Mike check, one - two.

Aug 19, 2005 12:35

Here's the update.

I'm at McKendree... Meh.

Unexpectedly, I have a roommate, but it is Shamu.

Shamu is cool and all, but no roommate is definitely a plus whilst chasing tail. Anywho, so on the first day Shamu and I bought an onze of stuff I could sell for $40-60 for a lot less than that, and this is the first time since I got here that I am not stoned.

The weed + the concussion + the heat (112 at practice yesterday) is making me a meandering baffoon at practice, but everyone just blames the weed. The O-line coach calls me "Pothead Breitbarth", well fuck him. This pothead is just trying to get in shape and never be the last one in a drive... and I can still get pissed off every now and again and fuck up one of his O-linemen.

Meh. I can't wait for everyone else to get here, and for classes to start. I am tired of two practices, two meetings, and a lift session every day. I want to do more.

Football is getting on my nerves.

I miss you all. Some of you haunt my dreams. You don't know who you are, but I don't know if I want you to stop... It is a reminder of home... Good or not.

Something marvelous is about to happen.
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