tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39174312011-04-21T19:07:31.136-05:00The Diary Of A Mad MindThis is what I think...be afraidJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comBlogger1631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1092792571631772292004-08-17T20:28:00.000-05:002004-08-17T20:29:31.633-05:00I have a new blog now. We'll see how the transition works out. Please adjust your bookmarks if you're one of the loyal few. Thank you for reading.
Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1092540910577349662004-08-14T22:24:00.000-05:002004-08-14T22:35:10.590-05:00Almost time for school to start up again. I say bring it on. I want this year to start now. I'm sick of being at home again. It's not AS bad when it's just for the weekends, but when it's for 3 weeks, not cool at all. At least I'm getting a lot of hours at work before I get to go on leave, so that means more money in my pocket.
In other news, it looks like I'll be getting my tonsils out Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1090529784839317982004-07-22T15:47:00.000-05:002004-07-22T15:56:24.840-05:00Berliner Liedchen by Wolf Biermann (1989)
Der Westn is besser
Der Westn is bunter
Und schooner und schauer
Und reicher und frei
Und trotzalledem
Ich sag dir die Wahrheit:
Der Westn is ooch nich
-- det Gelbe von’ Ei
Der Ostn is schlechter
Der Ostn is grauer
Und klein sind die Chancen
Und gro? ist die Not
Und trotzalledem:
Der Traum der Commune
der schlief nur und is doch
-- Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1090388335649442902004-07-21T00:27:00.000-05:002004-07-21T00:38:55.650-05:00I don't know why I even try. I work for hours to better conditions and to prepare for a visit, and it is all undone in less than 24 hours. Why do I continue to do this to myself? And why can't my work be appreciated and preserved?
The good news is that I have a mini-fridge now. It's black and the keeper of Kool-Aid and pop. I really have no reason to leave my room now. Except to make Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1090292797558145442004-07-19T21:45:00.000-05:002004-07-19T22:32:54.300-05:00Wow, what a weekend. Last Thursday, Brandon and I were getting on the bus and I felt a pinch on my foot. It started itching a lot in class and by the end of the day, my right foot was huge. When I finally got back to the apartment and got my sandals off, there was an imprint from the sandal strap on the top of my foot since it was so swollen and was pressed against it all day. I had to drive Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1089158161458576272004-07-06T18:55:00.000-05:002004-07-06T18:56:01.460-05:00Wow, it's been a while. I'm surprised that people still stop by here. So thanks to the people who still care.
First of all, a HUGE thanks to Meg for the Lola painting. It's hanging above my bed. Not on the ceiling though. That's where the mirror is. You all really need to order a painting from her. She is super talented.
Summer II started yesterday. More German for me. Not good. Our Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1085623732053074102004-05-26T21:04:00.000-05:002004-05-26T21:08:52.053-05:00Not too much longer and I'll be back on my own computer up in Denton. Not too much longer and I'll have no more siblings to battle with for computer time. Not too much longer and I'll be free from working nearly everyday. Not too much longer...
So Dad just kicked me off the TV in the living room so he can watch some stupid country music awards. Sorry, but country music isn't music. It's Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1085019759101096032004-05-19T21:15:00.000-05:002004-05-19T21:22:39.100-05:00My life is quickly losing meaning. First Buffy goes off the air. And now Angel is over. And my comics are losing quality. What's the world coming to? *sigh* I need a new hobby. One that won't lose momentum.
Not too much longer until I get to return to Denton. Here's hoping time will fly without requiring fun.
So here I am thinking that this month would provide me with free time to writeJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1084673569760415232004-05-15T21:06:00.000-05:002004-05-15T21:12:49.760-05:00Brandon is my favorite person right now. Thanks to him, Edgar Allen "Nevermore" Poe is a part of my action world. Yes, the easiest way to win my favor is to buy me things. Unlike J-Lo, my love DOES cost a thing. Rock on, dude. Rock on. Niglets.
Is it possible to get a full-body transplant? I don't like this one anymore. It keeps breaking. I'll keep my brain though. That's too valuable Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1084325482145190692004-05-11T20:22:00.000-05:002004-05-11T20:31:22.146-05:00Hello, summer. It's Josh. I hate you. You're too hot, which in Texas means "comparable to a slice of hell".
I'm not digging this summer so far. While it is nice to make more money by working more, the air conditioner in the kitchen doesn't seem to work and the customers are worse this year. No, our Whoppers are not $.99. They went off sale over a year ago. Stop asking. And talk about Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1083607150340710532004-05-03T12:59:00.000-05:002004-05-03T13:03:14.013-05:00Here's the answers to Megan's questions (which I finally got to read, thanks to Matt)...
1) My current favorite album is still my Sola soundtrack but my favorite artist of the moment is Bif Naked. She rocks.
2) I think that Cormac McCarthy (author of All The Pretty Horses) has influenced me the most.
3) A favorite flower? Hmm. I like crysanthemums since they're November's flower. As Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1083468046523782062004-05-01T22:20:00.000-05:002004-05-01T22:25:00.200-05:00Here's the answers to Meg's questions...
1) I really don't want anyone else in my first movie besides those I've already chosen, but in other films, I want Scarlett Johannsen, Jeffrey Donovan, and Amber Benson.
2) My second movie will be called Fide, which means "faith". And the third one in the trilogy with Sola will be called Gratia, which means "grace".
3) Right now my top celebrity Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1083289570892113292004-04-29T20:46:00.000-05:002004-04-29T20:50:21.420-05:00Because Matt is so good to me, here's the answers to his questions...
1) Frederick Carl Mahn
2) I don't like any of the kids, so I'd be the monkey from the movie.
3) I would say dinosaurs, but I like them too much. And everyone would probably say the dodo, so I won't. Hmm...I'll go with Hitler. I'm glad he's dead but I wouldn't mind killing him off myself. And he's not worth being called Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1083288678192588912004-04-29T20:31:00.000-05:002004-04-29T20:35:28.890-05:00I post this only because I do everything Matt tells me to and it's a cool idea.
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.
Post the questions in the 'comments' area so that everyone can see them and their respective Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1082347797474326962004-04-18T23:09:00.000-05:002004-04-18T23:13:54.076-05:00Okay, quick movie review time...
First up is Punisher, starring Thomas Jane, John Travolta, and Rebecca Rojmin-Stamos. Good action flick based on the Marvel comic book character. My only complaint is that it was too lighthearted for too much of the movie. I think the big problem was too much comic relief from the neighbors. That and Frank Castle just wasn't as gritty as the comic version. Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1082084305032757762004-04-15T21:58:00.000-05:002004-04-15T22:02:17.733-05:00Okay, so I've tried posting this many times over the past couple of days and something always happens to mess it up, so this'll be the last try...
Campus is best "after hours" because you don't have to worry about getting stuck walking behind a slow Negro or a clump of chattering Asians. Tuesday evening, I spent 4, count 'em, 4 hours in the library working on math. Am I the only one who sees aJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1081226572490613942004-04-05T23:42:00.000-05:002004-04-05T23:46:31.640-05:00It's that time again...registering for classes. I talked with Dr. Flowers, my advisor, last week and it turns out that there is a set of classes that I'm absolutely required to take since I'm an English major who wants to teach highschool. Not cool since I've already taken classes in some of the groups, but evidently they weren't the right ones which means that I'll have to take freshmen level Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1081140330911650172004-04-04T23:45:00.000-05:002004-04-04T23:49:08.543-05:00$760. What a great amount. Especially when I'm not the one being forced to pay it. Then again, I guess it was earned. But not by me. Which is why it is great.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1080006596466554992004-03-22T19:49:00.000-06:002004-03-22T19:53:16.840-06:00I feel like Cinder-josha or some lame twist on Cinderella's name like that. For about 3 1/2 hours today I cleaned. Not just putting things away, this was like a deep apartment cleaning. I cleaned out the closet by the kitchen, the patio and furniture out there, and Brandon and I scrubbed the kitchen floor. While tedious, it was very cool seeing the tiles changing colors beneath the sponge. Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1079409254524276942004-03-15T21:54:00.000-06:002004-03-15T21:57:25.576-06:00Well, it is spring break and I am in Rowlett for a week. I can handle being home okay on the weekends when it's just the weekends for work, but I can't stand being home for a week.
I've been working in my room (AKA cleaning and organizing) so that I can paint it soon and stuff like that. I just can't figure out if I'd like to paint it blue or brown. Blue would match more but I'd enjoy the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1078203392545049232004-03-01T22:56:00.000-06:002004-03-01T22:59:25.123-06:00If all goes as planned, Chrissy and I will be going to the Derek Webb concert this Friday night in Mesquite. I really hope it all works out. I love Derek.
After watching the very end of the Oscars last night, when they show all the good awards, and seeing Sofia Coppola win for best screenplay, I was encouraged to work on Sola again. I really feel bad now that I put it off for so long. I Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1077162574039470372004-02-18T21:49:00.000-06:002004-02-18T21:52:10.950-06:00It is such a strange feeling to be able to feel the wind blowing against your scalp. Especially when the wind is cold. Yet another fun discovery made while having almost no hair.
I really hope that Keith, the owner of Keith's Comics which is taking over Treasure Aisle, hires me. I really need a job up here so that I don't have so much wasted time. Sure, I get my homework done, but it takes Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1076975525407892762004-02-16T17:52:00.000-06:002004-02-16T17:54:39.263-06:00Well, as some of you already know, my hair is no more. I buzzed it off last Friday when I got home to Rowlett. So far there hasn't been any negative comments about it, and I love it, so I think this look'll stick around for a while.
I've come to the conclusion that I will not end up with a woman who expects loads of money to be dropped in order to buy things for her to keep her happy. I Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1076975190379684752004-02-16T17:46:00.000-06:002004-02-16T17:49:04.310-06:00Student Group Offers Whites-Only Award
BRISTOL, R.I. - A student group at Roger Williams University is offering a new scholarship for which only white students are eligible, a move they say is designed to protest affirmative action.
The application for the $250 award requires an essay on "why you are proud of your white heritage" and a recent picture to "confirm whiteness."
"Evidence of Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1076564140142200492004-02-11T23:35:00.000-06:002004-02-11T23:38:07.890-06:00How funny! I'm engaged in a journal war! So my ex roommate's newest update for me being a LLAMA is that I should change otherwise face being a scary acronym! O_o
First off, I figured it out a long time ago, second, I AM a genius, and third, who am I to change for anyone? LOL That's what I thought. ^___^
LOL okay so like this war ends now. I win. ^_- This junior high stuff is not worth anymore Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1076474159604284562004-02-10T22:35:00.000-06:002004-02-10T22:38:25.936-06:00Have you ever had one of those moments/lifetimes where you know who you are inside but your outside doesn't exactly reflect that? Yeah, I feel like that's going on now...well, always. It's like I have all these ideas as to how I should be, but a lack of funds prevents me from bringing that to light or whatever. Oh well. Changes will be made eventually. Maybe by the time I graduate, I'll Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1076365952074023302004-02-09T16:32:00.000-06:002004-02-09T16:35:27.390-06:00My beloved David posted a great little somethin'-somethin' on his blog last night. So here it is, for your reading pleasure...
"i think february is one of the dumbest months of all time. first of all, there is no need for valentine's day. it is just an over-hyped, male nightmare that benefits any corporation that sells flowers, candy or cards. why should there be one single, solitary day where Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1076302459042851912004-02-08T22:54:00.000-06:002004-02-08T22:56:43.246-06:00Well, another week is about to start and, much to my dismay, I am still here. No, I don't mean here in Denton, even though I am...I mean here as in alive. I'm getting to that point again where I wish that I just weren't around anymore. It's like I wish that I could step away from life for a while and just watch rather than be involved. I know that I wouldn't be missed. And those who'd claimJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1075698941359463602004-02-01T23:15:00.000-06:002004-02-01T23:17:56.076-06:00February 1st, eh? That last month sure did go by fast.
Xanadon't has a blog now, though I don't know how often I'll write on there. Depends on how creative I'm feeling.
There is an odd smell lingering around the apartment. I can't figure out what it is because I cleaned the place up very well on Friday unless it's something from the party, maybe. Or maybe I'm just smelling things and Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1075341113749248252004-01-28T19:51:00.000-06:002004-01-28T19:54:02.496-06:00Just for Megan, I am going to post something. Hmm...what to say...
Tonight for dinner I made the best homemade french fry things.
I hate algebra and physics. My algebra teacher is a jerk who acts like he's too good to be teaching a college algebra class just because he has a PhD. And then my physics teacher is some foreign guy who speaks terrible English, so maybe if I understood him, I'd Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1074566763673978942004-01-19T20:46:00.000-06:002004-01-19T20:48:00.653-06:00Well, the band is complete. I present to you, the next "big thing", Xanadon't. Yes, that's right, Xanadon't. And opening for them on numerous occasion, Donny and the Love Pumps. Good times.
I hate Matt. If you'll notice, he just posted some pics of him. Yeah, so not cool. I thought that he and I had an understanding that I would be the pretty one in our partnership while he would be the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1074042135134688412004-01-13T19:02:00.000-06:002004-01-13T19:04:04.746-06:00I'd like to extend a welcome to William "Willy" Shakespeare to the Brain Trust.
The Brain Trust will also have a second function. Yes, that's right, a second function. Not only will they serve as my trusted advisors, but they will also be a rock band. Yes, that's right, a rock band. Naming of the band is underway so any suggestions are welcome. You may leave them in the comments box.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1073962169139451892004-01-12T20:49:00.000-06:002004-01-12T20:51:17.060-06:00Today I saw a lot of crack. No, I don't mean the drug, I mean butt crack. It started on the bus this morning when a gay (or metro) guy sat down in the seat in front of me and his pants and boxers were riding low. Then in my algebra class, there were like four girls with those stupid low-rider jeans. Seriously, what is this, but crack season?
Today school started again. Yay...not really. Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1072412973854567412003-12-25T22:29:00.000-06:002003-12-25T22:30:58.200-06:00Well, it's time for me to succumb to following the crowd and time to wish everyone a very Merry (and Mary) Christmas. Hope it was good for everybody. I think the best thing that I could receive right now is the news that the LLAMA is gone for good. And not just some fib to shut me up. No, I mean the truth. And also the promise that we won't get another roommate next semester. Here's to lostJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1072239837151646182003-12-23T22:23:00.000-06:002003-12-23T22:25:19.043-06:00So I typed up this huge message a couple of days ago, but when I went to publish it, the computer timed out or whatever so it was all lost. Curse the computer that isn't my own.
I saw Return of the King on Sunday with Dad and Matt. Talk about an amazing film. I cannot give it enough praise. My faves, though, were Gandalf, Eowyn, and Legolas. Sam was great, too. "I am no man." Yeah, good Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1070425574759298752003-12-02T22:26:00.000-06:002003-12-02T22:27:08.920-06:00I really don't know what's happening. It's like things might finally be going the way I'd like them to. There's this gal that I'm really digging and being around her makes me giddy...like a school girl...or something. And, as far as I can tell, she seems to somewhat enjoy my company because she hasn't spit on me and stormed off yet, so it's all good.
Is it really so bad that I'm anti-social?Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1070076934115293082003-11-28T21:35:00.000-06:002003-11-28T21:36:22.860-06:00Well, another Thanksgiving has come and gone. This one was fun. Good food, good times with family...the usual.
I've been watching a lot of shows like Queer Eye For The Straight Guy and What Not To Wear (much of a marathon today) and whatnot and I realize now that I don't like the way I look. Don't get me wrong, I like my face and whatnot, but my "look" just isn't working. And what sucks is Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1069736189979977432003-11-24T22:56:00.000-06:002003-11-24T22:57:13.216-06:00I don't get it...the weather is finally the way I love it, granted a little windier than I'd like, and I've been watching gorgeous foreign films, and just getting the creative juices flowing in general, and I can't write anything. That is so frusterating. Especially since I'm actually willing to sit down and write and work on Sola. But no, nothing is being produced. *sigh* How am I ever Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1069217750394236302003-11-18T22:55:00.000-06:002003-11-18T22:56:24.700-06:00If there is anyone that I'm in absolute awe of, that person is Josh Groban. This guy is amazing. It's so hard to believe that a guy a year older than me can have such a gorgeous voice. Yes, I am envious. Yes, I want his voice. Yes, the girls would dig me if I had his voice. *sigh* At least I share his name. That's about as close as I'll get.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1069018119376570012003-11-16T15:28:00.000-06:002003-11-16T15:29:11.060-06:00Today I am 20. That's right, 1/5 of a century.
The End.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1068566246109612502003-11-11T09:57:00.000-06:002003-11-11T09:57:51.373-06:00I adore Megan. Here's an excerpt from her blog...
i am sad to say that i will not be spending thanksgiving with the illiustrious josh mahn, much to my dismay. i was really looking forward to making white trash ghetto mac & cheese thanksgiving dinner. (you should probably know josh also. he can make anyone's day with his untainted idealism and lack of roundaboutness).
I, too, am very sad that Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1068562870163878542003-11-11T09:01:00.000-06:002003-11-11T09:58:41.403-06:00So it's 7:45 a.m....what's everybody out there doing? Oh? What's that? Sleeping? Yeah, I wish I was doing that, too. Sad to say, Club Cameron just opened its doors next door. Yeah, there goes any hopes of sleeping in until the planned 10:00 a.m.
*sigh*
REDRUM!!!
Death to the L.L.A.M.A.!!!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1068515699281186432003-11-10T19:54:00.000-06:002003-11-10T19:55:23.030-06:00I do not live in the perfect family. As obvious as that statement is, I seem to be having the hardest time accepting it. It's just literally unbelievable to think that someone you trusted could become a completely different person and abandon everything they were raised to believe all for a boy. And I don't mean to use that to just define gender, he really is just a boy. A kid. And so is Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1067908880295437632003-11-03T19:21:00.000-06:002003-11-03T19:21:35.326-06:00I think I'm going to enter a poetry contest. First prize is $2500 and publishing in Books For Life Foundation's monthy newsletter and on their site. I'll talk to Professor Bond tomorrow and see which ones he recommends.
Other than that, there's not much else to report. So I bid you adieu until my life gets interesting.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1067552128787579752003-10-30T16:15:00.000-06:002003-10-30T16:15:38.466-06:00Yesterday, that which we always suspected came true. Cameron came out of the closet...as a metrosexual.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1067486647531385762003-10-29T22:04:00.000-06:002003-10-29T22:04:12.686-06:00I am utterly confused. Did I come on too strong and not realize it? Did I offend somehow? If so, I don't know how I could have since we never talk anymore. And the few comments that I do make anymore seem to be disappearing. It's crazy. What am I supposed to think?
In other crappy news, I took the German placement test today. Yeah, waste of time. The three years I took in high school Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1066962224410343652003-10-23T21:23:00.000-05:002003-10-23T21:26:01.440-05:00Today I got home from physics lab to learn that a guy that I sort of knew died today. His name was Timothy Moll. He was on his motorcycle and failed to stop at a stop sign in the Colony. Police chased him to Plano and they were going up to 70-80 MPH. He then hit a curb and the bike broke in half, and he was thrown 500 feet. He was wearing just a baseball cap, no helmet. He died at the sceneJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1066620091942586442003-10-19T22:21:00.000-05:002003-10-19T22:21:31.793-05:00So I was making my rounds through blogs and journals and found myself agreeing with something Mic said...I know that this can't really compare with hers too much since she is a lot farther away from home, but it is similar. I know that I only live about an hour from home, but it is very hard to live up here in Denton without people who love me. Yes, there is that friendship love, but nothing Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1066166380660331542003-10-14T16:19:00.000-05:002003-10-14T16:19:40.546-05:00I must say something...
Lauren Hearn rocks my face off. It was SO good to see her today after physics for the first time in over a year. Last time I saw her was at the post office last year and that was a short visit. So yeah, she rocks.
The end.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1065540405972992772003-10-07T10:26:00.000-05:002003-10-07T10:28:26.460-05:00Just to make Dave happy, because I'm all about pleasing Dave...or something, here's an update...
This weekend was pretty great. Friday Carrie and her sis Suzi came through Denton on their way back from Tech. We went to Cool Beans and had $2.50 burgers and fries and pop. It was fun. Especially quoting Teen Girl Squad. "That's whack...wiggity whack?...No, just the regular type." And Carrie Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1064281471744309702003-09-22T20:44:00.000-05:002003-09-22T20:44:31.316-05:00Well, I had a post typed up earlier and then my computer froze so I lost it and I'm really not in the mood to type it again, so here's version 2.0.
Meg is amazing. It was really good to talk to her again this afternoon/evening. I am now in the mood for Sola again.
Be sure to check out my new blog, Melancholy Seduction, for all of your poetry needs.
More some other time. Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1063685544703652452003-09-15T23:12:00.000-05:002003-09-15T23:20:20.343-05:00So yeah, allergies suck sweaty monkey balls. It's almost time to get a new box of tissues.
Megan Eaves totally shivers me timbers. 'nuff said.
If anyone would like to loan me $500+ so that I can go to Ireland over Christmas break for a week, I'd greatly appreciate it. Make checks payable to me.
Today as I was waiting for the bus after classes, I noticed an animal control truck parked Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1062650291618716902003-09-03T23:38:00.000-05:002003-09-03T23:38:11.613-05:00So yeah, wow, second post in one day. Neat-o, huh?
I just wanted to state that Carrie Kinney is definitely one of the coolest people alive.
That is all.
The End.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1062638538574165702003-09-03T20:22:00.000-05:002003-09-03T20:22:18.556-05:00So yeah, it's been a while, huh? I'm back in Denton and FINALLY have my internet back. Yeah, it's been out for the past week or so. No bueno. Hmm...what's been going on in my ever-so-interesting life...?
I'm in a super-cool poetry class. Yeah, it really shivers me timbers.
I'm writing a film now. It's gonna rock. If all goes as planned, it'll star Edward Norton and Franka Potente. Yeah,Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1060402405263974822003-08-08T23:13:00.000-05:002003-08-08T23:13:25.216-05:00I need to update this thing more. In one week, I will do so again for sure. If all goes as planned on Tuesday, I'm going to move back to Denton next Saturday and will be reintroduced to the wonderful thing that is a LAN connection. Woo hoo! My computer will finally get some good use again. Maybe then he'll stop hating me. Luis'll get back to Denton Tuesday and I'm going to head up there Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1058932367633401402003-07-22T22:52:00.000-05:002003-07-22T22:53:48.020-05:00So there's this girl...
I figure that we're destined to be together or something or at least pull a "My Best Friend's Wedding" and marry each other if neither finds love by a certain age, but now I'm not so sure if that's going to happen. She's with someone else and quite happy.
The End.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1058242101321513072003-07-14T23:08:00.000-05:002003-07-14T23:08:21.330-05:00So there was this young guy, maybe my age or a bit younger, who came into BK with his girlfriend today for lunch. I was on front counter. Well, they stood back and checked out the menu board and she leaned against him in front of him since she was shorter. So they get to the counter to order and she goes first. He's standing beside her and sort of swaying back and forth against the counter. Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-1058153798474940972003-07-13T22:36:00.000-05:002003-07-13T22:36:38.443-05:00Well, to please/appease Matt (not annoying brother Matt, but internet friend Matt) and Jeanie, I am going to post something again. I actually wrote a nice long post the other day, but it never ended up getting published for some reason, so I wept and cursed and hurled insults at blogger and boycotted it for a few days. But now I'm back and, assuming that I can stay awake, will try and recall Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-958791622003-06-20T19:26:00.000-05:002003-06-20T19:26:34.256-05:00Yea for new glasses!
Last night, a baby purple martin that grew up in the bird condo above our garden fell out. We found it and brought it inside, but it died last night since it wouldn't eat anything. Then today, Matt found a second dead bird in our backyard. And while checking out the garden just now, I found two more sitting on the potato plants. Dad lowered the condo and we got them Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-957663732003-06-17T15:42:00.000-05:002003-06-17T15:42:34.963-05:00In the past couple of days, I have been confronted by several African American individuals who seem to bring up the race card at the first chance they get. While working with James (AKA Satan with a strap-on...remember him, Colleen?), I was being bossed around and told him to back off and stop treating me like a slave. So of course he had to ask "What would you know about slavery?" Hmm...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-956138922003-06-12T21:45:00.000-05:002003-06-12T21:45:44.500-05:00Jeanie got me thinking, as she tends to do, when I read her blog just now. What if I am a crappy writer who is so delusional that I think that I'm a good writer? I never really thought about that. I've always been convinced that I'm some great author, thanks to high praise from teachers and peers over the years. (Hey, that rhymed! But no, I'm not a great poet) So what if all these plots andJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-955302492003-06-10T20:39:00.000-05:002003-06-10T20:39:37.453-05:00The freakiest thing I've heard in a long time came today while in the freezer getting a box of french fries. The light had burned out, so I tried to get them and get out as quickly as I could so that the door wouldn't shut and latch behind me, thus leaving me in a below-freezing room in the dark. So I get the box and turn around and Ashley's standing in the doorway. Right away, I'm like, "Oh Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-954227192003-06-07T22:10:00.000-05:002003-06-07T22:10:30.593-05:00So yeah, I have no life outside of Burger King. When I'm not working, I'm either sitting on my butt or sleeping. At least I get out of the house once a week for church and the comic book store. That counts for something, right? Me, Mom, Matt, and Becky were at Old Navy earlier this week, and Mom was pointing out all these shorts and shirts on sale that she thought I should get and offered to Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-951007882003-05-30T18:25:00.000-05:002003-05-30T18:25:09.186-05:00For those of you who don't know, Michaela Forbes and I are now engaged.
The End.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-948387992003-05-24T16:21:00.000-05:002003-05-24T16:21:27.773-05:00Dave and Meg are smart. Now it's my turn...
last cigarette: blech, never
last car ride: home from work
last library book checked out: it's been too long to remember
last movie seen: X2
last book read: The Man Who Turned Into Himself
last cuss word uttered: fuck...definitely fuck
last beverage drank: Dr. Pepper
last food consumed: none yet today
last crush:do internet crushes count?
last phone Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-945560522003-05-18T19:56:00.000-05:002003-05-18T19:56:03.030-05:00It is summer and I am working in the kitchen of Burger King. My new nick-name there is the Store Whore, in more ways than one. Not only do I do all the jobs and get around the place, but I'm apparently the biggest flirt with everyone. Do I mean to be? Of course. Will anything come from any of it? Heck no. I mean, c'mon, it's Burger King people. Then again, that says something about me as Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-940318262003-05-08T23:03:00.000-05:002003-05-08T23:03:33.746-05:00Who needs Geof Morris? Not me. Going on Matt's suggestion, I found a site to store my pics at. Hence their return.
Oh, and tomorrow I'm done with school. Woo-freakin'-hoo!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-938673592003-05-06T10:34:00.000-05:002003-05-06T10:34:45.356-05:00Geof Morris is a dick. He cannot take a joke. And because of this inability, he has cut off my access to a [cc.net] photo page, thus resulting in my lack of pics on this super cool blog. So blame him for the ugly red x's...at least they match everything else...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-936717812003-05-02T15:50:00.000-05:002003-05-02T15:50:35.810-05:00Quote of the Day
"Anyone can sit down and write some boring artistic song. Pop music is the hardest shit to write." --Britney Spears
Wow, what a genius. I look up to her SO much. Talk about inspiration.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-936408272003-05-02T03:16:00.000-05:002003-05-02T11:21:57.000-05:00X2
Holy crap. Holy f-ing crap.
It's hard to say what I'm thinking right now because my mind is still racing from seeing that movie. It's almost like a surreal experience...I know it happened, but at the same time, I can't believe I saw all that on the screen mere hours ago.
The highlight of the film, besides Nightcrawler, is Jean Grey AKA Phoenix. And yes, I may use the name 'Phoenix' Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-936104622003-05-01T14:12:00.000-05:002003-05-01T14:12:13.550-05:00So yeah, while randomly searching through the site where I download my music, I came across this German band, Echt. They are amazing. Sad to say, I've only found three of their songs. I MUST have more. Argh! Why can't I live in Germany? And why must all my favorite songs at the moment come from there? Thank God I can understand a majority of what they're saying or else I'd be really upset.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-936015042003-05-01T11:16:00.000-05:002003-05-01T11:16:07.123-05:00Today is the big day. Tonight at midnight, I'll be seeing X-Men 2 with Chris. WOO HOO!!!!
But in the meantime, I am very addicted to the song, "Wish (Komm Zu Mir)" from the Run, Lola, Run soundtrack. It's sung by Franka Potente (Lola) and Thomas D. Here's the lyrics. It's SO amazing.
WISH (KOMM ZU MIR)
I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish I was the animal which fits Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-934764612003-04-29T12:24:00.000-05:002003-04-29T16:18:22.000-05:00Derek Does Dallas
So yeah, Sunday was one of the greatest days of my life. It started out weird, though. We went to Calvary for Ryan's examination, and it really felt foreign being back in your old church...but I hate that feeling since that place is/was such a major part of my life. But yeah, I saw several people that reminded me of why I didn't like certain things and then we said the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-930500182003-04-22T10:15:00.000-05:002003-04-22T10:15:04.010-05:00So yeah, it's been a few days since I last wrote. I really have nothing to say, but since Michelle reads this blog now and Jeanie has encouraged me to write something, I guess I will add a little something...
Umm...Booger Girl was hard at work again today. What a great breakfast: a cup of coffee, a granola bar, and boogers. That's just SO nutritious. If it wasn't so freakin' gross, I'd eat Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-927232882003-04-16T11:33:00.000-05:002003-04-16T11:33:12.436-05:00So yeah, today's the day to register for fall and summer classes. Because I'm expected to work all summer, that translates as "today is the day to register for fall classes". So I made my schedule and went to sign up for the classes and, gosh darn it, several of them were full or had different times online than were in the course book. So that means I have to start over and try and figure thisJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-926310332003-04-14T23:58:00.000-05:002003-04-14T23:58:04.623-05:00So yeah, it's late and almost Tuesday morning, and I've been talking to Jeanie on AIM. Good times, they've been. Anyway, I opened up to her about stuff and it's kind of scary, well more like freaky, at how similar we are in certain respects. It's also weird telling her some of these things, yet I don't mind revealing certain things. And that put me in the mood to write a poem. So I did. Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-925011282003-04-12T16:42:00.000-05:002003-04-12T16:42:15.983-05:00So yeah, I just got back from hanging out with Ryan. It was a lot of fun. We played video games and ate at Taco Cabana and stuff. Mucho fun-o. I'm surprised it actually happened though considering that my car had a flat tire and it took me a little while to actually get ahold of him. Oh well, it all worked out nicely. The end.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-923621492003-04-10T09:44:00.000-05:002003-04-10T09:44:03.450-05:00Here's some corny Bible jokes that my friend Ashleigh sent me...they're funny...kinda...
Q. What kind of man was Boaz before he married?
A. Ruthless.
Q. What do they call pastors in Germany?
A. German Shepherds.
Q. Who was the greatest financier in the Bible?
A. Noah. He was floating his stock while everyone else was in liquidation.
Q. What was the greatest female financier in the Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-923190422003-04-09T17:27:00.000-05:002003-04-09T17:27:20.576-05:00So yeah, this week is International Student week or something, and there are Asians outside on Kerr Beach playing volleyball and chattering away in their foreign-squirrel-sounding language while loud annoying music plays. There is also a game of soccer being played in which some guys are going shirtless. And then there are piles of clothes on the ground under some trees. If only a couple guys Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-922947732003-04-09T10:20:00.000-05:002003-04-09T10:20:56.826-05:00A few things have been explained and some issues resolved. It's nice to get things like that out in the open. I'm sure the first few times will be forced and awkward, but better that than complete silence. Right? Someone tell me that I'm right...Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-922347272003-04-08T13:05:00.000-05:002003-04-08T13:05:38.686-05:00This is rediculous. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I shouldn't be getting all hung up over the situation. It's not like she and I ever had a chance together. So why do I feel this way, like a part of me is missing where the heart should be?
I'm obviously making too big of a deal out of this. But if I had just sent that card and letter explaining how I felt...I wonder if things would be Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-921572122003-04-07T11:26:00.000-05:002003-04-07T11:26:59.496-05:00I'm starting to think that the fact that I'm such a boring person is starting to catch up with me. In high school, this fact was well known but easily masked because I had things to do (i.e. work, choir, newspaper, friends), but now that I'm in college taking the minimum amount of required hours and spending way too much time in the dorms as a hermit on my side of the room, I'm starting to Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-921228682003-04-06T22:03:00.000-05:002003-04-06T23:29:59.000-05:00Words of wisdom from the expansive mind of me...
Embrace your inner niggah.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-921211862003-04-06T21:33:00.000-05:002003-04-06T21:33:31.326-05:00Sarah Michelle Gellar has taken over this blog. Mad props to Michaela for teaching me how to add pics to this thing. Yes, that is all for now.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-919194432003-04-03T09:52:00.000-06:002003-04-03T09:52:12.996-06:00So yeah, I think that girl in the front row of my poli sci class has a condition called 'chronic boogeritis'. Good golly, Miss Molly...how can someone dig up their nose so much and so often? And in public, too! Thank God she doesn't stick that finger in her mouth when she's done. At least she just runs her hands through her hair when she thinks that someone is looking or wipes them on her Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-918245942003-04-01T23:54:00.000-06:002003-04-01T23:54:19.450-06:00I really hope that myth about drinking too much Mountain Dew affecting your sperm count is just that...a myth. I drink too much of it. But I want kids. So that could be a problem, should there be any truth to it.
"Musi ques.
I sews on bews.
I pues a twos on que zat.
Pue zoo.
My Gizzirl.
Pous zigga ay zee
Its O-kizzay?
Its alrizite.
Its O-kizzay?
Its alrizite.
Nah zound, nah zee.
Nah zoom zoomJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-917784302003-04-01T10:06:00.000-06:002003-04-01T10:06:43.310-06:00Wow, it's been a few days since I last wrote. "Bad llama!"
Someone answer me something...how hard is it to change a roll of toilet paper? I don't understand how people can leave an empty tube on the roller thing and a complete roll of TP on the floor beneath it. What is so difficult about taking the tube off the roller and putting the full roll on the roller? A cocker spaniel could figure itJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-913592632003-03-25T12:33:00.000-06:002003-03-25T12:33:50.750-06:00Making out.
I need to do it.
Now.
Soon.
Someday.
Someday soon.
The End.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-913091642003-03-24T17:37:00.000-06:002003-03-24T17:37:46.340-06:00So yeah, it's been a while since I blogged last. Talk about a long time. Let's see, what's happened...?
We're at war. Pretty cool, if you ask me. Must be my inner journalist. I love front-page headline-type events. And now I hear that soldiers actually found a chemical weapon plant. Maybe that'll make the UN realize that we're doing the right thing...not likely since they're dumb.
This Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-906514072003-03-13T10:09:00.000-06:002003-03-13T10:09:29.606-06:00So yeah, today the booger girl was working really hard again...and I'm not talking about taking notes...I almost felt bad for her because she was wearing a pair of really low-rise jeans and they were hanging pretty low when she sat down, thus exposing her thong and other things to everyone sitting behind her. I would've enjoyed the view except that she had a really big (and probably hairy) mole Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-906115252003-03-12T16:16:00.000-06:002003-03-12T16:16:50.403-06:00So yeah, today is Wednesday, AKA Comic Day. I went to Treasure Aisle after communication, like I usually do since it's just up the street from the language building, and there were these hippie/homeless/music major-looking people sitting on the ground outside one of the bars on Frye Street. As I passed by, one of them was like, "Hey, man, got any change you can spare?" and I was like "Sorry, Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-905343322003-03-11T12:25:00.000-06:002003-03-11T12:25:44.936-06:00Today my boxers are black. At 1:46:04 the mimes will have a shouting contest and the loser will recieve a package of cough drops for their efforts. All of this is connected to the guppies that eat potato chips in Times Square. They are very fond of their potato chips. Those fish and their chips. There comes a time in every man's life when he has to stop and say, "Hey, my life would be so Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-902243102003-03-06T00:44:00.000-06:002003-03-06T00:44:19.700-06:00So yeah, there was an anti-war protest today. At noon, we were encouraged to walk out of class and protest. I didn't since I didn't have a class at noon, but I did pass by the protest on the way to communications. What a bunch of crazy hippies..."Don't bomb Iraq..." Okay, we won't. But then they'll bomb us. Will you still be saying that when your house is burning and your family is dead andJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-902010462003-03-05T16:59:00.000-06:002003-03-05T16:59:22.076-06:00So yeah, it's 8:30 in the morning and I'm getting out of the shower and the phone rings. Not just once, but a buttload of times. So I figure Brandon'll wake up and answer it, but he doesn't. So I hurry and get dressed (well, not really hurried, but I got dressed) and answer the phone after about a minute or so of ringing. There's some older guy on the line who's like "Is this Global Electric?Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-901138412003-03-04T08:50:00.000-06:002003-03-04T08:50:14.013-06:00So yeah, I just took that poli sci test...umm, doesn't look like I did too hot. Then again, it would help if I had studied more than the 5 minutes before class AND if I had a teacher that knew how to teach...stupid grad students thinking they're a professor...
And now the rest of my day will be filled with reading for my nutrition midterm tomorrow and listening to the Evanescence CD after I go Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-900836832003-03-03T19:52:00.000-06:002003-03-03T19:52:43.013-06:00I am lazyJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-900778812003-03-03T17:58:00.000-06:002003-03-03T17:58:13.246-06:00So yeah, this guy named Marc (yes, with a 'c'...must be the cool new way to spell it) came by my room. Right away I could tell he was a frat boy...must've been the t-shirt with his frat's name on it. And he's like "Hey, man, can I come in?" and being the nice guy I am, I was like "Sure". So went through the little exchange of "how are you" and "what are you up to" and whatnot, and then he Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-900734512003-03-03T16:31:00.000-06:002003-03-03T16:31:57.920-06:00So yeah, I had this dream the other night...maybe Saturday night...but that doesn't matter...here's what it was about...
Me and Michaela were driving to OBU (Ouachita Baptist University) to visit David. Not really sure how or when Mic got to Texas, but we were on the road to Arkansas and got there in about 10 minutes. So we found the place where he lives and I really had to go to the bathroom,Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-900618822003-03-03T12:32:00.000-06:002003-03-03T12:38:33.000-06:00Michaela.
I know I've mentioned Michaela. I'd just like to take this opportunity to say, she's amazing. Really. And I'm not just sucking up to her either, because she lives in Scotland, and *sigh* that's far away. But I must say....two words....
Damn. Fine.
And be sure and go read her blog: http://forbieland.blogspot.com
(The best part about this is that it looks like I'm looking at her. Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917431.post-900586522003-03-03T11:23:00.000-06:002003-03-03T11:23:18.640-06:00Santa Is A Freak
1. He hangs out with midgets
2. He wears all red ( a color associated with Satan )
3. He forces young children to sit on his lap, then ask them what they "really want"
4. He breaks into your house every year...sure he leaves present rather then stealing your stuff, but is that generosity or does he just not understand the concept of breaking and entering?
5. He drinks Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16759398899934393312noreply@blogger.com