I have learned this weekend that I am the least nerdy of all my roommates. I don't own the special extended version of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, I'm not going to grad school, I don't spend my evenings shaving comatosed people (without regard to their facial nerves, I might add), and I didn't just set up a Yahoo group for all of us that have lived together. Ha, take that world.
Actually, Jodi, that is a good idea because it is very easy to lose touch with people. Nonetheless, it still required making fun of it.
On a totally different note, can you believe Palmeiro got suspended for violating baseball's steroid policy? The guy who wagged his finger at Congress saying he'd never used them. Either that was beautiful pageantry, or he got screwed by his supplement supplier.
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Nate--Looking over your latest EPIC response, I cannot seriously believe that you are the least nerdy of your bunch. You don't formulate thoughts and ideas like you have in the clubs getting crunk to 50 cent and Nelly.
I'm betting your being self-effacing so you there's not a palace coup for your coveted spot of King Geek.
Charles
I have a full time job; I can't be getting drunk on Monday nights :)
Clearly I must have another form of entertainment, and writing is a nice relaxing, low energy option. It is fun getting that sucker called epic, though. I wrote my freshman year research paper in English Composition the night before it was due. Our professor had the incredible niceness about her to actually grant our request to extend the due date until after Thanksgiving break. So I drove back from Kansas City Sunday night and typed away. About 8 in the morning I printed that baby off, grabbed about a half hour nap, and went to class. Yes that's right, I actually finished it early! If either Dr. Hampton or my high school college composition teacher knew that story, they would probably kill me. Mrs. Kurtz too, although she might find it amusing; I'll have to ask her some day.
I got an A, by the way.
Nate--There is nothing quite like pulling something out of your ass and having it work for you.
My freshman year of college I got sloshed at a pizza place during lunch, showed up to my American History class right smack in the middle of a mid-term that I had forgotten about. I messed up a few multiple choice questions but nailed my essays.
My prof. told me later he knew I was potted and was highly amused by the whole thing. He gave me an A even though I botched some off the multiple choice (i was seeing double anyway). Score one for bullshit and bloviating!
But another time I got hammered before a night class before I had a presentation to make and the professor kicked me out because I wasn't making any sense.
You win some, you lose some.
Charles
Nate--And steroids have killed my interest in baseball.
I go back to the Royals of George Brett, Freddie Patek, John Mayberry, and that guy that threw absolute smoke as a reliever. Can't remember his name though.
Raffy just lost his HOF bid. Dumbass.
You know I love comments like that! If you're legit you should know that I couldn't load your site. I have an iBook, so it's possible there is some conflict with Mac OS X, but I don't think that would be the issue.
If you're trying to sell me corvettes or magazines about corvettes or something, uh, you know, don't do that on people's blogs. I will sick Thor Testosticles on you.
Heh. My lab buddy one semester was rushing a frat (insert groan here) and often showed up to our honors org chem II class bleary-eyed and positively reeking of alcohol. Being a small class, the prof could obviously smell him, and fortunately found the entire semester experience amusing. Gave him an A, and the guy'd tell you he didn't know what he was writing most of the time, but it seemed to make more sense drunk than sober.
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