I guess it's all about the dream.
So, as per your suggestion, I shall now post.
Before I do that, though, I have to apologize. One hell of a week. I mean it. Not to much interesting junk (well, I think I just turned agnostic. Or atheist? More on that later.) But tons of schoolwork. Which I'm blowing off, for now. To wit:
You can recognize people of certain groups, ironically, by those they do not:
Protestants don't recognize the pope.
Jews don't recognize Jesus.
Baptists don't recognize each other at the liquor store.
(So I'm a dick. I don't hate any of the people mentioned here, and whatever. If you were offended, send me a letter, so I have some kindling for the wood stove down here.)
I'm not even kidding, I should use that thing. It gets cold at night.
Hey, so my 360 gets here tommorow, according to UPS, because I wasn't here to sign for it at 2 on friday. I bought ODST and another copy of dead space anyway, leaving me with $40 to my name. Working on that...
Today, I thought I would bring up that old riddle: which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Creationists might say: God created chicken, which laid the first egg. The answer is the chicken.
Evolutionists might then retort: nay! There was a creature much like the chicken, which then laid the first egg, which had mutated just enough to be the creature we now know as chicken. And furthermore, your faith is ridiculous! "I tell you that your wife is cheating on you, or yogurt makes a man invisible, you'd require proof. But if I told you that the book in your nightstand drawer was written by an invisible diety who will punish your soul in fire for all eternity if you fail to believe its every fantastic claim, you require no proof at all!" (this not quite word-for-word quote taken from The End of Faith.)
(before I go any farther, know I have no problems with the church. I feel like a jerk for posting that, but I'm sure there's beer in hell. I genuinely apologize to anyone insulted, and know I will take this down if anyone's pissed at me.)
At this point, the Evolutionists are hauled off the stage for being politically incorrect. Freedom of speech and the second amendment seem like a joke waiting to happen.
I myself am an evolutionist, but I figure god has something to do with something, or at the very least its comforting to think. Hence, agnostic? I don't know if I'm comfortable being an atheist, so...
You know what? Fuck it all. Religion is just an argument waiting to happen, and there's nothing the freemasons can do about that.
Let's talk about something more joyous, shall we?
I'm a gearhead. I LOVE cars. To no end. I even have myself a dream car (that I might oneday actually get) an Audi A4 V6 diesel quattro. Why? Because it's goddamn beast. Granted, if I ever get one, I'm gonna have to be rich. Really rich. Or get a deal. We'll find out, shan't we?
Barring that, I'd go with a Daihatsu Materia (because its fuck-cheap) or a real car, somewhere in between my beloved Audi and the realistic Daihatsu.
I can't seem to find that car that has the right mix of speed, looks, comfort, and power that I'm looking for, with the singular exception of the Chrysler 300C sitting in the driveway about 10 feet above me. I love that car, and have been promised once I learn to drive on Jim-Bob, our beloved 14 year old volvo, its mine. Praise Jesus.
There you go folks!
Enjoy the goodness!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Hey.
I was just wondering what could've possibly possessed you guys to find this enjoyable? I still don't get it, and no one comments. Is there like a secret anti-comment club? I don't like that club. And I don't even know if its real.
So, not much has happened recently. I mean, plenty will, so keep checking back (if that's your thing.) But not much now.
However, for a while, I've been sitting on this. Enjoy:
Recently, I realized the ingenious design of bowls. Note the gently sloping, curved sides, humbly making your morning cereal a pleasure to behold. As less and less material is left inside your bowl, it takes up less and less space, which the bowl so happily provides. As such, that period of time when you scrape around the bottom of the bowl is reduced to a minimum, letting you enjoy the morning paper, news, or (god willing) quiet.
And on the note of cereal: allow me to settle the old parable: It's cereal, AND THEN milk. If you put in milk and then cereal, the cereal just floats on the top and doesn't aquire proper wetness, making them undesirable.
As long as we're solving riddles, allow this:
If a man tries to fail and succeeds, which has he done? He's proven murphies law. Anyone familiar with the law, think about trying to prove it and you'll see the connection. Anyone not, it can be found here. It also proves that humans are basically jerks, and will try to be clever through word games. To quote xkcd: Being misunderstood and smug about it isn't being clever. If you've never read xkcd, click the link. Have at it. He's hilarious. Read a few.
Back? Good.
I was beginning to worry.
Sadly, you took so long I must depart, but on this parting note:
October 8th. Think about it, Californians.
So, not much has happened recently. I mean, plenty will, so keep checking back (if that's your thing.) But not much now.
However, for a while, I've been sitting on this. Enjoy:
Recently, I realized the ingenious design of bowls. Note the gently sloping, curved sides, humbly making your morning cereal a pleasure to behold. As less and less material is left inside your bowl, it takes up less and less space, which the bowl so happily provides. As such, that period of time when you scrape around the bottom of the bowl is reduced to a minimum, letting you enjoy the morning paper, news, or (god willing) quiet.
And on the note of cereal: allow me to settle the old parable: It's cereal, AND THEN milk. If you put in milk and then cereal, the cereal just floats on the top and doesn't aquire proper wetness, making them undesirable.
As long as we're solving riddles, allow this:
If a man tries to fail and succeeds, which has he done? He's proven murphies law. Anyone familiar with the law, think about trying to prove it and you'll see the connection. Anyone not, it can be found here. It also proves that humans are basically jerks, and will try to be clever through word games. To quote xkcd: Being misunderstood and smug about it isn't being clever. If you've never read xkcd, click the link. Have at it. He's hilarious. Read a few.
Back? Good.
I was beginning to worry.
Sadly, you took so long I must depart, but on this parting note:
October 8th. Think about it, Californians.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Okay, shortie.
Go and interrupt taylor swift again. I DARE you. (I don't care, I just love the meme. Plus, this was supposed to be short.)
So guys, here's the thing. I sometimes wonder why all of you read this, when its a poorly written, witty (admittedly), glorified journal, with the occasional bit of borrowed insight or humor. Comment?
To move on, what if I began doing bits of news? (And vlogging. I really like the concept, but I'd have to share the webcam. Urgh.) Like the whole kanye/taylor swift bit, or upcoming games, or the latest GOP conspiracy theory ("we're all going to be commies!")? It seems like it might eventually get to the point where I get a few more readers. Which would please my ego.
Then again, the chances of getting attention on the internet are about as likely as defying rule 34. That noted, it would be really, really nice. Of course, it would also make me post more often and stop blowing this off. Working on it, I swear.
In other news, I dodged going out of the house today, took over the galaxy one and a half times, and got my ass dumped! Again. Read on!
So, didn't want to leave the house today. I was, actually, sick, and I was just feeling really tired, so I went the fatass route, played my cards, and stayed home. Cara, I'm sorry. In the course of my staying home, mum saw me phone, thought it was nicki's, and took it. I then missed all the calls from me (now former) girlfriend, sabrina.
But while I missed all of that moaning (she was a bit whiney. I'd been contemplating it on and off all day.), I took over the universe in Galactic Civilizations 2, Dread Lords. The game is incredibly complex, and very, very fun. And never lacks replayability. I reccommend it for any nerds out there. Like kyle, my best friend (out here. Not my best in the whole wide world. That goes to chris. Sorry, everyone.). And if you like that, you'll definitely like my new background. I call it pimp 66. (I have a new hope you'll get it.)
So anyway, after beating that a few times, cruising the net, watching Top Gear and parts of Waiting... and chilling all day (it was GLORIOUS.) The family came home. Minutes later, Sabrina called. She was ranting about how I clearly liked her friend (minda, milda, something like that.) at which point I was getting so annoyed I was considering dumping her. I got another call, later, walking around outside (me mum thought I was meeting someone. It was suspicious. Take a call outside, ask to go for a walk... whatever.) She called back, later, and we talked a bit more. It was boring, and not going anywhere, so I faked being busy and hung up, with no more than a gotta go as a warning. She called back, maybe a half hour ago, and dumped me. Well, damn. My only regret is not making out with her. (Goddamnit.) So that was that. I can now enjoy the fruits of Rule 34, unburdened by guilt. :P
TROLLING!
Being a raging dick to people on the net!
I still REALLY wanna go and troll the crap out of the twiloser forums. Can't bring myself to, though. Maybe its cause I'm so sweet to everyone all the time, such a fantastic, great guy, such a wonderful person, (5' 10'', with brown hair, shining brown eyes, and no one to be with, who likes long walks on the beach, making out, movies, and the occasional dash of anarchy. Call me.) that I just want to do something bad for once. Or twice. Or every weeknight at eight, for hours.
World First!
I was drinking orange crush, out of the bottle like normal, when I thought, "What if instead of tipping the bottle back, I put it down and sucked the drink out?" Well, I tried. And DAMN, that's a workout. It took two breaths. I mean REALLY, that's harder than it looks.
Was going to cover something else, but I forgot it.
It's talk like a pirate day! Arrrr!
As a pirate, this just means I can laugh at all of your guys's funny accents.
Speaking of accents, been working to make the british one I supposedly have be more pronounced. Why? Because I have to attract more ladies now. Duh.
OH, and since I haven't mentioned it, she dumped me cause she doesn't want to ruin her friendship with the friend who likes me, and because she's not ready for a relationship right now. Whatever.
Tell your friends! Even the bad ones! Quality over quantity means nothing if I don't have any readers!
Please?
So guys, here's the thing. I sometimes wonder why all of you read this, when its a poorly written, witty (admittedly), glorified journal, with the occasional bit of borrowed insight or humor. Comment?
To move on, what if I began doing bits of news? (And vlogging. I really like the concept, but I'd have to share the webcam. Urgh.) Like the whole kanye/taylor swift bit, or upcoming games, or the latest GOP conspiracy theory ("we're all going to be commies!")? It seems like it might eventually get to the point where I get a few more readers. Which would please my ego.
Then again, the chances of getting attention on the internet are about as likely as defying rule 34. That noted, it would be really, really nice. Of course, it would also make me post more often and stop blowing this off. Working on it, I swear.
In other news, I dodged going out of the house today, took over the galaxy one and a half times, and got my ass dumped! Again. Read on!
So, didn't want to leave the house today. I was, actually, sick, and I was just feeling really tired, so I went the fatass route, played my cards, and stayed home. Cara, I'm sorry. In the course of my staying home, mum saw me phone, thought it was nicki's, and took it. I then missed all the calls from me (now former) girlfriend, sabrina.
But while I missed all of that moaning (she was a bit whiney. I'd been contemplating it on and off all day.), I took over the universe in Galactic Civilizations 2, Dread Lords. The game is incredibly complex, and very, very fun. And never lacks replayability. I reccommend it for any nerds out there. Like kyle, my best friend (out here. Not my best in the whole wide world. That goes to chris. Sorry, everyone.). And if you like that, you'll definitely like my new background. I call it pimp 66. (I have a new hope you'll get it.)
So anyway, after beating that a few times, cruising the net, watching Top Gear and parts of Waiting... and chilling all day (it was GLORIOUS.) The family came home. Minutes later, Sabrina called. She was ranting about how I clearly liked her friend (minda, milda, something like that.) at which point I was getting so annoyed I was considering dumping her. I got another call, later, walking around outside (me mum thought I was meeting someone. It was suspicious. Take a call outside, ask to go for a walk... whatever.) She called back, later, and we talked a bit more. It was boring, and not going anywhere, so I faked being busy and hung up, with no more than a gotta go as a warning. She called back, maybe a half hour ago, and dumped me. Well, damn. My only regret is not making out with her. (Goddamnit.) So that was that. I can now enjoy the fruits of Rule 34, unburdened by guilt. :P
TROLLING!
Being a raging dick to people on the net!
I still REALLY wanna go and troll the crap out of the twiloser forums. Can't bring myself to, though. Maybe its cause I'm so sweet to everyone all the time, such a fantastic, great guy, such a wonderful person, (5' 10'', with brown hair, shining brown eyes, and no one to be with, who likes long walks on the beach, making out, movies, and the occasional dash of anarchy. Call me.) that I just want to do something bad for once. Or twice. Or every weeknight at eight, for hours.
World First!
I was drinking orange crush, out of the bottle like normal, when I thought, "What if instead of tipping the bottle back, I put it down and sucked the drink out?" Well, I tried. And DAMN, that's a workout. It took two breaths. I mean REALLY, that's harder than it looks.
Was going to cover something else, but I forgot it.
It's talk like a pirate day! Arrrr!
As a pirate, this just means I can laugh at all of your guys's funny accents.
Speaking of accents, been working to make the british one I supposedly have be more pronounced. Why? Because I have to attract more ladies now. Duh.
OH, and since I haven't mentioned it, she dumped me cause she doesn't want to ruin her friendship with the friend who likes me, and because she's not ready for a relationship right now. Whatever.
Tell your friends! Even the bad ones! Quality over quantity means nothing if I don't have any readers!
Please?
Friday, September 18, 2009
I've been sitting on parts of this for a while, you know.
Yeah, the idea for the "Proof I spend to much time on the internet" article came to me all the way back when I was on the road trip. To move on.
Spent some time reading MLIA today. I am now determined to pull a few stunts before I clear out of this state (I will, one day, come back to Cali. And there will be parties.) I'm thinking grabbing kyle, getting a few lightsabers, and making fools of ourselves in public. Why? Because it will be amongst the most interesting things to happen here since the Civil War. (NOTHING happens in Chatham.) That, or somehow getting bohemian rhapsody onto the school intercom.
To move on, today I realized I really have been spending too much time on the internet since my 360 broke. For those of you who are skeptics, allow me to explain:
I once saw a sign for a nail salon, entitled "Pretty Nails." At first glance, I thought it said "Pretty Nazis." I saw a Jiffy Lube station and my thoughts flashed to sex. And I might be the only person alive to note how increasingly erotic the ads for Evony, a new MMO, are. They started with some bad photo of a lady in a circlet and a big green dress, changed to a modern-day chick in a white shirt, with a bit of a chest, and now its a blonde, lying down, with a black bra on. I can't see what this has to do with their slogan, "Start your journey now, my lord." With a single exception: the journey is into her vagoo (any LICD readers will get that).
To move on. Today, in history, we were talking about industrialization. Then some genius brought up war. The next 45 minutes were spent discussing nukes, war, WW2, pearl harbor, bunkers, and the diary entry of a certain bomber pilot, eventually leading to the discussion of M1 Abrams tanks. God I love history.
Sabrina's friend is a bit to... involved with our relationship, for my liking. I'm told she likes me, but apparently my gigantic hands are too big for her. I can only come to one conclusion. It really is true, you know what they say about guys with big hands. Regardless, I've dealt with friends who are involved before. As I recall, the last one to be involved like this now screams if I touch her, (I mean like an annoying poke, nothing sick.) or says ew if I'm nearby. Needless to say, the training paid off.
I also sent my 360 in for repair recently. A few days later, (that is, two) I got an email saying it had been recieved. 24 hours later, repair was done, and its being shipped back. God, thats one thing they can do fast.
I would like to nominate myself for president. and a nobel peace prize. And Obama's liason to the adult film industry (wait, what?).
Spent some time reading MLIA today. I am now determined to pull a few stunts before I clear out of this state (I will, one day, come back to Cali. And there will be parties.) I'm thinking grabbing kyle, getting a few lightsabers, and making fools of ourselves in public. Why? Because it will be amongst the most interesting things to happen here since the Civil War. (NOTHING happens in Chatham.) That, or somehow getting bohemian rhapsody onto the school intercom.
To move on, today I realized I really have been spending too much time on the internet since my 360 broke. For those of you who are skeptics, allow me to explain:
I once saw a sign for a nail salon, entitled "Pretty Nails." At first glance, I thought it said "Pretty Nazis." I saw a Jiffy Lube station and my thoughts flashed to sex. And I might be the only person alive to note how increasingly erotic the ads for Evony, a new MMO, are. They started with some bad photo of a lady in a circlet and a big green dress, changed to a modern-day chick in a white shirt, with a bit of a chest, and now its a blonde, lying down, with a black bra on. I can't see what this has to do with their slogan, "Start your journey now, my lord." With a single exception: the journey is into her vagoo (any LICD readers will get that).
To move on. Today, in history, we were talking about industrialization. Then some genius brought up war. The next 45 minutes were spent discussing nukes, war, WW2, pearl harbor, bunkers, and the diary entry of a certain bomber pilot, eventually leading to the discussion of M1 Abrams tanks. God I love history.
Sabrina's friend is a bit to... involved with our relationship, for my liking. I'm told she likes me, but apparently my gigantic hands are too big for her. I can only come to one conclusion. It really is true, you know what they say about guys with big hands. Regardless, I've dealt with friends who are involved before. As I recall, the last one to be involved like this now screams if I touch her, (I mean like an annoying poke, nothing sick.) or says ew if I'm nearby. Needless to say, the training paid off.
I also sent my 360 in for repair recently. A few days later, (that is, two) I got an email saying it had been recieved. 24 hours later, repair was done, and its being shipped back. God, thats one thing they can do fast.
I would like to nominate myself for president. and a nobel peace prize. And Obama's liason to the adult film industry (wait, what?).
Thursday, September 17, 2009
WASSUP, BITCHES.
I dunno, I have urges. Suffice to say it means nothing.
Good aftermorenight, my faithful readers (what readers? I bet that I haven't gotten a single hit in the last 48 hours. If only people COMMENTED, then I would know I was WRONG.)
To move on. Remember sabrina? Yeah, its official. I basically, at the UNENDING PRODDING of her ANNOYING friend, went up and asked her if she wanted to do anything this weekend (not that I needed encouragement, we both knew we were going out already. Jesus god, lady) . Oh, and the secret? Its a secret from her mother. I can't say I blame her, my own doesn't know a goddamn thing about this.
On an unrelated note, I like british things. I want to move to britain when I'm older. Thoughts?
Speaking of british things, fell in love with the new bugatti veyron. It's the fastest car ever. That thing could beat a F1 with its 8-liter, V16 engine. And the 1005 HP that comes with it. And the 10 radiators used to cool it.
Thinking about a new posting schedule, would anyone be opposed to a less-than-each-and-every-day post schedule? Like every other day? Just a thought.
Also, just got a $25 itunes card. What kind of music should I get? I like rise against, nickelback, the foo fighters, MCR, MSI, and sum 41. Reccommend something.
Good aftermorenight, my faithful readers (what readers? I bet that I haven't gotten a single hit in the last 48 hours. If only people COMMENTED, then I would know I was WRONG.)
To move on. Remember sabrina? Yeah, its official. I basically, at the UNENDING PRODDING of her ANNOYING friend, went up and asked her if she wanted to do anything this weekend (not that I needed encouragement, we both knew we were going out already. Jesus god, lady) . Oh, and the secret? Its a secret from her mother. I can't say I blame her, my own doesn't know a goddamn thing about this.
On an unrelated note, I like british things. I want to move to britain when I'm older. Thoughts?
Speaking of british things, fell in love with the new bugatti veyron. It's the fastest car ever. That thing could beat a F1 with its 8-liter, V16 engine. And the 1005 HP that comes with it. And the 10 radiators used to cool it.
Thinking about a new posting schedule, would anyone be opposed to a less-than-each-and-every-day post schedule? Like every other day? Just a thought.
Also, just got a $25 itunes card. What kind of music should I get? I like rise against, nickelback, the foo fighters, MCR, MSI, and sum 41. Reccommend something.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Remember how I said since I skipped yesterday this would be long as hell?
Forget that. You'll (hopefully) understand in a moment.
First off, I'm sick. As hell. I think its allergies stacked on top of a cold, because damn. I mean, more green stuff has come out of my nose than I think is possible, due to a few laws of physics. In short: I feel like SHIT.
Also, I decided (okay, caved into my mother's extreme campaigning) to try out the martial arts at the gym. After an hour and a half, pads or no pads, I felt awful. Fine, but then we stopped, and my brain kicked in and met a small army of protests from my body. God, it hurt. Old guys kick hard. Real hard.
So, in short, I apologize for this pathetic excuse for a post, since I think my head will explode soon.
Goodnight, and may you have a better day than I did.
First off, I'm sick. As hell. I think its allergies stacked on top of a cold, because damn. I mean, more green stuff has come out of my nose than I think is possible, due to a few laws of physics. In short: I feel like SHIT.
Also, I decided (okay, caved into my mother's extreme campaigning) to try out the martial arts at the gym. After an hour and a half, pads or no pads, I felt awful. Fine, but then we stopped, and my brain kicked in and met a small army of protests from my body. God, it hurt. Old guys kick hard. Real hard.
So, in short, I apologize for this pathetic excuse for a post, since I think my head will explode soon.
Goodnight, and may you have a better day than I did.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I almost regret posting this...
Since it means I can never have 69 posts ever again.
A moment of silence.
On the note of odd things, a word of advice: never contemplate insanity while listening to sum 41 and looking at a visualizer. Crazy ass shit, man.
Speaking of software, I overhauled my laptop today. Added rainmeter, skinned the crap out of it, added a new backround, downloaded and set up winamp, got itunes sharing to work (sorta) on my comp, and set up mobile blogging for my cell phone.
On top of all the digital stuff, I built a nightstand.
Speaking of which, I have a shirt that says "one nightstand" with a picture of the furniture piece right above it.
Moving on (I don't think I've ever done a post without saying that. Hmm.)
Spent 6 hours on the comp today, and several watching TV. Really, a relaxing day, until I didn't have the house to myself anymore. I really like having the house to myself. Its so nice to not have to deal with anyone. So of course, nicki or cara could be here, and it would be (about) the same, since its not like we spend each minute in each other's hair. No, we're pretty relaxed.
Also spent some time on facebook, lied about cruddy internet connections to get out of talking with people, and speaking of facebook, guess what: someone has already decided to tell me that seeing sabrina is a bad idea. To quote someone I suspect of either being a) a hurt ex boyfriend, or b) right, and trying to help the stupified cali boy, "dont talk to sabrina!!!!!!!!!! never talk to sabrin shes fat ugly gross bitchy and a huge drama queen stop now."
Of course, my witty, and well worded reply "Uh, what?" convinced that guy to back off. "Never mind do wat u want". All direct quotes. I still don't know who its a secret from. Should it be from y'all? I suppose taking down the last post won't do much, so whatever.
I was also assured by a certain reliable source that all of you comment in your heads. Remember, I can't enjoy your heads. Well, in a way, but my head hurts too much for the gutter. Curb it is, I suppose.
In other news, had first contact with half brother in years recently. I threw a "happy birthday!" On his facebook page (since it was his b-day. duh.) and he responded, "aw, thanks little bro." I am also assured he is a much better person than I may have lead certain people to think. Apologies to those caught up in that.
Also, for anyone having trouble with itunes sharing, I reccommend winamp. When you use sharing, and something won't import, use winamp's add media feature, and look through the itunes files (file -> add media -> music -> itunes -> itunes music -> the artist -> the album). It doesn't always work, but I'm having some success with it.
That's our show, be sure to tune in tommorow, for the amazing adventures that come with building a futon and my family's company. Goodnight!
A moment of silence.
On the note of odd things, a word of advice: never contemplate insanity while listening to sum 41 and looking at a visualizer. Crazy ass shit, man.
Speaking of software, I overhauled my laptop today. Added rainmeter, skinned the crap out of it, added a new backround, downloaded and set up winamp, got itunes sharing to work (sorta) on my comp, and set up mobile blogging for my cell phone.
On top of all the digital stuff, I built a nightstand.
Speaking of which, I have a shirt that says "one nightstand" with a picture of the furniture piece right above it.
Moving on (I don't think I've ever done a post without saying that. Hmm.)
Spent 6 hours on the comp today, and several watching TV. Really, a relaxing day, until I didn't have the house to myself anymore. I really like having the house to myself. Its so nice to not have to deal with anyone. So of course, nicki or cara could be here, and it would be (about) the same, since its not like we spend each minute in each other's hair. No, we're pretty relaxed.
Also spent some time on facebook, lied about cruddy internet connections to get out of talking with people, and speaking of facebook, guess what: someone has already decided to tell me that seeing sabrina is a bad idea. To quote someone I suspect of either being a) a hurt ex boyfriend, or b) right, and trying to help the stupified cali boy, "dont talk to sabrina!!!!!!!!!! never talk to sabrin shes fat ugly gross bitchy and a huge drama queen stop now."
Of course, my witty, and well worded reply "Uh, what?" convinced that guy to back off. "Never mind do wat u want". All direct quotes. I still don't know who its a secret from. Should it be from y'all? I suppose taking down the last post won't do much, so whatever.
I was also assured by a certain reliable source that all of you comment in your heads. Remember, I can't enjoy your heads. Well, in a way, but my head hurts too much for the gutter. Curb it is, I suppose.
In other news, had first contact with half brother in years recently. I threw a "happy birthday!" On his facebook page (since it was his b-day. duh.) and he responded, "aw, thanks little bro." I am also assured he is a much better person than I may have lead certain people to think. Apologies to those caught up in that.
Also, for anyone having trouble with itunes sharing, I reccommend winamp. When you use sharing, and something won't import, use winamp's add media feature, and look through the itunes files (file -> add media -> music -> itunes -> itunes music -> the artist -> the album). It doesn't always work, but I'm having some success with it.
That's our show, be sure to tune in tommorow, for the amazing adventures that come with building a futon and my family's company. Goodnight!
Friday, September 11, 2009
The two hunters crawl through the bush...
and see the thriving metropolis of... this place?
Apparently, I've been discovered, or something. We have Ellis Lanksder with the reason behind this. Wondering what I'm talking about? My hit counter has some kinda thing, says I got 11,900+ hits.
I'M BAAAAAAACK!
Wait, seriously? None of you missed me? D:
So, I apparently missed my minutes of fame, or whatever, but I'll blog away nonetheless.
So, School. Yes, I have friends! (like shannon alleged she does, but I'll get to that later.) Kyle and parker and jack and will and nick and joe and a few others who's names I seriously don't know. Awkward...
To move on, we have ridiculously long classes, and only four of them each day. Still, LONG. But fun, since the teachers are impossibly relaxed here. When's the last time you spent half your history class discussing off-topic junk because the discussion drifted that way? Or the teacher opened up the day by noting that everyone made fun of kyle, and then conceded when you pointed out he deserved it (if you're reading this, then YOU DO. MY NAME IS ANTHONY, NOT ANTIONETTE. I WILL END YOU.)
That last sentence reminded me of sabrina. (christ, I'm going to regret posting this if she ever see's this. Or possibly not. Hell, do I even care?) See, she's this impossibly hot girl who I'm apparently dating. See, we were secretly dating, but then she told a bunch of people, and I found out. Apparently, it was only a secret from me. Hell, she's beautiful, funny, and gives me hugs. Life is going well on that front.
Argued with shannon a bit (or a lot). She'd somehow been given a computer during detention, and went on facebook. We talked, we argued, I won. Well, she left when I was about to win. Same diff, right? She was a tad emo about it, saying how she shouldn't talk to me because it hurts me (I said annoys. ANNOYS, shannon, ANNOYS.) And I know I'm right about this one, friends don't say I love you to each other, am I right? (Agree with me, then I definitely win the argument. That's what the argument was about, by the way.)
Listening to rise against and (who saw this coming) the foo fighters recently. Bought the entirety of There is Nothing Left to Lose, a FF album, and have listened to Appeal to Reason by Rise Against at least three times in its entirety. I reccommend "entertainment," which is my favorite, I think.
Still addicted to orange soda. Tastes pretty bad after so effing much.
Now, a morality question: would it be wrong of me to post the adress of shannon's emo blog, or should I not? Moreover, will she read this and take it down?
Whoa, just got hit by the fact that its the weekend. Life's good.
Gonna get a job when I turn 15. Not cuz I'm saving up, or anything (but hell, I should) but rolling in cash now would be really convenient. Plus, some dude a few roads over is selling a go kart for $500. Worth it.
Ran a bit today, realized lack of biking has put me in laughable condition. Sure, I could kick someone into oblivion, but I can't run anymore. Need to work on that, so: Should I take up biking, head to the gym, or take up martial arts again? Or should I wait till march, and just sail? Or just deal with it?
-Anthony.
Apparently, I've been discovered, or something. We have Ellis Lanksder with the reason behind this. Wondering what I'm talking about? My hit counter has some kinda thing, says I got 11,900+ hits.
I'M BAAAAAAACK!
Wait, seriously? None of you missed me? D:
So, I apparently missed my minutes of fame, or whatever, but I'll blog away nonetheless.
So, School. Yes, I have friends! (like shannon alleged she does, but I'll get to that later.) Kyle and parker and jack and will and nick and joe and a few others who's names I seriously don't know. Awkward...
To move on, we have ridiculously long classes, and only four of them each day. Still, LONG. But fun, since the teachers are impossibly relaxed here. When's the last time you spent half your history class discussing off-topic junk because the discussion drifted that way? Or the teacher opened up the day by noting that everyone made fun of kyle, and then conceded when you pointed out he deserved it (if you're reading this, then YOU DO. MY NAME IS ANTHONY, NOT ANTIONETTE. I WILL END YOU.)
That last sentence reminded me of sabrina. (christ, I'm going to regret posting this if she ever see's this. Or possibly not. Hell, do I even care?) See, she's this impossibly hot girl who I'm apparently dating. See, we were secretly dating, but then she told a bunch of people, and I found out. Apparently, it was only a secret from me. Hell, she's beautiful, funny, and gives me hugs. Life is going well on that front.
Argued with shannon a bit (or a lot). She'd somehow been given a computer during detention, and went on facebook. We talked, we argued, I won. Well, she left when I was about to win. Same diff, right? She was a tad emo about it, saying how she shouldn't talk to me because it hurts me (I said annoys. ANNOYS, shannon, ANNOYS.) And I know I'm right about this one, friends don't say I love you to each other, am I right? (Agree with me, then I definitely win the argument. That's what the argument was about, by the way.)
Listening to rise against and (who saw this coming) the foo fighters recently. Bought the entirety of There is Nothing Left to Lose, a FF album, and have listened to Appeal to Reason by Rise Against at least three times in its entirety. I reccommend "entertainment," which is my favorite, I think.
Still addicted to orange soda. Tastes pretty bad after so effing much.
Now, a morality question: would it be wrong of me to post the adress of shannon's emo blog, or should I not? Moreover, will she read this and take it down?
Whoa, just got hit by the fact that its the weekend. Life's good.
Gonna get a job when I turn 15. Not cuz I'm saving up, or anything (but hell, I should) but rolling in cash now would be really convenient. Plus, some dude a few roads over is selling a go kart for $500. Worth it.
Ran a bit today, realized lack of biking has put me in laughable condition. Sure, I could kick someone into oblivion, but I can't run anymore. Need to work on that, so: Should I take up biking, head to the gym, or take up martial arts again? Or should I wait till march, and just sail? Or just deal with it?
-Anthony.
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