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Spoken like a champion.
I distinctly remember my journal being more interesting this summer. Perhaps this one is degenerating into a "this is what I did today" type thing, and that's boring. Perhaps I need more 3rd person objective commentary. I remember enjoying writing and reading my explanation for my need to have a journal, and incorporating John Keat's epitaph (which is still on my wall, thank you Dan Simmons). Or maybe my life is just humdrum now, nothing noteworthy or interesting. That's a shame, I always thought I had a unique perspective and would therefore share it with others. Of course, I've always known I've been pretentious and arrogant too.
E4E last night. And Friday. It was a joke. There was absolutely no need for 13 kids to be there. We did absolutely nothing. And Lord Farquaad (aka Dan Rogers) got on to us. Loser. Sean Hayes and Brad Garrett were hysterical though, as was Tony Danza. I'm not a big fan of country music in general, but Brad Paisley put on a great show. He played 6 or so songs, 3 of which I really enjoyed. Whiskey Lullabye gave me goosebumps, 2 Feet of Topsoil was kinda folksy, bluegrassy, which is awesome, and the instrumental just plain kicked ass, no matter your musical preference. The rest was your standard country, whcih I could stand since I was on the fucking stage. I could've spit on him. I also liked the definite lack of pyrotechnics and such. Brad Paisely, for a country singer, you kick ass. Wynona sucked. People left.
Hrm...what else. Soccer season starts tomorrow w/ official practice. I love soccer, even though I'm totally mediocre at it. If I'm super lucky and work my balls off this year and this summer, I might be able to walk on at Carleton. We'll see. Anyway, one step at a time, Hoss. I'm totally excited.
I've had 2 more dreams about Maci recently. I don't what the deal is. I've never dreamt this often. One, we were at school, and I'm leaning up against a desk, and she's standing in front of me. She reaches back behind me to get some papers... and then I woke up. Dream #2: A group us are in her backyard, and then Keith comes out wrapped in a pink towel, and starts conversation. And that's it. That was right after Dubya was reelected and Republicans all dressed in red took to the streets to riot and sing "God Bless America." Wild.
I distinctly remember my journal being more interesting this summer. Perhaps this one is degenerating into a "this is what I did today" type thing, and that's boring. Perhaps I need more 3rd person objective commentary. I remember enjoying writing and reading my explanation for my need to have a journal, and incorporating John Keat's epitaph (which is still on my wall, thank you Dan Simmons). Or maybe my life is just humdrum now, nothing noteworthy or interesting. That's a shame, I always thought I had a unique perspective and would therefore share it with others. Of course, I've always known I've been pretentious and arrogant too.
E4E last night. And Friday. It was a joke. There was absolutely no need for 13 kids to be there. We did absolutely nothing. And Lord Farquaad (aka Dan Rogers) got on to us. Loser. Sean Hayes and Brad Garrett were hysterical though, as was Tony Danza. I'm not a big fan of country music in general, but Brad Paisley put on a great show. He played 6 or so songs, 3 of which I really enjoyed. Whiskey Lullabye gave me goosebumps, 2 Feet of Topsoil was kinda folksy, bluegrassy, which is awesome, and the instrumental just plain kicked ass, no matter your musical preference. The rest was your standard country, whcih I could stand since I was on the fucking stage. I could've spit on him. I also liked the definite lack of pyrotechnics and such. Brad Paisely, for a country singer, you kick ass. Wynona sucked. People left.
Hrm...what else. Soccer season starts tomorrow w/ official practice. I love soccer, even though I'm totally mediocre at it. If I'm super lucky and work my balls off this year and this summer, I might be able to walk on at Carleton. We'll see. Anyway, one step at a time, Hoss. I'm totally excited.
I've had 2 more dreams about Maci recently. I don't what the deal is. I've never dreamt this often. One, we were at school, and I'm leaning up against a desk, and she's standing in front of me. She reaches back behind me to get some papers... and then I woke up. Dream #2: A group us are in her backyard, and then Keith comes out wrapped in a pink towel, and starts conversation. And that's it. That was right after Dubya was reelected and Republicans all dressed in red took to the streets to riot and sing "God Bless America." Wild.