I know you do the dew...
but dooon't.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
From a champ
FIREZER:
donnnt
you did 11 hours ago on your status
undo the do and dont
you just did again
you have two dos to undo
or two dos to dont
DOOOONT
-2:04 Wed, Match 11
Facebook
donnnt
you did 11 hours ago on your status
undo the do and dont
you just did again
you have two dos to undo
or two dos to dont
DOOOONT
-2:04 Wed, Match 11
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Wit
So I was looking over old blog posts, and I've realized something.
I'm really funny. Like, soooo funny. And clever. I'm the next frickin' Seth MacFarlane.
But seriously, you guys are lucky I even let you read this stuff without charging a fee.
Damn, I'm funny...
I'm really funny. Like, soooo funny. And clever. I'm the next frickin' Seth MacFarlane.
But seriously, you guys are lucky I even let you read this stuff without charging a fee.
Damn, I'm funny...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Can't stop
I started a post earlier today about all the things I wanted to write about last week. But I'll finish that later.
More importantly, IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE!
I can't handle my life. Today was expected to suck really hard, but its turned out really nice. I'm so incredibly giddy, I'm reminded of everything that makes me love this place and it's only gonna better.
Music choice has helped a lot, too. Props to RHCP for an awesome pseudo-summer-but-really-it's-hardly-even-spring anthem. And I'm talking about the awesome version with the guitar solo at the beginning on iTunes, not the gay shit they put on their album.
More importantly, IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE!
I can't handle my life. Today was expected to suck really hard, but its turned out really nice. I'm so incredibly giddy, I'm reminded of everything that makes me love this place and it's only gonna better.
Music choice has helped a lot, too. Props to RHCP for an awesome pseudo-summer-but-really-it's-hardly-even-spring anthem. And I'm talking about the awesome version with the guitar solo at the beginning on iTunes, not the gay shit they put on their album.
Pent-up
I was just trying to look at some pics on facebook while consuming copious amounts of water before I went balks to sleep and what do you know, somebody facebook chats me. This sucks, right? I'm just trying to go to sleep.
False. It's Jon Covel.
He was in Greece. Now he's in Turkey? And I think he's going to Mars during the summer. What a champ.
There was a cool article in Rocktown that I read. I'll probably write about it later.
Whenever I was a little kid, I would call people and as soon as they would say "hello" I would tell them/ask them whatever i called to ask/tell them. My mom said that was rude. So now whenever I call people, I always ask them how they're doing with the least amount of sincerity I can muster. It's actually depressing how ingrained the habit is. Even if I'm talking to somebody I really care about, I don't actually listen to how they respond. If I really want to know, I'll ask again later in the conversation. Oops. I'm gonna try and work on that.
Spreak was really good. Sooooooo good.
Watchmen was awesome. Would have been better had it a)had more of a message to offer at the end or b) been a little shorter. At three hours of my life, I wanna at least pretend i'm a better person for seeing it.
People tried to not have good days and include me in their not-having of the good days. I refuse to let them tell me how to live my life.
If I ever write a song, I might call it "memories and metaphors". I like it b/c it's part irony, part spite and part love. I think I'm gonna take a poetry class or something.
I might have something more focused to say later, but right now I'm doing. I need to undo. So don't.
False. It's Jon Covel.
He was in Greece. Now he's in Turkey? And I think he's going to Mars during the summer. What a champ.
There was a cool article in Rocktown that I read. I'll probably write about it later.
Whenever I was a little kid, I would call people and as soon as they would say "hello" I would tell them/ask them whatever i called to ask/tell them. My mom said that was rude. So now whenever I call people, I always ask them how they're doing with the least amount of sincerity I can muster. It's actually depressing how ingrained the habit is. Even if I'm talking to somebody I really care about, I don't actually listen to how they respond. If I really want to know, I'll ask again later in the conversation. Oops. I'm gonna try and work on that.
Spreak was really good. Sooooooo good.
Watchmen was awesome. Would have been better had it a)had more of a message to offer at the end or b) been a little shorter. At three hours of my life, I wanna at least pretend i'm a better person for seeing it.
People tried to not have good days and include me in their not-having of the good days. I refuse to let them tell me how to live my life.
If I ever write a song, I might call it "memories and metaphors". I like it b/c it's part irony, part spite and part love. I think I'm gonna take a poetry class or something.
I might have something more focused to say later, but right now I'm doing. I need to undo. So don't.
Monday, March 2, 2009
"His brain is always on shuffle"
Apparently I'm not welcome at my house anymore. I got home and my little brother was pissed that I put my stuff in "my" room. Because now it's his room. When I went to grab clothes, I realized they were no longer in my closet or my drawers. All my hardware is gone. The password on the computer is changed and she won't even tell me what it is. WTF.
Whatever. It's good to be balks. Like, really good.
I tried to have a snow moment last night, because I was jealous. Actually I tried twice, but the first time I got called a creeper. I failed the second time also, but it ended up being a moment in itself so I'm kind of OK with it.
I hate orange streetlights. They make everything seem so harsh, which is only compounded by the snow. One thing I am grateful for though is the contrast it can provide. Or the way it scatters through bare tree branches and frost covered windows.
This morning, one of the guys on TV3 said the best advice they could give was to curl up in a warm blanket with a cup of cocoa and enjoy... and then he sort of stuttered and was like "well...yeah, that's the best advice I can give... balks to you, George" (it wasn't George...where the hell is George?). I like to think that what he was going to say was something to the effect of "enjoy the company of the people you love". So yes, guy who sucks at keeping your personal thoughts separated from your job, I think I'm gonna try to do just that. We'll see how things play out.
Whatever. It's good to be balks. Like, really good.
I tried to have a snow moment last night, because I was jealous. Actually I tried twice, but the first time I got called a creeper. I failed the second time also, but it ended up being a moment in itself so I'm kind of OK with it.
I hate orange streetlights. They make everything seem so harsh, which is only compounded by the snow. One thing I am grateful for though is the contrast it can provide. Or the way it scatters through bare tree branches and frost covered windows.
This morning, one of the guys on TV3 said the best advice they could give was to curl up in a warm blanket with a cup of cocoa and enjoy... and then he sort of stuttered and was like "well...yeah, that's the best advice I can give... balks to you, George" (it wasn't George...where the hell is George?). I like to think that what he was going to say was something to the effect of "enjoy the company of the people you love". So yes, guy who sucks at keeping your personal thoughts separated from your job, I think I'm gonna try to do just that. We'll see how things play out.
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