This is my morning run. (On the way home.) |
Friday, we had a poetry night and Jake and I wrote haikus about every topic in the bowl. Here are my haikus:
On awkward RMs:
Music is bad and
All the ward girls have cooties
My name is Mason
On gaining weight:
Pure horror comes cuz
My mother bought my meal plan
The freshman fifteen
On getting stood up:
Welcome to Chili’s
Um hey, should we keep waiting?
A table for one
On my FinAid not going through:
Negative dollars
Bank account isn’t happy
No tacos for me
On getting pulled over:
Flashing red and blue
Sweet talking an angry man
Oh, it didn’t work
On slipping on ice:
SOS Man down
Can’t even make it to class
Winter slip n slide
On dating:
Where are all the men
I see only twelve year olds
Hello spinsterhood
Saturday was our 3v3 tournament, which was so fun but exhausting. My team did pretty well and ended up winning half our games and losing the others by a point. By game six we were so tired, we were garbage. 10/10 would repeat. Especially the wings/pizza post. Also I bruised several fingers in weird spots.
This is peak adulthood. |
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