Under the Table and Dreaming

That was weird.

Last night I dreamt about hanging out with some person in a dorm room or something. However, I also remember thinking to myself that I didn't want to forget about some other dream I had, in which all I remember now is Burt going rollerblading with his dad (a short, fat Italiano looking man). I distinctly remember looking at his dad's rollerblades and thinking "Man, it is weird that they're going rollerblading. No one ever does that anymore."

The weird part about all this is that I don't know when I would have dreamt that I had this rollerblading dream. I don't remember waking up at any point last night, so I couldn't have had that dream earlier in the night.

This leads me to suspect that within the first dream, I was sleeping and dreamt about rollerblading, and then was woken up.

This may be the first time I have ever recursively-dreamt.

Pay For What You Get

I'm waiting in line to buy a bucket of balls at the driving range. There's a big dude in front of me also in line. I have some sort of song stuck in my head so I begin to whistle whilst I wait. Then, inexplicably, this big dude also decides to start whistling!

So now it's super awk because everyone knows (or should know) that two people cannot whistle simultaneously when within earshot of each other, because it just sounds awful. However, since this tard is apparently oblivious to this rule, I have to stop whistling, when it was my idea to begin with. Bah.

This Is Bob Barker Saying ...

Have your watermelon spayed or neutered.

JUST SAY NO to seeded watermelon.

I'm In Love With A Stripper

Strip clubs are weird.

I don't foresee myself going to a strip club ever in my lifetime.

Maybe just once to celebrate Thanksgiving.

This post was not well thought out.

I Wanna Be a Rock Star

Drums are super bad-ass, and since high school it's been the one instrument I've always wanted to learn but never was able to do, since I lived in an apartment at the time. Also, knowing how to play the drums is impractical outside of actually being in a band, compared to playing guitar, piano, etc.

However, the thought of being to coordinate and use all four of my limbs independently from, and yet in concert with, each other has always blown my mind-grapes.

Thus, one goal of mine for the upcoming school year is to rock out in the jam room and learn the drums.

And Don't Forget the Fries

The new summer line of McDonald's commercials are absurd.

Hipster crackhead holding up a Southern Style Chicken Biscuit sangwich saying "Let's hear it for non-conformity!" I don't even know what to say about this.

Agh. This is blowing my mind-grapes.

And making me hungry.

That Kid Just Hit It Farther Than Me

I've been going to the driving range a lot lately. Several times a week, in fact. It's weird that I don't know what the verb is to describe "going to the driving range" succinctly. "Driving" usually refers to operating an automobile, and "golfing" usually refers to playing 9-hole/18-hole.

In any case, I think I'm getting pretty decent at hitting the ball straight and far with the irons, after two summers of struggling massively. The woods still boggle my mind. It's gotten to the point now where I can drive 80%+ of my 3-irons straight for 200+ yards, which is encouraging; however, I probably hit 30%- of my 1-woods for about the same distance. That is dumb.

Also, putting is impos. Seems like people should be way more concerned about being able to putt, rather than being able to drive, since approx half of your strokes are from the putting green. Or at least that's what it seems like, since I 2- or 3-putt every hole.

Also, I think I will try to become good at golf without taking any lessons at all. Long-term, this is probably a bad decision, but I think it's way more interesting to figure it out on my own.

I will def try to go golfing a lot in this, the year of my seniority.