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First personal post in the exciting world of the blogosphere. There. I said it. "Blogosphere." I can officially look in the mirror and say proudly I have not a modicum of self-worth left. And it only took 23 years.
I'll start with a little about last night:
My housemate (Craig, or "the black guy") and I went to a co-ed softball game. I was 0-1, and reached on an error because the second baseman was a girl. In the 3rd inning, I broke back on a flyball in leftfield, and thought I was in good position to make the play. The ball was knuckling a little bit, and I saw it start to dive. I fell over, bringing my "games in which Derek has fallen over in the outfield" tally to 2. Out of 4.
Or 50%. I'm mildly disappointed.
After the game we went to the bar, and I got all hammered. After the Pistons game (disasterous), I was in no mood to hang out and have fun, but when the Tigers rallied in the 8th inning to beat the hapless Royals, I decided I could muster up the guster to continue having fun. I played beer pong (did poorly, but maintained balance) most of the night, and slammed liquor with Craig.
Sadly, he made out with a random girl on the team, and the only girl interested in me or my beard was the girl I made out with two weeks ago. After conferring with Craig, we decided the language of our bet dictates that I would not receive additional points for visiting the same well twice.
So, the current score is 1-1. It looks like I'm heading for trouble, but I'm more than willing to sacrifice a little dignity to win this contest.
Today, Jeremy's mom yelled at me for smoking cigarettes in the house. I was, to say the least, very, very unhappy. Jeremy is pretty awesome guy to live with, though, so we worked things out. Nothing wrong with being buds.
Blogtastic!
I'll start with a little about last night:
My housemate (Craig, or "the black guy") and I went to a co-ed softball game. I was 0-1, and reached on an error because the second baseman was a girl. In the 3rd inning, I broke back on a flyball in leftfield, and thought I was in good position to make the play. The ball was knuckling a little bit, and I saw it start to dive. I fell over, bringing my "games in which Derek has fallen over in the outfield" tally to 2. Out of 4.
Or 50%. I'm mildly disappointed.
After the game we went to the bar, and I got all hammered. After the Pistons game (disasterous), I was in no mood to hang out and have fun, but when the Tigers rallied in the 8th inning to beat the hapless Royals, I decided I could muster up the guster to continue having fun. I played beer pong (did poorly, but maintained balance) most of the night, and slammed liquor with Craig.
Sadly, he made out with a random girl on the team, and the only girl interested in me or my beard was the girl I made out with two weeks ago. After conferring with Craig, we decided the language of our bet dictates that I would not receive additional points for visiting the same well twice.
So, the current score is 1-1. It looks like I'm heading for trouble, but I'm more than willing to sacrifice a little dignity to win this contest.
Today, Jeremy's mom yelled at me for smoking cigarettes in the house. I was, to say the least, very, very unhappy. Jeremy is pretty awesome guy to live with, though, so we worked things out. Nothing wrong with being buds.
Blogtastic!
posted by Derek at 8:20 PM
1 Comments:
If you keep this updated, you've got a loyal reader. If you don't, you've made a Samaria enemy, who will be waiting around every corner, prepared to do you harm. Also, I play piano/organ/guitar, for parties and gatherings.
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