Here I stand, Sad and Free

I found this in my journal from a few weeks ago-

Things that make me happy:
Having a plan for the future
Calling Kevin “pervert”
Music, specifically live bluegrass
Crazy old men
Mikey’s George W. Bush impression
Becca’s laugh
Drunk-dancing Jake
Justin Timberlake music videos
Best Friends
Art
What the hell does rant mean
Jump balls
lists
Roller coasters
Springtime
Original NES games, and emulators on that note
Mortal Kombat, Super Mario World, Donkey Kong Country

Hmmm. Life can be so fickle sometimes.

Teriyaki Boyz in the place to be

So it’s finals, and I’m busy. But I need to ask you a question- Do you like teriyiaki sauce? Please comment below.

So listen up this sun hasn’t set

So after realizing that I am turning into an out of control spending fiend I have decided to adopt the a new saying. What Would Kevin Do? (that link made me giggle) Every time I’m at Target, Barnes and Noble, or Ross Dress for Less with items in hand I will stop and say “WWKD?” to which I will decide whether or not it is in my best interest to purchase said item. I think he makes a pretty good financial role model, he appreciates spending a little more for a quality product, but at the same time knows when too much is too much.

So this morning to go along with my new found financial awareness, I decided to apply for some scholarships offered by the art department so I can attend school next fall. The application called for 10 mounted prints. Now an amateur would just hand in ten, loose, mounted prints. However I am no amateur. I took a trip to Utrecht Art Supplies to purchase a portfolio. I had the following conversation with myself:

M1: Hmm.. I need this portfolio for my scholarship entries but its $40.00 and I only budgeted $30. What would Kevin do?
M2: The responsible thing to do would be to look online for a less expensive, but just as nice portfolio. Since you procrastinated though you are stuck with whatever they have
M1: I didn’t procrastinate!
M2: Whatever, You should go with the the less expensive, plastic, portfolio
M1: But that looks like crap. I think Kevin would like me to get the nicer one, it’d look more impressive.
M2: No you should be more responsible.
M1: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ME!

After realizing that I have officially gone insane, I decided to go with the leather bound, more professional, portfolio. After all, it is only 10 dollars, and when you’re buying art supplies 10 dollars is nothing more than a couple rolls of film, half a pack of paper, or maybe a big can of compressed air.

Kevin says:
I would splurge and get the nicer looking portfolio I think

Looks like I made the right choice. *phew* I’m saved from damnation for one more day.

Have a good’un.

You already know how this will end

Currently, my life is too boring to blog about. (If you’re bored then you’re boring?) So please enjoy this story from the past.

So the night after the election, I talked Marci into going to a singles mixer with me… After sitting in my car for about 10 minutes deliberating on whether or not to go inside, we got out of the car and into the club where said mixer was held. We were given name badges, partook of some of the free food and mostly sat around talking with each other. We were approached by a few of the other singles, which were mostly nice. One man even told us a joke about the Pope and a limousine. After about an hour or so two lovely gentlemen approached us, named Brooks and Kevin.

We chatted for about ten minutes when one of the event coordinators came over and forced everyone to squeeze into the tiny booth. There we chatted some more, and thus began a beautiful friendship. (Cheesiness intended). The only downside to the night? Being pulled out on to the dance floor by said coordinator…There are few things more awkward than 4 strangers on a dance floor, trying to make at least a semi-decent first impression when none of you really dance… at least to the hippity hoppidy music that all the cool kids listen to…

So why tell this story you ask? I’ll tell you. Had Maac and I decided just to go back to her house and watch Benji, I would not be able to link to any of these fabulous blogs. That’s right. Not only did I meet two really cool guys, but it grew into a ton of other friendships that I hold near and dear to my heart. So yeah. Thanks for letting me be friends with your friends Kevin, it’s been a blast so far. Even if you are trying to steal my identity, I mean, you even have a blog of your own now.

Have a good’un

Good things are never gonna be quite what you want

So there is one day left of the detox after today, and I have to say I am quite proud of myself for sticking to it for 7 days straight. So take that all you naysayers. Okay nobody was really a naysayer… and yeah it was just a diet but still. I’m proud of myself. And I feel really good, so stop judging me.

Having said that I am not as high on life as I was during my last post. While I was claiming to have had some sort of epiphany, I think I was borderline batshit insane. So there you go. So yeah, I’m not unhappy as my last post led on, but thank you to those who were concerned. Mostly I meant I need to be doing something more worthwhile with my life, because I feel like everything I’m doing right now is a result of selfish motives? Does that even make sense? whatever. I’m sorry I even brought it up.

In other news, the east coast has been hammered by storms. Normally I wouldn’t really care, however this time IT’S PERSONAL. My good friend Kevin is stranded due to cancelled flights and that? sucks. Not only does this mean I can’t go to his house to watch random TV shows, but I’ve been left to entertain myself (translation: pester Sarah and Dave until they ignore me) since last Friday. Believe me, it makes for long work days.

Finally, I feel like I should say something about the tragedy that occurred Monday night at Trolley Square Mall. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and still have no idea what to say. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it or not, but I’ve witnessed a shooting and that was the worst day of my life. I can’t even begin to explain how terrifying it is to feel like your life is in danger because of a lunatic with a gun. My heart goes out to all those involved.

Have a good’un

Celebrate we will, cause life is short but sweet for certain

So I don’t know what is up with me, but my emotions have been on a roller coaster ride lately. Pretty soon I’m going to start writing emo song songs or something, and that? could be scary.
Without going into too much detail, lets just say I’m lucky to have friends who will throw me black and purple parties, wear du-rags, hang out even if I haven’t seen them for months, and get upset if they think I’m mad at them.

I am so lucky.

Have a good’un.

B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Okay this is important. Which would you prefer?

Yellow and delicious?

or Green and disgusting?

Leave a comment.

Have a good’un