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everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.--leo tolstoy
9.30.2002
boo yah!
the vikings anger me greatly
48-23 against the previously winless seattle seahawks.
this is the choice quote from last night's game--just before the second half started: "if you're just joining us now, the game summary is pretty easy. the seattle won the toss and elected to kick the living bejesus out of the minnesota vikings."
will my woe ever end?
just four years ago the vikings went 15-1 and made it to the NFC championship game. where is that team now? woe is me.
i guess i'll have to start cheering for the san diego chargers...
48-23 against the previously winless seattle seahawks.
this is the choice quote from last night's game--just before the second half started: "if you're just joining us now, the game summary is pretty easy. the seattle won the toss and elected to kick the living bejesus out of the minnesota vikings."
will my woe ever end?
just four years ago the vikings went 15-1 and made it to the NFC championship game. where is that team now? woe is me.
i guess i'll have to start cheering for the san diego chargers...
9.27.2002
on cleaning and other things normal people do
so i cleaned up my part of the quad and the common area and the porch. i know, i know. you're sitting there thinking, "this is chris reger's blog, right? i didn't happen to stumble on some other reger, did i?" i quite assure you this is the reger, and i did actually clean things up. this is what spurred me on:
clothes on the floor: you know you're out of clean clothes for tonight, right?
me: shit.
clothes on the floor: too bad you're too lazy to actually pick us up and wash us.
me: oh, you're dead now, mother fucker.
so i did the laundry, but then something else happened:
garbage on the porch: ha, it's a good thing it's raining out, he'll never come out here and clean us up. i can't wait for those moldy limes to evolve enough to attain consciousness, i'm getting bored out here.
me: i heard you! you think water's going to stop me? you know as well as anyone, i need a shower.
the porch was decimated. it was a bloody, bloody battle. it took all the courage i could muster to fight through all the way and get everything off the porch.
as i stumbled back inside to regroup from my narrow victory, i saw the quad table. and i wept. here was something that was beyond horrific. something that no man should see. i knew it was either the table or me. i grabbed another garbage bag and went at it:
me: alright, table, you're covered in garbage, old food, butts and half empty beer cans. underneath you have chinese take out containers and pizza boxes and plenty of dirty dishes. it's time to cleanse this so-called soul you have.
the table: if i could laugh, i would right now. but since i physically lack a mouth, in fact, i don't even know how i'm talking to you right now, but i digress. since i can't laugh, i'll tell you that there is no way that you will be able to actually clean me off. each dirty dish, each butt, each empty subway cup, each box of chinese food makes me stronger. right now, i could rival even God Himself!
me: well, since you lack any sort of locomotion and i have opposable thumbs, i think it will be quite easy to pick all this stuff up and throw it away.
the table: shit.
so the quad is clean and all is right with the world.
so i cleaned up my part of the quad and the common area and the porch. i know, i know. you're sitting there thinking, "this is chris reger's blog, right? i didn't happen to stumble on some other reger, did i?" i quite assure you this is the reger, and i did actually clean things up. this is what spurred me on:
clothes on the floor: you know you're out of clean clothes for tonight, right?
me: shit.
clothes on the floor: too bad you're too lazy to actually pick us up and wash us.
me: oh, you're dead now, mother fucker.
so i did the laundry, but then something else happened:
garbage on the porch: ha, it's a good thing it's raining out, he'll never come out here and clean us up. i can't wait for those moldy limes to evolve enough to attain consciousness, i'm getting bored out here.
me: i heard you! you think water's going to stop me? you know as well as anyone, i need a shower.
the porch was decimated. it was a bloody, bloody battle. it took all the courage i could muster to fight through all the way and get everything off the porch.
as i stumbled back inside to regroup from my narrow victory, i saw the quad table. and i wept. here was something that was beyond horrific. something that no man should see. i knew it was either the table or me. i grabbed another garbage bag and went at it:
me: alright, table, you're covered in garbage, old food, butts and half empty beer cans. underneath you have chinese take out containers and pizza boxes and plenty of dirty dishes. it's time to cleanse this so-called soul you have.
the table: if i could laugh, i would right now. but since i physically lack a mouth, in fact, i don't even know how i'm talking to you right now, but i digress. since i can't laugh, i'll tell you that there is no way that you will be able to actually clean me off. each dirty dish, each butt, each empty subway cup, each box of chinese food makes me stronger. right now, i could rival even God Himself!
me: well, since you lack any sort of locomotion and i have opposable thumbs, i think it will be quite easy to pick all this stuff up and throw it away.
the table: shit.
so the quad is clean and all is right with the world.
another week lost to laziness and procrastination
well, not really lost. i know where it went. it was sucked out by the couch. the blue couch. the comfy, comfy blue couch. someday i might be able to resist it's seductive charm. but until i get the will-power; i will forever be a slave to it's nap-forcing ways.
so i stole jon abad's idea to use the names of people instead of the titles of their blogs. bring on the intellectual property war!
why can't you just get a shot that imparts all the knowledge you need for a certain career? you just drop a few grand on it, and bam! you're an electrical engineer. you don't like it, you just order up another shot and bam! you're a food historian. i would like that. i just feel that i've gone too far to change my college path, but i don't think i want to be a scientist anymore. what i do want is still a large mystery to me. actually, scratch that. i know exactly what i want. $10 million. then i could just mooch myself all day everyday. i need to win publisher's clearinghouse.
well, not really lost. i know where it went. it was sucked out by the couch. the blue couch. the comfy, comfy blue couch. someday i might be able to resist it's seductive charm. but until i get the will-power; i will forever be a slave to it's nap-forcing ways.
so i stole jon abad's idea to use the names of people instead of the titles of their blogs. bring on the intellectual property war!
why can't you just get a shot that imparts all the knowledge you need for a certain career? you just drop a few grand on it, and bam! you're an electrical engineer. you don't like it, you just order up another shot and bam! you're a food historian. i would like that. i just feel that i've gone too far to change my college path, but i don't think i want to be a scientist anymore. what i do want is still a large mystery to me. actually, scratch that. i know exactly what i want. $10 million. then i could just mooch myself all day everyday. i need to win publisher's clearinghouse.
9.25.2002
one month of bliss
that's right kiddies, reger has had a girlfriend for a month now. and it's been one of the best months i've had :)
of course, i just read her blog and she thought i had forgotten about it. i'm not that big of an idiot ;)
i do my best thinking in the shower. i love showers. standing there in the hot water getting all so fresh and so clean is just a centering experience for me. i could spend a whole hour in a shower and do nothing but stand there and think. that's why i usually average 25 minutes for my showers. and showering in a freshly cleaned shower is an excellent way to shower. i just need a waterproof internet connection in the shower so i can blog there. i come up with some beauties when i'm in the shower. some of my finest outrageous ideas and phrases of soul-shattering prose come when i'm all nekkid letting the water pour over my glistening body and reveling in the steam that makes the air just as warm as the blood coursing through my rejuvinated veins. (i'm turning you on, aren't i?)
homecoming was a great experience again this past saturday. i met the elusive elisa baker. we used to be these two people that were just aware of the other. we had mutual people that we knew, but the 1st degree connection had not existed until then. i saw her walking across the quad, and i was like, "is that her? is that theelisa baker? by God, it is!" and i run over and introduce myself. it was surreal. i like that word. surreal. surreal. say it with me: surreal.
ok. i had a bit of a panic this morning. i went to go fill the valore up with gas at hofo's. i put my card in the little slot and !BAM! "sale denied". i wasn't smiling. so i tried again. "sale denied". i try again this time pushing "debit/atm" instead of "credit." !BAM! "sale denied". this is when slight panic is setting in. i'm not very good with money. in fact, i suck at managing it. as in, i can't. so i was thinking, hmmm. way to go chris, you've spent all your money and you don't get paid for another week and a half. and you have bills to pay. way to go, ass. so i go inside and pay for the gas with cash. then on my lunch break, i'm like i need to check out how much money i do have. so i go to the atm that is on the way to wendy's (God bless that restaurant). i put in the card. choose english as my preferred language and put in my pin. i choose account balances and say a little prayer. SCORE! i have money. i am not completely broke. woohoo.
you know who John Scherer is. he's the video professor. you know the commercials. how to learn the computer and programs fast and easy. he's so confident that his programs work that he'll send you first one free! (you pay $6.95 S&H). and then you can buy other ones, blah blah blah. what kills me about those commercials is when he says people come up to him on the street and thank him for making the computer so easy to understand. i don't know about you, but if i saw this guy on the street, i'm not thinking "thank you;" i'm thinking, "this guy looks like a pedophile." now, it's not good to stereotype or judge people, but look at the guy! he screams child molester.
last night was tang. tang is the ultimate form of binge drinking. it's not even a skill. it's an art. it's the pinnacle of excessive college drinking. 5 people. 2 beers each. form a line. each person pounds a beer in turn, then it goes back up the line. so the 5th guy does two in a row. my team won last night. me, rob, deroche, kimball, and murph. our time in the finals was 45. the record is 43. 45, baby. that's 4.5 seconds per beer. lovely. competition was impressive last night but they can't stand up to the vikings. it's just not possible. the youngins will learn. then me and irish played beer bong and despite an impressive number of saves, we got our ass royally kicked.
that's right kiddies, reger has had a girlfriend for a month now. and it's been one of the best months i've had :)
of course, i just read her blog and she thought i had forgotten about it. i'm not that big of an idiot ;)
i do my best thinking in the shower. i love showers. standing there in the hot water getting all so fresh and so clean is just a centering experience for me. i could spend a whole hour in a shower and do nothing but stand there and think. that's why i usually average 25 minutes for my showers. and showering in a freshly cleaned shower is an excellent way to shower. i just need a waterproof internet connection in the shower so i can blog there. i come up with some beauties when i'm in the shower. some of my finest outrageous ideas and phrases of soul-shattering prose come when i'm all nekkid letting the water pour over my glistening body and reveling in the steam that makes the air just as warm as the blood coursing through my rejuvinated veins. (i'm turning you on, aren't i?)
homecoming was a great experience again this past saturday. i met the elusive elisa baker. we used to be these two people that were just aware of the other. we had mutual people that we knew, but the 1st degree connection had not existed until then. i saw her walking across the quad, and i was like, "is that her? is that theelisa baker? by God, it is!" and i run over and introduce myself. it was surreal. i like that word. surreal. surreal. say it with me: surreal.
ok. i had a bit of a panic this morning. i went to go fill the valore up with gas at hofo's. i put my card in the little slot and !BAM! "sale denied". i wasn't smiling. so i tried again. "sale denied". i try again this time pushing "debit/atm" instead of "credit." !BAM! "sale denied". this is when slight panic is setting in. i'm not very good with money. in fact, i suck at managing it. as in, i can't. so i was thinking, hmmm. way to go chris, you've spent all your money and you don't get paid for another week and a half. and you have bills to pay. way to go, ass. so i go inside and pay for the gas with cash. then on my lunch break, i'm like i need to check out how much money i do have. so i go to the atm that is on the way to wendy's (God bless that restaurant). i put in the card. choose english as my preferred language and put in my pin. i choose account balances and say a little prayer. SCORE! i have money. i am not completely broke. woohoo.
you know who John Scherer is. he's the video professor. you know the commercials. how to learn the computer and programs fast and easy. he's so confident that his programs work that he'll send you first one free! (you pay $6.95 S&H). and then you can buy other ones, blah blah blah. what kills me about those commercials is when he says people come up to him on the street and thank him for making the computer so easy to understand. i don't know about you, but if i saw this guy on the street, i'm not thinking "thank you;" i'm thinking, "this guy looks like a pedophile." now, it's not good to stereotype or judge people, but look at the guy! he screams child molester.
last night was tang. tang is the ultimate form of binge drinking. it's not even a skill. it's an art. it's the pinnacle of excessive college drinking. 5 people. 2 beers each. form a line. each person pounds a beer in turn, then it goes back up the line. so the 5th guy does two in a row. my team won last night. me, rob, deroche, kimball, and murph. our time in the finals was 45. the record is 43. 45, baby. that's 4.5 seconds per beer. lovely. competition was impressive last night but they can't stand up to the vikings. it's just not possible. the youngins will learn. then me and irish played beer bong and despite an impressive number of saves, we got our ass royally kicked.
9.23.2002
pop culture
i was watching TV last night and i saw a commercial for Madden 2003. and ray lewis says "you feeling me?" and the announcer goes, "i'm feeling you." for the love of God, how did stef's phrase get out into the general public? do we really say it that much? deeaammm.
van wilder is my hero.
open and honest
i was watching TV last night and i saw a commercial for Madden 2003. and ray lewis says "you feeling me?" and the announcer goes, "i'm feeling you." for the love of God, how did stef's phrase get out into the general public? do we really say it that much? deeaammm.
van wilder is my hero.
open and honest
9.19.2002
hmmm...shepard's pie....*drool*...
couture and i whipped out another quality meal tonight. the mighty simple shepard's pie. but mighty tasty i might add.
greek talent show was tonight. the TKE machine only got 4th. we were robbed. but god, isaac, tarbell, and houng rocked it hard on a tom petty and a vines cover. i liked it. and needless to say, they rocked it like a hoosier. steffie also represented with gargling twinkle, twinkle little star for her talent. i was so proud of her. my heart swelled to see her on stage like that.
homecoming is this weekend. i love homecoming. old guys come back and we all get smashed. it doesn't get any better than that.
i watch two shows that represent the decline of western civilization and the end of human intelligence. i'm not proud to watch these shows, but it's the car-wreck mentality. i can't look away. and they usually piss me off cuz i would make much better decisions than the morons on the shows do. the first is elimidate. they hook one person up with 4 members of the opposite sex and they eliminate the companions throughout the course of a night. like tonight. this stupid moron in milwaukee dropped the cute chick first, and the hot nice girl 2nd to last. he kept the chick that was the biggest hooch instead of the best one. fucking idiot. then there is change of heart. a couple comes on and they hook up each of them with their "ideal" date and then the couple decides if they want to stay together or break up. tonight's was a kicker. this 31 year old is dating a 21 year old, and he goes out with this awesome chick, but he decides to stay with his gf who he bitched about the entire Goddamn show. she broke up with him. idiot. you just have to watch these shows. there is no way to adequately describe them. they are just insane. i'm just waiting for the day that God smites me for actually watching these shows and adding to the downward spiral that is american culture.
hey sexy lady, i like your flow
your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (uh!)
you put it on me (that's right) ceiling to floor
only you can make me, screamin back for moooooore!!!
--shaggy "hey sexy lady"
couture and i whipped out another quality meal tonight. the mighty simple shepard's pie. but mighty tasty i might add.
greek talent show was tonight. the TKE machine only got 4th. we were robbed. but god, isaac, tarbell, and houng rocked it hard on a tom petty and a vines cover. i liked it. and needless to say, they rocked it like a hoosier. steffie also represented with gargling twinkle, twinkle little star for her talent. i was so proud of her. my heart swelled to see her on stage like that.
homecoming is this weekend. i love homecoming. old guys come back and we all get smashed. it doesn't get any better than that.
i watch two shows that represent the decline of western civilization and the end of human intelligence. i'm not proud to watch these shows, but it's the car-wreck mentality. i can't look away. and they usually piss me off cuz i would make much better decisions than the morons on the shows do. the first is elimidate. they hook one person up with 4 members of the opposite sex and they eliminate the companions throughout the course of a night. like tonight. this stupid moron in milwaukee dropped the cute chick first, and the hot nice girl 2nd to last. he kept the chick that was the biggest hooch instead of the best one. fucking idiot. then there is change of heart. a couple comes on and they hook up each of them with their "ideal" date and then the couple decides if they want to stay together or break up. tonight's was a kicker. this 31 year old is dating a 21 year old, and he goes out with this awesome chick, but he decides to stay with his gf who he bitched about the entire Goddamn show. she broke up with him. idiot. you just have to watch these shows. there is no way to adequately describe them. they are just insane. i'm just waiting for the day that God smites me for actually watching these shows and adding to the downward spiral that is american culture.
hey sexy lady, i like your flow
your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (uh!)
you put it on me (that's right) ceiling to floor
only you can make me, screamin back for moooooore!!!
--shaggy "hey sexy lady"
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