Nothing is worse than coming back to reality

This has been arguably one of the best weekends in a long time.

Which means sunday evening was way rougher than it had any right to be.

Thanks to my current lack of mental foundation I'm fairly sure that some conclusions I reached this evening can be written off as lack of equilibrium. If not? Trouble on the horizon. Trouble being comparable to hurrican katrina being viewed by a guy in a trailer on the beach.

I can't sleep, circadian rhythm's been shot to hell.

Oh well. Life moves on, I shall abide.

Here comes the hungarian

Így köszönhetően Alanna most a LOVE album, és a nevét írja le az érzéseimet rajta. Õrülj En szerelem őt, nem vitatja. Ez igazán fantasztikus. Szóval köszi a kapcsolat ^ _ ^.

A hétvégére már majdnem vége, ami nagy dőzsölés, de én fordult TIZENNYOLC e kedd (ami azt jelenti, Emily végül bevallja neki halhatatlan szerelem miatt engem)

(viccel)

Nagyon szeretném én Rickenbacker 4003, nagyon. nagyon. rosszul. De kétlem, Én kap őt * szomorú arcát *

Szedret vihar lenne egy szép helyettesítheti azonban haha


Én nagyon várom a következő évben ezen a ponton lesz ásni magam egy lyuk fokozatú okos, de nem akarok maradni Duluth bármilyen módon.


Azt van mind most azt hiszem, a magyar elég gyenge, így ez nem hoz, míg a típus ki pontosan. Élvez.

Rant called off due to technical difficulties

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/90185-Surprise-Surprise-Germany-Shooting-Linked-To-Games

*sigh*

I had a decidedly epic rant typed out and then vista crashed, I choose to view it as a sign from fate that perhaps posting it would not be very wise. So check the article, and you'll probably hear the faint rumblings of thunder that are my fathomless contempt for such opinions on video games.

More thoughts on the pageant...

I think its worth noting that this is one of the few legitimately judged events our school hosts.

I mean really, if this was being judged by, shall we say "the old crowd" , then I could've called the winner based purely on their opening statements. We really are a horrendously biased group of people. The only reason people like the girl who one (got nothing on the name) had a chance is the outside influences, something I'm glad to see.

I also liked the somewhat more carefree attitude, decorum was expected but a bit of acting out here and there wasn't squelched with a clenched fist like in other scenarios, its a healthier direction to move in I think. Frankly the suppression of expression is the death of the imagination and in time, the mind.


Good company really does improve an otherwise mind crushingly dull show though (no offense meant to the amount of work put into this though, I'm just a guy)



More thoughts on this or other things to come.

Miss DHS

First and foremost Mrs. Rickett and Mr. Eudaly were the best part, hands down. The person who kept yelling out things for comic effect (who I'm willing to believe was Josh Eaves) was mildly amusing but the aesthete in me was displeased.

Grats to the girl who won (no idea how to spell her name), glad to see a fresh face at the forefront of things for once rather than the usualy cycling of names.

Personally I think its a bit more shallow (in terms of the amount of work that goes into the pageant) of a show but given the level and amount of available funds it did what it could with what it had, no one can really ask for more.


And I was there with a really awesome person =)

that tends to help the mood

Potential tattoo Idea

So anywhere from 1/2 to 1/3 of the people who read this already know (yes you miss fox) about this but whatever, its an idea I'm psyched about.

Basically I'm going to get a tattoo once I'm out of the house (exact date TBD). Its going to be a laughing skull with the top cut off (flat top style) and coming out of the top will be 2-4 people (depending on size) dressed in formal attire raising a toast to the viewer of said tattoo.

Bizarre? yes. just try to tell me this idea is unoriginal haha.


I'm on the fence about location, arm, leg, back. Many possibilities. and depending on the location I can also alter the size and detail of the picture.

Might update later pending any reason to speak my mind (god forbid)

Rick Astley and sleeping on benches at sonic

These two make for a truly volatile mix. For one, those benches were never, and never will be, intended to be slept upon. They're perforated and harder than hell and frankly I'm not sure if the back of my head will stop pounding. The other factor of being rick-rolled by the speakers at that place all combine into me jumping up half asleep and trying to 80's dance with Kyle Ing. Needless to say the staff was deeply intrigued by my shenanigans.

I then promptly flashed the peace sign and went right back to sleep, aware only of how dangerously heavy my heartbeat was (something to do with how I sleep, medical jargon) and the fact that I had yet again made a complete fool of myself for entertainment purposes.


I really need to start charging for this kind of thing.

Ok for real this time

So that first post was crap and I'm going to make a legitimate entry on this thing. At the moment I'm contemplating the paradox of subscribing to my own RSS Feed (and then being annoyed when there are no new updates). Initially I wondered to myself "what will I put on this blog?" and then decided I would simply allow for any event of note or particular moments of interest to appear for me to make entries, anything from seeing an asteroid to musings on the motes of dust in the air, life's fun that way.


I doubt at this point in writing I'll have more than 1-2 readers tops but I'm not exactly pushing for a Newberry with this thing (note : if thats not an actual writing prize someone let me know)

My Blog..

Well I've given into temptation here and made a blog of my own. God help me. Or maybe everyone out there needs the help seeing as I'm freely supplied with a outlet for some of the intricacies of my mind. Man that sounded awfully serious, gotta tone that back.