Drink 2nite?

Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Sometimes when I look at a picture, especially a fancy high-definition picture with a million megapixels, I'm more interested in the background than the foreground. Well, not more interested -- it really depends on the subject of the picture. If the picture is of a cow, I might be more interested with a ranch authentic barn in the background or a polar bear drinking out of a water faucet than the cow itself. There's only so many cows you can see before you begin to get bored of cows. I remember back in my early days when I used to be a cranky and miserable little boy, my mother would say to me from the passenger seat of a moving car, "Look out the window! There's cows!" I used to then flip at her by responding with, "Wow! Just wow! Look -- cows! My God! They're so absolutely rare! We live in Northeastern Pennsylvania and we're driving through the country and look -- there's cows! What's next? What next amazing unexpected sight will we see? Oh my God -- there's a tree! Look, a tree! Oh my God! A tree! Never saw one of those before!" Did I mention that I used to once be very cranky and miserable before my life changed for the better? No -- well, I used to be very cranky and miserable when I was younger, like four months ago and earlier. Nowadays I don't even curse anymore. I was explaining this theory to my sister earlier today: if one doesn't curse, one seems to lead a happier lifestyle and has less of an angry attitude. By personal experience, this is turning out to be true. My mother and I used to always bicker and yes, I would curse at her, but ever since I stopped cursing, even in casual conversation or even online, I just feel a lot better. I definitely have a much better relationship with my mother now than I ever did before too. Life is good -- very, very good. In conclusion: this blog is safe for your kids to read!

I just made seven dollars, however, by doing my friend's math test that he copied down on a scrap sheet of paper. Please don't show your kids that, though. It may corrupt them, or it may encourage them to do well in school in order to make some profit off of . . . students who don't apply themselves. I guess that would be a nice way of saying things around here. I've been ranked first in my class for 3 1/4 years so far and I'm still striving for the gold, but physics is owning me. Honestly, that class just won't click with me. Some things that should be simple or involve some common sense I can't grasp. Physics, as of now, has my lowest grade that I ever got in high school -- a 92. Ugh. I spent the whole afternoon and the majority of the school day today working on my bridge schematic. We're building bridges in there -- fun . . . NOT! More like highly stressful. I'm not too practical with my hands. I can't cook, I can't drive, I can't draw straight lines, I can't build, . . . I can, however, sew and type with one finger, so at least I'm not totally useless. 

I'm going to hold off on telling anymore New York City stories for now. I'm not in a storytelling mood and I want to get to bed soon. It's 10:16 PM and relatively early (at least with my standards) but mi chica is indirectly influencing me to go to bed earlier. Indirectly meaning . . . like . . . not being told to do it but sort of like . . . being indirect. I have no idea what I'm trying to say. I normally go to bed late and then I feel crappy all day or I'll suddenly crash at one point in the day. Then I tried going to bed sometimes right after she went offline, which is around ten, and I'll wake up and just feel fantastic the next day. So I want to feel fantastic more often and thus I want to go to bed early more often. Did I ever mention before that most of my blogs will include useless text . . . yes? Well, I was right. I really don't think you care about what time I go to bed, that I made seven dollars, or about how I stopped cursing, so bye! Have a good one!
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