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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
"Just don't need none of that Mad Max bullshit"
Nothing can ruin the celebratory cigarette of fixing your car. Well, nothing except for the diesel covering your hands from spewing out of your fuel injector nozzles and making you too scared to light that cigarette.
Bury Me With It - Modest Mouse
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Bury Me With It - Modest Mouse
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 10:28:00 PM |
"Pack up All My Cares and Woes, Feelin Low, Here I Go"
A couple of corrections:
Yes, I did forget about the kings game backfire. I was playing Kings with Brad, Clark and Hansen. Hansen got up to go to the bathroom and Brad suggested that we switch the Kings around so that Hansen would pick up the last one. We put two of the tree remaining Kings on top of the circle near us where we knew where they were, and the third under some of the cards in front of Hansen. Well, who would have guessed that Hansen would just never choose that card and Brad would end up with it on the last card of the game.
Also, I forgot to mention that before I got on the turnpike on a piece of road with a 17 mph speed limit, I stopped at a Kum 'n Go. And I did.
I think I was able to stay pretty much not sober for most of the break. Went out Tuesday night, then to Tulsa on Wednesday, Thursday I drank enough to sing at karoake, then Friday thru to Sunday morning was basically one long binge. I stopped drinking only to sleep. It wasn't my plan, but the car wouldn't start. So what else did I have to do? After I got home Sunday, I watched tv for a bit in my haze of permifrication, and went to try to find some glowplugs for the vehicle. I failed. Then I went to Sarkey's for about 6 hours to work on the presntation that I had not touched all weekend. After that I came home and worked on some other programming for a couple of hours, but finally gave into the sleep about 4:30 when the rain started to really come down.
Yesterday I went to my morning class, took my quiz then headed over to the computer lab to finish up the presentation. Good thing I went in early, because my group who decided to give me everything at pretty much the last minute (they were in there working on the stuff that I was writing a paper about with me on Sunday night) had quite a few suggestions to make the paper and powerpoint better. Oh, they must never fucking write papers, because they are fuckin retarded. Let's put a picture on the cover page of our paper that has nothing to do with our report what so ever.
Anyway, still no running car and now i will have to fix it in freezing rain.
After writing that last sentence I went to the kitchen for a glass of milk. There was none, but there was a twenty ounce cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper. It does not taste good.
Bye Bye Blackbird - Joe Cocker
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 8:06:00 AM |
Yes, I did forget about the kings game backfire. I was playing Kings with Brad, Clark and Hansen. Hansen got up to go to the bathroom and Brad suggested that we switch the Kings around so that Hansen would pick up the last one. We put two of the tree remaining Kings on top of the circle near us where we knew where they were, and the third under some of the cards in front of Hansen. Well, who would have guessed that Hansen would just never choose that card and Brad would end up with it on the last card of the game.
Also, I forgot to mention that before I got on the turnpike on a piece of road with a 17 mph speed limit, I stopped at a Kum 'n Go. And I did.
I think I was able to stay pretty much not sober for most of the break. Went out Tuesday night, then to Tulsa on Wednesday, Thursday I drank enough to sing at karoake, then Friday thru to Sunday morning was basically one long binge. I stopped drinking only to sleep. It wasn't my plan, but the car wouldn't start. So what else did I have to do? After I got home Sunday, I watched tv for a bit in my haze of permifrication, and went to try to find some glowplugs for the vehicle. I failed. Then I went to Sarkey's for about 6 hours to work on the presntation that I had not touched all weekend. After that I came home and worked on some other programming for a couple of hours, but finally gave into the sleep about 4:30 when the rain started to really come down.
Yesterday I went to my morning class, took my quiz then headed over to the computer lab to finish up the presentation. Good thing I went in early, because my group who decided to give me everything at pretty much the last minute (they were in there working on the stuff that I was writing a paper about with me on Sunday night) had quite a few suggestions to make the paper and powerpoint better. Oh, they must never fucking write papers, because they are fuckin retarded. Let's put a picture on the cover page of our paper that has nothing to do with our report what so ever.
"I think that would look cool next to our names." - Group Leader
Anyway, still no running car and now i will have to fix it in freezing rain.
After writing that last sentence I went to the kitchen for a glass of milk. There was none, but there was a twenty ounce cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper. It does not taste good.
Bye Bye Blackbird - Joe Cocker
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 8:06:00 AM |
Friday, November 26, 2004
"World drifts in, and the world's a stranger"
Been a busy week. Monday I had some class and then met with my group whose project is due next monday. I realized that this was going to be a lot harder than it should be when they all came to class in a short bus. We talked about how I needed them to finish their parts ASAP since I have to write the paper.
On Tuesday I had a morning class, then went to work, then went to another group meeting where I was told that only one person was done with their part. I said I would be back on Saturday to finish it up and the people who were not done acted like that would be a good time for them to come in and finish up their parts. Fuckin short buses. They just don't get that they have to be done in order for me to do my part. Oh yeah, their parts can only be done in the computer lab of Sarkey's, which is closed until at least Sunday. I have a key. Moving along. After leaving the group meeting at about 8:30 I realized I hadn't eaten all day, and Shep had just happened to call to tell me of free tacos at the watering hole. I made my way over and proceeded to put a few back and eat some free tacos. These were actually pretty good tacos, but they don't mix well with digestive processes
Wednesday I did nothing until the evening when Brad, Clark and I headed up to the Tulsa metro area and visited our long lost brother, Hansen. We left about 6 or so and headed that way. When we got there his whole family was there watching Shrek 2. The little ones were pretty much going nuts as seems to happens at family gatherings with lots of sugar. A few of the adults were looking for solace in the wine bottles, but there just wasn't enough to help. We got told a story about when one of the uncle's took his three nephews (by far the most insane trio of the little hellions ages from about 6-10 or so) to the lake and they were standing on the edge of a 15 foot cliff looking around. The middle-aged demon ran up and just pushed the oldest over the edge. The uncle dives in after him, because who knows how deep the water is. Well, the uncle and kid get back to the group and the middle child has been given a stern verbal warning and time out for ten minutes by the demons' mother. I don't believe in beating children, but sometimes a spanking can be deemed acceptable. After the family departed, we hit up the quick stop for a thirty stone and went back to the house to play some games. Hansen had his trip paid for by the high school he is working for, because he is donating some hockey equipment to them. His friend, Kyle, also came along for the trip and they were headed to the Chicago area the next morning to visit his family. Well, Brad had not drank beer in quantity in a while and they got to him a little quicker than the rest of us. He renamed Kyle to "The Man from the North," and gave him nearly every drink that he could give away. The old random comment Brad returned with a vengeance, and it was excellent. I left Sapulpa right about 2 A.M., after the beer had settled, stopped for gas, and still made it home at 3:45. I was very proud of myself.
Thursday was busy, three stops for Thanksgiving. First, the dad's family in Norman at 2 P.M. Then the mom's dad's place at 4 P.M. And finally mom's mom's after the others which lasted til 10:30 or so. After that, the bar. Good to see people on the holidays. Anyway, that turned out bad. I got pissed and yelled at some random people and I hear Shep did too. Anyway, I eventually got home and went to sleep. Being tired, alcohol, and too much time with family don't mix together well at all.
By the way, I can't actually root for the Irish, but I would love USC to lose.
Quattro (World Drifts In) - Calexico
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 1:17:00 PM |
On Tuesday I had a morning class, then went to work, then went to another group meeting where I was told that only one person was done with their part. I said I would be back on Saturday to finish it up and the people who were not done acted like that would be a good time for them to come in and finish up their parts. Fuckin short buses. They just don't get that they have to be done in order for me to do my part. Oh yeah, their parts can only be done in the computer lab of Sarkey's, which is closed until at least Sunday. I have a key. Moving along. After leaving the group meeting at about 8:30 I realized I hadn't eaten all day, and Shep had just happened to call to tell me of free tacos at the watering hole. I made my way over and proceeded to put a few back and eat some free tacos. These were actually pretty good tacos, but they don't mix well with digestive processes
Wednesday I did nothing until the evening when Brad, Clark and I headed up to the Tulsa metro area and visited our long lost brother, Hansen. We left about 6 or so and headed that way. When we got there his whole family was there watching Shrek 2. The little ones were pretty much going nuts as seems to happens at family gatherings with lots of sugar. A few of the adults were looking for solace in the wine bottles, but there just wasn't enough to help. We got told a story about when one of the uncle's took his three nephews (by far the most insane trio of the little hellions ages from about 6-10 or so) to the lake and they were standing on the edge of a 15 foot cliff looking around. The middle-aged demon ran up and just pushed the oldest over the edge. The uncle dives in after him, because who knows how deep the water is. Well, the uncle and kid get back to the group and the middle child has been given a stern verbal warning and time out for ten minutes by the demons' mother. I don't believe in beating children, but sometimes a spanking can be deemed acceptable. After the family departed, we hit up the quick stop for a thirty stone and went back to the house to play some games. Hansen had his trip paid for by the high school he is working for, because he is donating some hockey equipment to them. His friend, Kyle, also came along for the trip and they were headed to the Chicago area the next morning to visit his family. Well, Brad had not drank beer in quantity in a while and they got to him a little quicker than the rest of us. He renamed Kyle to "The Man from the North," and gave him nearly every drink that he could give away. The old random comment Brad returned with a vengeance, and it was excellent. I left Sapulpa right about 2 A.M., after the beer had settled, stopped for gas, and still made it home at 3:45. I was very proud of myself.
Thursday was busy, three stops for Thanksgiving. First, the dad's family in Norman at 2 P.M. Then the mom's dad's place at 4 P.M. And finally mom's mom's after the others which lasted til 10:30 or so. After that, the bar. Good to see people on the holidays. Anyway, that turned out bad. I got pissed and yelled at some random people and I hear Shep did too. Anyway, I eventually got home and went to sleep. Being tired, alcohol, and too much time with family don't mix together well at all.
By the way, I can't actually root for the Irish, but I would love USC to lose.
Quattro (World Drifts In) - Calexico
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 1:17:00 PM |
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Yeaaaayah!
Happy Birthday, Brandon. I hope that Hooters brought you all that you had hoped and dreamed.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 4:00:00 AM |
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 4:00:00 AM |
Thursday, November 18, 2004
"Is this why you wanted me? ... To watch as you walked away"
Looks like I get to write a report and create a presentation over Thanksgiving break. I don't exactly know how my group assigned me these tasks, but they did and I hope that they don't mind me completing them inebriated. I haven't gone out and had a night on the town in near three weeks now, I am pretty sure that I am going to be tipsy at minimum for most of the break. If you would like to know who the two friends fighting with their phallic wands in my dream were, just ask. I personally found it pretty funny once I got over the thought of what they were hitting each other with. Time to try and conjure up some more dreams.
Happy - The Wrens
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 1:58:00 AM |
Happy - The Wrens
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Monday, November 15, 2004
"No news, no new regrets"
Calexico - Sunken Waltz
That is the song that I was listening to when I started to write this post, not the song that is playing as you read this post.
So Freddy Tedesco has come and gone. He left my soul and his shampoo. OU is still number two in the BCS this week, but it doesn't look good over the next few weeks. The computers have us at number 1, but USC is gonna be the favorites in the human sector from here on out. I think we are screwed, oh well, I would rather spend my trip over the holidays to somewhere besides Miami, if I decide to leave this marvelous town.
I am working on getting my website up and running. I have nearly completed the music section, and the links are done. Those will be the only parts of the site that work, but it should be fun as I add many new and exciting subliminal messages to control your mind. To be added are the pictures, drawrings and message board sections, as well as putting some sketches to go with the dreams that I have posted on the blog. My music section will be a small dose of bands that I enjoy and some of my favorite recordings of each artist. There will be a complete list of every song I own, as well as suggested playlists most of which will fit onto an 80 minute CD. In the future I might look at creating a message board for comments and what not, but that will be after I move the page off of OU's webspace.
Well, since work and school have pretty much controlled my life for the last two weeks and I haven't had a night out at the bar(s) since Halloween weekend, I better get back to the homework so that I can make it out from underneath my rock sometime this week.
P.S. I saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind yesterday, I was impressed and enjoyed it thoroughly.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 9:44:00 PM |
That is the song that I was listening to when I started to write this post, not the song that is playing as you read this post.
So Freddy Tedesco has come and gone. He left my soul and his shampoo. OU is still number two in the BCS this week, but it doesn't look good over the next few weeks. The computers have us at number 1, but USC is gonna be the favorites in the human sector from here on out. I think we are screwed, oh well, I would rather spend my trip over the holidays to somewhere besides Miami, if I decide to leave this marvelous town.
I am working on getting my website up and running. I have nearly completed the music section, and the links are done. Those will be the only parts of the site that work, but it should be fun as I add many new and exciting subliminal messages to control your mind. To be added are the pictures, drawrings and message board sections, as well as putting some sketches to go with the dreams that I have posted on the blog. My music section will be a small dose of bands that I enjoy and some of my favorite recordings of each artist. There will be a complete list of every song I own, as well as suggested playlists most of which will fit onto an 80 minute CD. In the future I might look at creating a message board for comments and what not, but that will be after I move the page off of OU's webspace.
Well, since work and school have pretty much controlled my life for the last two weeks and I haven't had a night out at the bar(s) since Halloween weekend, I better get back to the homework so that I can make it out from underneath my rock sometime this week.
P.S. I saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind yesterday, I was impressed and enjoyed it thoroughly.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 9:44:00 PM |
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Fucked up family
I was driving down I-35 instead of sleeping last night, saw a truck in front of me with stickers on the rear window. They were all cursive or calligraphy or whatever and said:
Asbestos Mafia
What exactly would ya say that is really?
Instead of knee capping, they must just grind up old fireproof ceiling tiles and throw it at you. I just found it funny, enjoy the rest of your day.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 3:26:00 PM |
Asbestos Mafia
What exactly would ya say that is really?
Instead of knee capping, they must just grind up old fireproof ceiling tiles and throw it at you. I just found it funny, enjoy the rest of your day.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 3:26:00 PM |
Friday, November 12, 2004
Chalk another CraZy dream up for the Ceeph
So after I got home on Wednesday from class about 4 or so, I was feeling real tired, so I decided to take a nap on the couch. I didn't fall asleep til about 6, but slept there until one in the morning. That was one hell of a nap. I don't know if it was the strange place I was sleeping or what, but the dream that resulted was quite insane indeed. I wrote it down when I woke up from it, so that I could make sure that as many details are included as possible.
The Dream:
On the west side of Norman there is a convenience store called J. Botie's. In my dream, this small store was having a checkpoint/scavenger hunt race with a grand prize of ten grand. Well, a couple of people I know in real life and I decide to enter and grab our bikes (why not cars? we are all 24ish) and go to the starting line. The gun shoots and we were off, we were given a clue as to where to go and within five minutes we were the only three that even had a chance at getting first place. The clue led us into a wooded area, where we found what we were looking for, a dildo. We each grabbed our dildo and raced to the next point where we had to turn it in for another clue. Well, this cycle just kept repeating itself, with random (I didn't recognize them anyway) slutty looking girls showing up every once in a while and trying to coax the dildos from us. We did not fall for their tricks however. As the race went on and on we started to get tired and my two racing buddies began to fight each other using their dildos as weapons.
This turned out to be a big mistake, because it allowed me to pass them and take a commanding lead. Now I had the race won, all I had to do was get to the other J. Botie's (there is really only one) in downtown OKC, somewhere in Bricktown. I don't think I rode my bike to the city, I think I drove or took a cab. Anyway, I am running towards the store to claim my ten grand, and I find that I have to go through a restaurant to get to the store, there is just no possible way to get around it. Cafe Nebraska (hmm, we play them this weekend in football at home) is the only thing standing in the way of my ten thousand dollars. In my dream I had gone through the cafe hundreds of times to get to the store, but on this night it was impossible to find my way through the labyrinth. Every time I would enter, the halls would be different and I would be lost for what seemed like hours, only to end up escaping to the point from which I started. After several attempts, I woke up.
This one freaked me out pretty good, I didn't get back to sleep until about 5 in the morning. Oh yeah, Freddy Tadesco gets in tomorrow evening, so I guess we will find out if he plans to try and steal my soul or not.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 5:52:00 AM |
The Dream:
On the west side of Norman there is a convenience store called J. Botie's. In my dream, this small store was having a checkpoint/scavenger hunt race with a grand prize of ten grand. Well, a couple of people I know in real life and I decide to enter and grab our bikes (why not cars? we are all 24ish) and go to the starting line. The gun shoots and we were off, we were given a clue as to where to go and within five minutes we were the only three that even had a chance at getting first place. The clue led us into a wooded area, where we found what we were looking for, a dildo. We each grabbed our dildo and raced to the next point where we had to turn it in for another clue. Well, this cycle just kept repeating itself, with random (I didn't recognize them anyway) slutty looking girls showing up every once in a while and trying to coax the dildos from us. We did not fall for their tricks however. As the race went on and on we started to get tired and my two racing buddies began to fight each other using their dildos as weapons.
This turned out to be a big mistake, because it allowed me to pass them and take a commanding lead. Now I had the race won, all I had to do was get to the other J. Botie's (there is really only one) in downtown OKC, somewhere in Bricktown. I don't think I rode my bike to the city, I think I drove or took a cab. Anyway, I am running towards the store to claim my ten grand, and I find that I have to go through a restaurant to get to the store, there is just no possible way to get around it. Cafe Nebraska (hmm, we play them this weekend in football at home) is the only thing standing in the way of my ten thousand dollars. In my dream I had gone through the cafe hundreds of times to get to the store, but on this night it was impossible to find my way through the labyrinth. Every time I would enter, the halls would be different and I would be lost for what seemed like hours, only to end up escaping to the point from which I started. After several attempts, I woke up.
This one freaked me out pretty good, I didn't get back to sleep until about 5 in the morning. Oh yeah, Freddy Tadesco gets in tomorrow evening, so I guess we will find out if he plans to try and steal my soul or not.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 5:52:00 AM |
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Amateur Night at the Shrink's Office
A little background:
One of, if not, my dad's best friends from high school came to visit us from New Jersey over the summer. His name is Fred Tadesco, and every one calls him Freddy. He is a smaller guy, probably 5'7" 130 lbs. and about 55 years old, not a scary or intimidating figure. Well, he left his shampoo and conditioner in the guest shower when he departed and is now coming back to visit over the OU-Nebraska weekend. The shampoo that he left is some kind of Redken Headstrength, or something like that anyway. I assume that when he comes back he will take this shampoo with him. Since I use the shower that is shared with guests, I decided to see if it was so much better than the cheap stuff that I normally use to justify its high price. It was alright, but I stuck to my Suave.
The Dream:
Freddy Tadesco was leaving our house in the middle of the night, but I was awake to catch him in the act. He was trying to take the shampoo! This was no ordinary shampoo though, this shampoo and conditioner combo was really my soul. No clue as to how we both knew this, but he was being very sneaky and tried to make an escape from the house with my bottled soul in tow. Having been caught red-handed he knew that there was no explanation that would suffice, thus began the battle. "Freddy T., return my soul to the middle shelf in the shower, or face my wrath." He chose wrath, little did I know of the wrath that he also possessed. He may be small, but that just gives him speed and agility. He struck first by throwing something nearby at my head, but missing and hitting my leg (I don't know, that's just what happened). I studied his movements and dodged his attacks until I figured out his patterns, then attacked. I proceeded to pummel him with my flip flops (thong sandals, if you prefer), they happened to be the closet things to weapons that were nearby until he was wailing "UNCLE!" at the top of his lungs. When I let him get up and brush himself off, he acted like he was going to hand over the soul, but instead squirted it into my eyes, it stung. I screamed, "My soul burns, my soul burns!" right before waking up and wondering exactly what is wrong with me.
Please leave any insight you might have in the comments.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 6:02:00 AM |
One of, if not, my dad's best friends from high school came to visit us from New Jersey over the summer. His name is Fred Tadesco, and every one calls him Freddy. He is a smaller guy, probably 5'7" 130 lbs. and about 55 years old, not a scary or intimidating figure. Well, he left his shampoo and conditioner in the guest shower when he departed and is now coming back to visit over the OU-Nebraska weekend. The shampoo that he left is some kind of Redken Headstrength, or something like that anyway. I assume that when he comes back he will take this shampoo with him. Since I use the shower that is shared with guests, I decided to see if it was so much better than the cheap stuff that I normally use to justify its high price. It was alright, but I stuck to my Suave.
The Dream:
Freddy Tadesco was leaving our house in the middle of the night, but I was awake to catch him in the act. He was trying to take the shampoo! This was no ordinary shampoo though, this shampoo and conditioner combo was really my soul. No clue as to how we both knew this, but he was being very sneaky and tried to make an escape from the house with my bottled soul in tow. Having been caught red-handed he knew that there was no explanation that would suffice, thus began the battle. "Freddy T., return my soul to the middle shelf in the shower, or face my wrath." He chose wrath, little did I know of the wrath that he also possessed. He may be small, but that just gives him speed and agility. He struck first by throwing something nearby at my head, but missing and hitting my leg (I don't know, that's just what happened). I studied his movements and dodged his attacks until I figured out his patterns, then attacked. I proceeded to pummel him with my flip flops (thong sandals, if you prefer), they happened to be the closet things to weapons that were nearby until he was wailing "UNCLE!" at the top of his lungs. When I let him get up and brush himself off, he acted like he was going to hand over the soul, but instead squirted it into my eyes, it stung. I screamed, "My soul burns, my soul burns!" right before waking up and wondering exactly what is wrong with me.
Please leave any insight you might have in the comments.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 6:02:00 AM |
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
LOX, muthafucka!
The perfect song for this campaign. "No new taxes" and "No Draft" are just a bit too closely associated in this like father like son presidential drama. I just hope the guy or gal who is sitting next to me in our sand blasted Humvee voted for Bush, so that I can at least have someone nearby to blame and smack upside the head whenever I feel like it. I hope everyone who voted to bring the genius back into office is a ride or die bitch, 'cuz no matter who you are your family is gonna eligible to be drafted. Shit, I just hope if I get chosen to go I get to attack Canada, because the syrup just didn't taste right to Dubya the morning before.
Please feel free to name some of the promises he has kept in the past four years to prove that the promise of no draft will be held.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 3:47:00 AM |
Please feel free to name some of the promises he has kept in the past four years to prove that the promise of no draft will be held.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 3:47:00 AM |
Monday, November 01, 2004
All Hallow's Eve
Rollin round the hood in the big body Benz, with tchree dollas worf a gas, you know how we do. Oh yeah and add two people onto the hood of the car, because they care too much. Their life was on the line with me behind the wheel. More details about this and other saturday evening - sunday morning adventures should be found at the blogs of John and Miller. I did decide to stay until my liver was more in control of things and made it home somtime around 5:30, taking into account the time change.
The time change really freaked me out though, I hadn't heard anything about it, until I got into my car and found my phone clock, which auto updates, was an hour different than my car clock. Well, I decided to call someone to find out what the deal was and they explained that it was in fact fall back an hour weekend. I enjoy sleeping that extra hour, but this year it was used for soberation.
Friday was quite a bit more relaxed. I went to a house party, but not so much a small one. I showed up to the party in my costume garb and got some crazy looks. Sometimes a man with a two and a half foot lampshade will draw some attention. A couple of people wanted to get a picture with me and I am not one to turn a lady away, but it did get a little awkward.
My costume was a one night stand, so I wore the lampshade and a box with legs cut into it and drawers drawn on, with actual pulls on the drawers. On top of the box I put a bottle of Aleve and a condom. But anyway, it is hard to put your arms around a cardboard box so people were a little confused on how to go about it. One girl before taking her picture said, "I'm just gonna put my hand on your box." Well, my mind isn't the cleanest so I started to laugh, somebody said that was the last time he'll ever hear that, and the poor girl was embarrassed. I didn't really feel like drinking on Friday, so I just had a couple of rum and cokes, and made it home at a decent time.
Saturday morning I got up to watch the OU/OSU game and was thrilled that we won, but a little scared of the weaknesses we showed. However, there was something going on this last weekend in the land of college football with every major school in Florida losing, Michigan going to three overtimes and BAYLOR beating A&M. Pure insanity.
Sunday night, I headed up to the local watering hole and participated in a costume contest. I got second behind Duffman. This would have been way cooler if Duffman would have given me a Duff beer, but he did not, so he can sit and spin on a forty bottle.
Work and school will not be fun this week, but maybe the bad days will lead to some crazy dreams to remember and post for all to enjoy and interpret.
All in all a good weekend.
Linkage heaubeau's enlightment as of 1:36:00 AM |
The time change really freaked me out though, I hadn't heard anything about it, until I got into my car and found my phone clock, which auto updates, was an hour different than my car clock. Well, I decided to call someone to find out what the deal was and they explained that it was in fact fall back an hour weekend. I enjoy sleeping that extra hour, but this year it was used for soberation.
Friday was quite a bit more relaxed. I went to a house party, but not so much a small one. I showed up to the party in my costume garb and got some crazy looks. Sometimes a man with a two and a half foot lampshade will draw some attention. A couple of people wanted to get a picture with me and I am not one to turn a lady away, but it did get a little awkward.
My costume was a one night stand, so I wore the lampshade and a box with legs cut into it and drawers drawn on, with actual pulls on the drawers. On top of the box I put a bottle of Aleve and a condom. But anyway, it is hard to put your arms around a cardboard box so people were a little confused on how to go about it. One girl before taking her picture said, "I'm just gonna put my hand on your box." Well, my mind isn't the cleanest so I started to laugh, somebody said that was the last time he'll ever hear that, and the poor girl was embarrassed. I didn't really feel like drinking on Friday, so I just had a couple of rum and cokes, and made it home at a decent time.
Saturday morning I got up to watch the OU/OSU game and was thrilled that we won, but a little scared of the weaknesses we showed. However, there was something going on this last weekend in the land of college football with every major school in Florida losing, Michigan going to three overtimes and BAYLOR beating A&M. Pure insanity.
Sunday night, I headed up to the local watering hole and participated in a costume contest. I got second behind Duffman. This would have been way cooler if Duffman would have given me a Duff beer, but he did not, so he can sit and spin on a forty bottle.
Work and school will not be fun this week, but maybe the bad days will lead to some crazy dreams to remember and post for all to enjoy and interpret.
All in all a good weekend.
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