New colors!
What do you think?
Someday I hope to actually be good at making web-sites.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Hows my little alien artifact?
Quick:
School started..yay.
Laura and I are hitting things off wonderfully =)
I quit the hotel.
I am apparently 15% gay.
New wine is in the process of brewing.
School started..yay.
Laura and I are hitting things off wonderfully =)
I quit the hotel.
I am apparently 15% gay.
New wine is in the process of brewing.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Hows my little innovation?
Everyone should own a roomba.
Tonight I turned Gunter on to show Laura what it did quick, she called it creepy and said it will probably attack me in my sleep. I disagree...Gunter is a fighter and will face me in the eye.
The Edges around our house have never looked better!
Its a neat little toy, I push a button, leave my music on a reasonable level in my room and when it sings at me something needs to happen for me to investigate. So it sang the first time and it was because it got stuck on a stray carpet loop. The next time it sang was because it had filled up his butt and needed to poo. So i emptied its dust and it went upon its merry way. There was just a big crash so I imagine it got into some trouble that i better go investigae.
Gunter..youre a neat little vacuume thingy.
Tonight I turned Gunter on to show Laura what it did quick, she called it creepy and said it will probably attack me in my sleep. I disagree...Gunter is a fighter and will face me in the eye.
The Edges around our house have never looked better!
Its a neat little toy, I push a button, leave my music on a reasonable level in my room and when it sings at me something needs to happen for me to investigate. So it sang the first time and it was because it got stuck on a stray carpet loop. The next time it sang was because it had filled up his butt and needed to poo. So i emptied its dust and it went upon its merry way. There was just a big crash so I imagine it got into some trouble that i better go investigae.
Gunter..youre a neat little vacuume thingy.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Hows my little good grief?
I just found out a few hundred trillion more reasons to dislike the Iraq sucide battling.
The cost to the US:
$357,000,000,000
The cost to the US:
$357,000,000,000
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Hows my little scared to sleep?
I was down in the cities this weekend havin a ball with some of the ol folks i love from MVHS. It was fine and dandy, as we are now all 21 we thought it would be a good idea to go to get our drink on friday night. I have been drinking substantially less of late, to lower my tolerance...and lower it I have. whew!
Anyway we drank we danced and there was even a small amount of singing (but no microphones were involved). Afterwards I decided it was a fantastic idea to do a lot of running and jumping off of..... everything (walls, benches, ledges, trashcans, light poles, stop lights...everything) which is always great fun. The ride home was uneventful.
But this part is more interesting.
I get back to Matt's house (my temporary home) and grab a bunch of water to drink for hangover prevention. Take off my pants and socks, remembering that the previous night I was a little chilly I left my long sleeved shirt on, and crawled in bed ready for a great snooze.
The next thing I remember is being cold.
So I can't figure out for the life of my why I am so cold. I adjust the blanket on me and it feels really course and unblanket-y, so I adjusted it to the best I could but it would only cover just a small portion of my legs. Frustrated and still mostly asleep I just gave up on it and slumped asleep, until my hand slipped off my belly and touched the coldest surface EVER.
This needless to say gave me a jolt of confusion and I was instantly awake. This is not a surface that was in my bed the previous night, so, naturally I copped a feel. I ran my hands across the smooth metal casing of the Midthun family washing machine and across the rounded edge of their dryer.
Dumbfounded, I thought to myself, 'no, thats not possible.'
Possible it was I found out after some more feeling around.
I swung my legs around and lept off of the washer and dryer confused as hell. For some reason I remembered that if I was here I would have brought something with me so in the dark in my boxers and long sleeved shirt i felt around for a familiar fabric and stumbled across my pants on the floor.
At this point I can't believe I just woke up on top of someon's....ANYONES washer and dryer. So I flick on the light just to make sure I really had, sure enough there they were. The rough blanket that wasn't keeping me warm was a floor mat no bigger than 2x3 feet. Shocked, I flicked off the light and went back upstairs to the bed I was invited to sleep in, and most surely slept there for the remainder of the night.
I am a sleepwalker, I do have a history of doing that but its been over a decade since I remember/have been caught doing it. And officially I am scared of what i could do while sleepwalking. If I hadn't gotten cold I would have surely slept atop the washer/dryer for the remainder of the night. where else did I walk around to? What did I do? How did I walk down stairs and not fall? Most important, How come I don't remember ANY OF IT?
So that is probably the funniest thing that has happened to me in months, might be the best story of '07. Hope you got a good laugh.
Anyway we drank we danced and there was even a small amount of singing (but no microphones were involved). Afterwards I decided it was a fantastic idea to do a lot of running and jumping off of..... everything (walls, benches, ledges, trashcans, light poles, stop lights...everything) which is always great fun. The ride home was uneventful.
But this part is more interesting.
I get back to Matt's house (my temporary home) and grab a bunch of water to drink for hangover prevention. Take off my pants and socks, remembering that the previous night I was a little chilly I left my long sleeved shirt on, and crawled in bed ready for a great snooze.
The next thing I remember is being cold.
So I can't figure out for the life of my why I am so cold. I adjust the blanket on me and it feels really course and unblanket-y, so I adjusted it to the best I could but it would only cover just a small portion of my legs. Frustrated and still mostly asleep I just gave up on it and slumped asleep, until my hand slipped off my belly and touched the coldest surface EVER.
This needless to say gave me a jolt of confusion and I was instantly awake. This is not a surface that was in my bed the previous night, so, naturally I copped a feel. I ran my hands across the smooth metal casing of the Midthun family washing machine and across the rounded edge of their dryer.
Dumbfounded, I thought to myself, 'no, thats not possible.'
Possible it was I found out after some more feeling around.
I swung my legs around and lept off of the washer and dryer confused as hell. For some reason I remembered that if I was here I would have brought something with me so in the dark in my boxers and long sleeved shirt i felt around for a familiar fabric and stumbled across my pants on the floor.
At this point I can't believe I just woke up on top of someon's....ANYONES washer and dryer. So I flick on the light just to make sure I really had, sure enough there they were. The rough blanket that wasn't keeping me warm was a floor mat no bigger than 2x3 feet. Shocked, I flicked off the light and went back upstairs to the bed I was invited to sleep in, and most surely slept there for the remainder of the night.
I am a sleepwalker, I do have a history of doing that but its been over a decade since I remember/have been caught doing it. And officially I am scared of what i could do while sleepwalking. If I hadn't gotten cold I would have surely slept atop the washer/dryer for the remainder of the night. where else did I walk around to? What did I do? How did I walk down stairs and not fall? Most important, How come I don't remember ANY OF IT?
So that is probably the funniest thing that has happened to me in months, might be the best story of '07. Hope you got a good laugh.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Hows my little '07?
New years eve should be a work holiday, so i make that extra money that i get to make on such days.
Ringing in the new year was anti-climatic. I was on an elevator.
alone
with trash.
litterally.
so naturally it got me thinking;
What is the new year anyway?
Christmas is about family and seeing people you love.
New years eve is another excuse to get drunk...yes
Also an excuse to be drunk with your close friends...and strangers...yes/yes
Not trash...yes
So what REALLY is the new year?
as many of you know I have a small fascination considering time and how it works and blah blah.
My conclusion on the new year?
The whole world literally celebrates the earth's passing through a 'designated' area in space begining a 'new' revolution around the sun.
after pushing the trash from the elevator I felt better about working at the stroke of midnight. That was easy.
The next part of the night was better.
I picked up WHHHHHAAATTT and OOOOOOKAAAAYY on the street near a bar I'm sure they were at. we got back to my place had a fantastic three person dance party. I played catch-up very well. By the time i was ready to go WHHHHHATTTTT had passed out somewhere upstairs, I was sure my bed, but not entirely(I had last seen her on the floor). OOOOOOOOKKKAAAAAYYYY passed out in the middle of a sentence in our conversation. So I watched TV for a bit and slept on my futon in the creative room.
The morning was the best part though.
I awoke to OOOOKKKKAAYYY in the bathroom making a very vocal deposit into our toilet. WHHHHHHHAAAATTT apparently had crawled into the first room that wasn't a staircase and found herself on my roommate halie's bed. I wasnt wearing pants.
All in all new years was a happy one. It was another day with my fantastic friends...who happened to be drunker than usual.
Ringing in the new year was anti-climatic. I was on an elevator.
alone
with trash.
litterally.
so naturally it got me thinking;
What is the new year anyway?
Christmas is about family and seeing people you love.
New years eve is another excuse to get drunk...yes
Also an excuse to be drunk with your close friends...and strangers...yes/yes
Not trash...yes
So what REALLY is the new year?
as many of you know I have a small fascination considering time and how it works and blah blah.
My conclusion on the new year?
The whole world literally celebrates the earth's passing through a 'designated' area in space begining a 'new' revolution around the sun.
after pushing the trash from the elevator I felt better about working at the stroke of midnight. That was easy.
The next part of the night was better.
I picked up WHHHHHAAATTT and OOOOOOKAAAAYY on the street near a bar I'm sure they were at. we got back to my place had a fantastic three person dance party. I played catch-up very well. By the time i was ready to go WHHHHHATTTTT had passed out somewhere upstairs, I was sure my bed, but not entirely(I had last seen her on the floor). OOOOOOOOKKKAAAAAYYYY passed out in the middle of a sentence in our conversation. So I watched TV for a bit and slept on my futon in the creative room.
The morning was the best part though.
I awoke to OOOOKKKKAAYYY in the bathroom making a very vocal deposit into our toilet. WHHHHHHHAAAATTT apparently had crawled into the first room that wasn't a staircase and found herself on my roommate halie's bed. I wasnt wearing pants.
All in all new years was a happy one. It was another day with my fantastic friends...who happened to be drunker than usual.
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