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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

I sit here and wait for the coffee to steep.

It is finished now.  Jordo bought some mellow joy coffee and it is excellent.  Brings me back a few years.  Back when Josh Deck was a roommate of mine.  My "senior" year.  Who is counting anyway?  The Christmas that was spent with Charles and Joel, the Band of Brothers marathon with Bobby, the occasional pwnage of halo with John and Jon, the huge parties with every imaginable food and every imaginable person in attendance.  Presley house, you have given me quite fond memories. 

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

If I were feeling creative, I would write a post.

There.  I started a post.  That wasn't so bad now that I have it going.  Well what is there to talk about.  Perhaps a fictional account, or an imaginative creation.  Futility is portrayed today.  Alas, the coffee shop is closing.  Futility.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

I have two pillows now.  One memory foam, and one medium density synthetic fiber pillow.  Looking forward to lunch tomorrow.  Blue pillow cases.  Good stuff.  Here is a little poem I would like to share with you all about my pillows: 

Pillows, you are the best.  Restore my sleeping in my bed.  If you don't, . . . I just wasted $24.95. 

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Man, there are a lot of people in this basement right now.

A new school year brings about a whole different crew to the cave of manliness known as "the basement".  It has seen many a person pass through on the journey of life.  Currently watching "Troll 2" on the projector in the back room, while a chill three of us are computing in the den, Hankin at his desk, with Alex and I relaxing and listening to our favorite electronica via earbuds. 
I can't imagine anything better; except maybe if a certain redhead were here chilling beside me.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Ode to a younger ben

When I was in fifth grade, I was a spaz.  Looking back on that year I remember thinking "since every girl is the devil and my yearbook is clearly my property, it is only logical that every girl in my class receive mustaches of varying severity.  Even now, one may flip through my Big A Elementary yearbook and view this pristine relic of my misplaced aggression.  I now think back on that time and realize that, perhaps I was the one deserving a poorly drawn fumanchu and not my fellow feminine classmate.  Honestly, there was only one girl in that group that I had any case at all against, and it was that I was once slapped on the arm for no apparent reason.  Of course she was a girl, and it didn't hurt that bad, but it was the principle of the thing.  At the time that slap may as well have been a brick to the forehead.

I also had some funny ticks back then as well.  I'm not saying that I looked like I rode the short bus, but given a lineup of my peers it wouldn't have been a stretch of the imagination.  It is a surprise that I resemble anything I do now.  On many occasion I was prone to a fit of ambidextrous arm flailing, producing a series of loud snapping noises that pierced the air with the alacrity of an overly exited puppy.  The effect was twofold.  I held within my grasp the ability to simultaneously entertain and also to grate the nerves of anyone unfortunate enough to be in the same room.  The real reason I did it, however, was that I liked the way it sounded.  Ah, to be young again.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Some thoughts

It's the little things that mean the most in our lives. This is not surprising. The majority of our lives are spent on them. If I had a dollar for every time I cleared my throat, took a breath, or tapped a rhythm out with my foot, it would constitute the majority of my income. Not that my income is anything to be proud of.
Even something as little as the sound of shoelaces being tightened or a dream remembered has an impact on who we are. Who we are: Our essence. The existence of our being. Components cleverly combined to a function. Such a strange concept.

On a lighter note, there's an awesome website I have found:
The mecca of geek, on a budget. That remote controlled dart launcher is epic.

Monday, August 16, 2010

A new start to things

Well, here it is.  The blog you've all been waiting for.  I now own this small section of the universe.  A place for my random quips, a few anecdotes, and never a dull moment.  I look forward to a wonderfully full and awfully awesome blog-life. I invite you to join me.