Lets Do It For Johnny

Hey everybody, I just had something on my mind that I wanted to say. I don't know how many of you have ever heard of the band Bowling For Soup, but they kick ass. I espcecially like their old album, Lets Do It For Johnny. If it were up to me, I would change the album's name to Lets Do It For Boochie. I swear, its like every song on that album pretains to my life in some certain way shape or form. A lot of the songs on there remind me of Lauren. I would like to tell her which songs make me think of her and why, but I don't think it would be right. Like I said I have to restrain myself, she is after all in a relationship with Paul. But, if I had the chance, I would tell her. *sigh* In other notes, I think Shoup is gonna try and get me a job at Le Peep, and that would just be awesome. Not only would I get to work with people I know, it also sounds like a lot of fun. I hope everything works out alright. I also found a Holloween costume for school and Sunday. I decided to go Mel Gibson style with a little Braveheart action. Oh Yea... I can so pull off a kilt. I just wanted to do something that no one else I knew was going to do. What better than William Wallace? Now I'm rambling. Alright thats all I had to say about the day. Now I think I'm going to go home eat my first meal of the day and watch the new season of South Park. But, I noticed I haven't left any random thoughts in a while. My gift to you, MORE RANDOM THOUGHTS!!!!!! YARG!!!!!!

The other day, I went to the dentist…It is good to take care of your teeth…they are your greatest asset…Without them, eating is a pain, and opening packages requires other tools…Beside, without teeth, how would you bite the shit out of someone who had you in a head lock…While I am on the subject: Your mouth is not a bottle opener…Stop opening beers with your teeth...

I just discovered about a month ago that I like tomatoes…This really sucks, when I think of all of the tomatoes I have picked off and thrown away over the years…It got me thinking…What else is out there that I have been missing by being such a picky eater…I have decided to pay the tomato back by launching a love for tomatoes campaign…The Slogan…"Love Tomatoes…Fuck Mushrooms".

I am not going to lie to you…I have looked at Internet porn, and magazines will never be the same again.

If I were a king I would retire after a few years and relax…It just seems like royalty can be so darn stressful; what with all the polo, and jubilees and what not…I just don’t see how they keep up.

Once I was walking under a tree and it dropped an apple on my head…I was sure the motherfucker did it on purpose, so I kicked the tree and broke my big toe…I was afraid of word getting out that I had my ass kicked by an apple tree, so I chopped it down and set it on fire…I am not sure, but I think my reputation spread among the others in the tree community, because I have yet to be hit in the head by falling fruit since.

I want to be Captain of a ship for a day…I don’t wish to sail anywhere, I just want to wear the outfit and make dudes swab the deck…that shit looks hard…I would also make people call me Captain, since that is what I would be…My friends would get really confused and try to call me Brandon, but I wouldn’t answer them…They would get really annoyed and call me Captain Asshole or something, so I would kick them off the boat…People would learn to respect me if I was Captain…Then the next day I wouldn’t be Captain anymore…I would be Brandon…I could apologize to my friends for kicking them off the boat and we could all walk by the boat again so I could call the new guy Captain Asshole…I just want to see this thing from both sides.

You know that Mr. T guy…what the hell is his freakin problem?

I like television commercials…I really do…I think it is nice that people spend so much time and money to make their products attractive to we the TV viewing audience…I would like to have my own commercial…I would advertise myself as a really nice guy, but I would have a skinnier guy play me in the ad so as to make me more attractive to the anti fat guy community…You see, that can’t be considered false advertising, because I would print the words, "actual Horwarth may differ slightly from the Horwarth you see on the screen." I think I would be a good seller…The stores would have lines to pick up the new Horwarth…I would be the item to have on the Christmas list, and kids would ask Santa Claus for a Horwarth…The only problem is, there is only one actual Horwarth, so I am immediately out of print and collectable…My God, whomever ends up with me is going to make a fortune on E-bay…I should sell myself…I guess I need the commercial first though…I do like commercials.

I have been thinking a lot about growing up, and all of the relationships and broken hearts we go through…I always wonder how many times I said "I love you" to someone and knew I didn’t mean it…It makes me think about all of the people that have said they love me and didn’t mean it as well, and I get really pissed off, because I hate when people lie…I mean, if they were lying to get in my pants, that is one thing, but just for the sake of dragging this heart through the mud…I don’t think anyone has ever used me for my body, and that really, really hurts…It really does…I want to be a booty call…Isn’t that what we all want out of life; to be someone’s "go to" sex slave…I forgot what I was talking about…Oh yeah, Love…Love sucks.

If I didn’t have a cell phone, I would never talk to half the people in my life again, and I am not sure that would be a bad thing…Come on people…Write a fucking letter once in a while…I am going to get a tumor if this phone keeps ringing...wait a minute I don't have a cell phone. Nevermind then.

When I think of all of the friends I have in my life, I have to thank beer…I really can’t stand a lot of them, but when they bring over a 12 pack, it is really nice to see them.

Why do I run the air conditioner in my car in the winter? Because I can.

You should always ask someone if it is OK to pet their dog when you pass by…if they say "no," kick the living shit out of the dog and run like crazy. Just kidding. Flip the person off and tell them you are more of a ferret person anyway, and the dog looks like it needs to be put down from lack of love in its life…They will let you pet it then.

I have decided to stop buying Birthday presents for everyone except my parents…I still expect gifts from those around me that have always bought me things, I just really don’t think I will be Birthday shopping anymore…

Life On Display

Its been a while since I've posted. I haven't posted in about a week due to the fact that my computer's hard drive took a crap again and I couldn't find any means of updating. I tried to do it at school all week, I knew they had blocked it, but still for some reason I thought they might unblock it. Then I tried to ping the website so I could get the address and go around the system that way. That always worked last year, but I guess they've wised up to it. I figured none of my friends would want me tying up their phone lines, so I wasn't going to ask them if I could use their computers. So I turned to the last place I knew...the library. Yes, here I am sitting in a nice wooden chair and spilling my thoughts from the week. Thats a lie, considering the only exciting things that happened to me were on the weekend. Friday, I think it was, Matt, Ryan, Ian, and myself went to Wings in Elkhart. I must say, it was one of the more interesting times went to Wings. The whole way there, we only listened to two songs. The two songs were "Pick Up The Pieces" by The Average White Band and "I Want To Know What Love Is" by Foreigner. On the way home we dropped The Average White Band and just listened to Foreigner. Its one of those songs that you don't want to admit to singing, but as soon as you're by yourself you bust it out. So yea, after that we just chilled at Ian's and played some Halo. Then Saturday rolled around, ho ho ho. Petee had a party on Saturday, nuff said. No, I can go into a little more detail. I got there and started having a couple of "beverages". It was a normal beginning to a party. Later in the night they started playing erm...pong. I if you are wise you know what I mean by "pong". Anyway the two best teams of the night were Petee and 'Celli and Phil and Cory Jo. Cory Jo and Phil won because all the guys were busy staring at her boobs, which is an unfair advantage. I, however, was smart and picked Betsy as my partner. Actually, she picked me. So we ended up beating Phil and Cory Jo. Unfortunately, Petee was too..."tired" to play anymore. SPeaking of beating Phil, he also owes me $5 for drinking 52oz. faster than he did. Yes I'm bragging. This isn't Brandon mind you, this is all Bob. On Saturday's, I am Bob. I crashed at Matt's that night, like I always do. Lauren let us in and made the bed for us. That was really sweet of her to do, she's sweet. I have one more thing to say, then I'm going back to Lauren. Last night. Dan, Ryan, and myself went to China One Buffet. Now if you know me, you know I can't stand Chinese food. But, I have to say it wasn't that bad. I just mentioned this because I liked what my fortune cookie said. It said "You are a gentleman with great wisdom". Now if that isn't hitting the nail on the head. Another note from yesterday is that Ryan found my label maker and labeled my car for me. Thanks Ryan. Now back to Lauren, I have some things I have to say. I can't take it anymore, and I can't ignore it anymore. Ever since she's been going out with Paul, I've been trying to hide my feelings for her again. Act like I'm over it. I can't do it anymore. I said I liked Whitney to cover up the fact that I still have a lot of feelings for Lauren. That was a stupid thing to do. She is truly, the most beautiful person I have ever known. Everything she does, everything she says, she amazes me. I've told her before and I've told her again, I love her. I say that from the bottom of my heart. I don't know what I can do to show her how much I care. I just want her to know that she is always loved and I'll always be there. On that note my friends, I must be going. I pray everynight that I will find love in the world, until then I can only keep loving the world, and one person in it.

Craptastic Sunday

Today is turning out to be pretty craptastic. I was right too, I did get a VERY good night of sleep. I was out for like 10 hours. I'm beginning to think that the source of all of my sleep deprivation is coming from stress. See, when I wrote how I liked Whitney that gave me a sense of getting some stess off my shoulders. I told something, so it wasn't circling in my mind anymore. I had nothing to think about, so I fell asleep. If I got that much sleep from writing it down, just imagine when I actually tell her. Thats gonna make for some good rest. On a more stupid note, there is something wrong with my computer again. It just keeps restarting itself, I can't do anything on it. Right now I'm posting from my grandma's computer. Its not the fastest in the world, but its a lot better than mine right now. I'm thinking about opening it up and poking around in it a little. Thats what I've spent most of the day doing, just dicking around with that gay ass thing. Then Sean and I went to our grandpa's house to put the cap back on his truck bed for him. While we were there he gave us a shit load of golf balls. I mean like 150 of them. What the hell am I going to do with 150 golf balls. My brother knew. We went to Granger True Value to se Craig. His uncle Barry made a little driving ranger behind the store. It was really fun, its in the perfect spot. You have two choices of things to do, you can either aim at trains when they come or smack them off of the side if Martin's. It was really fun, and it took out some more stress in the process. We went to lunch with Craig at the side door deli. It was some good stuff, as usual. I guess that my brother and Melissa broke up again, even though things haven't changed at all. She still comes over and they still act like they're a couple. Don't ask me what's going on there, if I were to voice my opinion, I would tell my bro to forget about it. Obviously she doesn't know what the hell she wants, let her go and do...whatever. But thats just me. But yea, just another one of those days where you have nothing to do but sit and think. You know, about...RANDOM THOUGHTS!!! I'm tellin you guys, I'll never run out of them. Here you go, I'm sure someone finds my thoughts...amusing. See you around bitches.

Do you think that the late Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead is still is grateful that he is dead, or do you think he sold out?

Man, I’ll bet Santa Clause gets sick of cookies…I hope that dude is not Lactose intolerant…I always set out a Philly Cheese Steak and a beer…Fat guys gotta have their energy…Last time he came to my house, he ended up past out on the couch watching re runs of Everybody Loves Raymond…Half the kids in my hometown didn’t get presents until the next day, and I think he may have been a bit hung over, because I hear he waited in the sleigh and let the elves take the shit down the chimney…And one of my friends swears he saw him puking down someone’s attic vent.

Speaking of Lactose Intolerant…When did this whole thing come about…When I was a kid, if milk made your stomach hurt, you drank something else…I never heard of Ice Cream making someone fart…I don’t get it…Eat your fucking Oreos and shut up…If you don’t like cheese, pass it down…Oranges give me bumps on my tongue, so I DON’T eat oranges…What a concept…I am Citrus Intolerant…Where are my pills…I have to have an orange in an hour…

I don’t smoke pot…But I sometimes hang around people who do…They always have great snack ideas, and if you are low on cash, it is a good group to hang out with for a free meal…If all of your friends are stoned, just start talking about cheese pizza, or graham crackers with peanut butter…You’ll be well on your way to snack heaven in no time at all!!! Don’t forget, they all love dessert as well!!!

I like watching stoned people on Thanksgiving or at a big buffet…If they could move faster, you know they would fight…

Ham Vs Bacon
In America, there is a definite distinction between "Bacon" and "Ham"…The confusing thing happens when you order pizza…"Canadian Bacon", as a topping, means you want "Ham" on your pizza…However, in Canada, "bacon" is "bacon", and "ham is ham", and there is not really an item called "Canadian bacon" unless you are referring to bacon from a Canadian pig…Bring in the UK…A "Bacon" sandwich is a "ham sandwich", and things that have "bacon" on them come with "ham"…For Example, if you order "bacon" on a cheeseburger, you get a slice or two of "ham": unless you are at an American fast food chain, where, of course, "bacon" is "bacon". I am not even sure they make "bacon" in the UK, which is fine with me, because I don’t like "bacon" but I like "ham"…This means in the UK, I like "bacon"...I knew a guy in school named Al Bacon…Kevin Bacon was in Footloose…Jack Ham played linebacker for the great Pittsburgh Steelers of the late 70’s. And I played soccer (football) against Mia Hamm when I was growing up, and she is a big star now…Can someone please help me with this?

Side note: I don’t like bacon or sausage, but I like ham…I like sausage if it is in stuff, like Queso or on a biscuit…I also really like white meat pork, or most pork in Chinese Food or Barbecue…I don’t like Miss Piggy, but the Three little Pigs are OK…Porky the Pig is an Asshole, but that Wilber from "Charlotte’s Web" was "SOME PIG."

I hate being on an airplane and going through a lot of turbulence…I have started dealing with it by pretending I am on a boat, at the lake…Sometimes I even look back and give the water skier the finger…If the flight attendants were in bikinis, and the cabin smelled like sun tan lotion, I would be tempted to pee over the star board side of this puppy while its moving.

Speaking of airplanes…How many people wish they would just have a plane set up somewhere at the airport so we could practice sliding down the big yellow inflatable slide…You put a kiddie pool at the end of that thing, and you have an entire afternoon of fun…AND we are all going to have experience if we ever really need the thing. Remember to take your shoes off. You don’t want to ruin the fun for everyone.

Question for all of the guys out there…Does anyone else go through periods where when you are done going pee-pee, you put yourself up, and a little squirt of pee decides it wants to make a daring escape and places a little wet dot on the front of your pants…I hate when this happens…If it is really bad, you have to put a little extra water on so people will think the sink was just really strong…And when you return to your group you have to announce, "Man, watch out for the sink…It is a soaker." I am in a dry spell right now, but a year ago, it was really bad…And I don’t wear underpants, so basically I was going down my leg…Really uncomfortable on a cold day.

If I owned a cruise ship, I would give free cruises to hot chicks who liked to sun bathe topless…I think this would really help bring in the business…I wouldn’t even have to advertise…I would just need to cruise around some places that had big crowds a few times and then word of mouth would get me the business…The girls could make extra cash by having tip jars and talking smack to all of the dudes…Who thinks I am a GENIOUS?

Deja Vou All Over Again

You know, I used to have dreams before about stuff that happened...and then it actually did. Some of you might know this as deja vou. I don't know if its ever happened to you before, but I think its pretty cool when it does happen. Its funny, cause when I was a kid and I would have deja vou I thought I was a psychic or something. You know when you're having deja vou because you get a sudden impulse in your brain that this has happened before. But what is it when a certain event happens again, exactly the same, but intentional. I don't think that's deja vou, I think its just a coincidence. Like last night, we had pork chops, pasta salad, potato salad, and some biscuits for supper. While eating supper, we were watching American Casino on the Discovery Channel. Normal supper as usual. My grandpa was over too. Tonight we had the same thing, at the same time, and American Casino, the same episode I might add, was on. And my grandpa came over. I just thought it was kind of weird. It was sort of like deja vou, some of the same bits of conversation where said. But hey, just thought I'd get that off my chest. Speaking of things to get of my chest, I think I'm beginning to like Whitney. I feel like I shouldn't be writing that on here though, in case she reads it. I don't want her to find out I like her by reading it on the internet. I want to tell her to her face. I wanted to tell someone though, something. Its been buggin the crap out of me. Thats how my feelings work though. If I have any sort of emotion, I can't keep it in. I have to express it somehow, and it usualy comes out in the form of writing. So if you happen to read this before I tell you Whitney, sorry that I was such a chicken shit and didn't tell you sooner. *WHEW*. A burden has been lifted. Changing gears here, I've got more random thoughts for ya'll. Hey, when you have the Saturday all to yourself, what else is there to do than just...think. I'll leave you with that. I walk away with a sigh of relief and a glimmer of joy. I think I can sleep easy tonight. Sweet dreams.

OK, I admit it. I actually like Huey Lewis and The News. Sue me!!

I don’t really pay much attention to politics. I would register to vote in a heartbeat though if they gave away free cup cakes for a year to everyone that registered. Cup cakes are delicious.

I think the new M&M color sucks. Why did we need another color anyway? They all taste the same, and it just doesn’t look right in a bowl when you add pastels. I went to the M&M store in Las Vegas and they had gray ones. Some little kid barfed all over the M&M display. Everybody just looked around disgusted. So, I got the hell out of there and moved onto the Coca Cola store. I did see gray M&Ms though.

I can only come up with a few flaws in the design of the human body, but, the biggest problem is that we have nowhere to put a ball point pen. If we just had a little pouch, just under the shoulder to keep it we would always have something to write with.

There was this kid I knew when I was growing up. He could turn his eyelids inside out, fart on demand, burp most of the alphabet, and he once dented a locker with his forehead. I wonder if he ever found an outlet for his many talents. He was good.

I once changed a grade on my report card from school with a typewriter so I wouldn’t get in trouble and miss a movie I really wanted to see. I wish I could have seen the future, because I really would have rather been grounded that see the movie after all. It was a piece of shit, and I still have a mark against me for the lie.

The stupidest things I ever did in my life: Once my brother took the blame for dropping a jar of jelly onto a cake my mother had made for a party, when, after all, it was me that ruined the cake. My mom was pretty bent out of shape, but I thought my brother to be such a hero. 10 minutes later, my brother pissed me off and to get even with him, I went and admitted that I had ruined my mothers prized dessert. It took me a few days to realize what a dumb ass I was, but I eventually figured it out and swore to always blame everything on someone else, whenever I get the chance.

If money did grow on trees, I would have been a Lumber Jack…for about a week and a half.

I once broke a promise to myself and have never gotten over it. I just can’t trust me with anything anymore. Not even with the smallest things. This is some serious resentment I have built up towards myself, but it does help to talk about it.

I wonder why pizza is so fucking delicious?

Random Toughts

It doesn’t trouble me that the US is such a fat nation. But if we could get the rest of the world to start eating a cheeseburger or two, we could fatten them up. Then wouldn’t it be fun to make fun of those fat asses!!!

I think people that don’t like hot dogs are obviously very troubled and should not be allowed to eat mustard on anything

I remember waiting for my mom to pick me up from the movies when I was a kid and thinking to myself, if I new she was going to be this late, I would have seen a later movie. But what the hell would I have done until the movie started? I wasn’t a very smart kid.

I wish I could have met the guy who coined the WORD "fart." I’ll bet he had a few more up his sleeve. You know he had a few that were even better.

If I was a cat, and someone threw me off the roof to see if I would land on my feet, I would flip twice and land on my back. Just to piss them off.

Being in a band is fun. But I’ll bet being in a band of pirates was fun at times as well. While I’m on the subject; Isn’t "Walking the plank" a lot like walking off the diving board at the pool, only without all of the chlorine you get up your nose.

When people misspell my name, it doesn’t really make me mad. But if I had the chance I would pee in their milk shake. Not because I meant to, because I don’t know how to make a milk shake.

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but they will watch you play ball with yourself for hours while you are trying.

I buy myself something nice for Christmas every year whether I have been good or not. Once I bought myself a pellet gun as an early gift. Then I sat outside and waited to pop a cap in Santa when he showed up. He’s a chicken shit!!!

Whoever said that drinking and driving don’t mix wasn’t entirely correct. They actually mix, just not very well.Unless you are looking to drive into a wall and not remember it the next day; then they mix just fine.

I wish I had started playing the guitar instead of with myself when I was a kid. Maybe then I would be a better player and I would still have both testicles.

The whole idea of trading beads for a look at a girl’s breast is somewhat intriguing. It seems like both the flasher and the one being flashed get the short end of the stick. If both went into a strip club, the guy could see boobs for free and the girl could walk with like $700 a night instead of 75 strings of beads that will hang from a coat rack and remind her that she should never drink vodka again.

I think ice cream was doing just fine before someone started putting candy and cookies into it. Now it is like the crack cocaine of dessert food. I am so addicted and I blame Ben and Jerry. Those sons-a-bitches. PHISH FOOD is delicious.

Just to set the record straight. I never said I didn’t like "fish." I said "Phish." I’ll bet I would like both a lot better if I smoked pot. Since I don’t, I am sticking with tuna.

My parents don’t remember the same things about my childhood that I do. Usually when they say, "remember this," or "remember that," I always say "no." Then I say, "remember how mad you guys got when I peed in the chimney and pierced my ear on the same day?" And they say "no." I wonder if I was raised by imposters while my actual parents vacationed in the tropics. Maybe my folks stopped in for a day or two every once in a while; just to make sure the imposters were doing a good job. They really had me and my brother fooled. I wonder what the imposters are doing in retirement. I really miss them.

I wonder why no stick figures are overweight?

I was so glad when I found out that masturbation is normal. I thought I was going to be the only kid with hairy palms. That didn’t really worry me. I don’t want to offend the hairy-palmed people of the world. You look fine. It looks really good on you. What does it feel like to pet a dog?

I have forgotten just about everything I learned in school except for the Pledge Of Allegiance. And now they are changing that. 13 years with nothing to show for it. It WAS a great place to meet chicks though.

By the time I was big enough to fight back against my older brother, he was old enough to be arrested for assault if he hit me. Torn, I took my beating like a man. But, I stopped letting him fart in my face when I was 13.

I don’t see anything wrong with going out with a girl because her mom is attractive. But, if her dad kicks your ass, don’t blame me.

Is it me or did TV used to really suck. And why is it that I didn’t think Melissa Joan Hart was hot when I was a kid; and now when I see her on TV its better than porn.

You know, no one is born a menace to society. That shit takes work.

The Statue Of Liberty looks a lot smaller in person. TV really does add a few pounds.

Whoever had the idea to milk cows was probably some pervert. I mean, what was his motivation. "Those calves may be onto something. Martha, hold Bessie still. I’m gonna give it a try." That’s just bad. I’m glad milk comes in bottles now. That’s a long way to bend down, and I’ll bet it stinks under a cow.

Is the guy who shot John Lennon still alive? Let’s go cut that guys balls off.

New England Clam Chowder

Now, I do have a premise for the title of this entry. As we speak I am eating a nice creamy bowl of clam chowder. It really goes good with some saltines. Oh man, is it good. I was eating and thought what better time to post than now. Nothing too exciting happened today. Just another average day in life. The same ol' craptacular black day. In fact, I think I could narrow it down to a bulleted list. Check it out.

• Picked up Whitney
• Went to school
• Sat in the IMC
• Went to Scherm's class, which I think I'm going to kill myself in pretty soon
• Ventured to IED where I'm actually understanding all the stuff and am pretty far into stuff.
• Walked across the hall to Wiseman's class. Just sat there and did a lab and a practice test...not in that order...as if it matters
• Went to lunch where I drifted around as usual.
• Finally I made my walk over to Astronomy and called it a day.

So you see, just another average black day at school. Gave Paul and Lauren a ride home like I usually do. I'm such a good person. Why, I don't know. The world can be crueler than hell sometimes, I think thats why I'm nice. I see so many assholes around that I don't feel like bein one of them. Hopefully it will start helpin me out with the ladies, if you know what I mean. But yea, thats all I have for now. I'll write more later most likely. Gonna finish my chowder and head to the library, cause I'm cool like that. Later peeps.

Not That Bad After All

As it turns out, today actually wasn't as bad as it started. Right after I got done in the writing center, I looked over to my left and saw that Whitney was in the other room. I thought to myself, hmmmm. Thats a coincidence too. I stop by and said hi to her and then I headed off to homeroom. You see, my whole life is one giant, huge ring of coincidences and mishaps. Like check this out, I saw Whitney in the writing center while I was on my way to homeroom. My homeroom teacher is Mrs. Rose. Whitney has Mrs. Rose for chemistry third block, which is right after homeroom. Woody just happens to be in my homeroom. They went out last year. So you see, its a small world after all. Enough of that. So, I had a sub for Homeroom, Discrete Math, and Geometry. It turned out to be a pretty good day. Did absolutley nothing all day. I had a lot of people feel my shirt. Its like a velvety, satiny sort of deal. Its pretty nice if I do say so myself. I also found out that I didn't have to take anyone home besides Miss Whitney. Had to wait around for her to get her dress fitted for the band concert. I think I'm gonna go to one just so I can see her in a goofy poofy dress. (Snicker I made a rhyme) So she got done with all of that jazz, no pun intended and we went home. I dropped her off and headed home. On the way there I saw Juhy pulling out of her driveway, so I waved. Then I thought about it and went in reverse and stopped by. I figured I hadn't seen her in a while, so I stopped out of courteousity. I miss talking to Juhy. Which is also weird, because when I went to get my mom a birthday present, she was pulling out of her driveway again. Speaking of my mom's birthday, I got her a nice little portrait of some flowers in a vase. She like it. Thats about all that I can think of that happened today. I'll probably think of some more stuff later in the night. But now, my mom wants to go to Taco Bell. I asked her what she feels like eating and of all the nice restaurants around, she picks Taco Bell. Hey, its her birthday she can cry if she wants to. Till next time y'all.

Case Of The Mondays

"Uh Oh! Sounds like somebody's got a case of the Mondays! "
- From the movie Office Space

Who can forget that annoying Initech employee from Office Space. If I had to put up with someone like that at work, I think I would have to go ahead and kill myself. And for those of you who have never seen Office Space, you need to crawl out from whatever rock you've been living under and get a life. But, she has a point. Peter had a case of the "Mondays" as do I. Cause see right now its 9:07 and I should be in Econ right now, so why am I in the writing center? Well, I got off my fouton at 6:15. For those of you who don't know, I have trouble sleeping. I lay on my fouton at night instead of my bed because its closer to my TV and my stereo. A lot of my friends think my fouton is the most uncomfortable thing in the world, but hey I like it. You get used to the stiff padding and metal bars riding up your ass. Its not as bad folded down as it is up. But anyway, I'm rambling. I got up and remembered that Whitney didn't need a ride to school, so I slumped back down onto the fouton and watched TV for a little bit. Little to my knowledge, I fell asleep. I opened my eyes as if nothing had happened, I felt like it was the first time i woke up this morning. Then I look at the clock 7:50. You know usually this would probably bother some people, not me. I just sighed, laughed at myself, and hopped in the shower. My mom started freakin out, like I knew she would. "Brandon, are you going to go to school today or not?" Yes, I'm going to school. Yes, I'm getting ready. Yes, I did my homework. Yes, you ask too many questions. Every morning, its like 20 questions with my mom. It wouldn't be so bad, but she asks the same questions like 3 times. Thats the part that annoys me. She doesnt listen to me. This was just the start of the day. Today though, I really didn't listen to her either I just kind if nodded my head and meandered out the door. Made my journey, to school. I saw Melissa going to where ever she goes in the morning. She rolled down her window I told me I was going to be late. I didn't care, wasn't the first time. So, I get to school and I park the Cutlass in softball. I was walking past main lot when I noticed a vacant spot a couple of rows in. So I figure, what the hell, I'm late already. I ventured back to softball got my car and moved it to the best parking spot I've had this year, thus far. Coincidentally enough, The spot is right behind Ryan's car. I thought that was kind of crazy. Now, I actually walked into the building, it was 8:53 when I walked in. I thought to myself, should I go to class, or skip. Well, I think you can come to a conclusion about which one I chose. So Shoup if you read this, thats where I was. Now, here I am trying to get through the day. Now its only 9:23 I still have 25 minutes to kill. I think I'll make it through the day ok. Especially after school is over. I'm given Whitney a ride home, don't know who else I'm takin home, if anybody. Its almost like the days backwards. I think I'll make it though the day, I just don't have any motivation to be in school yet. Give it time. Have a nice day everybody.

What To Be For Halloween

I never thought the weekend was gonna come, oh man. You know I was thinkin with Halloween right around the corner, that I would go around town and check out some of the costumes and stuff that are around. I feel like getting really decked out for Halloween this year, I don't know why. Whatever I decide to be, I'm gonna invest %110 into that costume. I think I've got it narrowed down to a couple of choices though. I think I'm either gonna be a pirate, a pimp, or some sort of creature that requires a lot of makeup, like a goblin or a troll. I really like the costumes and props I found for the pirate though. Plus, I act like a pirate already. I think I act like a pirate, I don't like authority, I steal, I cheat, and I look pretty piratey in my bandanas. But then again, I saw a lot of neat outfits for pimps too. I don't want to do that though, because Whitney said she was going to be a pimp for Halloween. I don't think I look like a pimp anyway. As far as the goblin idea goes, I was already a goblin for Halloween a couple of years ago. I looked badass too, so thats all I wanted to say about that. If anybody has any opinions on what I should be for Halloween let me know. Till next time kiddies, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.

Applying For Life

It seems I've been living under a rock here as of late. Everyday I try to sit down and update, some shit comes up that I can't turn down. I've been too busy doing other stuff. But now, I here I am, I finally made it. I can only imagine how many of you are rejoicing, cause I know twice as many are saying "crap he's back". DAMN RIGHT I'm back, whether you like it or not bitches. So yea, I was just running across town filling out applications trying to get a new job. I applied at a bunch of stores that people said they could never picture me working at. For example, Babies R' Us, Linens N' Things, Pier One, Michael's, and Hobby Lobby. I told some peeps that I applied to those places and they were just shit faced and mocked me. Just been havin fun trying to get a job. Job and fun in the same sentence??? WTFM? Something's come over me lately, and I like it. I don't know why, but I'm extremely happy all the time and I've just been laid back and not caring about squat. I know now how Peter felt in Office Space. I don't have a care in the world, yet again I don't work in a cubicle either. Aside from trying to get a job, I've also been applying to a shit load of colleges. I really want to go to Purdue, but there are some other place I'd like to go check out before I make my decision final. Basically, I've just been spending a lot of time preparing my self for life. Times are flyin by and just chillin in the breeze. I also have a reason to actually go to school early now. Little Miss Whitney wants a ride to school, and that is cool by me. Lauren told me a while ago that she wanted a ride, I was like all she has to do is ask. Now, like a month later, she asked me for a ride. Actually I offered, anyway I want to thank her for the motivation to get to school. Thanks Whitney. As a thanks to me what does she do, calls me gay. HAHA!! Just kiddin Whitney, you know I love you. Much love. So yea, besides all that stuff not much else is goin on. Just been draggin along with life as it goes. Takin it one day at a time, livin on complete improvisation. I think I'm gonna go a take a little jog now, I feel the breeze a blowin. Till next time errbody. (Smiling and confidently waltzing out the front door...)