Back to my old ways part IV

Just... when I thought everything was finally getting back to normal. Woah nelly!!!

Back to my old ways part III

Well, here it is. The mix I promised. Granted, it isn't my favorite mix. The songs don't slide into each other as much as I would like them to, but my friends are forgiving and hungry... mostly hungry. It's like Brianna said, "Yeah, I haven't really liked Spaghetti Facotry, but the last couple times I've been starving." This is no Maria Hines, but when you are starving at least you are getting Taps, right? Jo-king.

Back to my old ways

I am making a new mix. I hope to have it compiled by next Thursday.

Back to my old ways

It has been awhile since I blogged. I've been procrastinating. I tell myself, "Oh I will blog more when I am reading much more consistently so that I will have many more insightful things to say." I admit this not as way of saying that I have been reading more, but as a praise for my friend's blog. I am always so impressed by what they write and how they write. That I tell myself that the only way I will be happy with my blogs is if I read more. I want to be a better person because of them.

I write this to say, I miss my friends. I miss being intellectually stimulated with every interaction. I feel as if I have lost my sense of humor. Seattle is not a funny place to live. Well, maybe it is. But not for my intents and purposes. I guess I am a small fish in a big pond. A big pond that is dark and murky and not dark and murky in a funny way, but the way the greeks meant it (shout out).

I almost bought an XBOX 360 the other day. Why? I'll tell you. So I could play freakin DJ hero. Yeah, I'm pretty lame right now.

I am accepting applications for girlfriends. Applications can be sent to my secretary Max Clark.

Look what I found!

Most inane thing ever.

Don't listen to this mp3.

The Great Northwesternly Migration

So today, my sister told me that she's thinking of moving to Seattle when she graduates in a year or two (she's crazily trying to graduate early I think). My brother has mentioned several times in the past month or so that if his full-time job at Oakley ever stops working out (it's the first one he's held that's lasted, he's enjoying himself a lot) that he'll be up here shortly thereafter.

Sweet. I created a Facebook group in honor of all the people who I plan on having join me in the Northwest. I'm really glad I moved up here. I can't help but keep telling family and friends in the Southernly direction how much I am in love. The cool, crisp air, the rare days of sunlight that make me sprint for the nearest park, the good people, and all the charm that I would describe but for that it is not the point of this blog post (if you'd like to see my thoughts on that stuff, check these out: I Love Sundays or Solo Adventures in Seattle).

Anyways, here it is folks, the official Facebook group of the Great Northwesternly Migration: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=70226053455

Psh, are you kidding me?

I attempted to write this reply on Josiah's wall, but it wouldn't fit after he so wittily wrote to me, "You'd better not be sleeping in my king size bed." cuz, I am so vain and long for people to, "look at me, look at me," I decided to post this blog. (Notice how I tried to "water down" my narcissism, by playing up that I am so vain.)

I'll have you know, sir, the bar has been raised. Let the dueling (banjos) begin!

Psh, are you kidding me? Well, let me preface that, "Psh are you kidding?" I was sleeping in your bed regularly. Shoot, I was spending most of my time in your bed. Isn't "in" when referring to your bed (specifically) funny? You have like one duvet. and when I am underneath that while on top of your bed I am actually "in" your bed. ...anyway back to my story, last Thursday I was doing the crossword puzzle while eating a bowl of lentil soup on your bed and spilt a bit of it onto it, now I took some of your dress shirts to sop up the soup broth and this worked. At least, I think it worked...

Three days later I came back home after a long day of worked, it smelled like a small rodent died in the house. After throwing up in my mouth a little. I tracked the smell back to your room. It seems that lentil soup smells like dead rodent if it sits! Anyway, I tried all types of cleaners; pine-sol, windex, bleach and ammonia (funny story about bleach and ammonia for another time and another day... let it be known that I have a headache that just won't go away, but I am well rested if that is a payoff)... speaking of won't go away, that smell was resilient... not only was that smell not gone, but you had this weird chemical smell that was just perched on your bed... or should I say "in" (lol).

I am persistent, but after trying to get that smell out for several hours it wasn't going away. So I asked Salvation Army if they would come pick it up (they said it was "cool, but I would have to throw in the [exterminate] colored fitted sheet.).

Funny thing, that smell was still in your room. I thought that I had a, "Cat in the Hat Comes Back" on my hands, until I checked inside your piano. There WAS a rodent inside your piano. I guess he/she had decided that he/she was going to tickle your ivories, until he/she died inside said piano that he/she was tickling. After throwing up a little from excitement of finding the epicenter of the smell (well, maybe it wasn't out of excitement, but the sheer intensity of the smell, I removed the rodent and live and let die another day.

So the, "Psh, are you kidding me?" makes more sense, huh? but given the information you now know, it would make more sense if I were to say, "Psh are you kidding me? I can't sleep in your bed because it is no longer in mine or your possession! Case A scenario: A family of four have been using it to and are eternally grateful for your charity work. Case B scenario A "family" (only in name) of four have been "using it" (storing drugs, guns, jugs magazine, etc... in it) and are "eternally grateful" (lets face it, couldn't care less) for your charity work."