. And Scott loves thongs.
Cookie break was the most exciting thing about today, we had a bundle of good ol' fashioned adolescent laughs. Great topics like boobs came up!
Our Intermediate Microeconomics professor kicked some ass today. Remember the movie for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Remember in the end where all of the turtles tried to attack shredder and he tossed them aside one by one? Well that's what happened at the end of class. He asked us what we thought about the increase in the income gap between the rich and poor in the US, and he flung us aside like wet paper towels.
I'm going to go bang myself in the head with guilt.
Listening to: Incubus - Warning
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Bored and in the morning: At the sailing club yesterday I had to flip a boat. That's great, the bad thing is that the sail sorta landed on me... ouch.
I hate the 'lame duck' period before classes. I could be doing something really important right now, but in a sec I'm just going to head over to Differential Equations. Ahhh, the black box. Its at times like these that you can really convince yourself that time has stopped. I just have to ignore the window. Those people out there aren't real. I'm real, the only important thing to remember.
Listening to: Alkaline Trio - Radio
Sunday, September 01, 2002
The Dark Knight and the Acolytes
He is no ordinary guy.
Well Friday was definately a tiring ordeal. A group of us played games on the LAN and ate baby-sized burritos (not baby as in small, baby as in as big as a 6-month year old kid).
After that it was dart wars again... we eventually got a lot of people involved, it was fun as usual. Then we went to play Ultimate Frisbee Golf... and the most incredible thing happened:
As we were playing, this drunk guy runs up and calls out "throw it to me! throw it to me!" Unfortunately it landed near him, so he grabbed it and dashed off with it, towards an SUV waiting for him by the curb. Just as I thought there was no chance of ever seeing our frisbee again, the Dark Knight Tob descended upon the SUV and jumped in the door as it was taking off. For a moment it seemed as if it would take off with him in it, but he then leaped out again with Frisbee in hand.
On Saturday, Scott, Bryan, Kyle and I decided it was time to go get some equipment for club AARG, so we headed to Anderson. On our way back we stopped in Family Dollar and found, by far, the coolest damn jackets ever concieved. Yes, you to for a mere $20 can have your own polystyrene fake black leather jacket, plus $1 badass sunglasses to boot. We were the ultimate gang. We came back, had dinner (in our jackets) then played some Swat 3 for a few hours, following up with a viewing of "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged)" and then "Boondock Saints."
We were satisfied, we decided more Powerblast DX-500s were needed... so we performed a surgical strike on the TOYS R US in Greenville, SC. They never saw us coming, we bought ever single DX-500 they had. Great job men.
Listening to: Weezer - Gone Fishin'
He is no ordinary guy.
Well Friday was definately a tiring ordeal. A group of us played games on the LAN and ate baby-sized burritos (not baby as in small, baby as in as big as a 6-month year old kid).
After that it was dart wars again... we eventually got a lot of people involved, it was fun as usual. Then we went to play Ultimate Frisbee Golf... and the most incredible thing happened:
As we were playing, this drunk guy runs up and calls out "throw it to me! throw it to me!" Unfortunately it landed near him, so he grabbed it and dashed off with it, towards an SUV waiting for him by the curb. Just as I thought there was no chance of ever seeing our frisbee again, the Dark Knight Tob descended upon the SUV and jumped in the door as it was taking off. For a moment it seemed as if it would take off with him in it, but he then leaped out again with Frisbee in hand.
On Saturday, Scott, Bryan, Kyle and I decided it was time to go get some equipment for club AARG, so we headed to Anderson. On our way back we stopped in Family Dollar and found, by far, the coolest damn jackets ever concieved. Yes, you to for a mere $20 can have your own polystyrene fake black leather jacket, plus $1 badass sunglasses to boot. We were the ultimate gang. We came back, had dinner (in our jackets) then played some Swat 3 for a few hours, following up with a viewing of "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged)" and then "Boondock Saints."
We were satisfied, we decided more Powerblast DX-500s were needed... so we performed a surgical strike on the TOYS R US in Greenville, SC. They never saw us coming, we bought ever single DX-500 they had. Great job men.
Listening to: Weezer - Gone Fishin'
