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So, I finally come back here from a visit back home, and the first thing I do straight up is lose competitive Frisbee competition.  I was lured in on the quad by some guys who claimed it was “just good fun.”  You know how strange it is to lose at Frisbee? Because I do. And that, my dudes and dudettes, everything in between, because it is a painful thing indeed.  It’s a humiliation that won’t die. 

There’s a dude wandering around with a full-sized dart board attached to his backpack and another dude following him asking people if they wanna throw a dart for five dollars. They’re completely sober and both wearing helmets, so, that’s something. This school is weird as hell. 

Do you think those really clever engineer guys, or software developers, or just generally smart people could figure out a way to turn off the sun? Because my blinds aren’t doing the job and I have a hangover that only darkness can cure. How’s everyone else holding up after the New Year’s Eve celebrations?

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I really appreciate Florida leaning into its rep for being the epicenter of weird shit ‘cause I’ve seen so many kiosks selling ‘Florida Man’ t-shirts. Forget Disney trinkets, now I’m making it my mission to find the worst Sunshine State souvenir possible. The cheesier, the better.

Apparently writing in an essay that it’s total bullshit is grounds for coach to run me into the ground. Had to be at the fifty yard line this morning at six. So much for freedom of speech and a lazy Saturday.

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It’s been quite a week. And I’m stuck awake at this hour unable to sleep for one reason or another. I don’t think my sleeping habits took this much of a hit last year. Then again, I could have blocked it all out.