Hey there, peeps. I've got myself (and by myself, I mean my family) a new computer! This thing's a monster. 500g hard drive, 4g of RAM, and a triple-core processor. It is truly a man among men. It's glow gives me strength and sustenance. Mmmm....
Whoa...
Okay, I like Guitar Hero and Rock Band, but these guys have way too much time on their hands...
Evil!
I now have solid proof that the McDonald's empire is evil. Just look at what Ronald McDonald, the mascot and very essence of the company, is doing behind closed doors...
Why, Mother Nature? WHY!
Okay, it was about 70 degrees yesterday in Logan. AND NOW IT'S SNOWING! What the heck, weather? Why hast thou turned thy back upon us? I mean, it's spring, right? Sure, it warms up, but why doesn't it stay warm? Sure, I'm complaining. But c'mon. What the heck?
icanhascheezburger.com
I've known about this site for a while, so it's fitting that I share it with the impoverished masses (you). www.icanhascheezburger.com is the funniest thing on the Earth since... me. Check it out. Here's a preview:
Green!
It's official! Officially official! The jolly grass of Logan has returned to it's wonderful shade of emerald GREEN! Hark, spring cometh with increasing haste! Behold, the robins and crows (who wake me up every morning...) have returned! Oh, joy!
Sorry for the Biblical stuff. I couldn't help it. Such happiness fills my soul!
Dang Snow...
It snowed again... Spring has decided to be especially cruel this year. It said, "hey, how about I get started early this year!" Alas, the snow melted and the grass started to show (finally). But then Spring goes ahead and takes a little sick day, and snow comes back! I mean, c'mon Spring! Get your act together!
Warm weather is (supposedly) on its way!
Don't get me wrong; I love the winter. But by February and March, I'm just plain sick of it. Especially in Logan, winter seems to hold on to its dying breath instead of just going away. But behold! The snow's finally melting at USU, and the people rejoiceth.
Spring Break in St. George
Spring break was pretty sweet. I went to St. George and camped about five miles into Arizona from Monday to Thursday with three of my buddies from Greaves Hall. We went "wandering" (hiking with no real destination), climbing, lizard hunting (we caught 4), and saw some Indian carvings. It was wicked fun.
Spring break draws near!
That's right, crazies, the wonderful entity that is spring break is nigh upon us. That means one whole week of no school and no worries. Well, I'm sure there are worries, but they don't count. Why, you ask? Because it's spring break, my friend! I'll give you an update on what goes down during that awesome week of weeks.
Whoa...
Whoa, it's been a while. Not much has happened since last time. I've just been working on my mission papers and such. I swear those things are gonna give me an ulcer. The medical side of the paperwork is making me crazy. But hey, it's only once, right?
I know it's only February, but I really can't wait for spring to come along. Don't get me wrong, I love winter; I've just had enough. It's time for a change, preferably a warmer change. That'd be great, thanks. (Who am I talking to?)
Singles' Awareness Day!
Whew, it's been a while. Happy Singles' Awareness Day! Or, for those of you lucky enough to be in a relationship... valentine's day... whee...
So, I thought spring was almost here in Logan. It hadn't snowed in a while, and it was getting warmer by the hour, I swear. But, lo and behold, the biggest snowstorm of the season smashes us. New snow on the ground. Blech. But hey, it's melting pretty fast, so there is hope yet. don't get me wrong, I love winter... just not anymore...
That one song.
Do you have a song that, when you listen to it, it makes you think of something specific? I'm listening to one right now. It's called "Angel Eyes," by Jim Brickman. It reminds me of my brother John; he used to play it all the time on our piano (and sometimes still does). Maybe it's because it's one of the only songs he knows...
I know, it was a random thought, but it's better than nothing. Go and listen to one of those songs. It's probably been a while. If not, pin the blue ribbon upon thy chest. Please, go ahead.
Not a lot of time.
I'm going to bed in a sec, but I knew I should write something. Here ya go:
"If Dracula can't see his reflection in a mirror, how come his hair is always so neatly combed?"
-Stephen Wright
I hate colds.
I don't get sick very often (knock on wood), but when I do, it hits hard. Well, guess what? It's that time of year again: cold season. At least, I think it is... I'm like the harbinger of sickness seasons; I usually get it before anyone else. I guess I'm something like a virus forecaster. I should get paid for this.
An achievement of little significance
I did a front flip yesterday. That's right, Mark, the 6'5", 270 big guy did a front flip. For the first time. I feel special. Like I said, an achievement of little significance.
It's cold. Very, very cold.
It's cold out there. I've never lived through a winter colder than this one. But I guess I shouldn't be whining about it: at least it's not a hot summer. I would rather have a freezing cold winter than a blistering hot summer; it's just easier to warm up than to cool off. A warm blanket, or blow $12 bucks to get into a community pool that's already chock full of screaming kids, half-naked old people, and swimsuits that are more like tissues than aquatic clothing. Then again, most clothing is looking that way these days. Just watch the Oscars.
Used
Have you ever been used before? You know what I'm talking about: when someone acts nice (sometimes) towards you, but they think that, in exchange for their "kindness," you should do whatever they ask and get them things. I'm especially a sucker for this, as I've been told I'm really nice, usually to the point of being conned into doing stuff. I've been doing a bit of thinking, and I've found a few "friends" that are, for the lack of a better word, users.
So here we are, a few steps one can take to dispel said moochers. However, I'm NOT saying you shouldn't be generous to others or thoughtful, but these tips are strictly for stopping usage of one's self.
1-If they try to use something of yours, and you know they won't return it by past experience, work out a system that requires them to return it, almost like a video rental store.
2-If someone comes over to your house/apartment to "hang out," yet they only use something of yours and pretty much ignore you, they're moochers. Sometimes you'll just have to tell them outright that you're not just a piece of meat with cool stuff.
3-They may have some kind of "sob story," and because of it, may try to get pity service from it. However, if you have a friend who is sincerely suffering, help them in any way possible. But sometimes people use totally bogus excuses, or they overplay the severeness of their problem. Just use your good judgment, and, if needs be, tell them to knock it off. Sometimes that's what it takes for their mooching behavior to stop.
Everything I've said above is for dealing with moochers and users ONLY. Don't be a scrooge, but instead a generous and giving person. Just be careful.
2008 Election
If you've been alive for the last few months and reading my article (which I hope you have. I don't really want a very large undead/zombie readership following), you'd know that, not only has the media has done the impossible: it has gotten even MORE crazy than before. How is this near impossible event taking place? The answer: the 2008 presidential election. If you've been reading my blog (see above), you'd have noticed that I don't talk about it much, just for the sake of our sanity. We get enough of the election without me blabbering about it. Well, my fellow humanoids, now is the time to lose my election-innocence; I am going to talk about it. But not who to vote for, but the election itself:
It's annoying, it started way to early, and people are just plain sick of it.
This is one of those elections that make the poll-counters of old turn in their graves. It's so confusing, so jumbled and such a mess that people are quickly losing interest; it's just too much politics for people to care anymore. I have a message for those people: hang in there. Just a few more months, and we won't have to put up with it for 4 more years. Never give up, never surrender. What about me? I'm going to be gone for the actual election. Thank you, mission...
Be excellent to each other.
(YSA, I remember saying that, but not to who. Give me one more. C'mon.)
Interesting...
Life's kind of strange sometimes. You can do one thing, and something else happens. For example, since the beginning of the semester, I've been keeping a schedule, going to sleep and waking up at certain times, and actually doing my readings and homework. And guess what? Wouldn't you know it, life starts working out better than last semester! Whoa, how does this happen? Again, life's mysteries never cease to amaze me.
News for the peeps: I gots me a guitar! It's a black Fender acoustic/electric, and his name, in it's infinite glory, is Octavius. Isn't that the coolest? If you disagree, please, keep it to yourself, as you would not want to upset the almighty one (Octavius). I've only had one real guitar class, but I've already been teaching myself as many chords as I can. Oh, and I've practiced so much that my left fingers are bruised and my right thumb is getting a major bruise on it. But I shall not stop, nor slow, for the learning of the guitar is a learning of great importance... and such. Besides, being able to play the guitar makes one instantly 20% more attractive. Or so I've heard...
Later.
Oh, and "secret admirer?" C'mon, you've got to at least give me a clue...
