0310.12
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GOU-LAIS
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Yes, Johnny, it’s good to be back in Burbank. Burbank, California. GOU-LAIS.
Mmm. Will Ferrell. So craz-zay.
Yeah, so this weekend’s been pretty interesting.
On Friday, Megan and Dan and Rusty and I hung out and junk on campus, and didn’t really accomplish much. At least, I think it was Friday. No, it was Thursday, my bad. So, yeah, Thursday. I think we talked a lot and broke a lot of the silly supertstious whatevers that all college campii seem to have. I do remember one thing, thouhg– we tried to go to the art gallery on campus at about &:30 or 8, and fount it to have closed at like 4. This was a foreshadowing of things to come.
Anyhow, I’ve been hanging out a bunch with Dusty and Aaron, and watching random people play RBI Baseball on their NES, which ahs got to be the greatest baseball game ever creeated in the history of mankind. I’ve also actually be out of my room occasionally, which is nice, or something.
Uh, anyway, on Friday evening, a plan hatched by the crazy Thursday foursome went into action– we dicided to spend the evening scoping out Little Rock. However, I guess Dusty felt bad about not spending enough time with Aaron or just really wanted to watch 2 Fast 2 Furious that evening, so he didn’t go. Instead, Megan rounded up one of her friends down here by the name of Luke, who is not The Lukeness, but a decent Luke nonetheless.
So it’s about six-thirty, seven o’clock when Dan, Megan, Luke and I hit the road in the Green Fury (not to be confused with the Viking Fury, which will tear apart your soul), only to find 67 blocked just a few miles south of Searcy. Since traffic was stopped, and since US 67, although just a Federal Highway, is a full-on Interestate-style 4-lane divided limited access highway, I decided to jump out of said Green Fury and did a jig on the motorway, as the navigation-guy in the Range Rover would put it. Seriously, how many chances in your life do you get to even set foot on that hallowed limited-access ‘sphalt? Not many, and even less to do a jig on it.
Anyhow, the stoppage was caused by a Ryder truck on the shoulder which ahd some sort of massive engine fire. It fortunately didn’t affect the cargo hold or the cab, but the hood and engine compartment were completely toasted and melted into the engine block. It was a crazy sight.
Speaking of crazy sights, that’s what downtown Little Rock was. They;ve renovated a bunch of old buildings down on the riverfront, and it’s really cool looking, but everything save a few bars close at six o’-freaking-clock postmedian. What the crap. We eventually ended up at a TCBY in the ‘burbs due to an utter dearth of Starbuckses. Had some good ice cream there, and headed back home, and I wretched to myself as Megan discussed the finer points of that Rocky Horror Picture Show garbage with Luke in the backseat. The positive side of all that, though, is that it made me realize that, since Megan’s a good, cool, and attractive girl while being a big fan of that filth, so I no longer feel guilty about collecting Japanese model robot kits, or even DVDs of the TV shows that go along with them. Yeah.
I’ve come to realize that I’m the most awesomest person ever. I know, that sounds conceited. I’m sorry. But, really. I’m sick of caring about what other people think of me, or getting bogged down in the endless mundane drudgery of life. You know why? I’m the most awesomest person ever, and all the crap in Toledo Sanitary District can’t change that. No person on this planet can change it, either– excepting, perhaps, the outside chance someone with a suitable genetic make up by some nefarious machination of science has my children, which could then, at least in theory, be more awesomer than even myself. However, this isn’t a realistic posibility, at least not now. However, to give some absolute proof here that I am, in fact, the most awesomest person ever, here’s a little quiz:
I think I prove my point. However, it appears that eventhough I am in fact the most awesomest person ever, I’m still not awesome enough for Megan to ever call me. XD ‘Whatev’, as Dan would so succintly put it.
Oh, hey, pictures.
Mmm. Will Ferrell. So craz-zay.
Yeah, so this weekend’s been pretty interesting.
On Friday, Megan and Dan and Rusty and I hung out and junk on campus, and didn’t really accomplish much. At least, I think it was Friday. No, it was Thursday, my bad. So, yeah, Thursday. I think we talked a lot and broke a lot of the silly supertstious whatevers that all college campii seem to have. I do remember one thing, thouhg– we tried to go to the art gallery on campus at about &:30 or 8, and fount it to have closed at like 4. This was a foreshadowing of things to come.
Anyhow, I’ve been hanging out a bunch with Dusty and Aaron, and watching random people play RBI Baseball on their NES, which ahs got to be the greatest baseball game ever creeated in the history of mankind. I’ve also actually be out of my room occasionally, which is nice, or something.
Uh, anyway, on Friday evening, a plan hatched by the crazy Thursday foursome went into action– we dicided to spend the evening scoping out Little Rock. However, I guess Dusty felt bad about not spending enough time with Aaron or just really wanted to watch 2 Fast 2 Furious that evening, so he didn’t go. Instead, Megan rounded up one of her friends down here by the name of Luke, who is not The Lukeness, but a decent Luke nonetheless.
So it’s about six-thirty, seven o’clock when Dan, Megan, Luke and I hit the road in the Green Fury (not to be confused with the Viking Fury, which will tear apart your soul), only to find 67 blocked just a few miles south of Searcy. Since traffic was stopped, and since US 67, although just a Federal Highway, is a full-on Interestate-style 4-lane divided limited access highway, I decided to jump out of said Green Fury and did a jig on the motorway, as the navigation-guy in the Range Rover would put it. Seriously, how many chances in your life do you get to even set foot on that hallowed limited-access ‘sphalt? Not many, and even less to do a jig on it.
Anyhow, the stoppage was caused by a Ryder truck on the shoulder which ahd some sort of massive engine fire. It fortunately didn’t affect the cargo hold or the cab, but the hood and engine compartment were completely toasted and melted into the engine block. It was a crazy sight.
Speaking of crazy sights, that’s what downtown Little Rock was. They;ve renovated a bunch of old buildings down on the riverfront, and it’s really cool looking, but everything save a few bars close at six o’-freaking-clock postmedian. What the crap. We eventually ended up at a TCBY in the ‘burbs due to an utter dearth of Starbuckses. Had some good ice cream there, and headed back home, and I wretched to myself as Megan discussed the finer points of that Rocky Horror Picture Show garbage with Luke in the backseat. The positive side of all that, though, is that it made me realize that, since Megan’s a good, cool, and attractive girl while being a big fan of that filth, so I no longer feel guilty about collecting Japanese model robot kits, or even DVDs of the TV shows that go along with them. Yeah.
I’ve come to realize that I’m the most awesomest person ever. I know, that sounds conceited. I’m sorry. But, really. I’m sick of caring about what other people think of me, or getting bogged down in the endless mundane drudgery of life. You know why? I’m the most awesomest person ever, and all the crap in Toledo Sanitary District can’t change that. No person on this planet can change it, either– excepting, perhaps, the outside chance someone with a suitable genetic make up by some nefarious machination of science has my children, which could then, at least in theory, be more awesomer than even myself. However, this isn’t a realistic posibility, at least not now. However, to give some absolute proof here that I am, in fact, the most awesomest person ever, here’s a little quiz:
I think I prove my point. However, it appears that eventhough I am in fact the most awesomest person ever, I’m still not awesome enough for Megan to ever call me. XD ‘Whatev’, as Dan would so succintly put it.
Oh, hey, pictures.
4 Comments
GMT-0500 08:53:41 0310.17 (Fri)
okay Mr. Awesome try to keep it humble
GMT-0500 00:03:20 0310.18 (Sat)
IRISH SUCK! VOTE FOR DUKE!
:thumbsup: … too bad teh blog doesn’t obey UBB/VB script, and there is no such engrained smilie in HTML. XD
GMT-0500 14:08:14 0310.18 (Sat)
Irish suck, Vote For Duke indeed. As to the lack of autosmilies in HTML, Ryan, I kind of like it, as it tends to force people to express themselves in prose as opposed to little pictograms like cavemen. XD
Oh, the irony.
And as to mister anonymous up there that didn’t bother leaving any contact informatiion, your IP address is 216.37.40.240, or LifeGrid-40-240.OneCall.Net … which is my house.
Um.
Thanks a lot!
GMT-0500 14:10:09 0310.18 (Sat)
Irish suck, Vote For Duke indeed. As to the lack of autosmilies in HTML, Ryan, I kind of like it, as it tends to force people to express themselves in prose as opposed to little pictograms like cavemen. XD
Oh, the irony.
And as to mister anonymous up there that didn’t bother leaving any contact informatiion, your IP address is 216.37.40.240, or LifeGrid-40-240.OneCall.Net … which is my house.
Um.
Thanks a lot!