Sherman
My packet of hot sauce from taco bell says this, "Nice palm. I read a great satisfaction in your future." And actually the other states, "Bike tires scare me." Other than having conversations with watered down taco bell hot sauces, I'm just kickin it right now, not much to do. I just came back from the Sherman post office, and it was interesting. Everybody knows each other in this damn town, there were several small groups of people just chatting away inside the lobby area. There were these old guys talkin about the Cowboy's game, which was fuckin crazy nigga! Could it have been anymore close? No it couldn't have, even the it was a 4 point difference. I love monday night football, its always so friggin close, at least its seemed to be that way this season. Even though the Seahawks aren't the greatest team out there, its still awesome to see my team win...*cue all dallas-haters to start bitchin and moanin*. Julius Jones, whatta beast, I wonder if he'll keep this up, he had 198 yards. Whats up cowboys comin back into the playoff picture. Anyways, the old guys were psyched about it. I was there only because my $300 credit card bill is due tomorrow so I had to go express mail that piece. I left and headed to taco bell to get a burrito, and of course this little shithead shermanite drove up behind me in what looked like a sixty-somethin mustang, but it was so trashed it was just a disgrace to the entire mustang heritage. So yeah the dick tries to rev his engine me at the stop light, and boy was that intimidating! Wow! So skinhead guy takes off after I pull in to taco bell, guess I lost that one, whatta shame. What can I say, us 1987 Bronco II drivers sure are good competition for a good ol' fashioned street race! Movin on...the lax party on thursday night was eh, alright, played a game called mushroom but didn't get hammered off of it luckily, hung around, mingled, left after soberin up. Saturday night was a fun one, the tri-gams threw final blowout, almost everybody was there it seemed like, even Holly, her friends, and the heavily accented english dude. I think they bussed us out to Pottsboro, some random building out there. Lots of liqour and couple of kegs, good way to get ready for finals this week. Too bad I got more plastered that night than I have all year, ugh. So yes this week is finals, its not gonna be that bad, I got one tomorrow and 2 on friday. So after 5 I'll be headed back to fort worth, please let this break not be lame. Oh yeah, last night at 11pm was Baker Bun Run. My dorm's name is Baker, and every year at the same time they hold this magical festivity, where a group of guys from baker run around campus in their underwear. The idea is actually pretty funny, but then after chillin over at Christys room one day and learning of what all the junior and senior guys do to the runners, I just couldn't help but back out. When all the runners come by, the other guys hurl like microwaved eggs and other shit at em, and to top it off, one guy apparently threw a cup of piss at em too hahahaha. So yeah instead of bein humiliated I watched the chaos. Blah. Wish I had something insightful to talk about, the study for finals fairy is here though, take it sleazy guys.