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| Why did I even make this site? I believe it was peer pressure because I wanted to be with the "in" crowd. That is all.
BTW, listen to the album I'm listening too, it's such a good album. Peace. | | |
| WELL, it has been forever and a day since I have written anything on this here blog. I have recently decided that I need to start writing in this to practice. To practice what you might ask, well first let me say, I AM GOING TO EUROPE!!! I am going across the Atlantic Ocean to bring in the new years in Rome and then travel up through Europe and finally ending up in England. (Trip Link: http://www.christmasmarkettours.com/wintertours/EuropeanJaunt.html) Anyway, during this trip I plan to keep a journal to document all the fun stuff I see, the amazing foods I eat, the tasty drinks I drink, and of course the all the stupid stuff I do. SOOOO, I need to practice writing down events that have happened in my recent history (aka, a couple of days) and I figure that this is probably the best way to do it.
*Note: As I write this my friend Vestal is on a philosophical rant about life and this quote among all the others really stood out. "the purpose of life is to extend it... whether by years or legacy.. and I'd rather be remembered for exposing truth than simply be forgotten with an idea" - Vestal
Moving right along, I would now like to publicize my theory on sororities. As many of you know, I work in the computer labs at very odd hours of the night and can sometimes get very tired and begin to ponder. During one of these ponders, a girl happened to walk by wearing these sweat pant type pants that are very popular among the greek girls. Upon these pants, across the butt were three greek letters that I cannot remember but it made me think. She is bearing symbols that means she belongs to a group and it was at this instant that I realized......sororities have an amazing relation to cow farms. No I'm serious and here is my reasoning.
Sororites = Cow Farms
- Sorority girls house letters (owners) being worn on their butt (branding).
- Sorority girls all living in a single location (house = farm).
- Sorority girls eating in one big location like a cafeteria, or a trough.
- Sorority girls being overly loud and obnoxious for no good reason (cows mooing over and over for no good reason which is damn loud and obnoxious).
- Sorority girls being shallow or stupid is very similar to cows amazing ability to not grasp simple ideas.
Now I'm sure this theory has some holes in it but I think it's pretty funny. The irony in some of the connections really gets to me and makes me laugh.
Finally, I'd like to recall my halloween weekend which was a blast!
Friday - My Mom came to see me and I took her to her first Walk Around in her life. She was very amazed by all of it and thought that everyone should get first place however she did like the FIJI house the most with the picture of the original Pistol Pete. I personally thought that the AGR house was the best but I imagine that's my engineering mind because they had the coolest gadgets and moving parts. All in all it was a great night and my Mom loved it.
Saturday - Had lunch with my Mom, Christie, and Stephanie at Applebee's and we had one of the goofiest waiters I've had in my life, it was a ton of fun. GAME TIME!!! OSU played the best half of football all season and I wished we could have ended the game at half time but of course no one listened to me as normal. Even though OSU lost, it was the best football I've watched this year. That night, Christie, Rachel, Stephanie, and I went to some fun costume parties. We went to two actually, the second one being more entertaining obviously because people had consumed more beer by that time. At this second party we got to witness William Wallace doing a kegstand (remember in the movie where they flash the opposing army?) and due to the nature of the kegstand there was a costume malfunction and there was a naked beer drinking William Wallace, it was great. Also at that party, towards the end, a fellow in a toga stumbled in clutching his ass declaring how much it hurt and when asked why, it turns out he was at a party down the street that was broken up by cops AND he ran from the cops and was shot in the ass by one of the bean bag guns!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahahahahahahahah
Sunday - The day of relaxation, Christie, Stephanie, and I chilled out and watched the new Bewitched! which was really funny. Then Christie had to go home and the fun had to end until I see her again!
So, that's my attempt at catching up, signing off.... | | |
| Just thought I would share this picture taken by my buddy Steve. This is the short storm that hailed on Stillwater on 9-13-2005.  | | |
| What a crappy day. I have officially slept through my only class of the day but I do have a good reason for doing it. After work last night, my OSU ID card decided to become demagnetized and NOT WORK!!!!! I was so rejoiced to find out at 4:00 AM in the morning that I could not enter the building where I lived. Luckily there was a courtesy phone right out side the frong door of IBA Hall so I could call for help. As I picked up the phone I stared at it blankly like it was some foreign writing, I couldn't remember the "non-emergency" help line number. So what am I supposed to do now? So doing what anyone who has ever watched COPS, I dialed 911 and asked for the number for the not so important things. I also think the girl that answered the phone was asleep or watching a soap opera because the phone rang 3 times before it was picked up and all I heard was "OSU Emergency......." Oddly enough when I called 311, which turned out to be the non-emergency number, it didn't even have the time to ring once. So after I told the lady what happened, I was allowed to wait another 15 minutes outside my building on the front steps until finally a young guy showed up in a green mustang. Upon stepping out of his car, the guy said to me "You locked out?", I wanted to say "Nope, just waiting on the timers to reset and let me in the building." SIGH so that was before I went to sleep.
To carry on with the crappy day, I went to sleep at 4:30 AM and woke up at 9 AM with a pounding headache one that kept me up until 9:30 AM. Finally when I fell back asleep, I managed to sleep through an hour of my alarm clock, all the way to 2:00 PM!!!! This means I slept through my only class of the day (2 hour class by the way). So today sucks so far, I hope it gets better.
John | | |
| Well, I don't know what to think about this site. They say this is a great way to relieve frustration. However, after I spent 30 minutes just trying to get the colors to not blend in with each other so that I could read it, I seem to have more frustration now than I did before hand!
A lot of people seem to enjoy Xanga, free way to keep up with people without actually having to physically talk or see them. This has some pros and cons, as does everything, but this way you get to learn personal feelings for free, no work involved. It kind of reminds me of a more personal "Facebook" which I'm sure by now if you are still in school, you know about Facebook. I don't know what to think about the people at Facebook opening a website for high schools. I think this will cause more trouble that it will pleasure because of the immaturity of high schoolers. Now don't get me wrong, a great majority of them will be fine and enjoy the service. It just seems to me that people get more satisfaction out of ruining everyone else's fun when they are in high school as compared to college. Regardless of what I think, they are still going to open it up and we'll see how it goes.
I'm on the phone right now, speakerphone actually, with my girlfriend Christie who I think is hugging a bear, whose name is JJ, I gave her on our first christmas. He was the biggest bear Wal-Mart would sell to me and I rescued him from hanging ten feet up on a pole, kind of like the way they sell cotton candy at baseball games. She wanted something to hug when I wasn't around and JJ became my substitute for hugging! Anywho, I wrapped him up in a BIG ol' Box and poured styrofoam peanuts all around him so he wouldn't slide around. This box was huge! and it must have looked like I was giving her a small refrigerator for christmas that weighed 5 pounds. Ahh, the memories.
Maybe in the future I'll write about something controversial or something that agitates me, but for now, I am in a good mood, slightly tired and am signing off.
John | | |
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