Nothing in Particular
my english classes are interesting this semester. two of them are filled with kids who want to be stars and are, in reality, 40 watt bulbs, one is chock full of apologists for the foolishness inherent in British Romance lit and gunners who monopolize any discussion, and the other one is a creative writing class filled with mostly bad writers and a few decent-to-acceptable ones. the light bulbs i tune out, the apologists i mock, and the bad writers i encourage, so there's some days where i actually learn nothing.
i've fallen in love with a girl who lives twelve hours away and have resorted to the desperate foolishness of talking on the phone as the primary mode of interaction. stupid, i know, but i really like her. the question of whether or not we can still satisy the biological imperative went unanswered, so i'm taking that as a go-ahead, but being single and picking up girls is harder than i remember. as a correlary, a day without sex really sucks.
UM is looking real strong on the football field, Tigers look good for postseason play (but they need to win the division), Wings look decent in the preseason, State has officially imploded again...what else? that might cover sports for the time being.
get this: to make a point about immigration on the Daily Show, Pat Buchanan (who is my new favorite politician of the moment) points out that the Indians had a liberal immigration policy, and look what happened to them! his audacity with that statement won me over, except i won't vote for him.
playing softball now with a team mostly comprised of jabronis. its difficult for me to maintain patience sometimes with these nonathletic bastards, but i try and realize that not everyone is as athletic as me while our pitcher just walked his eight straight batter in coed slow pitch. we would get beat by a team confined entirely to wheelchairs, we're so bad. ce la vie.
it's been raining for three weeks here and i can't find a poker game, but other than that, things are going pretty well. so that's about all for now.
i've fallen in love with a girl who lives twelve hours away and have resorted to the desperate foolishness of talking on the phone as the primary mode of interaction. stupid, i know, but i really like her. the question of whether or not we can still satisy the biological imperative went unanswered, so i'm taking that as a go-ahead, but being single and picking up girls is harder than i remember. as a correlary, a day without sex really sucks.
UM is looking real strong on the football field, Tigers look good for postseason play (but they need to win the division), Wings look decent in the preseason, State has officially imploded again...what else? that might cover sports for the time being.
get this: to make a point about immigration on the Daily Show, Pat Buchanan (who is my new favorite politician of the moment) points out that the Indians had a liberal immigration policy, and look what happened to them! his audacity with that statement won me over, except i won't vote for him.
playing softball now with a team mostly comprised of jabronis. its difficult for me to maintain patience sometimes with these nonathletic bastards, but i try and realize that not everyone is as athletic as me while our pitcher just walked his eight straight batter in coed slow pitch. we would get beat by a team confined entirely to wheelchairs, we're so bad. ce la vie.
it's been raining for three weeks here and i can't find a poker game, but other than that, things are going pretty well. so that's about all for now.