Monday, February 25, 2002
wank wank wank, poop poop wank, poop adooop....
i need a nap. during my lunch break i was having trouble keeping my eyes open. i need a little break from thinking, i think. i'm going to try and turn my brain off for the next few days. one of my friends online, sparks, mentioned something about me brainwashing myself. for some reason this set me off on a whole new thought process. i didn't really sleep much last night, and i am still confused as to the implications of being able to brainwash yourself. if you brainwash yourself, does it actually turn into reality? i mean, the only people involved are you and yourself, so if both of you agree with what you are doing, shouldn't that make it be true or whatever? oh well
bryan, german ben, bryans sister moleeeesahhh (as bryan refers to her as) and i went frisbee golfing on campus on friday. it was pretty fun. i got considerably worse as the day went on for some reason. at one point we decided that our next hole should go through the hub. i managed to hit the door where the security guy sits. some old dude came running out, staring at us with shock and rage all over his face. then bryan managed to nail one of those poster things they have on the easels. the guy didn't know what to say. the actual security guard came out, and we were like, sorry sorry, we're out of here. the security guard was hilarious. he's like, oh, you guys are playing frisbee golf? and we were like yeah, we're on our way back out now after a quick hole in here. and he was like oh, ok, have fun!!! he then proceeded to explain to the other mad old dude that we were just playing through, and that the hub was just like a sand trap to us. the guy looked like he was about to poop himself. so we left, and continued our game. no one managed to actually hit anyone, although there were so close calls with all the people around. sorority girls can be especially stupid when it comes to playing frisbee golf. they kind of just wander past you, all in this big blob of a group, pinballing back and forth on the sidewalk. at one point, a bunch of them were right in front of me impeding my shot, and ben came up to me and said "ok, 10 points for ass, 25 points for boobs" and we both started cracking up. we always managed to swing it right over their head, or right around them though. when they saw the frisbee go past them. they kind of stopped, looked around stupidly, and then kept going, until the next one went past, and they repeated the whole thing. it was a good time though.
i'm turning off my head, now.......
i need a nap. during my lunch break i was having trouble keeping my eyes open. i need a little break from thinking, i think. i'm going to try and turn my brain off for the next few days. one of my friends online, sparks, mentioned something about me brainwashing myself. for some reason this set me off on a whole new thought process. i didn't really sleep much last night, and i am still confused as to the implications of being able to brainwash yourself. if you brainwash yourself, does it actually turn into reality? i mean, the only people involved are you and yourself, so if both of you agree with what you are doing, shouldn't that make it be true or whatever? oh well
bryan, german ben, bryans sister moleeeesahhh (as bryan refers to her as) and i went frisbee golfing on campus on friday. it was pretty fun. i got considerably worse as the day went on for some reason. at one point we decided that our next hole should go through the hub. i managed to hit the door where the security guy sits. some old dude came running out, staring at us with shock and rage all over his face. then bryan managed to nail one of those poster things they have on the easels. the guy didn't know what to say. the actual security guard came out, and we were like, sorry sorry, we're out of here. the security guard was hilarious. he's like, oh, you guys are playing frisbee golf? and we were like yeah, we're on our way back out now after a quick hole in here. and he was like oh, ok, have fun!!! he then proceeded to explain to the other mad old dude that we were just playing through, and that the hub was just like a sand trap to us. the guy looked like he was about to poop himself. so we left, and continued our game. no one managed to actually hit anyone, although there were so close calls with all the people around. sorority girls can be especially stupid when it comes to playing frisbee golf. they kind of just wander past you, all in this big blob of a group, pinballing back and forth on the sidewalk. at one point, a bunch of them were right in front of me impeding my shot, and ben came up to me and said "ok, 10 points for ass, 25 points for boobs" and we both started cracking up. we always managed to swing it right over their head, or right around them though. when they saw the frisbee go past them. they kind of stopped, looked around stupidly, and then kept going, until the next one went past, and they repeated the whole thing. it was a good time though.
i'm turning off my head, now.......
