|More Rough Life
||[May. 23rd, 2002|10:39 pm]
After Red Robin & house searchin' I....|
Jumped on the trampoline. flippin' like a maniac.
Laid in the hammock.
Talked on the phone.
Read my book.
Worked a bit.
Wrote a bit.
Joined the gym with Nick.
Lifted, ran two miles. (weak)
Went in the hot tub.
2002-05-23 10:45 pm (UTC)
See previous line: Now, bored.
Have energy from being active today... need a mission or project.
2002-05-23 11:06 pm (UTC)
Learn ballroom dancing.
Then enter yourself into a ballroom dancing contest with your wacky but lovable transvestite roommate. Use the prize money to buy a fishing boat and sail it to Hawaii where you'll live on the beach carving coconuts to make them look like Richard Nixon. Then you'll sell the Nixon-nuts and become a rich Hawaiian warlord living six hundred years in rich opulence until the day a scorpion bites your toe and you die. The end.
2002-05-24 12:29 am (UTC)
Re: A suggestion.
That sounds nice.
When I'm bored, sometimes I listen to music... try to figure out EXACTLY what the singer was trying to get across... and once I've done that, sometimes I try for another interpretation... after the first one's solidified, though, so it forces my mind to work to redefine things it thought it knew...
Sometimes I get on AIM and turn my privacy setting off and see if anyone new and interesting decides to chat me up...
Sometimes I draw or paint...
Looking at your list, thinking...
Do you like to cook?
Oh, hi. *waves* Name's Emily. Been an LJ addict since January. Thought I'd see what the guy who started it all's LJ is like, and also stop by and thank/congratulate him for coming up with such a cool thing as LJ... if I'm allowed to. So, thanks, congrats, I love it...
And I hope it's okay I added you as a friend. In my book, you rock! :)
2002-05-24 07:06 am (UTC)
The frat two buildings down from us set up their trampoline on Monday. They had sorority girls jumping on it 24 hours a day, it was great. Then on Wednesday, I walked by and saw the saddest thing I've ever seen. The trampoline lay on the ground broken, no bouncing girls to be seen. I almost cried.
cripes brad, chill the hell out. you're making *me* tired!