WAG - Could you define the term "copycat"?
After a busy weekend, with a hectic start of the week, I don't have much time to post tonight.
I have lots of things floating through my head including the impending California recall (including the soon to be filed lawsuits people have already drafted, but are waiting to fill in the blanks), the Syria-Israel blow-up occurring near the 30th anniversary of the Six Days war, not to mention that Tomorrow is the ONE YEAR anniversary, of this site.
Cakes, cash, or even signatures in the guest book will be appreciated.
But between now and then, I have a big test to study for and a few reading assignments remaining for the week.
In lieu of a long, rambling post – my preferred method – I’m taking an approach my sister took a week ago (with the title slightly altered to avoid lawsuits):
The Weekend in Bullet Points
* Staff weekend was a blast. Despite the great secrecy surrounding the extended absence of supervision, EVERYONE KNEW what was going on even before we spent 45 minutes in front of Cramer with bags pilled high.
* We had 3-hours of “freestyle” bowling at the Central Missouri State Student Union, where after the talented bowlers emerged, the rest of us started developing “creative” bowling techniques. From the “one legged bowler” (where one hops to the line), to “under enemy fire” (one calls out “cover me” before crawling on their stomach up the lane and rolling the ball down the lane), to “mind if I play through” (where the bowler “borrows” a neighbor’s lane and hurls a long, angling shot over the dividing barrier still aiming to knock over the pins in their original lane), we had fun.
* We had a multitude of games to choose from (twister, cards, etc), but the fiercest games of all arise when sides are pitched Y-Chromosomes versus X-Chromosomes in a Battle of the Sexes. For the records, the guys won both times.
* Truth or dare, when simplified to simply Truth, becomes more interesting when one can’t gracefully opt out of questions, and as the time gets closer to when we are supposed to get back up.
* Two hours of sleep are better than no hours, but not by much (especially when the time comes that you can hit the snooze no longer).
* Near the end of the tour, I was stopped by a girl who asked, “Where did you go to high school?” to which I answered Sullivan High School. From that information, she told me I was in the band – correct I answered, I was a drum major – correct as well – and that I went to a drum major summer camp in 2000 – correct. She informed me that she went to the same camp and that she thought she’d recognized me. I found out she had become the leader of the Music Learning Community at CMSU and I shared the trivial information I was just another member of Marching Mizzou – and happy with the lack of responsibility.
* One the way home, I was happy to be riding with the Hall Coordinator, because she actually slept the prior evening, which made my ride the safest one home as compared to the two other cars headed toward Columbia.
* Upon returning we were delighted to find the dorm had a few less flyers posted, and a few more discarded lengths of silly string in the hall, but HAD NOT burned down.
That’s it. Have a good evening. Keep an eye on the news, it’s bound to get interesting soon. Good night.
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