My Archives: September 2003
9-28-03
I just helped bake not one but two apple pies. So sweet it is.My throat is a little scratchy. Cough cough.
And the curtain falls down on another week, and what a crazy one it’s been. No rest for the wicked, even though I may have been more foolish than wicked. It all started off simply with two of my friends birthday. Now my friend, Chris quite enjoyed his Buffalo Bill’s Eric Moulds jersey, because as he is always ever willing to remind you, Eric Moulds is the most powerful wide receiver there is. Our bowling team bowled solidifying our standing for the season (since it was the last week). Hello last place. How the mighty have fallen. A quick stop at Elvis impersonator, then move on to some dance club, and all I can think about is how I’ve been busier than most weekends for myself.
We said good-bye to Tim, who’s moving to Arizona to learn how to fly. You know, so that I can have a personal pilot for when I control the world. You need to have someone you can trust flying you all over the world, and that guy I trust. I would trust him with at least two of my babies. If I have babies that is.
My friend, Scott, joined me for this weekend. Main purpose was to attend a football game of the school I attended to for one year….the ever fearful DeKalb Illinois. Let’s go Huskies. I actually have no personal involvement with NIU. Scott has quite a lot invested with Iowa State though. So we saw NIU and ISU duke it out. Kevin make a fool of himself asking a girl to “do her tongue trick so that he can take a picture on his phone”. Scott then made it official and asked if I would be his best man. (he’s asked about four times all together but we both have been wasted beyond belief each and every time).
Luckily the sabbath came. My day of rest….of watching football. So I sat here still tired from the lack of sleep, amount of cigarettes smoked, amount of alcohol consumed, the loudness of my yells, and all the other things that come with having fun. So with a gracious smile, the last amount of energy I have, I wave good night to you all. Sleep well. And just a reminder – bowling party is this Tuesday. Enjoy.
Posted by fookayooka @ 10:46 PM CST [Link]
9-25-03
It’s strange. Not sure what to do. Not sure what is going on. Thoughts not helping, actually complicating things.
Looking at the odds, it is almost a guarantee that I’ll be robbed in 3 years if I move both times my lease is up. Why you ask? Well, I’ve been robbed yet again. I get a call from my roommate, but I’m unable to answer it. I get a call from my other roommate, unable to answer. Finally I get an e-mail telling me I have to call them. I call. My old apartment has been robbed. The one thing I have left there was taken. My DVD player (luckily one of my roommates has one so no worries for at least a year). I’m not quite as angry as I was the last time I was robbed. This time they left the frozen food. I appreciate that.
Posted by fookayooka @ 01:02 AM CST [Link]
9-17-03
You may have been wondering what I’ve been doing lately. Well, needless to say, I’ve been moving for the better part of the month. I’m now living with a graduate from culinary school. You know how sweet that is? Do you? Here is an example of how life with a cook is. I’m moving things, and I’m tired. Just finished my last box. My roommate goes, “There’s lunch on the stove if you want it.” Yeah I want it. I take a shower later that day. I get out, and my roommate goes, “Dinner’s ready. Come and get it.” How sweet is that?!
Quite
Other events in my life – 1. I have bowled a 195, new high. Didn’t even know I was bowling so well. The guy I was bowling against was in the 200 or something like that. I was just trying to keep up. 2. I’m officially terrible at fantasy football. So far (since I’m in too many dang leagues) I’m a total of 2-8. Things are not looking good for our hero. 3. Poker has begun again. One year to see all my winnings go to one person. 4. Football is upon us. Sundays are now much more busy, and if by busy I mean sitting on a couch, then yes, I’ve been busy.
And now we are getting serious. For a little over a year now I’ve been going down a terrible terrible slide, the slide of putting tar in to my lungs, or aka smoking. Now, I’ve never bought a pack, and I do a fairly decent job of trying to pay back at least the cigarettes that I bum, but I’m smoking too often. Before it used to be smoke when I drink, or smoke if I’m really really stressed (happens maybe once every two months). Now it’s just too often. So I’ve gathered a few friends who have made a pact. A gentlemen’s agreement. We are all putting down $100. First one who smokes gives up their money. Next guy who smokes gives up his. Winner takes all. I’m currently ranked at the top since I’ve never actually bought a pack. So if you want to put a side bet down, bet on me. Starts at the end of the month. Anyone else is more than welcomed to join.
Posted by fookayooka @ 03:02 PM CST [Link]
