My kind of exercise

So the real question is... how do I get a good amount of exercise without realizing it is exercise? Enter: soccer. Soccer allows for a great deal of enjoyment while getting decent exercise and not realizing it. Now how do I get someone to play soccer with me on a regular basis? Enter: Peterino. Peter and I have gotten some good hardcore juggling in lately. New problem: Peterino is sidelined temporarily due to a Shaq-like big toe injury. What to do now? Enter: the neighbor kids, Omar and Aubrey, ages 11 and 9, respectively. Omar will come to my apt and insist I play soccer with him until the sun goes down. Normally I join him and it is enjoyable. Omar likes to talk A LOT of trash and it can be entertaining sometimes, but we are now trying to convince him that girls don't like it when they're pushed around for no reason, which he only half believes. Aubrey seems to be a quick learner, altho she is tiny and so it is dangerous to dribble around her cuz i swear her head is about knee-height. So for those trying to get good exercise without putting yourself through the rigors of bland running: go talk to Omar, he'll show you how to play, and you'll leave with some new ways to talk trash.

Moving Escapades

So up until last Friday, I lived by myself. Now, within a month, I'll have two different roommates/housemates, plus two new dog friends. My friend Peter just moved into my apt for the time being, until he starts to fight wildfires. Then, at the beginning of May, I'll be moving into the basement of my friend Jeff's house. That's right, the basement, where everyone expects me to end up. Crazy moving ahead! So the real question is, how many friends out here do I have on the level where they will help me move? The true test is nigh! Oh, and as a side note, don't park in front of Levi's driveway. Have some respect.

How Sweet It Is!

The Spartans are in the Sweet Sixteen! I have been guaranteed a victory over Memphis, so lets hope that happens and Stanford wins so we don't have to play Texas in Houston. On the banks of the Red Cedar...

Student by week, Stranger by weekend

My life has an interesting dynamic. A duality if you will. During the week, there are people who I see and socialize with. During the weekends, I have a separate group of friends. It is a very strange phenomenon. I may not be recognized by either group outside of the designated social interaction times. An anomaly occurred last night, however. The groups mixed, albeit to a small extent. John met Maria's posse during a crazy metal performance at Liquid Joes. Many of the weekend friends there I don't know as well (one I had met that night by playing Rock Band at his house -- we rocked Metallica), and none of my guy posse was there, but this was a start. To illustrate the lack of week/weekend mixing, I have known John since August and Maria since September, and this was the first meeting. It is very strange. Perhaps a new era is dawning.

Hauntings? Hallucinations?

So in the past week, I have had some interesting wake-up calls. Usually it's my Superman-themed alarm clock that is low on batteries that may or may not decide to ring and wake me up. Luckily, my internal clock isn't too bad. My internal clock, however, doesn't usually wake me up at 5am on a Saturday and following Sunday. My neighbor, however, decided for some reason to play some Native American flute music at just those times last weekend. I woke up, and I couldn't decide if I was dreaming hallucinating, or being haunted (I'm reading a book on hauntings, so that didn't help). Once I put my ear to my neighbor's wall, I discovered the source. At least it was sooting once I knew it wasn't a spirit coming to reap my soul. My internal clock also doesn't account for natural events such as earthquakes. I awoke from a restless slumber to my bed shaking, and my mind immediately went to haunting, then to dreaming, then to hallucinating. Alas, twas only an earthquake! What new ways will I be roused from unconsciousness next week? Stay tuned...

Apology

In the previous post, I meant to say:

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Sorry for the confusion.

Dear Geocomp:

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Thank you.

Chaos

A small variation in how I do in graduate school could create vastly different outcomes later in life. That's the family trait known as the Springsteen Attractor.