Since I have no creative writing classes to enjoy, I figured that I would never ever write again. I was wrong. The other day I was invited to join a very elite writing group started by a few of the most accomplished young writers at the University. So I of course decided to join. I don't think of myself as a true writer, but apparently I impressed enough poets to warrent this. Maybe I can get one of my jokes published.
Ben, my rock and roll all-star roommate, hasn't been around lately because we got a new female neighbor. Her name is Christiane (Chris-Sean). She is a 30 year old Gothic skater who has a CROSS TATTOOED ON HER FOREHEAD. She likes to tell people how she rolls and enjoys engaging in unusual conversations, which strikes me well as I love crazy people, mostly because I'm narcisistic. She has 3 cats, which is great because when I can go play with them whenever I want to. I'm sure they will get sick of me. The cats, not the neighbor and Ben.
It's ok that Ben hasn't been around lately because I have been sick since friday. I got this stupid flu shot when I was in Omaha after my surgery (shoulder is doing ok, thanks for asking) and ever since I got it I have had the vomit shit yourself flu and now the upper-resperatory flu. This invovles not only fevers, lightheadedness and hocking up snot like a mofo, but slight vision splits and lack of ability to read and do homework. Having class on only tuesdays and thursdays hasn't worked out as well as I wish it would, mostly because it seems I that it snows the most on tuesdays.
I wish I wrote down my blog ideas because I had like 5 more that I come up with at times when I don't have the capabilities to do that. Maybe I should carry a note pad with me at all times, like people who are in a writing group.
So the Hornets just won a huge double overtime game against the Suns, and I believe if they aren't in first place they are a half percent away. It is weird that I have a true rooting interest after football season is over, but I do in the Hornets. I predict a championship, and I will wear my Charlotte Hornets hat tommorow in class. Instead of watching that game, I watched UNC lose to fucking Dook. Dook made like every fucking three pointer they put up and tried to give people AIDS. They are lucky Lawson was out. Naimul, I love you.
Love, Rob
P.S. 2 songs into the new Mars Volta cd I am pleased.
P.P.S. Song #7 rocks hard.
Posted by rob at February 6, 2008 10:29 PMIf you wanna rock with the l33test husker writings you should hang out with Karl Spurzem. your mama is so naked I bought her a t-shirt. you do a good mr. woodchuck impression. "is that made of. . .wooooood?"
Posted by: Joel at February 6, 2008 7:50 PMYou make me smile Rob.
It may just be because I personally know these people you speak of, or because you are a funny guy..
I'm going with the first option.
;-)
Meow
Posted by: Jessica at February 6, 2008 10:30 PMWhat a BAD game. No Lawson, no Bobby Fraiser...having to rely on Q!?!?! Our third string point guard. What it meant was that Ellington and Danny Green forgot how to shoot because they didn't have their man. And for many long stretches, people forgot that Dook had no one who could possibly defend against Hansboro and even though he scored 28 points I imagine he might have been in the 40's if we had passed to him more often. Then the missed threes, the bad defense at the beginning, ugh. Sad day at Carolina. I love you too.
Posted by: Naimul at February 7, 2008 12:51 PMRight, Right, Right. That's how i roll. Tell me more. Right, Right, Right. That's so how i roll.
Posted by: Chelsey at February 7, 2008 10:16 PM