A Quick Year Review

Atrophied in Architecture Studio
Saw the All American Rejects and had a crowd surfer dropped on my head
Spent countless hours playing video games
Won an iPOD
Had the worst hang over of my life (not repeating that one)
Knocked up a bride’s maid (just kidding)
Was a groomsmen in my cousins wedding
Met Ben Stein
Went to Arkansas for a leadership confrence
Dug a grave for a funeral by hand (seriously)
Went to Boston
Broke up with my girlfriend of 3 and 1/2 years (hardest part of the year)
Saw Coldplay
Started Xanga
Started my Architecture Major

I Promise, I Promise, I Promise

Call me a humbugger or something creative, but I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. I figure if I won’t promise myself to do something under normal circumstances, then why would making a New Year’s Resolution influence me to do so? I know there are things I could do different, better, etc… but I’m very content with myself.

Besides, we all know when you rearrange “i promise” you get “promiise” which means absolutely nothing.

Word of the Day

Nothing is more fun than teaching William, my nephew of age 2, new words. Last night he learned the word “Robot” from watching me play a video game. Then he proceeded to stomp around the living room (mimicing the robots) and yelling “rooobot, rooobot, rooobot.”

Lord of the Airplanes

Kenton probably told everyone about the adventure we had dropping IdiotFactory off at the OKC airpot. Can we say “delayed” boys and girls? We are at Panera bread, which I didn’t know served sandwiches and such. I wanted a Jones soda, so I asked the cashier what he thought was good.

Little did I know he was gay. I have nothing against gay people, but I didn’t want him to think I was flirting with him or anything. On top of that he recommended I try the… FU FU Berry, which I admit was very delicious. The three of us about died laughing.

I got to hear Idiotfactory’s mom on the phone. Damn, she sounds cute.

At the airport we spent a lot of time playing on the moving sidewalk singing “Virtual Insanity” by Jamaraquai while imitating his best dance moves. Some of the other people were very amused. We are exactly the type of people they don’t want on moving sidewalks.

In the end the the airlines pushed Idiot’s flight back far enough we had time to go see the new LOTR, which was excellent. In a second phrase I’d sum the movie up as “A movie where the ending thirty minutes is longer than the beginning three hours.”

Yea, Yea, It is a PREMIUM Christmas Day!

Wow, my poetic skills are bountiful today. What loot did you rake in? I raked in the following…

2.) Dance Dance Revolution 2 MAX with Dance Pad. How come American gaming companies never invent this stuff?

3.) A gorgeous moleskin journal. I love journals, and this is the same kind of journal Hemingway and Matisse and other famous artists and writers carried while traveling the world. To accompany the journal, there is the “Point Book” for this coming summer in Europe….

I got everything I wanted, except for the critical mass of plutonium. But, I can live without it better than I can live with it. I had a good laugh with the “Point Book.” It is filled with pages of pictures like such…

This book gives me even more reason not to become bilingual, while at the same time expanding my ability to communicate. For instance, this summer if I need to say “Take me to a ghetto” I can instead flip to page 43 and point to that bottom right picture. Actually, I love the little book. It is great.

Inspiration
A post or two ago I talked about the snowman I made inspired by Calvin and Hobbes. Here is the finished product and the inspiration I drew from…

Quote with a Story

My niece, Kiera, goes to preschool everyday. What she does there is a mystery to her parents for the most part. Here is a conversation Beth had with her…

Beth: What did you do at school today?
Kiera: I sat on my little bottom.
Beth: You brought home a painting. Did you paint?
Kiera: Yes, I paint.

Speaking of family, all of my siblings and their spouses and children will be here for Christmas, which is great. I learned my nephew William (age 2) has had to get stitches for falling twice! Okay, he is half japanese… where in the hell are his lightining fast ninja reflexes?

All I am asking is for someone to have deadly stealth assassin instincts. But no. He has fallen down the stairs at his home and he fell again at a hospital and hit a window sill. Maybe he was defending his families Honor or something. Oh well.

Home Again, Home Again

Sorry I haven’t updated in probably my longest pause ever. Finals are over. I finished the semester with a 3.0, which means I’m not as dumb as my friends thought. They lost a lot of money on the bets they placed. Isn’t it nice to be home?

My roommates and I celebrated the end of finals by playing video games, drinking wines, and having fun in the snow. That entails sculpting a huge penis (all you ladies stopped to read that, huh?) out of snow on the hood of Alan’s truck.

It has been nice to take a bit of a Xanga rest. My head is full of new ideas, unfortunately, I am stuck with a 56K internet connection until the tenth of January. I try to comment back to everyone who comments here, but that may be hard to keep up with. It takes forever to load pages on this crappy connection.

“Praise the Lord and Pass the Amunition!”

What better way to spend an evening than making snowmen? Calvin and Hobbes inspired snowmen. In front of Jones, I constructed the famous “Snowman committing suicide” from a Calvin and Hobbes. The snowman is committing the act with a hot water bottle on his head. I used Oreos for the eyes and nose, snow for the body, sticks for the arms, and a real hot water bottle for the finish touches.

The next day Jason, Alan, Andrew, and I had a huge snowball fight outside. I was forced to use the snowman’s head for ammo. “Praise the Lord and Pass the Amunition!” Maybe this is that happened to John the Baptist’s head? Amen…

Sometime I wonder why my posts never generate hatE-mail, then I realize you are all very relaxed and groovey, which is nice. Any of you ever get hate mail? That would be cool. Send me some hate mail. Not hate comments or hatE-props, but HatE-mail.

Quote:
“A woman’s test is material. A man’s test is a woman…if a man could fuck in a cardboard box, he wouldn’t buy a house.”

Quote:
Andrew: “She lives right by Lowes and Christie’s Toy Box.”
Me: “Real estate is about location, location, location.”

Corrections:

1.) I pointed out the wrong pilot two blogs ago. Her uncle is the pilot on the left.
2.) Evil pets do not make good gifts. I apologize for any accidents that might have resulted from this false information.

Another Round of Crayon

Once again the Magic of Crayola has been surgeing through my veins. Literally, I ate a crayola. It was the blue one. I imagine blue things always taste best. For instance, if you were to eat a planet, Earth would probably taste the best.

To see the wonderful Pope Art(c)(tm)(etc…) you know where to go.

What is for Lunch?

Today I was stumped as to what I should eat. Then I remembered “What Would Jared Do?” Then it occured “What Would Jesus Do?” He would kick Jared’s ass. Actually, he’d have Judas do it.

Fear Trogdet

Who is Trogdet? Well, she is the cousin of the ever famous Trogdor. And her job is to help Sgt. Mandrake Pepper, the Beta, ward off intruders, such as diamond theives, felons, and NASA.

Trogdet looks exactly like…

Except, she is plastic, only two inches tall, and a different species of dinosaur. She has the same overall affect though.

Now A Word From Our Sponsors

Yeasterday morning was filled with activity and exercise. We rented “the Simpsons: Hit and Run.” The game is a blast. We’ve managed to beat the first third of the game and unlock all the secrets to this point fairly quickly. Being very health concious, we realized the only way to redeem our laziness was to eat Cheddarwurst and those mint Grasshopper cookies.

Today’s breakfast, Cheddarwurst and Grasshopper cookies, was brought to you by the makers of Jim Bellushi’s “Little Chocolate Donuts.” “Not Much is Wurst than a Cheddar Wurst.” We now interupt this public program to bring you a football game.

Ever wonder who in the hell decided to name them grasshoppers? It is really a whatever for “Ass Grhoppers.” Brought to you by a construction worker or dirty old man near you.

Christmas List’s

1.) Third World Country to call my own
2.) Toilet made of gold to dictate from

Mine is pretty reasonable, seeing as my brother asked for his youth back. lol. I don’t think of my siblings being as old as they are. John is about sixteen years older than me. Someday he’ll move back from Tokyo to the USA. Then perhaps I’d see him for more than every other Christmas? I’m not bitter about it, but he is my only brother, and it would be nice if we had more time to do more “brotherly bonding” (punching each other).

What is the worst thing you’ve ever recieved as a present?

The Last Laugh

I had a wonderful blog written up for tonight, but then I watched Kansas State open up a can of Industrial Strength Ass Kickin’ on OU. We’re talking Ali boxing a girl scout kind of ass whooping.

As an OSU fan, it was gratifying.

ps - for those loyal fans out there, I will have the blog for tonight up tomorrow night. This one isn’t enough content for two days.

Quote:
“No, no, no. It is step, hip, step, pivot. Are you trying to piss of the volcano?”

Popetures

In an effort to make the horiscope more understandable to the common dim witted american television watching citizen, we here at Pope Horiscopes have invinted the “emoticon” system. This was inspired by Reese Almack Industries. If you aren’t doomed, you get a and if you are you get a

for Aires, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra,
for Scropio, Ophiuchus, Sagitarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces

We Thought We Did Interesting Stuff!

Stealth technology is well over twenty years old. If that is the last thing we know about top secret airplanes, then imagine what is being tested right now? The picture below is the “Bird of Prey,” the last X-Plane to have been declassified. The pilot on the right in the next photo is one of the top test pilots for top secret thingies… and he happens to be Jason’s girlfriend’s uncle. Isn’t that cool? But it blows because he can’t tell ANYONE about all the super cool things he has done, seen, flown, etc…

My Day In Speed Review…

Today I went to Spanish where our grades were given to us. I have a better grade than I thought! Woot! The day already had one of those “great day” feelings to it, so the good grade only enhanced things. Then I ate lunch with Jason (my roommate), played video games with Jason, went to the Art thing by the English building with Jason to turn in his art, played football south of Wentz (some girl whistled at us), ate at the Service Station with six friends, kicked John’s ass at checkers before the meal, xangad a lot today, saw Lindsay and Diane. As you can tell, Jason and I had nothing real to do today.

Eerie…

Of my roommates, I am closest to Jason. I like to think we have a funny little repoire, such as Bryan and Stewie (family guy) or the Tick and Aurthor. When we eat at the Service Station he orders bread sticks and I order fried pickles. We each get half of both orders. He gets the red sauce for the bread sticks and the ranch, and I get the ranch from the friend pickles for my bread sticks. We both get chocolate shakes and water (with or without lemon), and for dinner I always get the Salmon, which comes with two sides of your choice. I always choose two servings of fried apples, and he gets the extra one. In return I get the side of bread from his pasta dish. His girlfriend, after witnessing this understood system at dinner, started teasing us as though we were a couple. It is kind of eerie though.

Flawless Victory: details of Checkers

When you wait in line at the Serivce Station you can play checkers. I once sucked at checkers, but over the past year have become a checkers fiend. Seriously. I was wailing on John today (he only got to take one piece the entire game, and he was only going to get to take one more), and as usual - two or three moves before finishing him off we were seated! Oh well, I have yet to lose a game.

Quote:
“I don’t know if I hate ALL people, just the ones I know.”

Quote:
“At a Catholic church they take offering first. You always pay first, that way you don’t get communion and duck out the back.”