"Scrubs" is great and all.

You know, it's amazing to me how all of this works. I mean, I honestly used to think that blogs were for nothing more than complaining. That's usually why I stayed away from them as much as possible, double ditto for why I never kept one myself. I get called whiny enough as it is without compounding the problem by keeping an internet log of the things I'm not happy about.. Then I read one great blog (by Chi-Lan Lieu I might add) and I was immediately intrigued. This particular person managed to keep a blog with hardly any complaining, and a sheerly surprising amount of interesting information that people would actually like to hear about and read.

So there it was, I saw this great thing that exemplifies what I guess a blog should be--you know, interesting--and right then I decided to keep one of my own. This decision was helped along of course, by the fact that I wanted to post a comment on Chi-Lan's blog, and I needed to have my own account to do so. So I decided to keep one, and off the bat I wanted to keep from complaining as much as possible. I had to remind myself a number of times, like I have to remind myself to speak clearly in my Intro to Public Speaking class, so I can prove to my professor in some small way that I am ahead of the curve--for whatever silly reason--in my own self-serving arrogant way.

So here's the kicker. I notice that a lot of people in blogs--at least the blogs I read--tend to complain a lot about their crappy lives. The question? Does keeping a blog turn everything to ultimate suck, or was I just extremely unlucky? No honestly, do they keep a blog cause their lives suck, or do their lives suck cause they keep a blog? I'm starting to wonder what the origin is.

And there it goes. It's all out of my system now, and I feel ridiculous for having complained this much. I'd erase it all and write a new post, but then I'd just be lying on my own blog, and that's even worse than complaining on it.

I never wanted to be the type to complain, but I guess I do anyway, and I'm having a very bad month. There you go, have fun, cheers, go suck an egg.

Twizzlers are a saving grace.

You know what? Three hour long phone conversations are murder to your ears. I found out that my cell phone starts to get very hot after about fifty minutes of conversation. After the second hour it begins to ache, deep down, in your soul. Needless to say, my ears are burning. But not in the "Oh man, my mom just cursed me out" sort of way. In the "I fell asleep on the burger grill" kind of way.

So here it is, the end of my three day weekend, and surprisingly enough, I have yet to finish my homework. I found out that the dratted moon is coming out of its new phase, and is soon gonna be waxing, so I can't do my astronomy homework for a little while. But the speech...ah the speech...now that's just pure old laziness. A three-to-four minute speech, about the easiest subject in the world for me to talk about, myself. And yet I still can't manage to get going on it. I am an accomplished procrastinator, but this is even starting to get on my nerves. Well, we will see exactly what happen with all this stuff. But you don't want to hear about all that. You want to hear all about crossover fanfiction. I mean, why else would you even be online?

All joking aside, don't do smack. It destroys lives.

I am a blogger now, aren't I? I have four flippin' posts, and now I'm a blogger. Sure I'm not on the level of some people, with their hundreds of posts, or the true greats with thousands. But I have a respectable number under my belt. I won't lie, some comments posted on my blog helped. Though I haven't really gotten any from people who I'd really want to see post. But comments from random people are nice too.

Alright, so how do I save this crap from becoming a bunch of whining? Let me tell an interesting anecdote. Let's see if I can think of one...

Good Bands:
Cake

Good Games:
Halo 2 (but ONLY if you've got more than four people. Seriously folks. It's not a good game, it's only nice because it's a rip-off of old-school Goldeneye--Well, Marathon really, but only if you're uber-uber-old-school. Like Olde School.--that you can play multi-multi-player)

Good Phrases:
"Petulant fussbudget"

Good Bye
(schtickety-schtick-schtick-schtick)
(schmutz)

Procrastination: the awesome way out.

World of Warcraft is an evil thing.

A very evil thing.

So yeah, so what? So I have three posts now, even though nobody reads 'em. Do you wanna fight about it? I didn't think so.

Imitiating Scrubs' Dr. Cox at your friends can have amusing effects. Particularly if these friends have never seen Scrubs. The secret is the voice and the accent. If you can get those down, then it becomes painfully easy. My friend Bryant is still a little scared. But who cares about Bryant anyway?

Yeah yeah, so my blog posts are becoming disjointed and only moderately sensical. So what? If I am putting off writing my speech and star-gazin' for Astronomy, then I don't feel the need to be particularly intelligible when posting on a blog no one ever reads.

I wonder why the word Journalist can't apply to someone who keeps a journal? Or can it? I don't know. I want to refer to myself as a Journalist, because it makes sense to me, but then no one would get what I was talking about. Except I've already explained where I'm coming from on the whole "Journalist" issue, so maybe they would.

I am dreadfully sorry that this post was so inane and time wastin'.

Good Bands:
Electric Eel Shock

Good Games:
Lord of the Rings Risk

Good Phrases:
"Melodramatic soliloquy"

Good Bye

(It's a schtick, I know, shaddap)