Ausgetzeichnet!

Es ist spät, und ich bin müde, aber jetzt bin ich einundzwanzig Jahren alt! Was soll ich heute machen? Ich habe Ultimate Frisbee um halb zehn diese Nacht, aber was noch? Vielleicht werde ich ein bißchen Bier trinken, dann Murphy's und Legends besuchen, und dann... Keine Ahnung. Wir werden sehen.

- = Whatever rocks your yacht = -

Ein großes Geburtstag Monat

Die erste war meinen Vaters Geburtstag, heute ist meine Muttis Geburtstag, und Samstag ist mein Geburtstag.

- = Jawohl = -

Re-post II - Spinal Growth

Posted this in a Shout Out on Val's page:

In response to Eric's criticism of my critisism of Jeff's girlfriendless status excuse:

"So many people come up with so many damn excuses as to why they don't go after that pretty girl at the bookstore, or the hot chick in your philo class. "I don't know her - I don't want to be rude - I have nothing to say - She's probably screwing the football captain".

Grow a fucking spine, people. Yeah, it's not easy, but just do it. JUST FUCKING DO IT. If it doesn't turn out well, your life will not end, the Earth will not stop spinning, and life as we know it will continue.

There may be a couple moments of akwardness or embarassment. That's it. If you can't stand the two seconds it takes to apologize to a girl who doesn't want your attention, you're pretty much s.o.l. anyway. If you're truly that spineless, then I never want to hear you whine about how you don't have a girlfriend ever again."

- = It's all good = -

Re-post

Posted this in a "Poke_the_bLOB" on Eric's site, but I feel that it needs more publicized recognition:

In response to saying the girls prefer guys with "guts":

I think I've noticed a lot of girls going for guys who treat them more or less like dirt. A guy acts like an ass and the women throw themselves on him. Then they're all complaining about how their boyfriend is an bastard, and they wish they could find a nice guy. But then they find a nice guy, but since he doesn't have "guts" and treat her like dirt, she doesn't want him.

- = Just my .02 = -

Suitemate Story

So I go to bed much earlier than usual tonight. Really quite tired, thought I'd take a late nap/get much more sleep than usual.

At 1:40 am I'm awakened by what sounds like a power drill in the hallway. Loud annoying sound for about 20 seconds, stop. Loud sound, stop. Loud sound, stop. Then some water running, loud sound, stop.

So I realize that this pain in the ass noise is coming from my own bathroom, where my dipshit of a suitemate is doing God only knows what. As this continues for another 5 minutes, I figure he's in there either cutting up a corpse with some sort of power turkey carver, or he's got some loud ass blender going.

So I go in there after he leaves and forgets to turn the damned light off for the four billionth fucking time. I find a blender on the middle of my fucking counter. And most of a head of lettuce that looks it's been bored into by some sort of parasitic lettuce worm.

Mike always asks why I don't just go over there and talk to him. Well, because 1) I'd really like to refrain from having the displeasure of meeting this son of a bitch, and 2) because I think it would be common courtesy to refrain from running blenders less than 10 feet from where I'm sleeping at 1:40 am.

- = Hold me = -

Ooh

When the cold medicine box says twelve hours, they mean twelve hours. And when you can't find anything on the box that even hints at non-drowsiness, they mean "this medicine will make reality seem fuzzy".

- = Earth First - Make Mars our Bitch = -

Getting a Cold

Break went well. Packers kicked ass yesterday. Profs are already starting to cram as much new material into lecture as they can before finals. Still hate my suitemate. Son of a bitch was using my sink in the bathroom yesterday for no apparent reason.

I'd definitely pull the old shaving cream, manilla envelope and textbook prank if it wasn't for the fact that he's some crazy ass 300 pound asian guy.

- = This drawing is not to scale... Nor is it exciting... = -