| So this is probably going to be one of those weeks where I just don't
sleep at all. And I've come to a few conclusions while watching Night of the Living Dead, the color one made in 1990.
1. Movie producers for zombie flicks should be shot, now.
Now, as funny (and sometimes good) as the zombie flicks are, I hate it
when the characters are saying, "What's going on?" I don't know if
it's just me or if these people haven't seen or heard of any zombie
flick before the year of 1995. Instead of saying, "Hey look! It's my
dead great uncle, Randy, and he needs to be shot in the head because
he's walking again. Look at that decomposition, I wonder what's eating
at him today;" they say: "OMG! WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY IS THAT GUY STILL
STANDING AFTER I SHOT HIM TWICE IN THE HEART? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO
DO?! LET'S LOCK OURSELVES UP SOMEWHERE BECAUSE THEY'RE REALLY SLOW AND
WE CAN BOARD OURSELVES IN AND WAIT UNTIL SOME HELP ARRIVES! OH NOES!
ONE JUST BIT JIMMY!!!11! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? JIMMY?! WAIT, WHAT
THE F---?!" And thus the story ends while everyone gets eaten alive by
the infamous Jimmy because he turns into a zombie and everyone else are
stupid fucktards who deserve to die because, well, they need to keep up
with the news. Maybe the Guide to Zombies book should appear magically
in one; because that's how things role. "Hey look, a book that might
help!" But I guess stupidity makes a good movie. Look at Will
Farrell. He can scream something completely mundane and everyone loves
him for it.
2. Stepstools
This doesn't relate to the horrible zombie flick I just watched, but I
need a stepstool. I are too short to reach a lot of things. I've come
up with this conclusion while trying to turn off the lights at the
U-Scan area in Dillons. Jeremy was changin' out me moneys and told me
to turn off the lights. That was no bueno, for I can barely reach
them. I feel so short. I am short. And damn proud of it.
Topics 3 and 4 (over Religion and Politics respectively) have been omited.
5. Dreams
I keep having this dream where I can't open my mouth at all. I don't
know if I broke it, but I have some sort of growth keeping my jaws in a
position where I can't open my mouth very wide. You have no idea how
good it feels to wake up and open my mouth.
6. A fond farewell to 2006.
I won't (or will) forget you. Let's take a recap and see what happened in 2006:
-The Muse Concert rocked my face off.
-Accidentally went to Salina instead of going straight to the Music Festival
-I went to the Bleeding Kansas Music Festival, payed 40 dollars and
didn't know who any of the bands were and learned about a few, who I
still listen to today. (i.e.: Keane, Death Cab for Cutie, Appleseed
Cast, Broken Social Scene, Chromeo, and a few others)
-Ashley calling me randomly one night saying, "I hit a deer. I may need help. I'll call you back."
-Alyssa moved.
-Amanda, Alyssa, and I graduated.
-Ashley turned 16.
-My Dad moved to Houston.
-I got drunk for the first time. (Telling my mother about my first
party got the reaction of: "Oh thank God! You're not as big of a nerd
as I thought you were!)
-Prom rocked my face off.
-I quit Subway (and I are done with food)
-Started college
-SPAIN!!!!!
-and much, much more. But I will not speak of them, because this is getting too long.
I'll update more later.
Love you all. Muchos Besos. |
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| Okay, so....here's the thing....
I got nothin'.
Well, actually, there is something.
"there's a reason why we're friends..."
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| If it's mono...thanks Ashley!!111!!one! Haha, just kidding. Love you all. I'll give you the update. I get my test results back Monday |
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| I HAVE AN IDEA!!!! Let's go skydiving. I'll post more later. I'm really kinda tired right now. I haven't been sleeping right or something. Maybe it's no music. Maybe it's because...dunno. ADHD moment. Anywho College has been interesting. I'm sitting with a group that sits on a couch and does nothing all day long. Oh God, it's great. I love it. XD Kinda bummed about work though. It's really gone down the drain since I traded classes. I figured 2000 dollars in classes was worth it, especially since I don't have to pay that 2000. ^.^ Who rocks? I rock. Retro credit all the way man. I'm confused...I'll tell you why later. Procrastinators...let's meet tomorrow. I'm gonna go eat my keyboard now. |
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| So Amanda so totally pulled the perfect racist joke on me...
I was talking to her in her car while going to EB Games today, and there was something black on my face. I didn't know where it came from or what it was...so I was wiping it off saying. The conversation goes as follows:
Me: "Dood, there's something black on my face."
Amanda: "Yeah, same here."
Me: "Well, it's kinda genetic."
Amanda: "God you racist fuck, it's charcoal."
Thought I'd let the world know about this funny episode...
Nothing else to report for now.
*IMPORTANT NOTICE*
I'm not racist...Amanda is my best friend and happens to be Indian (two awesome cultures meshed into one). Please don't get the wrong idea... |
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