There's a Good Time Comin' and I'm Gonna Bring It

It has been a very long time since my last post, and I am sorry, dear three or four readers. As my good buddy Andrew Jolly said, I had a lot of homework, all of which I have since completed. Boo-yah! Andrew, thank you for your services; I give both of your posts an A+

Sometimes life is a real stooge. I don't like certain things about it, such as the fact that it is not perfect and neither are the people who participate in it. It's really painful to see someone you love struggling with a problem, such as a disease or their own personal demons and there's not a thing in the world you can do to help them through it except just continue to care about them and pray for them, which in and of itself can feel like you're doing nothing. I struggle with things myself sometimes, but honestly I usually don't like it when people feel bad for me or try to help me because I like to handle problems on my own. Sometimes, however, just talking to someone makes me feel better.

Also, it's interesting to think about how God must feel about things like that. He cares about the things and people we care about so much more than we can care ourselves, I can't imagine the hurt that He feels when someone is afflicted. I sometimes get the feeling like I start to care about people more than they care about me and that's not a nice feeling, but I wonder just how often people are that way to God. He never stops caring and he never gives up on people, even though we neglect Him all the time.

This last week (or however long it's been since my last post) has been rough, but also fun and it's been such a relief to say "So long, ya' stupid week." I haven't gone to bed before 3:00 at all this week except for yesterday, I think. It's my fault anyway, so don't take that last statement as a complaint. Anyway, as I said, life is sometimes a real stooge.

Tonight was a pretty good night though; at least as good as it could have been, I suppose. I had fun when my Big O Daddy friend Brandon decided that we should go recycling. He is a good little Planeteer, that Brandon, and Captain Planet would be proud of him. As of late, Brandon and I have been trying out a new way to recycle. There's a little machine in front of Reasor's that will give you points for recycling that you can redeem online to get a little coupon or something. It's actually largely a waste of time, but as far as recycling goes, I suppose it's slightly less a waste of time than usual. Turns out, when we (Brandon, Brooke, and I that is) went on our recycling run,  it decided to rain on us and the machine decided not to work, so we stood out in the rain for several minutes getting soaked for no reason. As Brandon pointed out, how ironic is it that Mother Nature herself was what was hindering us from trying to preserve her? See if I ever try to help her out again...

Anyway, I tried to make this post as relevant to what was going in my head as I could, so that will explain why it was all over the place and didn't seem to follow any real train of thought. Anyway, as you can see by the fact that I am now blogging again, all I have to say is "Daddy's home."

Plus here's a treat for you all to hopefully brighten your day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzDS-Kfd5XQ

P.S. I hope you are all prepared to wail.

What? Again? Someone's slacking..

... And his name is Thomas Hurt. Not impressed, dear sir.

So congratulations everyone, you get to read another blog by your dear friend, Andrew Jolly. I have a variety of topics to discuss today, some of them being fatties, hard work, and serenading.

I had a lovely day today of going to class, doing homework in class, and taking a test. I had some lunch and did some more homework at my dorm, because I am studious and responsible. I also took a nap for a while and complained to my girlfriend that I felt sickly, but she was legit sick so I kinda felt bad because I felt better after I got to work. Speaking of work, I work at a smoothie making franchise. I am not going to name the specific franchise because I do not want to have them associated with a few of the claims I am going to be making in this blog post. For those colleagues of mine who are familiar with my place of employment, please do not be a total patoote and say where I work. I am legit, too legit to quit about this one.

Don't stop til you get enough, c'mon!

So I worked for four to like, ten tonight. It sucked, I'm not going to lie. But it is work. That's what makes it work. I complain about work a lot, but I still do my job to the best of my abilities. You know what really peels my potatoes and grinds my gears? People who complain about their job and suck at it. You know who you are. You're the person who doesn't want to mop up that last spill you missed the first time. You're that person who chooses to not sweep out from under the nooks and cranies. You're the person who doesn't study his/her part and screws an entire presenting group over (school is a job, shutup). You suck if you're that person and you better get your act together right away. There's a generation rising up... and sitting back down when they get too tired. People are soft. People are lazy. People don't understand what it means to actually work and it makes me livid.

If this is you, eat a bullet.

But really! What's the deal here? I propose a challenge to everyone and the challenge is this: Do hard things. Do your homework when you don't want to, go the extra mile at your job, do things you don't necessarily want to do but need to do. It'll make a difference and it will set you apart from everyone else. I'm not perfect, but striving to be perfect shows something about a person. So what if your homework is hard and you don't wanna read the book you're been assigned. Do you think Abe Lincoln wanted to be president? Probably. But he did a lot of really hard stuff before that so use him as a role model if you have to. Just get off your butt and do it and quit complainin g about how much it sucks.

Now, the reason I bring this up is because today, a co-worker of mine did not do part of their job before leaving their shift. This job was simply re-filling baskets with frozen fruit. I texted them, not trying to be rude, and asked them to make sure they did it next time. Their response was basically "I do it every other time, it's not a big deal, whatever." Yeah, it wasn't a big deal... until I had to make 94 drinks to sell outside of my store. No big deal that I ran out of fruit in the middle of making all my drinks and had to take the time to re-stock it all, adding to my time at work and away from homework and laundry. Luckily, I had to co-workers who came in out of no-where and started helping me close the store down. I'm not really mad at the first co-worker, I just wanted to use them as an example. It takes ten minutes maybe to stock that fruit. Just do it. But it's no big deal, I'm just trying to say... do things you don't wanna do, come on.

Another thing that I want to bring up is fatties coming into my store. Being a fruit smoothie place, we try to be healthy and stuff, but that doesn't mean we serve ONLY healthy things. It kills me seeing people come in who are overweight and get the smoothies that don't even have fruit in them. That's what makes them healthy! Those other ones don't even taste good! They taste like feet!

"Hey broski, that fella said his smoothies taste like us!"
"Gross. I hope no fat people try to eat me."

But really. I'm all for seeing us getting a healthier America. I'm all for people trying to lose weight. I'm also all for people who are comfortable with themselves. If you love being fat, more power to you. But if you're fat, complain about being fat, and continue to pursue fatty mcfatfat habits? You'll stay fat and I will not pity you (I might even mock you, sorry). We offer delicious smoothies that aren't saturated in sugars and gross stuff for you. Try one of those if you're trying to lose some weight, but don't add to your stigma if you're concerned about losing weight. Everything in moderation, right? (This includes body fat. Moderation.)

So the reason Tommy isn't writing a blog is because he's being responsible once again and doing his homework. I'm proud of him, so proud in fact, that I went off and sang him a song while he was reading. Perhaps he will discuss it in his next blog. I'd like that very much if he did, but that's up to him to decide to do... ahem. Anyway. So! Everyone, if you have Tommy's number when you read this, send that fella a text and tell him good job on studying and stuff and not blogging! He's doing a good job and I am very proud of him as a human being. He's a hardworker, not fat, and he's got good sideburns.

Exibit A.

Alright, folks. I believe that's enough for today. I need to sleep and possibly try and call my girlfriend. Did I mention I get to see her next weekend? No? Well I do. And I am quite excited.

This is my excited face and thumb.

Alright, I'm going to bed. Goodnight.

Disclaimer: Again, I want to repeat that I do NOT have an issue with fat people. Some people were raised by their parents with crappy diets, some people have eating disorders, etc. Some people are just big people. My problem is with lazy people. Laziness is a disease. Let's all do our best not to spread it.

And a Jolly good time was had by all...

You never know what you have until it's gone, they say. Well, now you all will be allowed to realize what you no longer have a small interim period. I will be taking over Tommy's blogging duties for the day as he is, as he put it, "swamped with homework." I think that's just Tommy's way of saying he's too lazy to do another blog, but who am I to criticize the man? It's not like he criticized my mustache or anything...

Yeah, homework, Tommy. That's not how you read a book, you dummy. Nice sideburns, though.

 

 

 

 

Anyway. My name's Andrew and I'll be blogging for Tommy today. Generally I go by either Andrew or Jolly, so whatever alias you choose to read this blog as is your own choice. Now, I cannot make any promises that I can blog as well as Tommy. He's been blogging for a good few more weeks than I, but I'll do my best to make this as entertaining, humorous, and thought-provoking as our dear Thomas!

Today has been an interesting day for me. I started it off by having a dream around 3:12 AM (as far as I know) about committing manslaughter. I was not happy I did this, in fact, in my dream, I did my best to hide the heck out of what I had done. The only person I told was my girlfriend and I swore her to secrecy. It was an accident, I swear. That kid jumped out in front of the giant SUV I was driving. And his brother was trying to shoot me, I had to run him over. I dreamed I was shopping in a grocery store and the mother of the two dudes I manslaughtered came up and asked if I did it. I told her no, of course. What, does she think I'm stupid or something? She then accused me of lying because she saw my nostrils flaring. As far as I know, your nostrils really do flare when you lie and your eyes dialate. So if you ever suspect someone of lying to you, just take a gander at their nose or eyes and see if anything funky is going on there. Anyway, so my girlfriend broke our secrecy oath, told her mom, and her mom had me put in jail. Cool dream, right? If you said yes, you're a jerk and don't understand how fearful I am of ending up in prison.

I woke up thanks to my girlfriend being my super cool alarm clock and went to class, where I promptly fell back asleep again. It's just maths, who needs maths, right? It's totally for the birds. Then I went to my next class and talked about some French dude for a while (Blegh, french). After that, I had a wonderful lunch with all my friends. My chicken alfredo pizza was done to perfection and Tommy was even there, just not doing homework like he is right now.

Now that's the proper way to read a book, sir.

Anyway, so I have to go to a banquet thing now, so I actually have to cut this kinda short. Maybe Tommy will come back later and make another blog, who knows, folks. Expect me to be a reoccuring item, though, because Tommy usually has a lot of homework, and I usually have a lot as well. The difference is that I am no where near as responsible as Tommy and find that homework is, like maths, for the birds. And so is manslaughter dreams. And oath-breaking dream girlfriends. And banquets that keep me from making a proper blogging.

Anyway. Adios, pecos.

"Alright, Tommy. How do I post this stupid thing?"

"..."

"HEY. I NEED HELP. STOP STUDYING."

"Just press "Publish Post", dude. It's orange. You can't miss it, dummy."

"Oh."

Heaven Is Up There

This picture, which I assume is supposed to be Jesus and Nicodemus, is not completely historically correct to my knowledge.

Anyway, did you guys ever think about all the cool people in heaven and hope that you get to meet them when you're there? Or did you ever think about all the people in hell that were cool, but you hope you don't end up having to go meet them? I have.

In Heaven, you will meet:

-Noah, Moses, David, Solomon, the apostles, and just about every Bible character you would ever want to meet, including Jesus.

-Billy Mays. A true American who lived his life in a way that inspired us to be as clean as we could be at the most reasonable prices around. He also had a GREAT beard.

-Fess Parker. Many of you may not know who this iconic American is, but I certainly do. He is one of my heroes, and if you could not tell by the picture, he is most famous for his portrayal of Daniel Boone on the popular TV show. He is also famous for the Davy Crockett movies. He's in heaven I assume.

-Johnny Cash. I don't even have a remote idea where to begin or stop talking about Johnny Cash, my absolute greatest hero. This man; this legend, was not only the greatest musician of all time, he is also the coolest person in history. He is in heaven. I hope to meet him.

-Audrey Hepburn. It only makes sense that she is in heaven because that is where she came from. Not only was she one of the prettiest women of all time, she was also one of the classiest. She was classy all throughout her life, even towards the end working for Unicef. A beautiful woman. Beautiful. Inside and out. Sometimes God is nice and lets us borrow angels for a while, I suppose.

-The Founding Fathers. Most of them anyway. A lot of the cool ones. George Washington is definitely up there. 

In Hell, you will meet:

-Ishmael, Goliath, Baal worshippers, Judas Iscariot, and many, many more! All of your most hated Bible villains will be there just waiting in antagonizing anticipation for you.

-This guy. Vince, the Shamwow! guy. He isn't dead, but he's there, just to make Hell worse. Billy Mays knew what advertisement and quality products were about. If you go to Heaven, look around; I bet it's the cleanest place you've ever been. I'm talkin' like Colorado clean. You can thank Billy Mays. 

-The Aztecs. They were pretty cool for the most part, but they sacrificed people too much. They also didn't believe in Jesus, so there wasn't a whole lot they could do for themselves.

-Adolf Hitler. This guy ain't in heaven.

-Uncle Scar. Ok, this fool killed his brother, tried multiple times to kill his nephew, usurped the throne on Pride Rock, almost caused everyone to starve to death, and was a liar. He was such a jerk. He's burning for it.

-Almost all the cool people from ancient history. The Mongols, the Chinese, the Greeks, Atlantians, Egyptians, Native Americans, Persians, the Norse, and a lot more.

Anyway, there are a lot more people in both places, and one day I'm gonna be in one. I prefer heaven. One day, when I'm in heaven (if there are days there?) I'm gonna shake Ronald Reagan's hand.

Musical Mondays!!!

Today is Musical Monday. Tonight we are watching Across the Universe, a movie which I have seen once a long time ago, and Brooke has not seen it at all. I did not even remotely understand it when I watched it, so hopefully I will understand it as much as is possible this time.

---I started this blog before we watched the movie, and am now finishing it after we watched it. I did in fact understand it this time, but I gotta say, I am not a big fan. I liked most of the songs, however, and seeing Joe Cocker was nice. My favorite scene was the Let it Be scene. It was actually pretty moving for a movie. 

After the wonderful experience of watching Across the Universe (slight sarcasm), we decided that we still hadn't had enough, so we watched another musical, Moonlight Serenade. The only reason I wanted to watch this one was because Amy Adams is in it. She did well and her voice is incredible, but that was one of the cheesiest and most poorly done movies I have ever seen. All of the songs were old bluesy-jazz songs, like Ella Fitzgerald and Nat King Cole style, which was cool, and as I have said, her voice is incredible, so it wasn't too terrible to sit through. But seriously, this movie, for all intents and purposes, is terrible.

There have been better Musical Mondays.

Not much else is going on, actually, and I have very little to write about. Tomorrow, a couple of us in honors are leading group discussion in Sophomore Honors Seminar over the book The Stranger by Albert Camus. It's French. Bleh. Oh, well. We'll see how it goes, I guess.

Justice; It Feels So Good

Karate Kid. The new one, which I just watched, is incredible.

If there are any Catholic priests reading this, forgive me Father for I have sinned. The nature of my sin is not having seen a classic. I have not... choking up a little bit... seen the original Karate Kid with Pat Marita, God rest his peaceful soul. Mr. Miyagi, you were an inspiration to generations of countless freedom-loving people who weren't really good at much but had a lot of heart. You are dearly missed.

Jackie Chan, Mr. Hon in this movie, is the supremely wise Kung-Fu sensei that teaches the somewhat now ill-fittingly named "karate kid" how to be a man. And a thoroughly hard core fighting man at that. This, my friends, is what America is all about. Going to China and beating them at their own game. Actually, just going to any country and knocking people around will be American enough; it doesn't have to be China.

Remember?

Anybody without a heart (Dad) need not see this movie. However, if you have a heart (me), and you get inspirited seeing justice being done upon the unjust, you will love this movie. Granted, I have not seen the original (sorry); had I seen it, it may have altered my views going in and I may have been comparing it to the original the whole way through. Unencumbered by this weight, I was able to see this movie in the light in which it is supposed to be viewed, which, I suppose, is one good way to look at my uncultured, uneducated ignorance.

But, as I have said, whipping up on countries is America's speciality. Remember Rocky IV? Anyway, I want to apologize if I offended anyone with my picture above, which clearly promotes the use of American history. I may have been slightly insensitive.

Also, today is September 11. Pray for our country, and pray for our soldiers. Don't forget what happened.

The Old Pie in the Windowsill Trick...

Not a lot to write about... I went to Chili's tonight with my big o' daddies Mully, Jacob, Bryce, Chad, Uncle Victor (A.K.A. Jafar), John Paul, and Brooke. Also, my friend Chelsea was our waitress, and just a splendid one at that. After that, we all went to Wal-Mart. Uncle Victor got some Gatorades, and Brooke got two more musicals for us to hopefully enjoy, Across the Universe and Cry-Baby.

When we got back to the apartments, a bunch of us, Bryce, JP, Brooke, Mully, Jacob, Chad, Brandon, Rachel, Wilson, Emily, Uncle Victor, and myself, watched a ridiculously awesome movie called Black Dynamite. It was very great, albeit slightly racist. Bryce loved it. It also had a small bit of language and adult themed material. (Mully loved it too.) A lot of fun was had and friendship-bonding was accomplished. 

"Your knowledge of scientific biological transmogrification is only outmatched by your zest for kung-fu treachery!"

So, You Know Who Looks Like Bruce Willis? Everybody.

Last night, Bob and I were sitting around talking, and we came to the conclusion that there are quite a few people who resemble our dearly beloved action hero Bruce Willis. Bruce Willis, as you may recall, was a big deal in the 1980s and '90s and known for such great movies as the Die Hards, The Sixth Sense, Armageddon, and the Bruno: the Kid TV series. Here are some side-by-side comparisons of him and people that could have been used as stand-ins.

Bruce Willis and Jamie Lee Curtis

Bruce Willis and Jason Statham

Bruce Willis and Billy Joel

Bruce Willis and Smeagol

The only real problem I see with these is that Smeagol has more hair. 

Bob and I just started trying to think of people that Bruce Willis resembles last night and this is what we came up with. Don't ask me why we started trying in the first place because I honestly can't remember. Also, how weird is this?

One more thing, and then I'll be through. Andrew, you and I had a deep conversation following the posting of the blog concerning your facial hair. I want you to know, that while I will never print a formal apology ever, and will never change my stance on the matter, I will admit that it was a bit unfair to compare anybody's mustache to Tom Selleck's. I will apologize for that. 

I am sorry, Andrew. 

But I hope comparing Bruce Willis to Jamie Lee Curtis makes it up to you.

Salaam Alaykum, Sir

I suppose you've all heard about Rev. Terry Jones' great plan to burn Korans on 9-11, but I'm not sure that many people think that that is the best idea that they have ever heard. Rev. Jones' stance is that Americans need to stand up to terrorists and not bow down to them, but his way of going about it is slightly unorthodox, even for a Pentecostal from Florida. He says that Islam is of the devil and must be defeated and completely removed from America.

Ok, couple of things; if he is on a crusade for America, we stand for religious tolerance (not tolerance for terrorists, granted) and the burning of holy books of another religion on one of their holy months, Ramadan, is not exactly tolerant to say the least. If he is on a crusade for God, I think he needs to read the Bible, his holy book, and maybe just think "What would Jesus do?" Well, I'll tell you what Jesus would do. Or, actually I guess, Matthew will. 

Matthew 5: 44-45 "But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you, that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust."

I think I actually might somewhat understand his misconstrued thinking, which is that terrorists are bad and they are Islamic, therefore he should destroy the ideals for which they stand, ideals which are contained within the Koran. That on its own makes a little bitty bit of sense. A little bitty bit. However, he is only furthering hatred and agitating the differences in people's belief in God. Furthering hatred and causing agitation aren't usually the best ways to show God's love and help others to understand the true meaning of faith in Him. I don't know. Sometimes I think about things...

Anyway, tonight was a good night. I had a feeling it would be. I went to the first Bible study I have been to in a long time, and it was perty good. Beau Berman, the associate pastor at Redeemer (where I go to church), was leading it and it was at his house. We studied passages in Galations and I learned some good things. I thought about writing all about it, but I already had a little blurb about God and stuff, so I figured I would leave you guys alone. (And by "you guys," I mean the three or four of you who will read this.) At any rate, Bible study was good, and I plan on going back.

Well, this was a fairly God-centered post. I mentioned some of the feelings I had towards the Koran burnings, and also mentioned Bible study. I am sorry if I bored you, my dear three or four readers. I will do better tomorrow, I square. 

By the way, I am not completely sure if ol' Reverend Terry Jones is Pentecostal, but I think he leans that way or something. I'm actually not really worried about it, to tell you the truth. Anyway, Peace Be with You, Sir.

Andrew, This Is for You

While it's true that you are generally accepted as cool, you sometimes get ideas in your head that are not. This is fine; everybody has bad ideas (lolcats, genocide, BET, etc). What makes it bad is that sometimes you act on these lame, crappy ideas.

Now to the point of the matter. Granted, your facial hair is not the worst. This is the worst. (See right.) However, "Not the worst" does NOT equal "good," or even "ok." Now, I may or may not be alone in my opinion concerning the growth of your facial hair; some may like it, others, like myself do not. I do do know for a fact however, that John Paul loves it. You can take that however you will. Look at his facial hair, look at mine, then look at yours. Whose opinion can you trust?

I know what you're thinking, "I know; I'll just ask a woman what she thinks!" Wrong. Worst idea ever. See, here's the thing, women don't know anything. Concerning facial hair. A lot of those weirdies you see running around with crappy, crappy facial hair may have a woman and, truth be told, their woman may approve of their ugly man's terrible life choice. Heaven forbid we take that as a sign that this is in any way appropriate behavior.

Also, when I voice my disdain for your facial hair, I want you to know that I really just disapprove of the mustache. The rest is fine; grow that out to your heart's content. That doesn't go for Shia LeBouf, by the way. That guy needs to shave and stay that way. You, however, are big and manly and just ooze masculinity, much in the way that I do. Facial hair on you is a good thing. Not mustache hairs, though.

YOU

WHAT YOU WILL LOOK LIKE

WHAT A MAN WITH A MUSTACHE SHOULD LOOK LIKE

Look back and forth between these photos and perhaps you will come to realize that what I say is the truth. No mustache for Andrew. Anybody out there that agrees or disagrees with me, let Andrew or me know. By the way, Andrew, I luh you!

Well, This Looks Good.

Aside from Jack Black, this movie also has Amanda Peet, Emily Blunt, Billy Connolly, and, most importantly, Jason Segel. Yes, Jason Segel! I know! 

Hopefully it will be great.

Women... Pshh

1 Corinthians 14: 34-35:
34Let your women keep silence in the churches; for it is not permitted unto them to speak, but they are commanded to be under obedience as also saith the law.
35And if they will learn anything, let them ask their husbands at home; for it is a shame for women to speak in the church.

Sometimes, the Bible just gets it right. Thanks for showing it to me, Andrew.

Well, I got pulled over for the first time today by a highway patrolman by the name of Whitaker Cochran.  I was going 71 in a 65. He was nice enough, and he seemed to love his job. Luckily, he didn't give me a ticket though, and even more luckily, he chose to pull me over and not the jerk driving the Toyota going 77. All this happened around 9:30 on my way back to school. I had spent most of the day before this helping my dad (sort of helping, anyway) do some landscaping. I mostly just raked and shoveled dirt all day. Not at all interesting. But when I got back to college, I had a great surprise waiting for me... Uncle Victor! And Andrew! And Michael too... They were watching football and yelling.

After they left, however, the real party could get started. I am currently watching Rent!!! This is the third week of Musical Mondays, thus making it an official tradition. I'm pretty excited. I love new traditions, especially ones as good of ideas that they involve musicals. This is actually the second time we are watching Rent, but this is because JP wasn't here for the first time. Usually, Musical Mondays consists solely of Brooke and me, but JP is ok in moderation. We also watched Moulin Rouge. Well, now that the movie is started, I am going to watch it, and stop blogging. Adieu.

No day but today.

When You Go...

You won't be here. We will miss you Valorie! As the Chinese say: "Arrivederci."

Well, all you Christians out there, get on your judgmental faces, because I was too much of a nincompoop to make it to church today, so there's that. I did get up around 1:00 though and eat some lunch. Then I took a shower and sat around waiting on JP, Stephen, and Valorie so we could go to Tulsa. Whilst I was waiting, what should come on the TV but Napoleon Dynamite? I haven't seen that movie in a flippin' long time! Gosh!

After we left Valorie's, JP totally jacked the front seat from me. (He completely sucks as Chewbacca, by the way.) We then drove up to MoMo and Caleb's house. It's a beautiful place and their parents are just delightful. I got to see some great friends there, such as Beowulf, Caleb, MoMo, and Kelsey, and Michael was there too, I guess. I heard a great story about a drunk girl who got left by a QT dumpster, I found out that Michael has feelings for the drummer from Rush, and I found out that JP is inappropriately insensitive. It was a lot of fun, but unfortunately, we only got to hang for about an hour before we had to leave. Oh, and by the way, massage chairs are not for the birds, Brandon! I'm just wondering what kind of person would think that they are. Any girl that sees that you have a massage chair will beg you to let her give you a massage. True story. Caleb, go buy a massage chair; you have my blessing.

I got home around 6:00, and played some card games with my sister. One of those games, War, took around two hours. I won though, by gosh. Then I watched Freaky Friday and wrote a blog. Tomorrow, I burn stuff.

And Wales is too a country. Stupid John Paul. Learn your history and geography.

How Are You, Tommy? Oh Me? I'm Tired.

Today (yesterday; because technically, it's after midnight) was the Saturday of Labor Day weekend. I chose to spend it helping my dad and brother work on our sewage system. It was relatively gross, but this is a man's world.

Anyway, for part of the day, my brother and I drained some water out of our pond. While we were out there, he apparently saw some mix-breed rabbit-toad thing jump into the water. I don't quite know about that, but weirder things have happened. And this is a new generation, man; if rabbits and toads can make each other happy, who am I to say anything otherwise? Oh, and I also saw the head of a snake sticking out of the dirt. It was dead because it had been accidentally buried by a bulldozer and couldn't de-bury itself. So it just sat there and starved. Stupid no-armed freaks. Snakes need to get with the times and realize that arms are awesome and grow a pair.

I had an especially delicious dinner tonight. Chicken 'chiladas. They were, to borrow a phrase, "enchiladasome." I know that phrase doesn't make sense, but shut up. After that, (and a few other errands) I went over to Valorie's house to see her once more before she leaves us (America) for Sheol (Wales).

Oh, sad day, by the way. Not only is she leaving, but also the trampoline broke. There are few who will understand the graveness of this, but it is comparable, on a much lesser scale, to the Admiral Twins death. (Rest in Peace) We did have some laughs though, and found that we could still be friends without it, a very nice surprise indeed.

Mama! Mama! Let Me Tell You About the Great Adventure I Just Had!

This is the third of September. Today I went with my best bff forever, John Paul to Owasso to look into buying a TV. We found one, bought it, and then drove over to the Owasso Jamba Juice to surprise my buddy Andrew who works there. He was all like, "You guys!!" And we were like "Haha yeah!" Then I ordered a Strawberry Energizer, the first thing I have ever ordered at a Jamba Juice, and because it was made by Andrew Jolly, it was delicious.

When we got home, we wanted to open the television and get it set up in a hurry, so I grabbed two bat-a-rangs, gave one to JP, and we quickly opened the box. Batman would have smiled at our prowess. After that, we went to a soccer game, came back to the apartment, and started planning out an awesome night. Andrew Jolly, JP, Jacob, my brother Bob and I are ordering pizza and watching movies on said new TV. I bet they will play Halo, too.

"These are my friends, this is who they have been for always."

Ba De Ya! Say, Do You Remember (Ba De Ya) Dancin' in September?

This is like my fifth blog, so I guess you could say things are getting pretty serious.

I now have three devoted followers, and am as full of hot air as I ever was, so the end appears nowhere in sight.

My good friend Valorie is going to do something terrible that will make a great many people sad. She is abandoning our beautiful country (America) for some gosh-awful excuse for a country (Wales). This is terriboo! (That was my attempt at an Aldous Snow British accent through typing, by the way.)

In case you are not aware, Wales is a silly little country somewhere over in The United Kingdom (see right). It has no business snatching innocent Americans of their most valued citizens, an act which I could possibly understand if undertaken by Ireland or Scotland. But Wales? What does Wales even have going for it? Welsh Corgis? I mean sure, they're cute, but to exist as a country because you have a cute breed of dog named after you just seems ludicrous. Their chief export is Welsh people who want to be English, who leave in hopes of scratching out a superior existence in England. I can't even fathom wanting to live in, let alone visit, a country such as that. But, we're all wishing you luck, Valorie! Take an umbrella!

Oh, side note: Did I tell you that my family is apparently Welsh on my mother's side? It's true.

Teddy, the Welsh Corgi

Handcuffs, Incest, and Holly Shafer. What Do These Things Have in Common?

They're all naughty.

That was the consensus at tonight's honors game night, anyway. Tonight's happenings were a real hoot and a good time was had by all.

The Ultimate Ultimate Frisbee Group almost took a hit this week, and some feared the end. However, with the illustrious leadership and steadfast determination of the group's fearless leader Brandon, with his ever-present sidekick Jacob, the game was saved. How was it threatened, Tommy? Well, RSU got it in his head that we need a parking lot instead of a Frisbee field, so Brandon and Jacob had to go and scope out a suitable replacement field. While they were doing so, Brandon and Jacob came upon two bullies holding a younger kid and poking him the chest. They quickly swooped in and put an end to the unjust travesty. Not long after that heroic deed was done, their search came to a satisfying conclusion. Secluded behind our Sonic Drive-in was a perfect field. Frisbee was played upon it, and there was much rejoicing.

Why Caleb Is for the Birds

One day, as I was doing my homework, two Freshman knocked on our door. Jaunty and jovial, in walked Fainty and his friend Caleb, the latter wearing a Jamaican hat. They were out looking for trouble. Naturally, we invited these Philistines in and offered them some pizza, like good Christians should. They ate it all, the slobs. We then proceeded to laze about, watching the Emmys. Caleb kept offering me weed from his hat pocket, to which I repeatedly said, "No, thank you."

This is true.

Caleb, one of my more recent friendship acquisitions, is a stout young man of approximately 18 years of age. His face is the worst. It is an offensive abomination. Not only that, but plus also every syllable he utters is a nauseating, filthy, detestable sound too as well. I am not proud of him. He seems like a buffer. He is a crock full of beans. A worthless guttersnipe ne'er-do-well.

I sure do like the old louse, though. Just the other day, the little dickens shook my hand with an unparalleled sincerity such as have never seen. We now shake hands on a regular basis. He is friendly and beautiful.

Caleb, this is why you are for the birds.

Mini-Posts: the Blogs of Champions

It is almost 1:00, and only moments ago, my bestie Brandon stopped by and wanted me to go recycle some plastic with him. Let me make this perfectly clear: I do not believe in recycling. I believe in guns. However, my environmentally conscious roommates have had a bag by the trash where we put our empty bottles of water (which I also believe in because plastic bottles of water don't make much sense environmentally) which was full to overflowing, so I grabbed it and headed down to the recycling bin and threw them in. In doing so, we made a difference.

La Vie Bohem

I am now blogging. This is my first and, judging by my past experience of not doing anything ever, last blog.
It all started one night, the 1st of September, 2010, at around 11-something pm if i remember right. John Paul and his then-girlfriend Brooke walked into the apartment. JP was hungry and as Arian as could be, so he decided to make some wieners and saurkraut, the latter something his then-girlfriend Brooke could not abide. However, I was feeling peppy, so I decided to start a blog about the then-interesting experience. That leads us up to where we now are; me sitting on the couch, JP eating, and the then-girlfriend Brooke stepping outside so she wouldn't puke. And who should walk right in, but Uncle Victor!? Psyched up and ready to study, he was wearing glasses, an unusual spectacle.
"Uncle Victor!" I cried! Then, casual as could be, he replied, "Hey." Now he is rocking in a chair, obliviously unaware of what I am now currently doing (observing).
He just now inquired as to what I am doing, and after telling him, he responded simply, "sweet."
These three, simple and happy as can be, are my friends. I love all three of these bohemians.