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Warning: The entire blog is centered around (dah dah dah!) ME. It's self-serving, self-indulgent, and self-centered. Deal.

Monday, October 18, 2004

Ugh... It's been a long weekend. Basically, it started with Thursday night, when we went to the bar. We didn't really do much dancing -- which in my opinion is the entire reason for going to the bar -- and we left right at last call. Nevertheless, I didn't get to bed until around 1:00 am, and I got up promptly at 8:00 to go to class. I took excellent notes in physics and differential equations ('cause Shelly, who's an awfully cute redhead, was away on some sort of trip, and asked me if she could borrow my notes when she got back. Geez, I'm easy...), and went to Statistics to turn in my homework and take the quiz. The quiz sucked -- I got an 80 on it, but I really don't know what I did wrong. I've gotta start asking the guy... 'Cause I thought I understood this (if I didn't, I wouldn't make fun of the class like I do)... Hmm...

Friday night I went and ate sushi at Kyoto with Andy and Anna. Afterwards, they went to a movie, and I went home. Got up at 7:00 to go to College Station for a frisbee tournament, where we played four games in round-robin pool play, and I believe I was the single most unproductive player on offense for the team. I've decided to get more aggressive. When Justin calls for the disk on a turnover, I'm going to ignore him and pick it up myself, 'cause while he's got good throws, he also makes really stupid decisions, and smart play wins more games that a great arm.

Anywho, our last game on Saturday was over by 2:00 or so (four hours ahead of schedule, thanks to a conveniently-scheduled bye for the fifth round). I was all set to head over to Freebird's with the guys when I discovered I'd locked my keys in my trunk. So, we left my car in the parking lot and went to Freebird's anyway, after which Stryker and Joe took me back to my car and waited with me for the 45 minutes or so it took AAA to show up (which Joe was kind enough to provide for, seein' as how I don't have a AAA membership). That was really nice of them. Then I left for home, showered, and got all dressed up and went to the Harvest Moon Ball at Rice. I have to say, I was incredibly impressed. Those people are crazy good swing dancers! I was amazed. I honestly had a lot more fun watching than dancing, and I picked up a few new moves while I was at it.

I left the dance early to head home, 'cause I had to be back at A&M by 9:30 Sunday for the elimination rounds of the tournament... We went 2-4 overall, but thanks to the way pool play works we came in 6th. Once again, I was the least productive offensive member of the team, and I really wasn't doing a great job on defense. I think just being more aggressive will help out my offensive game, but I don't know what to do about defense. I think I'd benefit the most from just running more and conditioning myself.

Anywho, that's my weekend. Saw some good frisbee, and some really crappy frisbee (the guys from Corpus were terrible -- we beat 'em 13-0 -- but it was their first tournament, so I guess it's not too bad), saw some really awesome swing dancing, did some really crappy swing dancing (same excuse as for Corpus -- it was my first real dance (C: ), tried Freebird's for the first time (two thumbs up for the cayenne tortillas), and didn't get nearly enough sleep. So, I'm off.

2 Comments:

  • At 5:11 AM, Blogger esunasoul said…

    That one time at your party ya danced with me, that was cool. I've only danced with one other person in my life that could actually dance for real, and both of you get little stars in my brain for it, no matter what you think your skill level might actually be!
    May your frisbees fly far and your heels feel light. ^_^

     
  • At 4:33 PM, Blogger Jared Counts said…

    I know how you feel. I've had to work everyday since last Monday (the 11th), and my next day off is next Monday (the 25th). Even the weekends. It sucks. A lot. To die. In the rain. Like Hemmingway. Or to speak. In really short. Statements.

     

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