...so says my new shirt. I love it, and am not sure why. Maybe because I have a semi-witty comeback for people who challenge my Irish origin. No, don't think you get to hear it free, you too must confront me in order to experience my response. Oo, and plus I love it that much more because i made Galen yell it out his window today. Altho he cheated and will eventually have to pay the consequences. Somehow.
Today was spent mostly in pajamas. Once out of those, i graduated to jeans and a st. patty's day tshirt and headed outside for some sports and recreation. These included passing my football, pretending to paintball (by myself, with an unloaded, uncharged marker), and chipping wiffle balls with an 8 iron in the front yard. I forgot myself a couple of times and removed large strips of turf from the yard -- this is a bad thing because my mom's stress relief/pride and joy is our landscaping soooooo...hopefully noone notices. I tried to put it all back...This talk of golfing and wiffle balls makes me want to go to a thrift store to purchase some proper golfing attire. A ratty checker sweater, long flanel shorts, huge socks, and a beret with that little yarn ball on top ought to do the trick. Hmm, pipe or cigar? Hmmm...
I think I'm ready to go back to school. Break has thoroughly tuckered me out, and I think that's the sign it's time to go back -- when the break is wearing you out. A relentless, merciless routine would almost be nice for a change. If only that $66 library fine wasn't there waiting for me. :)
North Carolina won tonite. I'm that much closer, steve. That much closer.
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4 comments:
1.) You're not Irish. There is no contesting this assertion.
2.) Where's Tom Brocaw? I thought Dan Rather retired.
1.) That depends on if you want to kiss me. For you, of course I'm not. This isn't even my shirt.
2.) Tom Brokaw...I'll forgive your ignorance just this once. The greatest television news anchor of all time retired in december. Poo on dan rather.
Thank goodness Galen doesn't want to kiss you, but that is a completely different matter. After all, if Galen did want to kiss you (don't take offense Galen I am not trying to say anything about you as a person or question the fact that you are anything other then completely straight), would you be Irish then? Anyway, I wanted to say congrats on the GPA. That's awesome buddy. You do understand though that you won't catch me until possibly when I go to college...ANYTHING can happen at college, right? By the way,I really like the picture and would definitely like to see you in one of those golfer outfits. If you do decide to go for that whole look, definitely post it or mail a pic to me. ;)
ILLINOIS BABY!!!
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