In the beginning there was but few sources of online amusement.
At the end there will be far too many.
But now there's just enough where I can squeeze this video in and not look to foolish.
Brought to you by the lovable Chris Cummings
the adorable Javiera Cubillos
and the cunning mastermind who intends to make Chris take the fall should this video not work, yours truly, the D-man.
enjoy or don't, all i ask is that you have fun
w00t!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Love thy Clutch
In the realm of music there are many others who are far more knowledgable than I. But one thing that I like to say is that I know good music above all other types. Realizing this is nothing but my opinion and that everyone else feels the same way about the crap that they listen to I have virtually nothing to back up my argument. The one thing that I do have though is Clutch, and they are more than enough of an arguement for the likes of any naysayers.
The first time I heard of this band was actually the second music video I ever saw in my life. The reason it wasn't the first was because I woke up too early and had the misfortune of catching something by Madonna. In any event it was 1991 and they showed their second full length video on MTV's LOUD (going way back here, right?) LOUD was the only show the video for 'A Shogun Named Marcus' would ever be shown on because it was just that, loud. Angry and visceral, yet humorous and witty, I instantly fell in love with their sound, but as MTV was taken over by pop music they slowly drifted far away in my memory until it was all but lost. I have a terrible memory to begin with and this was when I was in kindergarten.
Well as fate would have it I would rediscover Clutch a full 10 years later as a freshman in high school and after buying their newest CD, Pure Rock Fury, I knew that I had heard them before. Through their excellent website: http://pro-rock.com/, I saw the music video once more and it was as though a door to my inner child had been unlocked and opened for me to see.
Though they began dark and depraved, their latest albums have noted a comedown in their pure tenacity to mix with an influx of the blues, and I say there is no instrument better designed for some good fucking music than a Hammond Organ. Give them a look see or die
w00t!
The first time I heard of this band was actually the second music video I ever saw in my life. The reason it wasn't the first was because I woke up too early and had the misfortune of catching something by Madonna. In any event it was 1991 and they showed their second full length video on MTV's LOUD (going way back here, right?) LOUD was the only show the video for 'A Shogun Named Marcus' would ever be shown on because it was just that, loud. Angry and visceral, yet humorous and witty, I instantly fell in love with their sound, but as MTV was taken over by pop music they slowly drifted far away in my memory until it was all but lost. I have a terrible memory to begin with and this was when I was in kindergarten.
Well as fate would have it I would rediscover Clutch a full 10 years later as a freshman in high school and after buying their newest CD, Pure Rock Fury, I knew that I had heard them before. Through their excellent website: http://pro-rock.com/, I saw the music video once more and it was as though a door to my inner child had been unlocked and opened for me to see.
Though they began dark and depraved, their latest albums have noted a comedown in their pure tenacity to mix with an influx of the blues, and I say there is no instrument better designed for some good fucking music than a Hammond Organ. Give them a look see or die
w00t!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Much like Highlander
THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!!!!
Recently I had the debate as to which is the best kind of M&M's and the results can be shocking.
This, my friends, is the way M&M's are power ranked:
1.) Peanut butter
2.) Dark Chocolate
3.) Milk Chocolate
4.) Crunchy
5.) Minis
6.) Peanut
7.) Dark Chocolate Peanut
8.) Almond
9.) Specialty M&M's
Currently I have a jar of Dark Chocolate sitting on my desk, but as soon as I get out to CVS to claim the rest of the bags of M&M's (hooray after holiday candy sales) IT SHALL BE PEANUT BUTTERIZED, Which also means I'm going to have to start drinking more milk, but I take the good with the great. I'd love to see any comments debating the rankings, but THEY ARE STATIC!! After all this is my blog, damnit.
http://mms.com/us/
If you have the chance I highly recommend getting your own personalized bag before you get.....
w00t!
Recently I had the debate as to which is the best kind of M&M's and the results can be shocking.
This, my friends, is the way M&M's are power ranked:
1.) Peanut butter
2.) Dark Chocolate
3.) Milk Chocolate
4.) Crunchy
5.) Minis
6.) Peanut
7.) Dark Chocolate Peanut
8.) Almond
9.) Specialty M&M's
Currently I have a jar of Dark Chocolate sitting on my desk, but as soon as I get out to CVS to claim the rest of the bags of M&M's (hooray after holiday candy sales) IT SHALL BE PEANUT BUTTERIZED, Which also means I'm going to have to start drinking more milk, but I take the good with the great. I'd love to see any comments debating the rankings, but THEY ARE STATIC!! After all this is my blog, damnit.
http://mms.com/us/
If you have the chance I highly recommend getting your own personalized bag before you get.....
w00t!
It's more fun than watching the olympics....
unless you're watching women's beach volleyball of course. This election has been funny as hell as well as exciting. I am glad that I got to be a part of the democratic process.
(oh yeah, check out his pimpin' majesty)
GOBAMA!!!
(oh yeah, check out his pimpin' majesty)w00t!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Ode to my lover, gone now she is
7 blogs in and it doesn't even matter because no one in the class should bother to read the dumb shit that I write, but if you do read just 1 blog entry from me, make it this one.
Recently those I have the pleasure of having classes with may have noticed a few days of consecutive skipping I pulled and as my classmates I feel I owe you an explanation; and with it some valuable life lessons.
My freshman year I started dating a girl from back home as something I thought would be a short lived fling, but little did I know that she would soon become the only person I have ever loved more than myself, and no one will ever know just how big of a deal it is for me to say something like that.
Meaghan quickly became my everythig and though she was back home we talked every night for at least an hour, or so it went for the better part of three years. In that time we fell madly in love with each other and had so many great times with our friends and families but especially with each other. She loved just to be around me and it was amazing for me to have someone as awesome as her care so much for my idiot self.
Our relationship was odd but better than any other couple I have ever met or heard of, I had always imagined that we would be together and even though I think marriage is a sham, I could have easily tied the knot with her.
Sadly it was never meant to be. A terrible disease she was born with, Cystic Fibrosis,(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cystic_fibrosis) had been slowly killing her from her first breath. Before we started dating, during our junior year of high school, (we went to separate high schools) she recieved a double lung transplant which added almost 4 more years to her life.
Even with the new lungs rejection occurs, she was taking 22 pills every day to keep her body from attacking her lungs, but those who recieve transplants also become highly susceptible to infections. I got news on Thursday, oct. 9th she was in the hospital with pneumonia in both lungs. She was a frequent flyer in hospitals and I was never allowed to visit her when she was in one, her rules not mine. I tried to put it out of my mind but sleep never came that night. Then at 6 pm on Friday I got the news that she had died (at my job of all fucking places).
I have suffered through the loss of friends prior to this, but nothing I had ever imagined happening could have prepared me for the torment and anguish I still feel. I know now what true pain is. Nothing you can possibly imagine is as hard as the loss of the one person you love the most in life. If i had a choice I would have rather been tortured in Hell for every minute of every day of my life because at least then I would know at some point the pain would stop. Three weeks after the funeral I can already tell I will never be the same again.
I am not the only person who suffered through her loss. Our friends and especially her family (Meaghan was an only child) have not had to deal with a blow this hard ever. But there in lies the silver lining of such a ferocious storm cloud, because there was not one moment where people were not helping others through this shit storm. We told all the stories she never wanted her family to know to them. We laughed, we cried, and we gave her the best fucking Irish send off I have ever experienced five nights in a row.
And that brings me to the lessons I have promised, that only a person who has experienced the worst can really ever know.
1.) Treasure every single friend you make. Drifting apart just because you no longer see someone in the halls everyday is NOT an acceptable excuse to stop talking to them, especially with today's communication technologies, because you never know when you will need a strong shoulder to cry on.
2.) Squander no opportunity. Don't put off what can be done today just because you can do it tomorrow. The sun will always rise tomorrow, you may not.
3.) Find the good in every person. Life is too short to make enemies just because you can.
4.) When tragedy strikes keep yourself busy. Go to the place you came from, your friends will keep you occupied by day and get you drunk at night, and for the first few days that is all anyone really needs.
5.) And most importantly, if you know someone who has lost a person recently go out of your way to accomodate them and be nice to them and keep reminding them you are there for them no matter what. It means more than you'll ever know.
That being said you can all now understand why I chose not to be in class, I was too busy remembering the good times with friends and family, exactly where I beloonged. I would have liked to have stayed for the remander of this year as well, but I would have gone mad dropping this term so close to the end, especially during my last year.
I continue to live day to day, some are good, some are bad, but all are better with my new outlook on life. My only wish is that all of you, who are fortunate enough to read this, find some one who loves you as fully and completely as my Meggers loved me. The 2 years 10 months and 10 days were the best of my life and it's all thanks to her.
Farewell my sweets, the whole world is darker and colder without your glowing warmth...
MAG
6.25.87 - 10.10.08
Recently those I have the pleasure of having classes with may have noticed a few days of consecutive skipping I pulled and as my classmates I feel I owe you an explanation; and with it some valuable life lessons.
My freshman year I started dating a girl from back home as something I thought would be a short lived fling, but little did I know that she would soon become the only person I have ever loved more than myself, and no one will ever know just how big of a deal it is for me to say something like that.
Meaghan quickly became my everythig and though she was back home we talked every night for at least an hour, or so it went for the better part of three years. In that time we fell madly in love with each other and had so many great times with our friends and families but especially with each other. She loved just to be around me and it was amazing for me to have someone as awesome as her care so much for my idiot self.
Our relationship was odd but better than any other couple I have ever met or heard of, I had always imagined that we would be together and even though I think marriage is a sham, I could have easily tied the knot with her.
Sadly it was never meant to be. A terrible disease she was born with, Cystic Fibrosis,(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cystic_fibrosis) had been slowly killing her from her first breath. Before we started dating, during our junior year of high school, (we went to separate high schools) she recieved a double lung transplant which added almost 4 more years to her life.
Even with the new lungs rejection occurs, she was taking 22 pills every day to keep her body from attacking her lungs, but those who recieve transplants also become highly susceptible to infections. I got news on Thursday, oct. 9th she was in the hospital with pneumonia in both lungs. She was a frequent flyer in hospitals and I was never allowed to visit her when she was in one, her rules not mine. I tried to put it out of my mind but sleep never came that night. Then at 6 pm on Friday I got the news that she had died (at my job of all fucking places).
I have suffered through the loss of friends prior to this, but nothing I had ever imagined happening could have prepared me for the torment and anguish I still feel. I know now what true pain is. Nothing you can possibly imagine is as hard as the loss of the one person you love the most in life. If i had a choice I would have rather been tortured in Hell for every minute of every day of my life because at least then I would know at some point the pain would stop. Three weeks after the funeral I can already tell I will never be the same again.
I am not the only person who suffered through her loss. Our friends and especially her family (Meaghan was an only child) have not had to deal with a blow this hard ever. But there in lies the silver lining of such a ferocious storm cloud, because there was not one moment where people were not helping others through this shit storm. We told all the stories she never wanted her family to know to them. We laughed, we cried, and we gave her the best fucking Irish send off I have ever experienced five nights in a row.
And that brings me to the lessons I have promised, that only a person who has experienced the worst can really ever know.
1.) Treasure every single friend you make. Drifting apart just because you no longer see someone in the halls everyday is NOT an acceptable excuse to stop talking to them, especially with today's communication technologies, because you never know when you will need a strong shoulder to cry on.
2.) Squander no opportunity. Don't put off what can be done today just because you can do it tomorrow. The sun will always rise tomorrow, you may not.
3.) Find the good in every person. Life is too short to make enemies just because you can.
4.) When tragedy strikes keep yourself busy. Go to the place you came from, your friends will keep you occupied by day and get you drunk at night, and for the first few days that is all anyone really needs.
5.) And most importantly, if you know someone who has lost a person recently go out of your way to accomodate them and be nice to them and keep reminding them you are there for them no matter what. It means more than you'll ever know.
That being said you can all now understand why I chose not to be in class, I was too busy remembering the good times with friends and family, exactly where I beloonged. I would have liked to have stayed for the remander of this year as well, but I would have gone mad dropping this term so close to the end, especially during my last year.
I continue to live day to day, some are good, some are bad, but all are better with my new outlook on life. My only wish is that all of you, who are fortunate enough to read this, find some one who loves you as fully and completely as my Meggers loved me. The 2 years 10 months and 10 days were the best of my life and it's all thanks to her.
Farewell my sweets, the whole world is darker and colder without your glowing warmth...
MAG
6.25.87 - 10.10.08
Monday, October 27, 2008
LMFsAO
The 's' stands for skinny.
In all the glory of this current presidential election, it is important that people do not forget the deliciousness of hometown politics. I am talking of course about the election for the third congressional district election betwixt incumbent Phil English and political rookie and mother of 5 Kathy Dahlkemper. I have had the privilege of meeting both candidates on more than one occasion due to my classes spring term '08 and my extremely interesting internship with WJET (Action News 24 this is Tim how can I help you?)
Now I will say this and y'all can be thankful or upset that I am not eligible to vote for this election, Phil English is a terrible person. I would not trust him with my garbage, let alone my congressional voice and yet this 3rd district that I am currently a prisoner of has kept him in office for 14 years. I feel as though Erie was on a downhill slope when I came here as a freshman and has really just continued on that same path for four years. I feel as though someone should have said 'WTF has Phil English done for us lately?' yet no one has.
Kathy Dahlkemper is a swift kick in the nuts to politics as it has been generally excepted I feel. For one she's not a huge fat old white guy, just in case you hadn't noticed, which i believe is a huge and rampant problem in today's political scene. Also she has done a lot of good for Erie and surrounding areas just because (http://www.leaferie.org/). I wish more people like her would stand up to incumbent, incredibly fat, cats (the placement of commas is meant to be that way I assure you) and take care of things that matter to the entire locale like cleaning up the lake and fighting against tire plants and such.
I believe, after watching the debate between the two at WQLN last thursday, that English is desparate and knows his time in office is growing short, which is why his advertisements have grown more ridiculous by the day.
That one is hilarious in my opinion.
In any event I have faith that the people of Northwestern PA will make the right choice come Nov. 4th, at least on the local level.
(PA doesn't need PE, lets get some KD up in this shit)
w00t!
In all the glory of this current presidential election, it is important that people do not forget the deliciousness of hometown politics. I am talking of course about the election for the third congressional district election betwixt incumbent Phil English and political rookie and mother of 5 Kathy Dahlkemper. I have had the privilege of meeting both candidates on more than one occasion due to my classes spring term '08 and my extremely interesting internship with WJET (Action News 24 this is Tim how can I help you?)
Now I will say this and y'all can be thankful or upset that I am not eligible to vote for this election, Phil English is a terrible person. I would not trust him with my garbage, let alone my congressional voice and yet this 3rd district that I am currently a prisoner of has kept him in office for 14 years. I feel as though Erie was on a downhill slope when I came here as a freshman and has really just continued on that same path for four years. I feel as though someone should have said 'WTF has Phil English done for us lately?' yet no one has.
Kathy Dahlkemper is a swift kick in the nuts to politics as it has been generally excepted I feel. For one she's not a huge fat old white guy, just in case you hadn't noticed, which i believe is a huge and rampant problem in today's political scene. Also she has done a lot of good for Erie and surrounding areas just because (http://www.leaferie.org/). I wish more people like her would stand up to incumbent, incredibly fat, cats (the placement of commas is meant to be that way I assure you) and take care of things that matter to the entire locale like cleaning up the lake and fighting against tire plants and such.
I believe, after watching the debate between the two at WQLN last thursday, that English is desparate and knows his time in office is growing short, which is why his advertisements have grown more ridiculous by the day.
That one is hilarious in my opinion.
In any event I have faith that the people of Northwestern PA will make the right choice come Nov. 4th, at least on the local level.
(PA doesn't need PE, lets get some KD up in this shit)
w00t!
All is quiet on the North Eastern Front
Love Erie or hate it, everyone who has spent a month or more in this city can easily agree on one thing. ERIE RADIO SUCKS!!!
I dare you to disagree with me on this one, but in my opinion (and this is a bulleted list so I won't ramble)
-Country music is shit
-Christian radio should be abolished
-a city with more than 3 classic rock stations should never exist
-'Oldies' stations are past their primes (Lolz)
-Stations like Bob FM blow
-College radio is too unreliable
The only decent radio stations that Erie gets are the highly scrambled deligts that flow down from our hockey playing, beer swilling neighbors to the north, and even then the christian contemporary stations interfere with those signals.
I tell my friends who come to visit every once in awhile just to bring an iPod or good selection of cd's, because short of sunday mornings when 90.5 has the acoustic brunch, there is nothing worth listening to.
Some might say that I am just intolerant of other people's musical likings and to them I say 'No shit.' In fact to describe the type of music I actually do enjoy isn't too difficult. I believe that the 1990's was the epitome of what humans are just about capable of with modern bands consisting of guitars, drums, a bass or two and some vocals. I enjoy indy rap and the classics from the late 80's and early 90's. Pop music died with Jacko's Neverland ordeal and country music is just too painful on the eardrums to be heard. If I wanted to be preached to and told I'm going to hell, i would go to church, but seeing as how I don't the question comes up as to why I or anyone else would want to listen to that crap while they are driving to or from work, the grocery store, etc.
Here is a list of all the blunders that Citadel and others have allowed to disfigure this once fair musical city. Enjoy, and count how many things you utterly despise that you see.
http://www.ontheradio.net/metro/erie_pa.aspx
I'll w00t! this when someone concurs, or tells me that I'm a blabbering idiot
I dare you to disagree with me on this one, but in my opinion (and this is a bulleted list so I won't ramble)
-Country music is shit
-Christian radio should be abolished
-a city with more than 3 classic rock stations should never exist
-'Oldies' stations are past their primes (Lolz)
-Stations like Bob FM blow
-College radio is too unreliable
The only decent radio stations that Erie gets are the highly scrambled deligts that flow down from our hockey playing, beer swilling neighbors to the north, and even then the christian contemporary stations interfere with those signals.
I tell my friends who come to visit every once in awhile just to bring an iPod or good selection of cd's, because short of sunday mornings when 90.5 has the acoustic brunch, there is nothing worth listening to.
Some might say that I am just intolerant of other people's musical likings and to them I say 'No shit.' In fact to describe the type of music I actually do enjoy isn't too difficult. I believe that the 1990's was the epitome of what humans are just about capable of with modern bands consisting of guitars, drums, a bass or two and some vocals. I enjoy indy rap and the classics from the late 80's and early 90's. Pop music died with Jacko's Neverland ordeal and country music is just too painful on the eardrums to be heard. If I wanted to be preached to and told I'm going to hell, i would go to church, but seeing as how I don't the question comes up as to why I or anyone else would want to listen to that crap while they are driving to or from work, the grocery store, etc.
Here is a list of all the blunders that Citadel and others have allowed to disfigure this once fair musical city. Enjoy, and count how many things you utterly despise that you see.
http://www.ontheradio.net/metro/erie_pa.aspx
I'll w00t! this when someone concurs, or tells me that I'm a blabbering idiot
Good golly Miss Molly
For as long as I can remember I have loathed politics. The tedious upkeep on what public figure said what about who, or what old ass white guy was caught with drugs or in some form of a sex scandal was enough to keep me convinced to stay away from the stress and headaches that paying attention to such nonsense would surely bring. However after the last 8 years of unrelenting governmental pooch screwing (awesome visual, I know) it dawned on me that there was an acceptable level of being informed. Watch a debate here and there, pick up tidbits on NPR and other mostly unbiased news sources and I was good. I still feel as though I could never trust anyone who was paid solely to make false promises and lie in public. It makes me think of Sprint's newest ad campaigns, I believe most people are familiar with them.
In any event the real reason I write this entry is in response to the Palin Biden debate that happened a few weeks ago. I am willing to bet the majority of my tuition bills that one of these two people will some day be president of this great nation, not because I want them to be, but because I don't believe either of the actual presidential candidates are going to live for more than two years in office (unless Obama really does start turning things around (fingers crossed)).
In any event the real reason I write this entry is in response to the Palin Biden debate that happened a few weeks ago. I am willing to bet the majority of my tuition bills that one of these two people will some day be president of this great nation, not because I want them to be, but because I don't believe either of the actual presidential candidates are going to live for more than two years in office (unless Obama really does start turning things around (fingers crossed)).
After watching the debate though I would definitely have to cast my vote for Biden, who clearly looked to have won the debate, but also doing it with an air of confidence and ease. If he were on an independent ballot i would probably vote for him outright, but alas, we should not be so lucky.
uber republican pwnage (I'm an indy, don't be hatin')
w00t!
What do I care?
I can imagine with most people that getting into the habit of writing a blog isn't such a hard task, but for me it is. It is harder for me to continuously update this blog on a regular, schedueled basis than it is to get into the habit of flossing after every meal (yeah, I just whipped out that analogy). It makes no sense to me at all considering how long I spend in front of a computer each day (1-3 hours depending on the mood I'm in) that I can't spend 20 minutes to write a new entry. Oh well, its the exact same as when I attepmted to keep a journal, only now I'm being graded on it and not just feeling guilty for not doing it.
That being said, please don't judge me if I write over a dozen articles in the timeline of three or four days (those grades don't earn themselves).
w00t!
That being said, please don't judge me if I write over a dozen articles in the timeline of three or four days (those grades don't earn themselves).
w00t!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The joys of precipitation
No matter what it is, I find that I sleep the best when there is some kind of crap falling out of the sky. It might be odd, but the last few days that we have had rain here in Erie, I have slept through the whole night and woken up feeling great. When I dwell on the subject I think of all the times I've gotten a good night''s sleep its usually because it is either raining or snowing. Maybe there is some kind of pressure thing that rain brings, or maybe it's just the sound of rain on the roof, but whatever it is, I wouldn't mind rain at least once a week now that i have it figured out. It also made me think of this song/video by Garbage, enjoy.
Although I will say rain ruins any of my outdoor plans, so I'm only happy when it rains when I'm about to hit the sack.
Although I will say rain ruins any of my outdoor plans, so I'm only happy when it rains when I'm about to hit the sack.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Work hard for the money
In the wise words of a certain B. Deets, "Hibbity, Hibbity"
I work this year as part of my own program to acquaint myself with the so called 'Real World' which is something that looms ever closer over the head of any senior at school, or so I believe. Now I do work, but not in any conventional fast food joint or restaurant where I make ends meat by means of tips.
My job is far more amazing than anything so plain, and why not? I am the coolest kid I know and it takes one hell of a cool kid to work at a Fireworks and Ninja Supply store.
Yup, you read that last sentence right, I possess the ultimate, non porn related, guy job. You go to work and deal with annoying customers who hound you for one thing or another while I spend my days dealing with the sleep depraved maniacs and indecisive mothers that pass their time on I-90. Of course when I hit a lull, something that happens more often than not, I get to swing around swords, play with stun guns or better yet, go blow shit up in the parking lot.
What more could a growing boy ask for? However on exceptionally slow days, like today in fact is, I kill time online by blogging or watching movies or catch up on reading for classes (Haha, yeah right).
Now this entry was never meant as an attack on my readers or other people because their jobs are dead ends and I want to make them feel bad. No, this is a wake up call to tell you that if you're not happy with what you're doing, then quit and find something else. Well, maybe find something else and then quit, but regardless I bet there is a good for everyone out there that they would enjoy over some of the other things they've done.
Now get out there and find your own fireworks/ninja supply store!
I work this year as part of my own program to acquaint myself with the so called 'Real World' which is something that looms ever closer over the head of any senior at school, or so I believe. Now I do work, but not in any conventional fast food joint or restaurant where I make ends meat by means of tips.
My job is far more amazing than anything so plain, and why not? I am the coolest kid I know and it takes one hell of a cool kid to work at a Fireworks and Ninja Supply store.
Yup, you read that last sentence right, I possess the ultimate, non porn related, guy job. You go to work and deal with annoying customers who hound you for one thing or another while I spend my days dealing with the sleep depraved maniacs and indecisive mothers that pass their time on I-90. Of course when I hit a lull, something that happens more often than not, I get to swing around swords, play with stun guns or better yet, go blow shit up in the parking lot.
What more could a growing boy ask for? However on exceptionally slow days, like today in fact is, I kill time online by blogging or watching movies or catch up on reading for classes (Haha, yeah right).
Now this entry was never meant as an attack on my readers or other people because their jobs are dead ends and I want to make them feel bad. No, this is a wake up call to tell you that if you're not happy with what you're doing, then quit and find something else. Well, maybe find something else and then quit, but regardless I bet there is a good for everyone out there that they would enjoy over some of the other things they've done.
Now get out there and find your own fireworks/ninja supply store!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
What's good in the Erie hood
I came, I saw, I chilled the fuck out.
That's right, rocking the socks off of Erie, Pa during the senior year of college.
Setting up this whole blog thing is a tid bit on the ridiculous side, but who can whine about doing things like this for a 400 level course.
The word transparency comes to mind, as this is the first blog I have ever done. Blog, what a stoopid word, I wonder who coined the term and why that person is allowed to have access to the internet still.
Schmeehnehmehneh
Its balls ass hot in this library room and there's still another hour left in class. I can't wait for the fall to finally come, but wish we could just skip the damn winter, when the hell is global warming going to kick in anyway?
I may choose to write down more of my less twisted thoughts in the future, but only time can tell.
Until then, go outside or read a book and don't let the internet and especially Youtube consume you, it's not a healthy way to live, Damnit.
That's right, rocking the socks off of Erie, Pa during the senior year of college.
Setting up this whole blog thing is a tid bit on the ridiculous side, but who can whine about doing things like this for a 400 level course.
The word transparency comes to mind, as this is the first blog I have ever done. Blog, what a stoopid word, I wonder who coined the term and why that person is allowed to have access to the internet still.
Schmeehnehmehneh
Its balls ass hot in this library room and there's still another hour left in class. I can't wait for the fall to finally come, but wish we could just skip the damn winter, when the hell is global warming going to kick in anyway?
I may choose to write down more of my less twisted thoughts in the future, but only time can tell.
Until then, go outside or read a book and don't let the internet and especially Youtube consume you, it's not a healthy way to live, Damnit.
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