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Mar. 9th, 2002 06:32 pmI had my first rugby practice today. I stretched out for the first time since high school. We did some drills, learned how to catch and throw, how to run down the field. It's all really confusing now. I hope it gets easier to understand.
I'm kinda sore now, but it feels good. I woke up at 3:30 and went straight to pratice. Today when I woke up, I blew the most hideous thing out of my nose. It was a huge booger. It was amazing actually, I'd have kept it if it was the thing to do. But it sure wasn't the thing to do, so I sadly threw it out.
Last night I had many dreams. They were all awesome. The two I remember the most were running away from Geneseo with Bob, Andy, and Matt. We made all this food. I remember stealing french toast from McDonalds. Then we went to Monroe Ave. We were driving in my car and we went to this Y where we thought we could spend the night or something. But we had to sneak in, so Bob had the idea of grappling into a window with a George Foreman grill. I talked him out of it.
The other dream I remember was having a robotic dog. We're not talking one of those shitty like Aibo things. We're talking like a huge, lifelike Doberman. It was my best friend. I remember getting it because my dad is allergic to dogs and my mom is scared of them. My mom disapproved, but not so much because after all, it was robotic. It only had one feature, and that was walking. You pressed a button and it would walk. So I made him walk to me and climb on top of me. Here's where the dream gets REALLY awesome. I fucked this robotic dog so hard in the ass that sparks flew out of it's ears.
Now that everyone has a journal, and everyone is so eager to write stuff, my friends page is full. When I wake up late, I read about everyone else's previous night. Then I share what happened with me. It seems as if weird dreams were had by all. Bill, Seth, and Andy all had weird ones.
None as awesome as mine though. I really fucked the shit out of that robotic Doberman.
I'm kinda sore now, but it feels good. I woke up at 3:30 and went straight to pratice. Today when I woke up, I blew the most hideous thing out of my nose. It was a huge booger. It was amazing actually, I'd have kept it if it was the thing to do. But it sure wasn't the thing to do, so I sadly threw it out.
Last night I had many dreams. They were all awesome. The two I remember the most were running away from Geneseo with Bob, Andy, and Matt. We made all this food. I remember stealing french toast from McDonalds. Then we went to Monroe Ave. We were driving in my car and we went to this Y where we thought we could spend the night or something. But we had to sneak in, so Bob had the idea of grappling into a window with a George Foreman grill. I talked him out of it.
The other dream I remember was having a robotic dog. We're not talking one of those shitty like Aibo things. We're talking like a huge, lifelike Doberman. It was my best friend. I remember getting it because my dad is allergic to dogs and my mom is scared of them. My mom disapproved, but not so much because after all, it was robotic. It only had one feature, and that was walking. You pressed a button and it would walk. So I made him walk to me and climb on top of me. Here's where the dream gets REALLY awesome. I fucked this robotic dog so hard in the ass that sparks flew out of it's ears.
Now that everyone has a journal, and everyone is so eager to write stuff, my friends page is full. When I wake up late, I read about everyone else's previous night. Then I share what happened with me. It seems as if weird dreams were had by all. Bill, Seth, and Andy all had weird ones.
None as awesome as mine though. I really fucked the shit out of that robotic Doberman.
