Dedicated Dumpsters

Sweet! I'm using Microsoft Word 2007 to write my blog entries and then to post them directly to the blog! Life cannot get better than this! The only part that I do not enjoy is that Word smites me every time I have a sentence fragment. Actually, I just fixed the fragment by adding an exclamation point at the end of the sentence. The lesson, therefore, is that whenever you have sentence fragments and you have no idea how to fix them, then just! Add! Exclamation! Points! Beautiful, eh? Now see – it marks that as a fragment. Beautiful, eh! No fragment, but it's not really a question. I could use the interrobang (? ), but I'm not feeling that sophisticated today . . . maybe next Tuesday.

Where have I been in almost over a month? I was thinking dangerously. I was moving boulders. I was playing with my Tamagotchi. I was getting sick of having to add the subject 'I' to my sentences in order to not get the annoying green squiggly line yelling to me and trying to explain to me that my grammar stinks, but I ain't got to have no fancy technacoly tell me what's up in ma domain. And sadly I do not have a registered domain name – that'll fall upon fate, and more likely, whether this blog receives a huge readership in the near future and I can sustain the expenses of a domain name with ads. That, however, will happen someday. Heck, it already occurred. I have a couple two, three million readers at my disposal, thank you very much. And I ain't lieing.

Seriously, where was Arthur Lorrey? Well . . . I walked outside one day in my maroon bedroom slippers to retrieve the newspaper when I noticed that my old neighbor, who I like to call Aunt Betsy even though she has no relation to me whatsoever, was having a very difficult time shoveling her front porch. She barely made it out of the door before the cold started to make her coughing fits begin. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I run inside, grab a bottle of cough medicine, maybe a couple two, three cough drops, and slam her with them to make her coughing fit stop because geez was it ever annoying? I believe that sentence was a run-on, but Word isn't telling me anything. Stupid computers. . . Anyway, I figured that I probably had no cough medicine because I got laid off of work two weeks before this day and I lost my free medical insurance and I was saving up money for a road bike so I had no intention of spending it on stupid non-necessities like food, clothing, mortgage payments, life insurance, car payments, food for my pet parakeet, etc. This road bike was Grade A-quality and I would obtain it by whatever means possible, even if it included me vacating my house so that I didn't have to waste my money on those mortgage payments anymore. Now, none of this actually happened, so I'm going to stop talking now.

I'll begin to talk here though, however, as I always like to correct myself, I am technically typing – not talking. Where was I seriously? Busy with life. Trying to solve some unfinished Sudoku's, if you can catch my drift, because clearly I have no idea what I'm talking about. In my last blog entry (the entry that was from December 23, 2008 and conveniently linked here) I was a bit dismantled emotionally. I wasn't my usual funny self that the very few posts that exist on this blog have come to demonstrate; dependent upon if you have the same sense of humor as me, that is. Things have come together since then, thankfully. Did things necessarily work out? No – but you gain some and you lose some, and I believe that I have gained more than what I have lost. I don't want to lose anymore though and I'm staying out of every conflict that arises. There's a new conflict going on that has my curiosity turning the pages of the book, but I'm yelling at myself to refrain from even seeking out information. I'm a good boy. I got this. Life is running along smoothly though.

My girlfriend got her wisdom teeth out on Friday and I spent the last three days with her to keep her company and have somebody to comfort her if she was in pain or didn't feel too shabby. I'm happy that I was able to be there for her. I actually asked a month before she even had the surgery if I could stay at her house that weekend in order to comfort her. I thought that she'd be put on Vicodin, a pretty strong painkiller that can cause depression or other strange thoughts, and that I'd have to be there for some emotional support, but thankfully her wisdom teeth came out easily and she was prescribed Tylenol with coating. She's doing well and recovering fast. I was impressed and even shocked by her recovery. I had a hell of a time with my wisdom teeth. Y'know . . . blood everywhere; choking on gauze; was on a strict diet of apple sauce, Jell-O, and pudding; extremely lethargic; and the worst part, I was very, very depressed. I would cry a lot. I was afraid to sleep in my room because the walls were too dark. I hated nighttime and it made me more depressed. Silly stuff like that. Once I stopped taking the Vicodin, however, I regained my usual thoughts, emotions, and behaviors and resumed life as normal. I'm just happy that she's not experiencing any of my difficulties or even coming within fifty yards of what I had to go through. She's like a superhuman . . .

What else? Looking for rental properties in Ocean City, Maryland for Senior Week. Possibly getting my first detention. Bridge won first in a competition in physics class and now I have to participate in the real-deal competition at the local shopping mall. Just a bridge made out of balsa wood – weighed about 19.8 grams and held thirty-seven pounds. Great success! Getting addicted to German music, like Die Ärzte and Die Toten Hosen. Good stuff! And just to despise Microsoft Word, I'm throwing sentence fragments everywhere. Man, this is a long blog entry that consumed a lot of my time and possibly nobody will even look at it. Oh wait! I have a couple two, three million viewers/readers though! Yes! That was like one of those moments where you find a five dollar bill in your jean pocket that you forgot you had in there and when you find it, you're not five dollars richer because you never technically lost possession of the five dollars, but you're so happy that you just found five dollars and now you think that you're five dollars richer even though. . . Know what I mean? No? Right . . . you wouldn't.

Good night, and good luck!