There's gold in them thar hills!

So basically, I'm begging myself to buy myself something. New phone, a Wii, a DS, or more of the same alcohol-heavy weekends which I am losing fondness for. I can really benefit from a new phone, and there is that Samsung D whatever that slides... and really makes me want to buy it. Because my screen is still broken. Sigh. A nintendo Wii would be fun for Smash Bros. Brawl among other things, just like a DS would be really cool to have instead of a GBA.

I just really want my money to be put into something fun instead of something stupid like having to pay people back for covering my tab at a bar (that I never go out to anyway) or just having to pay for alcohol period. Solution: stop drinking.

I sit here in the usual BCC writing my stupid Promotional Plan for the Nintendo Wii (how odd. no, not ironic. odd.) and trying to figure out if i want one or not. Then I realize that I hate doing shit like this. Sure it matters, but who actually enjoys it? BOO. I really enjoy posotive thinking and all that, but when it comes to predicting what other people (who are specifically, NOT myself) will buy or do, it makes me sick. I feel like i'm telling them what to do. And when they're faceless bodies with fists full of dollar bills, i really feel impersonal and shallow trying to sell them something they might honestly, NOT NEED. Because really, do i need a new phone, wii, ds, or alcohol to enjoy my life? NOPE! So how terrible would it be if i actually bought one? Not too terribly terrible, terribly fine perhaps. But i'm trying to write about why every kid in america needs one, nay, EVERY KID IN THE WORLD SHOULD JUST Wii IT.

I don't like it.

I didn't go to my first class today.

My first class is at 1pm. This is pathetic. Wrong. BAD. It's raining and I didn't have the guts to get on my scooter and go to class, besides, it would have taken 20 minutes to start because the rain screws with the tiny engine.

So i'm here. I'll see the teacher in office hours tomorrow at 4 and apologize or something. But this cannot happen again. I have to start waking up to an alarm so I can actually do stuff on time and stuff... I think.

The ultimate frisbee tournament this weekend was amazing. My face got windburnt, which means my lips as well as my face are chapped. Jill played good, Leeman played good, and JJ played like a one-legged cat trying to bury a turd on a frozen pond. BURN! jk, the mutants are cool.

The party we had afterwards was fun too. I got written on even though i never passed out. I hate those girls... anyway. I'm going to be more productive in my sleeping/waking/class-going. Even if it's raining.

Note to self...

don't write an entire post then eat a mcgriddle before publishing... the post will disappear and you will feel like an ass clown who has lost the ability to ride a bike.
FUCK

anyway, i have to go write a paper. the previous words that i wrote are now gone, dead, and don't exist. But i like to think that somewhere blogger doesn't hate me and they believe that those words had at least SOME meaning to me and they'll crawl through the depths of hell to give me the right to take my time and eat while writing about how stoked i am for a new episode of LOST.

PS - is stoked one syllable or two?

what happen'd?

There are cobwebs all OVER this thing!
*broom + grossed-out noises*

I realized that I haven't really been writing in my blog due to the fact that I haven't been..well... writing. At all. I haven't necessarily written anything other than birthday cards and short-answers for essays. I'm out of practice with it and I think that is a horrible horrible skill to lose.
Kind of like losing your ability to see colors.

So let's get this strait, I'm busy going through my schoolin' and I have all of a sudden LOST (expect a post on Lost later) my writing knack..nack...naQ.. SEE?! IT'S GONE! Geebus chyst I suck. I've already lost all of the muscles I gained from diving and now i've lost one of the things i used to consider myself an appretence-novice-amateur-scrub-n00b of. I SUCK AT WRITING!

So, wow. All that aside, I've had to write an introduction and a conclusion for a group paper. 3 other group members wrote the body paragraphs and I get the joy of opening and closing the paper. Yip(yip!..again, later)peee. :-

I sit down to consider ways of writing a thesis, opening sentence, reference, quote, ANYTHING and what do I do? Go get a snack, of course. But as i'm pounding the Cherry Coke tab on the machine I realize my mind is completely blank. So fuck the Cher, i'm a Pibb man anyway. Back to the computer. Whoa... I suck at writing. Let's look back... *wiggly lines*

This is the first time i've had to really write a paper since about halfway through the winter semester last year. And even that was a fiasco that I'd rather not talk about (Hist. of Ireland OMGWTFDFL). And even then, the typical practice of ME was to write in this thing first, then get on the horse and RIDE.. or more literally, write. So after thinking, blogging, brooding about this. I'm gunna post more. Because I like flexing my writing muscles. That, and Jarman needs to be strong if he is going to survive the harsh cold winter on the scooter... which is falling apart as of TODAY. :*(

"pray for mojo" - The Simpsons, anyone?