| January 2, 1997 -- I had trouble waking up this afternoon. Yep, I did say AFTERNOON. That NyQuil is good stuff, knocks you out like nuthin' else. Besides being unconscious until dusk (I've become nocturnal...I haven't seen the sun in two days!) this day was cool. I ate tons of cookies...which was fine because I took my vitamins too! I love rationalizing junk food. I listened to some kick-ass music and sat around being lazy. Around 7:00 I had Pep band...that was cool. Basketball. The Hofstra Flying Dutchmen v. The Vermont Sucky Squad...or something like that. Hofstra actually won a game...final score? Hmmm...70ish to something less... I was shocked. Hofstra has been on this incredible losing streak since the beginning of the season. I had forgotten that Hofstra actually COULD win. Go figure. The BMR? One Vermont guy got his face bashed and blood was running all over the place. Very gross. He split his whole lip open. Yech. I felt bad for him. As usual, we didn't get to play too much music, but at least the D.J. was playing some cool stuff. I thought a few of my friends should have been there...they played that Tom Jones song that I know from Mars Attacks. Some people (Hi!) would have flipped. That would have been cool. The other BMR? That Jasen guy page) showed up, uninvited, and messed with my good mood. Not very nice of him to show up and be depressing or be depressing the next time I talk to him EVERY time I'm having fun. But that's not important. I sat around with my buddy Joslyn and talked about men, ice cream, and baseball bats...but not in that order. I ate more junk food when I got home, and did this dumb web page thing until 2am again. I'm going to sleep now...catch ya later, world! |
