Running out of steam
I now realize it's been about a week since my last post. It's not that I have been neglecting my readers, it's that I'm not sure I have much to write about anymore. I could complain about the ridiculous bureaucracy I have to go through to get my bum foot looked at by a university-approved doctor, or I can discuss MASSIVE lack of motivation I have for studying one final year... But instead, I will talk about my alma mater's most-crushing football loss to a division 1-AA college over the weekend.
I will leave all parties nameless to protect the anonymity of the women and children who suited up in colors that may or may not have been black and gold. I am here to say that it's ok, you don't play college football to win or lose, you play for the snacks you get at the end of the game. I'm sure the coach, whose name rhymes with 'Fockins', brought in some nice orange wedges and punch. Maybe next week after his merry band of women and children loses to the obviously inferior instate rival, his team will have some oreos and caprisun waiting for those terrible titans of the gridiron.
I hate them for making me sad, and I'm sad because I hate them. It's a vicious cycle, really.
1 Comments:
Yeah, shit dude.
I think I'm just going to masturbate on Saturdays rather than watch any football. This is gonna be a hard year, might as well make the best of it. Get it, hard?
He said hard.
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