Even though I got free Red Bull today, I still feel discriminated against.
While Banh and Victor got free can opening services, I got mine given to me unopened, and suffered the confusing question of: "Which type do you want?" I said "whatever" in place of "I thought there was only one type." Which seemed like the more appropriate thing to do at the time.
And no. I don't have wings. Disappointing, I know.
As Banh so aptly declared, "We can now call this a good day," or something of that ilk (I also "stole" that word off him). Correct me if I'm wrong, Banh.
And as days go, it wasn't bad. Highlight of the day was meeting David Phan in my MGMT tute. That was awesome, and relieved my oh-so-acute loneliness in this dastardly unit. Shame he goes to the other lecture, but I guess one can't have everything in life.
Back to pool. I got thumped by both Banh and Victor. I'll get there one day. When my dad sets up the pool table in the basement, I'll practice and become pool king. But I don't think it'll be happening within the next five years. But one can always hope. Worst comes to worst, I'll just be a very old pool king.
Word of the Day: Pool
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