I actually have a really good twenty-second birthday. And look at me go! Post number three. I can't believe I'm actually doing this blogging thing again... to an extent. Ah well. >.o
Anyway, my birthday... Justin got me an iPod Nano... which is weird, because I'm anti-iPod, but oh well! Music is my loyal friend; it'll never let me down. So of course I wouldn't refuse.
I think tonight at the bar with Justin, Branden, Vicky, Brandon, and Matt was one of the best nights I've had in a long time.
Oh man, while we were driving there, we drove under this bridge that has color-changing lights on it. It's really fancy. Our tax dollars at work, you know? Building LED light bridges. Anyway, I was complaining about it, and Matt reached up from the back seat, poked me, and goes "Hey, man, it tells the bridge's mood, man" in this stoner voice, and I about wrecked my car from laughing so hard. I seriously haven't heard anything that funny in my LIFE. I'm going to dream about it tonight. Hehe.
Okay, bedtime. >>
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Hmm...
I can't figure out how to change this hideous layout. It's really quite annoying.
Oh well, I guess it'll remain polkadotted even though I hate polkadots.
Anyway, there really is nothing new to report about my life. SSDD, as they say. All I can say is that sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in bills. Actually, if bills were water, I would be drowning in them. It's a real SLOF [it's probably good that you don't know what that abbreviation stands for >>], let me tell you. It's kind of ironic. When you're a kid, all you can think about is moving out and away from your parents; when you're older and you move out and experience firsthand just how badly screwed up the American way is, then you want to move back home and be too young to understand it all again. I know that that's how it is with me. Morosely cynical, I know, but I just can't help myself sometimes.
I haven't really "blogged" in a few years. I used to do it a lot when I was a teenager. I think it's actually more of a kid's toy than a toy for adults. Well, it's also a good way of meeting new people and, for people like my mom and my aunt Wendy, it's good for keeping up with distant family and friends. I would venture to say that blogging is the only free form of communication, except that's a flat-out lie--the internet itself costs money. Imagine, the government owns cyberspace, too. Too bad talking person-to-person to most people costs money as well--you have to travel to see them, and travelling costs money, especially today. Basically, what I think the government is trying to tell us, is that we aren't allowed to do anything besides work and go home. Think I'm wrong? Heh. I told you, the only thing I really believe in is cyncism. Just ask my mom. She'll tell you a thing or two about how long I've been this way.
I try not to sugar-coat things. I try to be real, while oftentimes I'm unrealistic. I exaggerate. But don't we all?
Oh well, I guess it'll remain polkadotted even though I hate polkadots.
Anyway, there really is nothing new to report about my life. SSDD, as they say. All I can say is that sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in bills. Actually, if bills were water, I would be drowning in them. It's a real SLOF [it's probably good that you don't know what that abbreviation stands for >>], let me tell you. It's kind of ironic. When you're a kid, all you can think about is moving out and away from your parents; when you're older and you move out and experience firsthand just how badly screwed up the American way is, then you want to move back home and be too young to understand it all again. I know that that's how it is with me. Morosely cynical, I know, but I just can't help myself sometimes.
I haven't really "blogged" in a few years. I used to do it a lot when I was a teenager. I think it's actually more of a kid's toy than a toy for adults. Well, it's also a good way of meeting new people and, for people like my mom and my aunt Wendy, it's good for keeping up with distant family and friends. I would venture to say that blogging is the only free form of communication, except that's a flat-out lie--the internet itself costs money. Imagine, the government owns cyberspace, too. Too bad talking person-to-person to most people costs money as well--you have to travel to see them, and travelling costs money, especially today. Basically, what I think the government is trying to tell us, is that we aren't allowed to do anything besides work and go home. Think I'm wrong? Heh. I told you, the only thing I really believe in is cyncism. Just ask my mom. She'll tell you a thing or two about how long I've been this way.
I try not to sugar-coat things. I try to be real, while oftentimes I'm unrealistic. I exaggerate. But don't we all?
Monday, July 28, 2008
Hi Mom!
Hi, Mom, I'm at it again. Ha. That's right. I made this for you. And uh... well, I might use it, I might not. No promises! But here I am anyway! n.n
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