Disclaimer: I can't spell. I have horrible grammar. I still get better grades on papers than you do.
Good news and bad news. Bad news is...season is over. Good news is...season is over. So strange now that I don't have lacrosse to complain about. Even more strange that the next time I play with this team we'll be playing with a new group of freshmen. The 7 senoirs who've I've spent the last three seasons with are all leaving. This is just weird, since they practically define DWL to me and to much of my team. They'll be missed.
I suppose I could read my last post to pick up where my weekends left off but I'm far to lazy and even more technologically incompetent. The rents came last weekend to see me play some lacrosse...15 minutes into the game it started to storm. Great, my rents got to see 15 min of me playing lacrosse and I got a mid week make-up game to play. The rents were hilarious as usual. When they weren't argueing about drinks or nagging me about grades or lacrosse they were making totally inappropriate but completely hilarious jokes. It's hard to determine how I came out so normal. We went out to dinner and on the way home and I got my dad to take his first trip through the brew through. As we were slowly creeping through my mother began saying "We're going to get pulled over David, get the hell outta here." My dad was just in awe of the mountains of beer surrounding him. He bought me two cases. aw yeah diddy. One of the cases was of Stella Artois, great beer. My mom thought it would be a good idea to buy a nice case of beer bc in case the cops decided to pull us over they wouldnt be able to tell who the beer was for without some thorough detective work. That sort of genius comes from 20 years in the public defenders office. That rest of the night was mediocre at best.
We had a tues and wens game the following week. This would have been totally fine if my 8pg paper was due that thurs like it assumed it was. Taryn, the god send that she is, reminding me on monday that the paper for our class was not due that thurs but rather that tues. Great, I have an 8 page paper to write and I don't even know what topic to choose. After lacrosse I started my paper...and finished it at 8 am the next morning. It was 10 pgs of bullshit that sounds pretty and hopefully made sense. I would have been done at 4 that morning but after I printed out the rough draft I Xed out of the computer one and didn't save it. So, after correcting my rough draft and going to the comp to make some quick revisions I realized that it was no longer on the screen and I could not find it anywhere on the computer. That was awesome because then I got to retype the entire 10 pages that I had just pulled together over the last 8 hours. awesome. so awesome.
The game on tues was like an out of body experience. I was moving in slow motion but everyone else was not. I managed to double my turnovers for the season in that one game. go me.
Wens game was only slightly better.
Though both games were a win so I don't feel as bad about it.
Wens, instead of going out like I usually do, I got to watch the wire in Sean's room for roughly three hours. Yep, on 4/20, I watched the Wire season 2 in KW tower A for 3 hours. just to clarify.
This past sat we had senior day and played f and m. I wore powerbuns. We lost....end of season. Weird. Whats the first thing I do? pop open a beer start my laundry and wait for the night to unfold. Stevie May and Juliani came over and we hung out in the bathroom for a while (seasons over, no rules apply, please use context clues) after that Stevie and Juliani went to formal while May spent 15 min making fun of me because I couldn't stop laughing. I fell asleep 30 min later and woke up at midnight. drank a few beers with the roomies tried for a second push to go out then passed out again. Great sat night.
Easter Sunday! the first easter sunday I wasn't too hungover to attend the Clarks Easter Egg Hunt. Though my poor performance in the hunt was a bit shameful I do have rookie status on my side.
Spring Time in Carlisle for Dickinson.
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