Party Scene

This is all just a bad joke. Rebel by fulfilling a stereotype! Drink! Grind! Hook up! And making fun of it is only good for like, five minutes, then I just become lonely and depressed.

Still trying to find my weekend niche.

UND is Gorgeous

Nothing can compare to walking through a campus replete with virgin snow while only sounds from distant winds and the laughter of students drifts through the air, across a perfectly blue sky.

Experiencing this is akin to an embrace with God while he tells you "Everything will be alright."

I believe him.

I love this place.

Today's Useless Word List

- Hansom - "The gondolas of London." Two person horse drawn buggy popular in late 19th century England.

- Au pied de la lettre - quite literally

- Ex libris - from the library of, a mark indicating ownership, as if from a library

- Coup d'honneur - finishing blow in a duel

- Anti-pugilism - defense in boxing

- Congener - a person or thing in the same class as another

- Onomastics - the study of the origin, history, and use of proper names

- Intimation - hint

- Puerile - juvenile

- Ratiocinative - related to or marked by skilled methodical or logical reasoning

- Querulous - full of complaints, peevish, carping, (characterized by or inclined to petty or fussy faultfinding)

- Dour - stubbornly unyielding

- Commissionaire - A uniformed messenger employed by the Corps of Commissionaires for the employment of pensioned soldiers

- Hypermetropia - farsightedness

- Myopia - nearsightedness

- Par Excellence - being the best of its kind

- Luthieri - one who makes or repairs stringed instruments

Enjoy these gems.

Dreams.

Dreams can do weird things. Sometimes they finish a movie for you, like, say, Four Weddings and a Funeral. Other times they bring up things that just depress you.

Timely Rom-Com

I couldn't believe I had not seen 'Four Weddings and a Funeral,' before now, but I understand why I haven't seen it until now.

I am seeing it at an incredibly timely moment, where I can identify quite strongly with Charles. Tom Hansen, Ethan Allen Hawley, and Charles. If you want to know about me, look at these characters.

Jeggings. Just one more sign of the aPOPalypse

Popular culture is now intentionally destroying my will to participate in it.

People say "But they're comfortable." So is being naked, but I abstain from that in public. Quit being so self centered.

The Great Pumpkin Crisis of 2009/10

Good grief. (see what I did there? Style points, bitches.)

No canned pumpkin.

Nestle decided to monopolize pumpkin farming and focus almost 90% of production in one farm. Which is safe. Especially if harvest conditions are unfavorable.

God and his angels are weeping for America.

2nd to Last Supper

Had a cool night with cool cats. Except Champps doesn't take Discover, and I owe Lauren 20 bucks. Oh, and Express had sales on everything but ties. What a crock.

Second Semester Project-

master more useless skills. Such as:

The Ones I Have Started:

- Juggling

- Pool

- Card Throwing

- Useful Guitar Chords (if you can call one note a start...)

- Free style rapping

- Mario Kart Skills

- Super Smash Brothers skills

- Reading classical literature

- Ballroom Dancing

- Cooking/Baking

- Throwing a perfect spiral

- Nailing Free Throws, 3-Pointers, and Half Court Shots

- Basic Drum Skills

- Eating Things In One Bite

The Ones I Haven't Started:

- Piano Parlor Tricks (learn songs, not notes)

- Find openware for mixing songs

- Learn html or xml

- Drawing Caricatures

- Magic Tricks (Last night I was inspired...)

- Karate

- Drink Mixing

- Silk Screening

- Bee keeping (if you get the joke, high five!)

- Rock climbing

Excuse me sir, but could we stop the world for a second?

I've spent my life trying to understand trends of the past, but now I'm trying to catch up with the present, and it is exhausting work. Finding out about new music, and keeping up with the internet while still trying to understand the past may prove to be too big a chore.

What college degree could help me develop this?

It'd be sweet if there was just a button you could push that would tell you exactly how everyone you know felt about you, and it opened all lanes of communication.

That'd be so cool, because this runaround of everyday life is getting silly.

Mr. Frank, Jeanette and I Solved World Peace

If communication could be 100% open and understood, and as long as people could remove their selfish interests from their considerations, there would be no conflict.

Attaining this is difficult, but it starts by recognizing a few basic facts:

- Most every human action is an attempt at security.

- The one thing guaranteed by freedom is the one thing most people fear - uncertainty. Uncertainty threatens security, which is based on assured knowledge.

- Knowing is half the battle.

GI JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE.

Especially that last one.

Recently I've Been Thinking

DEER SLAYER

I saw an SUV in the Target parking lot today that said "DEER SLAYER" in bold white letters across the black hood, bookmarked by the painted on heads of two bucks.

Had the guy (or girl, I guess) killed these deer in hand to hoof combat, that might be impressive, but I think I'd put that on my hood instead of just "DEER SLAYER." "HAND TO HOOF COMBAT CHAMPION, DESTROYER OF DEER." That seems like it's something to be more proud of. Or how about something like "COLLEGE GRADUATE." Something that is immensely more difficult, time consuming, and just more challenging in general.

Who made these rules?

I'm realizing how silly it is that guys have to make the first contact. If this isn't a rule, please tell me, but so far my experience in life has been that guys have to be the bold ones and why is that? Why do I always have to make the first contact?

If someone else is ignoring me, should I ignore them, too? Or should I not ignore them just to piss them off, because how immature they are being?

I like that second option. Which is why I'm an ass.

Only 3650 days left...

And then I'm almost thirty and this decade is over.

Meanwhile, it's time for some reflection because I just watched and rekindled my love of Speed Racer.

If you want to see a predictable good versus evil, visuals that will blow your mind away, trip, skip Avatar and go to blockbuster to pick up speed racer. Watch it on a kickass tv, and prepare to have your face melted.

So...

it would seem my feelings need protection.

And then I was a douche bag to a deer [sic] friend. Oh well, what else is new?

Here are two jokes to lighten the mood.

A giraffe walked into the bar, but the zebra made it under just fine.

Every lemming walked into the bar.

I sweamise, eventually I might return to a normal me. I haven't felt normal in a long time, but it will eventually happen, just as soon as I sort some shit out.

Alright, I've Calmed Down...

..but not by too much.

Luke, Conner, and I were upstairs in the kitchen and we ignored the time. We missed the countdown and the turn. Rounds of high fives, high tens and chest bumps were given out.

Verite came upstairs and all four of us talked, played some music and danced. Like fools. It was great.