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Been a while since I updated. My parents came over this weekend and hung out with me. My dad and I played disc golf (apparently frisbee golf is the incorrect term, as frisbee is a brand name) on Saturday. He lost. I finished in nine less throws than he did. After that ass kicking, he got some redemption at the bowling alley at the U. He threw 177, about 75 more than me. Fair is fair, I guess. On Sunday we went to Waffle House for breakfast before going to Ft. Worth shop for discs at Play It Again Sports. You wouldn't believe how complicated disc golf is. There are eight types of disc: Flyer, Driver, Slice, Helix, Roller, Hyzer, Hookshot, Upshot. There are different degrees within those respective categories as well. I have a #1 Driver, a #2 Driver, a #2 Slice, a #1 Hyzer, and an #1 and #2 Upshot. Confused? Me too.
My Dad suprised me on Sunday by telling me that he wanted me to assimilate Vanessa into the family if our relationship was going to continue. He said that he wanted Vanessa around if that's what makes me happy. I don't know that my mother shares that sentiment as of now, but we'll see. Vanessa and I (change of topic) had a rather lengthy discussion about whether or not god exists and then whether or not we believe in fate and destiny or not, and basically how the universe works. One of my favorites. If any of you feel unenlightend, let me know. I have all of the answers.
- Manus celer dei -
My Dad suprised me on Sunday by telling me that he wanted me to assimilate Vanessa into the family if our relationship was going to continue. He said that he wanted Vanessa around if that's what makes me happy. I don't know that my mother shares that sentiment as of now, but we'll see. Vanessa and I (change of topic) had a rather lengthy discussion about whether or not god exists and then whether or not we believe in fate and destiny or not, and basically how the universe works. One of my favorites. If any of you feel unenlightend, let me know. I have all of the answers.
- Manus celer dei -