Go Cougs, rise and shout the cougs are out. Cougareat, pronounced Coug Air EE at for more sophisticated dining pleasure. It was as place of intrigue and downright strange times. I can't recall if I wrote this already but one of the fun things to do was play the same song over and over on the jukebox. For some reason I was stuck on two songs that were particularly annoying. Chains of Love by Erasure and some song by Bonnie Rait. Anyway, I'd pump about five bucks of quarters into the jukebox and play the song over and over and over. Insert hilarious adjective. No one noticed of course, but it was still funny. I also enjoyed sitting down to complete strangers and striking up a conversation about something completely off topic "Hey, what was the first bicycle you ever rode?" or "Have you ever had hernia surgery?" Mostly it was an attempt to score chicks, but for some reason I was usually in some long term relationship. I wasn't a play the field guy. Stupid me. One thing about the cougareat is that you could always find cheap food. Pizza slice being a staple in the PDGreen diet.
After chillin like Bob Dylan at the cougareat, for some reason I was obsessed with some video game near the bowling alley. I can't for the life of me remember. I think it was Millipede. I spent a lot o money on Milliepede and the game was boring. Once you figured out the pattern it was simple. Ah well, the life of a student wasn't always the most exciting. I look back now and think about how stressful I thought life was back then. I'd crave to have that kind of stress these days. Hmmm, do I wake up at noon or one. I think I'll back Russian and go fishing. Living on 300 bucks a month. Simple life. This is a pointless log. I was just remembering the cougareat and wanted to mention it many times in a blog. Tastes like chicken man.
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