Van city's got a wide array of suspects
Man... I wish I could play bass like Vic Wooten.
I don't know what to say. The rest of break went fast, and was enjoyable. Leann visited in the middle of the week -- we watched movies and played cards. I won the Texas Hold 'Em tournament that Kirk has us boys and girls play. I got a FAT $8 for it, bitches. It makes me want to play up here like old times. Perhaps tomorrow night. We also ate at Applebee's, which really isn't that good of a restaurant. But at least there was a huge group of rude and ugly hill-billies. Last time I checked, looking WORSE than Willy Nelson wasn't cool.
The first week fo school has already been slightly stressful, but I've managed. I'm currently procrastinating (I know... you must be thinking, 'No way... not Jacob, he would never!'). But, hopefully I'll sign my JRN minor soon, and get my meeting with good ol' Ken Rumsey done, and things will become a light roar. With 18 credits, it's gonna be a busy semester.
Really and truly, Cabin pizza is basically heaven for my stomach. Not only did Frank, Steve, his brother Matt, and I eat there Monday night when Steve visited, but I also went Thursday night when my dad was passing through Mt. P on his way to Cadillac. And... as if the pizza wasn't good enough, or the amazing $5.50 2-topping large every Mon., Tues., and Thursday night... the waitress messed up our order, so my dad and I each got a large pizza. Annnnnd she only charged us $6 for it. It was a blessed event.
A not-so blessed event happened today at lunch. My nose must've though: 'hey... how about I just... start bleeding all over the place while Jacob's eating his lunch!' And that, my dears, is exactly what happened. Three bloodied napkins later, I managed to calm the storm that was my left nostril. I must've looked like a reeeeeeal cool guy holding napkins up to my face for 20 minutes in the Larz cafeteria.
But even a bloody nose couldn't stop me from destroying Frank in a best-of-5 SMS game. Again.
Oh yeah, bit of advice -- after about two months of physical inactivity, don't go to the SAC and go crazy with the lifting. You will, like me, want to commit upper-body suicide.
That is all.
I don't know what to say. The rest of break went fast, and was enjoyable. Leann visited in the middle of the week -- we watched movies and played cards. I won the Texas Hold 'Em tournament that Kirk has us boys and girls play. I got a FAT $8 for it, bitches. It makes me want to play up here like old times. Perhaps tomorrow night. We also ate at Applebee's, which really isn't that good of a restaurant. But at least there was a huge group of rude and ugly hill-billies. Last time I checked, looking WORSE than Willy Nelson wasn't cool.
The first week fo school has already been slightly stressful, but I've managed. I'm currently procrastinating (I know... you must be thinking, 'No way... not Jacob, he would never!'). But, hopefully I'll sign my JRN minor soon, and get my meeting with good ol' Ken Rumsey done, and things will become a light roar. With 18 credits, it's gonna be a busy semester.
Really and truly, Cabin pizza is basically heaven for my stomach. Not only did Frank, Steve, his brother Matt, and I eat there Monday night when Steve visited, but I also went Thursday night when my dad was passing through Mt. P on his way to Cadillac. And... as if the pizza wasn't good enough, or the amazing $5.50 2-topping large every Mon., Tues., and Thursday night... the waitress messed up our order, so my dad and I each got a large pizza. Annnnnd she only charged us $6 for it. It was a blessed event.
A not-so blessed event happened today at lunch. My nose must've though: 'hey... how about I just... start bleeding all over the place while Jacob's eating his lunch!' And that, my dears, is exactly what happened. Three bloodied napkins later, I managed to calm the storm that was my left nostril. I must've looked like a reeeeeeal cool guy holding napkins up to my face for 20 minutes in the Larz cafeteria.
But even a bloody nose couldn't stop me from destroying Frank in a best-of-5 SMS game. Again.
Oh yeah, bit of advice -- after about two months of physical inactivity, don't go to the SAC and go crazy with the lifting. You will, like me, want to commit upper-body suicide.
That is all.