M&M's

At one of my hotel jobs, I have been given the liberty to listen to whatever music I want to. When I first started the job I was so happy to fill my Ipod up with tunes. I could not wait to get to work to put them tunes on... Fast forward to a day like today. My day today = Leprechaun. No thanks = Unicorn.

Leprechaun. YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO HEAR WHAT I DID TODAY. I woke up at 6 this morning took a shower, drank two glasses of water, woke up Josiah and went to the bus stop to hop on the bus. Got to work and put on my Ipod. I got a veggie sandwich and ate some M&M's. Everything is going as planned, and it is now 5:00. Would you like to know what is currently happening? Yes = Unicorn. No = Nessie.

Unicorn. It is now 5:00, and I've listened to Beach House's album (an excellent album) Devotion about 4 times through today. It's not a bad album, but I have listened to it four times already and the songs are all starting to sound the same. It sort of reminds me of this one time when I shared a dorm room with Ryan Johnson. Do you want to hear why it reminds me of when I shared a room with Ryan "No Muscles" Johnson. No Muscles = Griffin. No No Muscles = Abominable Snow Man.

Abominable Snow Man. I've gotten pretty tired of this Beach House album and now wish to remove my eardrums. All the songs sound the same to me. I no longer am thinking, "Oh good I can't wait until that one song comes on." I am thinking, "Boy, I am sitting here listening to the same album. Sort of reminds me of those M&M's I ate today." M&M's = Easter Bunny. No Thanks = Nessie.

Baby Bucko. YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO GO HERE?! I think this blog posting is meaningless to you. Why are you reading this? Do you even care about me, or our friendship or what a friendship with me would be like? This sort of reminds of that one time when you accidentally walked into that one public restroom of the opposite gender. Yeah, that was pretty embarrassing. To make matters worst you were at church or school or something. Everyone knew what you had done and you couldn't live it down. You used to wear a lot of Bugle Boy clothes and there was that one kid who started the chorus chanting, "Bugle Girl! Bugle Girl!" you were pretty sensitive and decided to tear all those labels off. Wait, this sounds a lot like something that happened to me. When it comes down to it you and I are quite similar, huh? THE END.

Nessie. It is true, I am pretty tired of the music. So I know what you are going to ask, "Why don't you go buy more music?" To be honest, I have spent a ton of money on music. My bus route goes right by Easy Street Records. My musical library has gotten plump and healthy and my checking account is thin and malnourished. I think I have found the cure = Big Foot. I don't care about a cure = Baby Bucko.

Big Foot. Andrew Bird. Sparingly though! I can see myself getting really sick of his whistling after awhile. THE END.

Griffin. When I shared a room with Ryan Johnson we liked to mix things up a bit. You know, setting Ryan's hair on fire, riding gokarts all day and then jumping of them while they are still moving and jumping over the fence, slashing campus safeties tires after consuming one's body weight in alcohol. Oh wait, that was all Ryan Johnson. I was a square when I hung out with Ryan Johnson, but I had one good idea. Good idea = Brontosaurus. Bad idea = Baby Bucko.

Brontosaurus. I had this one good idea of putting a song on repeat and see who could take it the longest. Actually, it wasn't my good idea. It was Jon's good idea, but I wanted to up the ante. I did so by making a pizza the wager. So the game was on, a pizza was on the line and the song we were to listen to? Yes = Major Tom. "No.... I know what happens!" = Godzilla.

Godzilla. So we listened to the song on repeat for days upon days. Days quickly became weeks. Sometimes we wouldn't notice the song. Other times it was all we could pay attention to. The song at certain parts would speed up faster out of control at other times it would slow to am absolute halt. In the end, neither of us lost our next door neighbor, the esteemed David Calvillo, lost. What had been happening during our journey with the singer slash songwriter is we had built up a tolerance towards the song. David, on the other hand, had not and so each time he would visit us, the singer slash songwriter would grate on his ears, but I don't think the guests at the hotel would put up with the music repetitiveness. Continue to Nessie.

Easter Bunny. I like M&M's especially while I am working, but I can only take only a few handful of M&M's then I get sick of them. Continue to Nessie.

Major Tom. David Bowie's Space Oddity. Still Interested = Godzilla. No thanks = Baby Bucko.