Man, this new Blogger is a bitch and a half.
But... hells yeah. It's about time people stopped whining and crying over the smallest thing. His response makes me feel really good.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070420/ap_on_el_pr/mccain_joke
Remember the good old days when I would blog to avoid doing work?
Well, I got an Xbox 360, and now I do even less work than before. I've increased my efficiency at procrastinating by at least 63%. It seems like my little bit of the internet has fallen by the electronic wayside. That's a shame.
However. I beat Gears of War. I beat Halo. Red vs Blue is ending. Halo 3 isn't until September.
Welcome back.
There is something HIDEOUS near my keyboard. Damn computer labs.
Also, I was threatened with removal from the library, were I not to quiet down. BULLSHIT.
Earlier in the year I was also asked to leave the library for discussing anal sex too loudly with a fellow student. But by a different librarian.
H. Dean would be proud
Remember the good ol' days, when we could go on Facebook and MySpace and... oh yeah, things like YouTube and that collection of seedy underground material known as bungie.net, the known threat to the morality of youth and the webpage of the creators of Halo and its subsequent (and kickass) sequels.
Up next: blocking Google. Then Yahoo. Then Wikipedia. YEHAWWWWWWWW!
Writing a final paper about suicide and rape is not as much fun as you would think it would be.
Of course, the paper is about a suicidal person and a martyr, so everytime I write it I get to sing "The Only Difference Between Suicide And Martyrdom Is Press Coverage."
Which brings me to my next point: tonight I'm going with Haley to the Panic! at the Disco concert in NYC at Madison Square Garden. With a goat and a football.
mix made for haley
This is the track list, in order, of the mix I made Haley. It was supposed to inspire her, but I haven't seen anything yet. Doesn't this music make you want to hunt ghosts?
Hallelujah -Jeff Buckley
Rock Is Dead -marylin Manson
Gunslinger (Runnin' Out Of Time) -Over It
Call in the Cavalry -The Shys
The Way -Fastball
Hurt -Johnny Cash
Sugar, We're Goin' Down -Fall Out Boy
God is Going to Get Sick of Me -Aberdeen City
Highway to Hell -AC/DC
Mack The Knife -Bobby Darin
Dirty Business -The Dresden Dolls
Hey Man, Nice Shot -Filter
Listen Up! -The Gossip
Paradise City -Guns 'N Roses
Are You With Me? -Vaux
Seven Nation Army -The White Stripes
End Of the World (Acoustic) -Cold
The End -Jim Morrison, The Doors
Black Betty -Ram Jam
I really quite feel like Spencer Smith has a tattoo. On his upper back/neck.
But I could be mistaken.
a note about the craftiness of J-Walk
I love this band. I really do. They're the reason that the things I listen to aren't only country or from the 60s. But sometimes they make me WTF? and it is mostly somehow involving Jon Walker. This makes me suspicious.
The people's Exhibit A:
Click to enlarge because it only gets better. Spencer Smith is holding a bra, creepy guy on the right is planning to molest Spencer, and Jon's holding a pair of panties. And from the proportions, these are not small undergarment, either.
The people's Exhibit B:
Why is Jon always wearing sandals? Why is Ryan cuddling? Why does Ryan look frightened? Did Brendon just text him naughty things? Why does Jon look devious? Did Brendon just text him naughty things?
I really feel like this is Jon Walker and Pete Wentz, but at this point, anything's possible.....
These are not well adjusted people.
But Spencer's just adorable.
I'm feeling the blogging groove again
Oh, I think yes.
Dear Lord, I have not updated this thing in forever. At least when I had only 5 classes I could pretend to have an Internet life. Now I have 6 and let's not fuck around, I have NO time.
But keep a sharp eye to the horizon and an ear to the ground (but not at the same time), for if anything worth logging on and typing about happens, I'll be sure to let my faux-internet friends know first, months before my other friend(s).
I've got all of my makeup and almost all of my clothes for the Panic! concert.
Now I must talk to Haley.
