The one where I use "blog" another eighty times and mark a return to "Friends"-style titles for no other reason than to amuse myself.

Hi, blog. I'm not sure what to write about, so I'm just going to try and make my way through all the standard blog topics.

I am sad.
Hmmm.... No, I'm doing perfectly fine. No emo posts today, friends.

I am angry.
Well, let me think. I'm mad at Amazon for changing their shipping system and actually having their package arrive at the time they say the will instead of the drastically quicker shipping times I'm used to. But things could be a lot worse than me having to wait a little extra for a DVD.

A Picture Share!
Sorry, no digital camera (yet!) or Flickr account on this end, so all my pictures stay locked in my brain, unshared.

Interesting blog entry.
Fortunately for me, unfortunately for you, the reader, I am not overseas fighting, I am not working as a secretary/whistle blower inside some Fortune 100 company, and I'm not opinionated/unemployed enough to post a bunch of insider gossip and blog all the live-long-day, though if someone would like to pay for this I would not be adverse to the idea. However, as soon as something seedy goes down at my college's computer lab and I'm not the one to do it, I'll be sure to rip the lip off it. Anonymously, of course, I want to keep my job.

Boring sidenote: in an attempt to do research for this thing I went to Blogger's listing of the most recently updated blogs: Cats Meow and I enjoy being a slut. Just thought it was interesting that at that very moment I got to see a cat photo repository and documentation of this lady's sexploits right next to each other: a seemingly perfect representation of the Internet as a whole.

Oh, right! Blog!

So, uh, hi, blog. Sorry for not writing. I started my heavy reading Summer class this weekend, and I'm plowing through half-a-book to a book each night. This weekend I drove to Binghamton and went to New York City with Mo and it was rocktacular. Actually visiting the area that I have idealized as my future home only solidified my want for moving there. (As an English major I have learned how to write superconfusing, yet grammatically correct sentences. Be proud.)

What's that? OH NO! Beatnik Squad hasn't been updated in three years! Thanks alot blog.

Slightly bored and severely confused.

Yes, yes, I know. Two posts in one day, but this piece of spam was just to good to pass up.

From an email with the subject line: SouthTrust Bank: please confirm your data

"Just the contrary Alyssa Milano Yes, I don't mind Harley Davidson Oprah Winfrey"

Take that, Alyssa Milano. You just got schooled by...Oprah, I think.

And you'll make me smile...

Something that made me laugh at 8:28 in the AM.

Shocking Update! Blogger "highly recommends" Blogger t-shirt! States that it "would be good for doing exercising between posts!"

Oh, naive Blogger. Any "active blogger" that uses posting to their blog as a way to segment their day isn't going to be exercising between posts. They're either making too much money off their blog, or they're lazy.

I'd Break Those Mountain Passes

Well, here I am at my first day of work at my summer job. Here's a hint for everyone else who may be starting a summer job soon: don't be late on your first day of work. They don't care for that.

• On the bright side, I have a summer job that allows me to blog about it as I do it.
• On the dark side, I only had four days of complete freedom from school (this does not include future weekends.).
• On the light side, however, fear leads to anger, and so on.

I have such a great week planned. A great, sleep deprived week. As many of you know, the new Battlestar Wars Trek movie comes out this week, and I will be seeing it at midnight Wednesday/Thursday morning. I will then wake back up at 7 in the morning for an awesome day of class and work. The next day I will drive to Binghamton to visit Mo, and while there, wake up at 4:30, in the morning mind you, they have that now, to go to NYC for the first time ever. There, now you can be my personal assistant and remind me of upcoming events.

You see how I did that? I took basically the same post I wrote last time, and by writing it in a different tone (happy, instead of sad), I got a completely new blog entry out of it, thusly disenfranchising the three regular readers of this blog that I have.

Lesson learned from this post: I use "blog" as a verb and a noun an awful lot, and the spell check does not recognize it as a word.

Emo post.

Okay, I'm going to blog and be kind of depressed for a moment. For those of you that are going to accuse me of turning my blog into an sterotypical emo blog, please keep in mind that a precident has already been set.

After my first year of living away from home I am back in Warsaw. And it is boring. With the exception of my dear friend, and future roommate Jon Chalmers, all my friends have moved away. Warsaw, while quaint and a nice place to live, is not known for having anything fun to do. And I don't know if its a result of the major shakeups in my life, something on their end, or just me growing up, but I feel out of place here. I don't want to be here. This doesn't really feel like home now which means that I don't know where mine is.

On the bright side, my brother comes home next week and I'll be busy working and taking classes then. I am going to be going to New York City for the first time ever next week. I got my grades today and they were up from last semester, despite this one seeming a bit tougher. And thanks to some brainstorming with Mo, I've got some great ideas for a whole slew of Beatnik Squad strips. So why am I so down?

I'm sure it'll pass in the days to come. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. You don't need to leave a reassuring comment, I just needed to vent.

PostSecret FollowUp

For those of you that are too busy to read all the comments I get, an anonymous reader (my brother) has sent me a postcard secret to be posted on my blog:



World's Greatest Grandpa is an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. But mostly it's a blog.

Hey! Look at this! Two

I just found this blog called PostSecret. Anonymous people send this guy postcards, often very artistic postcards, that reveal some secret about the author. Some are funny, some are sad and some are kind of scary. I can't stop looking through them.

Good use of Internet.

Adventure.

Believe it or not (this is not particualarly unbelieveable, I don't know why I started this way), there are certain types of women that can be named that without a specific name, face or person attached, will sound attractive to me. Such genres of women include: indie-rock girl, comic book store girl (not to be confused with "comic book store patron girl"), attractive girl, and record store girl. It was the latter who hit on me today while in Rochester with my girlfriend Mo (who, incidentally, fits into the first category mentioned.)

Me: Purchasing the new Ben Folds album, holding an empty container of delicious watermellon flavored bubble tea (the black tapioca pearls look like watermelon seeds(!)).
Her: Figiting with the CD, opening it to make sure that the right CD was in it, attempting to slide the jewel case back into its sleeve. Suddenly:

"Where did you get your glasses?"

Now, keep in mind, I do not have particularly outrageous, or original glasses. In fact, I have just the sort of glasses I would expect a patron of a record store such as this to be wearing. Regardless, I answered the question posed.

"From the regular, old, eyeglasses store."

A brief aside, I said "eyeglasses," and I don't know why that happened. I don't say "eyeglasses," and neither does anyone else under seventy. She thanked me for my answer and the flirtation ended.

And that is the story as to how the record store girl flirted with me and I went home with the indie-rock girl.

Written from behind a receptionist's desk

Andy Rooney, here. It seems that everywhere you go, people are working. Some people work at restaurants. Other people work in fancy office buildings. It seems that the only people that aren't working are those that are making work. The customers. (CAMERA ANGLE CHANGE) I don't like working. I sit at this desk all day, I think of things to complain about and then I read letters from people. A lot of these people probably wrote me their letters from work. (CAMERA CHANGE AGAIN) I'd like to just throw all these letters away. I don't really read them anyway. That's someone's job to read my letters and give me the interesting ones. And yet if I were to throw away the letters addressed to me that I don't even read, I'd probably just be causing more work for somebody else.

Every crazy rant helps.

Nobody watch American Dad on Fox this evening. The show is terrible anyway, and then they will bring Arrested Development back.