Lasers and robots and stuff

Today's post was supposed to be ridiculously exciting. I remember thinking, "Man, if I put this in my blog, people are never going to believe it." Then I woke up and completely forgot my dream. Sorry.

I then played Frisbee with a few friends and quite a few people that I don't know. Then, we went to Perkins and recounted drunk stories. My favorite: My friend Will gets drunk and blacks out frequently. The University of Minnesota has a two strike system; he had already gotten one strike for smoking pot. So on some day in finals week, he gets really drunk and goes down to the first floor. There were a lot of beer cans there and some residential assistants who asked him to help clean them up, since they aren't allowed to touch them. So he grabs a lot of them and puts them in a bag, and while doing so notices that one is full. He carries the bag of empty beer cans to where the RA's want them to be, after which he drinks the beer and runs away from the RA's, who are screaming at him. Good times, good times.