I've noticed that most of my blog titles are little more than expressions of exhaustion and frustration. I'm not really that frustrated or exhausted, but I think it gives me a little more character. And let's face it: I'm pretty boring, so I could certainly use some.
B has tagged me, apparently. I'm to understand that now I must write six weird things or habits about myself, then tag six other bloggers and notify them in their comments section. Intriguing. And Ford knows I love talking about myself, so here goes.
Uno:
I have a clock thing. I can't set my alarm on a number ending in five or zero, and my clocks never say the right time - they're usually fast. Until this year, much to the chagrin of The Girl, I had two clocks in my room - one with the "correct time" (read: five minutes fast), and one that was something like 47 minutes fast. At one point it had a purpose because it made it easier to set my alarm, but that stopped being the case and I just kept the way-off clock to aggravate The Girl.
Dos:
I have questionable personal hygiene at best. I hardly wear deodorant, unless I'm at work during the summer and have to deal with people I don't know, in which case I will apply deodorant at work. I shower two to three times a week at most.
Tres:
Despite said questionable hygiene, I can't wear the same socks two days in a row. I simply can't do it.
Cuatro:
I saw
Stick It last night and it was...really good. Genuinely funny and hot chicks in leotards. I'm okay with that. It did bring about some 'Nam flashbacks, though, because....
Cinco:
I was a male cheerleader in high school. I played football in the fall and the in winter I donned the ol' pom poms and skirt and lifted girls above my head. Senior year, I was captain of the football team in the fall and then of the cheerleading team in the winter. Oh god, I'm so embarassed...
Seis:
I play guitar, bass, and drums, but none of them very well at all. I started out playing drums and moved to bass then guitar. I mostly play guitar now, but not as well as The Girl and that makes me both jealous and kinda hot.
Okay, now for the tagging...
Rick,
Tsikitas,
McGrath (the one person with less to do than me),
Jelone,
P Ho, annnnnd
Lou. Mm, we'll see about all this, I guess.
(Sidenote: "ACK" is something you see on those stupid little oval stickers on Chevy Suburbans, and in case you were wondering, it means "Nantucket." Apparently the Nantucket airport's identification tag is "ACK." Yea, I don't know either.)
Ok. Shit's going down. Two more days of classes ever. Then a big research paper, then a couple finals. Then moving and finding a job. Everything's happening. Might be freaking out just a little.
Better go play some more MVP and watch SportsCenter again. Yeeeaaaa, I know it's a repeat. Whatev.
So today's the day. I mean, they're pointless from here on out, but it's still kinda nice, I guess. At this point. In a couple years it'll probably just be depressing. I like that mine falls in the spring, though. It's a nice time.
I miss The Girl. We finally found a
place and I'm super psyched about it. Anyone in Philly this summer, I'll be around (and not working like a maniac). Anyone passing through, we have lots of room to spread out a bedroll. And a fat cat. Just a couple weeks and I'll be out of Uber Street. Craziness, man. Sad, yes, but the future looks pretty good.
Insurance Runs is finally getting underway, and I'm psyched that so many people are helping out. I think this'll be pretty cool. Thanks guys!
Come out to see Evil Dead 2 and Army of Darkness tonight!!! It'll rawk [sic]!!!
(Note to self: get at least a card for Sean. Send it early in the week!!)
Ok, exciting times just before oil painting class. The brand spanking new baseball blog is up, but there's nothing in it yet. If you want in, just give me your email and I'll shoot an invitation over quick as I can. That's about it for now. Maybe a longer post later.
I'm really quite tired of looking at
apartments and the whole debacle that this summer is shaping up to be. I just want to relax, get a mindless job, read some books, do some writing, play some guitar, and spend as much time as I can with The Girl. Ho hum.
Ok, ideas forming in my head, and I want to get this thing off the ground soon. I'm very much into the idea of doing something with
Chris Sabo. Just look at that!! I'm thinking The Chris Sabo Knife Fight Challenge. It could lend itself to some excellent bad photoshopping - and let's be honest here: I love bad photoshopping.
So the ED2/AOD fest is still happening on Monday. 8 pm at The Balcony at The Troc. Let me know if you're coming.
Ok, so quite a few people interested in the baseball blog. Now we need a sweet name - I'm quite open to suggestions. Drew and Lou keep making suggestions, but they're kinda bad. Drew, for instance, just suggested "backbackbackbackbackback.blogspot.com." Doesn't help that we just got back from Chickie's and Pete's where he imbibed several (ok, 943) dollar drafts. So far, McGrath, Leo, and Hogan have expressed interest - anyone else? Rick, I couldn't tell if you wanted to or not. Stop leaving such cryptic comments.
The other fun thing I've got here is a post back from my livejournal days. (I don't wanna post the pic again, but
here it is again in case you missed it.) When Lou and I were living in our autonomous collective on Second Bernard during our sophomore year, we came up with the idea for a conservative punk band (inspired and/or preceded by
this site, I think - it's hard to remember if our idea came before or after we saw that site) and came up with a bunch of song titles. Some of them are pretty good.
"right (wing) is right" (or "right (wing) is might, we're not sure.)
"line my pockets"
"god save the bushes"
"anarchy in the u.k. set a bad fiscal precedent"
"tax cuts, big bucks"
"we love minorities (over easy)"
"your labor, my nest egg"
"janitorial work is below me, want a job?"
"drill 'em all (the wilderness)"
"blood for oil sounds fine to me"
Ah yes, how I miss the autonomous collective...
So I was thinking about my idea for starting a new blog, and I think I want to start a baseball one. I don't want it be
necessarily a serious or silly blog, but just want something entertaining and fun to write and read. I'ma need some help, though.
Lou and
Drew said they would contribute, but I know there's more baseball fans out there. (Leo and Skippy, I'm looking at you.) Ask friends, whatever. Let me know.
Also,
Evil Dead 2 and
Army of Darkness. I'm just sayin.
10 cent wings can only mean one thing: I'm already feeling it and will continue to feel it well into tomorrow. Woot.
So I've been pondering either starting a new blog or converting this one into a group blog, just because the idea of a group blog seems fun to me. Anyone interested/have a topic (mine was random and stupid celebrity shit, mostly C-list celebrities, but I don't know about all that)?
These guys inspired me. That seems like how it should be done. Let me know.
Also, Wikipedia rules. I saw in someone's livejournal that they typed in their birthday and a bunch of fun stuff came up. I knew that I had the
same birthday as
the unnamable one, but was astounded to find out I shared with Mumia Abu-Jamal, Shirley MacLaine, Cedric the Entertainer, Chipper Jones, Carlos Beltran, and Kelly Clarkson, among others. It also marked the death of Willa Cather and Estee Lauder, is the traditional date ascribed to the entrance of the Greek's horse into Troy, and was when
The Ratz was knighted or whatever it is they do in the Catholic Church.
Speaking of which, on my birthday, they're showing BOTH
Evil Dead 2 AND
Army of Darkness at the Balcony at the Troc. THREE MOTHERFUCKING DOLLARS!! And that even goes towards a drink or snack! Let me know if you want in.
Alright, shameless self-promotion now over.
Man, there were so many drunk people here last night that even I feel hungover. Oh Sunday.
I'm so sick of all this bullshit. Everywhere. I see it piling up around me and it's getting harder to see the light over the top of rank, festering stacks. It used to be easy to just step over it, get to the other side of the road where the sun was shining and the breeze was blowing the sweet smells of the budding trees and blossoming flowers. I didn't used to have this problem, this inability to tune it out, to remember my umbrella when the shit storms came.
I just want everything to be settled. I want one thing in my life to rely on, one thing. I think I have it, but I want to be a hundred percent sure again. And I wish I could tell if I was or what it would take to make me feel I was.
On a completely unrelated note, long-distance relationships suck balls. That is all.
Oh, how I miss my freshman year livejournal. I could make posts like this and not fear reprimand or abuse at the hands of the millions who visit this shithole every day. (Billions?)
Har.
I like reading
Free Darko. It's an NBA blog written by way, way overeducated people that has some hilarious insight into the game. Personally, I think the NBA is garbage and I can't watch a whole game without wanting to shoot myself, but the storylines are fantastic. It's the new wrestling, if you ask me, and it can feel even more scripted at times.
Degrassi is turning
Lou and
Gwen into zombies. I walked in front of the t.v. a moment ago on my way to the basement, said something inane and pointless about whatever was happening (as I am wont to do), and went downstairs to do my laundry. While I was down there, they looked at each other and wondered what was making all that racket downstairs. When I came back up, they were completely confounded. Spinner and Manny just have that effect on people, I guess. So hypnotic. (As a p.s. to that story,
Drew just came home and as I heard him coming up the stairs (quickly), he was saying loudly, "Degrassi is on!" Oh, Uber Street.)
They Might Be Giants are good, for anyone keeping score at home.
UCLA won their game tonight, which means I win some cool cash for winning our pool. Thanks guys. I haven't seen you play until tonight, but you have no idea how much it means to me that we're on the same page like this. Much love, Bruins.
Lou and I went over to the fabulous Blue and Gold Dining Commons tonight to partake in a gorgefest known as all you can eat pancakes. There were lots of drunk people screaming and the theater kids were sitting right next to us making a huge ruckus about gahd-knows-what, but Lou and I both ate 12 pancakes (he actually had 12 and a half) and a waffle. I'm, ah, kinda full. My sinuses are packed with pancake and my mucus membranes have been replaced by syrup. And you know what? I'm totally okay with that.
Looked at some more apartments today. Found one that I really loved and that The Girl said she liked too (the online representation, at least), so we'll see how that goes. New posts over at
the apartment blog, so feel free to shout at me and help me get more bling. Because I need bling real hard if I'm gonna live in West Philly.
I have another interview with
the PIRGs' publication department on Friday, which I'm quite excited about. Woo jobs!
I'm gonna go pass out now. Not enough sleep ever.
