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i am seriously sick of college food. it is always the same stuff. and it screws up my stomach. and its making me fat. its comparable to airline food, which, speaking of, i have only ever eaten once (and yes, it was disgusting). so i can't wait to go home and eat real food. you know, the kind that you get out of a box in your freezer.
in other news, mommy left for mexico today. i'm gonna be home alone all weekend. i might go to the timberlane ultimate game on saturday. i really wish i could play, but my morals (dev and woody) probably wont allow me to play. i would love to, but i (dev and woody) know deep down, it'd be cheating. and i (dev and woody) would never allow myself to cheat.
also, tomorrow i am going to bc to see brian, and to join him in attending the buda captains meeting in somerville. that should be fun, because it means getting some of our money back. it also means seeing dev and roy (and the rest of the stonecutters team) recieve their 1st place trophy, and puppy kiss recieve their second place trophy (a trophy that we both helped to earn). and on top of it all, it means representing the reunion of the greatest team (or at least the biggest) to ever play organized club ultimate...sofa king!
a side note:
cracker jack prizes are stupid. if a company is going to advertise that there is a surprise inside, at least make it something surprising. a cartoon picture of george washington that transforms (unsuccessfully) into an older version of george washington is not surprising. i think all cracker jack packages should include some sort of poisonous insect/reptile. that way, when you open the bag (or box, depending upon the particular style of package in which your cracker jacks are contained) it would jump out and immediately latch onto your body and inject its venom, and the mothers of the world would wonder how such a ridiculous idea could have made it through so many levels of product design, and they would gather together in a massive mob of estrogen-fueled anger and bring forth a class-action lawsuit against those bastards who decided to coat perfectly delicious popcorn with a sugary brown substance that hardly resembles caramel in any way. and then the entire company (and possibly even the parent company) would be forced to shut down factories country wide, causing a massive increase in unemployment rates, which would only lead the country deeper into the already alarming state of economic recession which we are currently in. now that would be a surprise.
in other news, mommy left for mexico today. i'm gonna be home alone all weekend. i might go to the timberlane ultimate game on saturday. i really wish i could play, but my morals (dev and woody) probably wont allow me to play. i would love to, but i (dev and woody) know deep down, it'd be cheating. and i (dev and woody) would never allow myself to cheat.
also, tomorrow i am going to bc to see brian, and to join him in attending the buda captains meeting in somerville. that should be fun, because it means getting some of our money back. it also means seeing dev and roy (and the rest of the stonecutters team) recieve their 1st place trophy, and puppy kiss recieve their second place trophy (a trophy that we both helped to earn). and on top of it all, it means representing the reunion of the greatest team (or at least the biggest) to ever play organized club ultimate...sofa king!
a side note:
cracker jack prizes are stupid. if a company is going to advertise that there is a surprise inside, at least make it something surprising. a cartoon picture of george washington that transforms (unsuccessfully) into an older version of george washington is not surprising. i think all cracker jack packages should include some sort of poisonous insect/reptile. that way, when you open the bag (or box, depending upon the particular style of package in which your cracker jacks are contained) it would jump out and immediately latch onto your body and inject its venom, and the mothers of the world would wonder how such a ridiculous idea could have made it through so many levels of product design, and they would gather together in a massive mob of estrogen-fueled anger and bring forth a class-action lawsuit against those bastards who decided to coat perfectly delicious popcorn with a sugary brown substance that hardly resembles caramel in any way. and then the entire company (and possibly even the parent company) would be forced to shut down factories country wide, causing a massive increase in unemployment rates, which would only lead the country deeper into the already alarming state of economic recession which we are currently in. now that would be a surprise.