I played a bunch of underwater hockey this weekend. We headed up to East Lansing for hockey, partying and hangovers. Oddly, I did not have a hangover. I know I drank the beer and the jager, and I know I played the flip cup and the beirut, but I did not acquire the hangover. Maybe I have finally learned this business about 'pacing.'

Or maybe there was a girl and I had to go.

Hah, girls. As if they ever hit on me.

It was a good tourney though. We ended up coming in 5th out of 8 which isn't great but also not terrible. We learned and played better as the tourney wore on. Which is good. The next tournament is nationals in June. I am AMPED about that one. Should be rad, rad times.

This coming weekend is camping, partying and rocking out in the desert. Its a Coachella weekend for me. Helllooo giant rock fest. Helllooo dehydration. I expect wonderful things. And earaches from so much rocking. I. Can't. Wait.
- posted by Pat @ 7:52 PM

 
I am the creator of all that this world will ever know. I frequently exaggerate things.

I am noticing that my ability to stay awake is directly proportional to how much I have to do in a given day. The longer the list, the easier to stay awake. So a day like today means it is almost impossible for me to not get drowsy. I have no idea how to combat this as all exciting things happen on the weekend.

My ankle is beginning to cause me pain. It is somewhat unappreciative of me running everyday. I wonder if maybe the new shoes I got aren't so great after all. I don't really know much about shoes except what color(s) they are. My current shoes are, approx., the size of boats. Not sure if that matters. I do know that my feet aren't. And my feet don't have rudders.

I should have played video games today. The TV gets unplugged tomorrow so Kevin and I can finish pouring maple syrup on the floor. If I decide my current running shoes are the cause for ankle pains, I may end up using them to spread the syrup. It won't stop me from wearing the shoes, but they will smell good after that.

Or they will attract ants. For science, I feel I must do this now.

For science, I joined myspace. That's not true. I actually joined it for making music with Paul. Which is possibly the lest scientific thing ever. And I'm okay with it.

I haven't spoken to Koby in a while. I think we need to go drinking tomorrow (tues) or the day after (wed). I suppose Thursday would work as well, but I don't have to wake up at 6 am on Friday's, so there is considerably less fun in staying out late if its something I shouldn't be doing.

End of my ramblings, I suppose I will ramble more later. Possibly on a date that is in the past so it is hard to find. This way I can fill the backlog of empty days we have. Eventually, we here at PPDP Blogging Enterprises hope to do nothing specific. We set realistic goals.
- posted by Pat @ 5:07 PM

 
Dust it off, clean the corners, find a vacuum.

Pick up that last bit of paper that turns out to be a list of bets you made with a friend. I've had a lot of those in my life. Usually receipits, but this one was a flyer for a show.

Get back into baseball again. The white sox are giving me a rythm to life. I don't have a job, so its better then nothing.

Play video games I've had forever, but haven't had the time to get into. Get pissed off when I can't nail stuff down. Save game, come back tomorrow.

Start running again. Walter Flood, the roommate and I are going out tomorrow at 6 am. That is both awful and amazing. I think I may like getting up that early.

Or go crazy. Its gonna be every day.

Start really listening to music. I am not just putting it on to set a mood. I am putting on cds and enjoying most of it. Maybe I'll clean during the less interesting songs, but I sit down and stare at the wall for others. Reveling in the tunes.

Not worrying about much of anything.

Immediately after writing that, realizing that the things I have been worrying about weren't anything to do with me. I like that, maybe I am becoming less self-centered these days. Maybe that explains why I haven't felt the need to write here since I left.

Thinking I may be happy. Liking that.
- posted by Pat @ 9:39 PM