Today's status: decent.
Class kind of sucked a lot. Regardless, I saw a total of four Detroit Tiger's hats today--so that bumped it back up after a lackluster time in class. I'm glad to see that more people were thinking about baseball than just me.
They Might Be Giants were definitely cool. A good set of guys--someone took the promo out of my mailbox though and that's kind of [definitely] uncool. oh well. They played the two songs I wanted to hear [Partical Man and Constantinople]. At one part of the performance, they had people clapping. Then stomping. Then jumping. Apparently everyone was really into it and no one was as afraid as the staff were--since we know the floor is made of cardboard boxes and were afraid that we would fall through the floor. It was definitely an experience seeing the info desk bobbing like that.
Afterward, we headed over to Cottage Inn where we ran into the They Might Be Giants crowd. We said our hellos, then had a good time pigging out on bread and pizza. Not to mention buttloads of soda.
Beyond all this, the highlight was most definitely when Brad got me to go work out. Who would have thought I'd leave the comfort of my home, pass up watching a movie with the roomies, just so that I could jump on a machine for an hour plus? Yeah, that's right. Not a damn one of us. But I did do it. And the workout was sponsored by Janet and Michael--for the most part. There were some guest appearances by Liz Phair with Fuck or Run, a song that takes me back to the high school days when Exile in Guyville rarely left my cd player.
I know this much is true [which is also a good book--by Wally Lamb, his second novel. You should read it]: work outs are made so much better by all the nicely toned males lifting in front of you while you're going at it on the elliptical.
Class kind of sucked a lot. Regardless, I saw a total of four Detroit Tiger's hats today--so that bumped it back up after a lackluster time in class. I'm glad to see that more people were thinking about baseball than just me.
They Might Be Giants were definitely cool. A good set of guys--someone took the promo out of my mailbox though and that's kind of [definitely] uncool. oh well. They played the two songs I wanted to hear [Partical Man and Constantinople]. At one part of the performance, they had people clapping. Then stomping. Then jumping. Apparently everyone was really into it and no one was as afraid as the staff were--since we know the floor is made of cardboard boxes and were afraid that we would fall through the floor. It was definitely an experience seeing the info desk bobbing like that.
Afterward, we headed over to Cottage Inn where we ran into the They Might Be Giants crowd. We said our hellos, then had a good time pigging out on bread and pizza. Not to mention buttloads of soda.
Beyond all this, the highlight was most definitely when Brad got me to go work out. Who would have thought I'd leave the comfort of my home, pass up watching a movie with the roomies, just so that I could jump on a machine for an hour plus? Yeah, that's right. Not a damn one of us. But I did do it. And the workout was sponsored by Janet and Michael--for the most part. There were some guest appearances by Liz Phair with Fuck or Run, a song that takes me back to the high school days when Exile in Guyville rarely left my cd player.
I know this much is true [which is also a good book--by Wally Lamb, his second novel. You should read it]: work outs are made so much better by all the nicely toned males lifting in front of you while you're going at it on the elliptical.
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