PopcornOver Thanksgiving, I had the misfortune to run into Matt Woods. He used to play soccer at Amory, then at ICC. He subbed for a while, looking for a place to coach soccer. Apprently, he's at Desoto Central now, who have been progressively better over the years. In any case, when I ran into him, he starts babbling about how he practically led ( Read more... )

Ooh! An interview, fromfiyero06. See also

1. What's the one thing in your life that you regret doing/not doing the most?That's a tough one. I don't really know if I have any regrets. I've done some things I'm not proud of, I've made some bad/stupid/reckless decisions but I can't say I regret them. They're part of who I am; learning from those mistakes ( Read more... )

Time for some analysis:

I've heard a few of Cursive's new songs, and they definitely jump back to Domestica. Without the cello, their songs are less orchestrated, which makes Ugly Organ seem like an artsy sejour to an otherwise straightfoward (well, relatively) sound. Not that that's such a bad thing.

EDIT:The Difference Between Houses and Homes ( Read more... )

That's just how we roll.I watched Sewanee play Principia today in soccer. I miss soccer ( Read more... )

The worst there ever wasI'm becoming exasperated with my current computer condition. Bumming computer time from Phil, Jacob, Pete, and Taylor is a pain in all concerned asses, as is going to the library. Come on Gateway, let's get our shit together and maybe some inter-department communication so that things get done with out snafus (i.e. ( Read more... )

Dis--couraged, heartened, appointed, illusioned ( Read more... )

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Get Your Valor OnIf I were J.K. Rowling, and I'm not, but if I were, I would definately try to exploit Quidditch a bit more. I don't know about you, but I would definately sport a Puddlemere United jersey/shirt thing, provided it wasn't hideous. Hell, splurge a little bit, get Nike to help you. She'd make a killing ( Read more... )

Girls and BloodSo we had to write short stories in English. Mine was a thinly veiled journal entry, with me and the protagonist, and it basically deals with my shit soccer season, under the guise of a cowboy named Graham in a rodeo, during which he breaks his shoulder. Ok, whatever. Keeping in mind that I wrote about me, a large percentage of the ( Read more... )

And then in 20 oh nine, they'll find my body on the West Sussex line.So, long time, I guess. It really kills how my moods swing, for no apparent reason. I read old posts... and I'm really exagerated and extravagant, but, shit, at the time, it's seems so earth shattering ( Read more... )