Put Love First and Make It Last

Haha just kidding. Love is stupid.

Anyway, I was just sitting around Bob's house waiting on him to finish taking a shower so we could go to Beau's house for men's Bible study and I thought that I would do well to write a blog. So now I am writing a cute little post.

Everybody on The Facebook seems pretty concerned about their grades, so I just thought maybe you would care to know about mine. You know, speaking of almost everybody I know, almost everybody I know is super concerned about grades, which isn't surprising because almost everybody I know is either in the Honors Program at RSU or is some kind of genius who goes to TU for smart-related stuff. I, personally, never worry about grades because, like almost everybody I know, I tend to make fairly decent ones. I did manage to get two B's in courses in which I thought I would get A's, but, as I was saying, I don't ever worry because (remember my life's creed?) things work out for me. So now you all know that I made GPA.

I half wondered if I should make this part about my grades public knowledge, but then I remembered that I should. That 20-page paper that was wearing me down got finished a full three hours before it was due, whereupon I turned it in and--wouldn't you know it?--I got an A in the class. Aw yiss. Things work out for me. Even if I procrastinate until the day before something so monumental is due to work on it.

So anyways, you wanna know what was awesome? (And you know I don't just throw that word around) The 19 stinkin' 80's. I <3 them very much. I also like the early 1990's, which are pretty similar. You get into stuff like the Ninja Turtles and The Fresh Prince around this time. The 80's were a magical time filled with many wondrous and magical things that could only have been conceived in that time. Technology was on the way up and so was creativity; BAM! you get Back to the Future. I could spend many years and devote an entire new blog to the 80's, or even just the music or movies, or the best combination of the two man has ever seen: 80's music videos, but I won't. Although it WOULD probably be a masterpiece of Bloggery... Anyway, I will just discuss a very limited number of things that I do love about the 80's that comes to the top of my head.

Yeah, that's right; Uncle Jesse.

Mullets. Men--and women, for that matter--could roam freely about, proudly sporting huge beautiful mullets without any fear of condemnation; women could expect sincere compliments and men could anticipate women lining up around the block just to touch them. (The mullets, I mean...)

By the way, he looked so much better with that beast growin' out of his head than he does now with his average sexy-man haircut...

They could mess you up so bad.
That is the Ninja way.

NINJAS. I love them! I love all the Ninja children in the whole world! In case you did not know, these are the 3 Ninjas, from the hit 1992 movie, 3 Ninjas. This is one of the most beautiful inspiring movies of all time. (From left to right, Colt, Tum-Tum, and Rocky) I say, watch it.

The 80's... Sigh...

Speaking of awesome children... This fine gentleman needs no introduction, but just so you know, his name is Doogie Howser, M.D. Portrayed, of course, by the ever-incredible Neil Patrick Harris. If the 3 Ninjas don't completely kill you, he could fix you. Men want to be him, and women just want him. He has got it going on.








80's Women.

Madonna

The Bangles

Now, truthfully, do I need to say more? I did leave out Pat Benatar, Stevie Nicks, Nancy and Amy Wilson, Bonnie Tyler, Blondie, and The Go-Go's, but you get the idea. 

As I try to think of more and more awesome things about the 80's that I love, I am beginning to realize that the list may actually be endless. I cannot even begin to say how highly I regard the music videos. Some say that they destroyed real music, but I say it was worth it. I also say that it isn't true. After all, we've still got GREAT musical treasures like Billy Joel running around. 

I want you all to realize that there are sooooo sooooo many more great things that I have not mentioned, but I will leave you with this one that I refuse to leave out:

The greatest 40th President EVER. Possibly the greatest President since Washington. 

As you can see, love is what makes the world go 'round. I think that was where I was headed with this post anyway. I dunno. Sometimes my head thinks of random weird things, and sometimes it seems like I have had a stroke... Of brilliance! Or I am at least reminded of something, or someone brilliant, such as Ronald Wilson Reagan. The real focus of this post, I should say, was how important, and legendary, the 80's were. In America, at least. And after all, isn't America all that matters? I'll tell you; it is. I love America, and I love the 80's. Man, I am all over the place... I know that according to the blog site, this was published sometime after 2:00, but all of these posts are actually published two hours after it says that they were. Just so you know. That is a large contribution to the fact that they make very little sense and are riddled with mistakes, grammatical and otherwise. Now you know, and now you have read probably my longest post. That is, if you don't include Andrew Jolly's posts. They were kinda long. Plus also, I started this while Bob was in the shower and got about to where I started talkin' about the 80's before we had to leave.  I decided to finish it sometime around 3:30 and have since then been piddling around writing on it. Now it is time to post it and stop typing everything that come to my head.

So I Figured out What to Do with My Life

No, no I haven't. I was kinda hoping that something would just come to me and I would write it. Then, of course, live my life accordingly. But, I guess that isn't gonna happen; instead I will just write another blog. And, boy, do I have a treat for you all today! No, no I don't...

All my finals are finished. And that's the end of that chapter. However (there's that intelligent-sounding conjunctive adverb again), I do still have that paper to finish. Also, I would like to start beginning every sentence with a conjunction, except "also" is an adverb. Whether grammatically appropriate. Or not. And sentence fragments. Very. Very, indeed. Indubitably, to be sure.

So, I'm pretty sure "The Beast" lives in my apartment... All you Seinfeld fans out there know what I'm talking about. Yeah, it stinks pretty good in here. Every time I open the door or walk in the kitchen, it attacks. Like a punch in the face... Also, on a related or unrelated note (make a guess), I got a new roommate to replace Zach. I just can't wait for Jacob to get outta here so I can get me another one!

When somebody has B.O., the O. usually stays with the B....

If it is in fact B.O. that I smell. I thought it was the food that somebody cooked earlier, but it won't go away, and kinda smells like a bunch of wet dogs rolled around with a bunch of other wet dogs and then came into my kitchen to hang out and pee on stuff. I am currently baking cookies to try and ward off the evil smells, but I am doubtful I can rid my apartment of this beast so easily. I have already tried Febreeze, cologne, taken out the trash, and I have had the door open for almost two hours, all with no results. I  also cannot find the source of this smell; I have taken out the trash (which didn't stink), checked the oven, the sink, the fridge, all of my cabinets, and I cannot find it. It's as if the very air has become tainted (or possessed), yet will not leave my apartment when the door is opened for two hours. If cookies can't get rid of it, I may just build a bonfire in my kitchen; a bonfire of old tires, hair, cigarettes, and diesel. Any smell would be better, and at the very least, I would understand what it is I would be smelling.

So right now anyway, the only thing I can figure out what to do with my life is to battle this demon-based smell that came out of hell. (That sounds like a totally kick-awesome title for a Dr. Seuss book, by the way. I should probably write kids books, actually; kids are stupid and could therefore relate to my literature. E.g. Poop, dirt, Wales, and Andrew's mustache.)

The cookies worked, by the way...

Ah, Intellect: A Thing to Be Desired?

Idk.

Welp, the collective intelligence of my audience just increased perhaps a million-fold (Dr. Ford's fault). I guess this means I can't write any blogs about poop. Or dirt. Or Wales. And I CERTAINLY cannot let Andrew guest blog for me anymore. That would just be embarrassing. Nope; only intellectual topics henceforth. And usage of words like "henceforth." Or cool transitional words such as "therefore," "however," "moreover," "inasmuch as," aaand so forth. So... that was pretty much the fullness of my higher-range vocabulary in practice; however, I just may sneak in the occasional semi-colon as well.

I finished up my finals today, in case you were wondering. Well, aside from the one I have tomorrow that does not even have a test, anyway. So I guess that means I will be halfway through my Sophomore year in just a few days. It does go fast, young people; all those old people aren't lying when they say that. Take note of this, but more importantly, take heart. Take heart in the fact that the faster it goes, the more numb to it you get and the less you will care. By age 19, you will be so old you will probably just be sitting around waiting for death, knowing your best days are behind you. "C'est la vie," I always c'est. (See what I did there?) That's French (blegh) for "Life sucks; oh well," in case you uneducated (very dear) readers did not know.

So, philosophy, huh? That's some heavy stuff. I'm no good at it, but I am good at sexism. You know who's good at both? Philosoraptor, that's who.

Haha, women. Can't live with them... they will not go out with me. (That was for you Brandon, in case you didn't know.) 

So, is intellect desirable? Sure. 

What is intellect? Being smart. 

What is desirable? Money. 

Is being smart money? Yes, technically yes. 

That made no sense. What am I doing with my life?

It's a New Dawn, It's a New Day, and a New Life for Me

And I'm feeling good.

Well, I mean, kinda good I suppose. It's a Michael Bublé song. I mostly put that because I made a new background for my blog. Perhaps you've seen it. I thought it was appropriate for winter, and as you can see, it is appropriate. In the future, if I change it again, which I almost probably will, this blog will seem silly and not make sense if read then. I want you all to know that I realized this going in. So don't worry.

Well, I have already completed three of my four finals, and it's only Monday. It's the final countdown. (OK, just for honesty's sake, I have five finals, but the fifth one doesn't really count because there is no test; I just have to show up.) Now all I have to do is a reflective paper for Honors Seminar and finish my 20 page Military History paper. After that, all I have to worry about is how happy I can be for Christmas. I'm thinking I can get pretty happy, but we'll see.

What else? Well, I would like to apologize for the lack of substance in my blogs... I mostly just figured I would try to get back in the game, and it hasn't been my best display. I guess I'm too old for this stuff, Riggs. My mind has been off somewhere else and I can't find it, which is just absolutely terrible because people usually need those for finals and extensive paper-writing. Ima try and do those things without it, but I'm afraid the results will be disastrous.

(I had to edit this)

As you can see, the things I say make very little sense, teetering on the edge of making no sense at all. Oh, hey guess what. As I have said, Valorie comes home on the 20th, but Jacob is leaving for Wales in early January! I know! On an unselfish level, I am very happy for him and incredibly proud; however, on a selfish level, the only level I recognize on a daily basis, I am angry because I have to go to a bunch of my classes alone next semester and am going to lose yet another roommate. But, what can ya do?

I love Murtaugh. Well, not so much love as agree. He WAS too old for that stuff, and shoulda just stayed the heck outa Riggs' way. Although, too be fair, it took both of them to take care of ol' Jet Li... I am conflicted. This is my face right now:

My face is the one on the right; the epitome of conflicted

This is from a comic by the ever-hilarious Kate Beaton, by the way. Very funny, very funny.

Life Goes On

You know how the '70s were full of westerns? Are zombie movies the westerns of our time?

I sure do love westerns, I tell you. Also, True Grit? I don't exactly know what to think... Can't NOBODY take a character John Wayne played and play it. NOBODY. Well, maybe "can't" isn't the right word. They shouldn't, how about that? Anyway, I absolutely hate that it actually looks pretty good and is directed by very good directors (the Coen bros.). The original is absolutely awesome, let me tell you. John Wayne is awesome. Rooster Cogburn is awesome. It is very good. Watch it.

I went to a sweater party today... That was fun. There are pics up on Facebook, or "The Facebook," as the kids say. (No they don't; I'm just kidding.) (But there are pics; that much is true. Pictures of me, what's more.) You know what? I believe I shall put one on here for good measure.

Behold

This is me trying to be in a picture with Dr. Ford, but he wasn't looking. I knew that as the picture was being taken, but I made the most of it. (That's Austin on the left of the picture.)

In other news, I have finals this week. I'm not looking forward to those exactly, but I'm not looking forward to finishing my 20-page paper even more-so. It's about Washington, Rochambeau, de Grasse, Cornwallis, and Clinton and the siege of Yorktown. Or something like that... Military History: Do I like it? I guess...

Also, it has been a while since my last post. Sorry. I know that my blogs were an integral part of many of youse guyses' lives; it has been very difficult for you to live without them, I bet.

In response to my saying "youse guyses," why doesn't English have a better way to say plural "you?" Well, there are better ways I suppose, but none that I really like. Just plain old "you" can be plural, but that's stupid.

Um, let's see... What else? Ah, Valorie is supposed to come home on the 20th. That's big... Any other news? Not much that comes to mind... But not much comes to my mind anymore, to tell you the truth.