Showing posts with label college. Show all posts
Showing posts with label college. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

my piano skills don't suck

I officially don't miss the being in class part of college. The girls I do miss. Except that University of Houston Downtown doesn't enroll that many cuties. Maybe they're just not on the same level as me. I mean 7th floor as the level. Not that I'm smarter or anything. Martini thinks I'm a Geek. She wants to go on Beauty and the Geek with me as my partner. I'm so confused now. Think I'll just go play some Scrabble or read the encyclopedia instead.

I have a date to Utility Al's Wedding Rehearsal Dinner 2007. My Future Wife agreed to go with me. I was surprised actually. Obviously we're meant to be. I hope she reads this before Friday evening. I love you My Future Wife.

I'm Baptist, not Methodist. Thought I'd clear that up. Just in case you were wondering.

Roommate bought a new electric wine bottle opener. The owner's manual says to charge the device for 16 hours. Bull crap. Who on earth charges their new electronic toy for that long as soon as they get it? Not this apartment. After about 2 hours of charging I made him uncork a bottle the electronic way. In case the new toy broke, he'd be the one using it. That's probably why half my battery operated electronics only half way work. I never charge the full charge before the first use. Turn the crap on now.

I just got off the phone with Utility Al, I told him I was "hitting the sack." I lied. I'm blogging instead.

This is Mississippi State's week. I don't predict scores. 1, I'm not good at it. 2, I don't want to jinx, not that I would, but you know. 3, I don't have a third, just needed a number 3 because having 2 just looks stupid.

I miss playing the piano. Being younger and taking lessons was not the cool thing to do. Mom asked if I wanted to take piano lessons one day at the swimming pool and I said yes. Three years later I was begging to take it away. Now I just want to be like Ben Folds. He's a small guy with awesome piano skills. Sometimes I sit at home on the piano, back when I used to be at home, and beat out a few tunes. No one seemed to like it, "shut up in there, loser." My sister isn't nice. I probably won't get her anything for Christmas.

When will softball season start back? I'll probably hit 23 home runs. Or I could just play football. There's probably a team out there that needs me at quarterback. I hope one of those teams reads this. Or I could just build a dynasty around me. I'll be Tom Brady. Who wants to be Randy Moss? I had to put this paragraph in there so I would look more manly than the rest of the post. Did that sentence defeat the purpose?

What future Soviet dictator was training to be a priest when he got turned on to Marxism?

Last entry's answer was 11.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

don't get near me

Today I forgot to put on my deodorant. Thank the Heavens I didn't sweat. I've never been so worried about anything in my whole life. Constantly had the underarm check thing going on. Do they smell something stinky? Stinky is such a kid word, I'll never use it again, sorry. Glad I had on an undershirt today, wish it was my under amour instead. I could look half way buff.

Everyone that reads this blog will probably think I'm a slob. I'm really not.

This afternoon after work I went hunting for some new furniture. College crap out, new loft upgrades in. Found a couple of sweet leather couches that were calling my name to come take a nap on. Trouble happens when trying to find a chair, that isn't leather but will match good with the orange wall and the new leather couch. Pat wasn't much help, even though he seemed pretty gay to me. I'm not going back to him again. Much rather see that cute little blonde at the front desk instead. I'll get her to test out the couch comfort with me.

Talked to The Girl last night. She's coming to visit. At least that's what she's telling me now days. I bet she'll faint at the beauty of my sweet man loft. Most girls do. I better use the word will instead of do. Haven't brought too many up lately, ever. I will, soon, don't you worry.

Mystery Girl update. She can cook. It was like pulling teeth to get that out of her though. I asked if she could cook. "Cook what?" Can you cook. 5 more questions later... she can cook.

That's all I have today. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting. Doubt it though. Oh wait, I did meet two real live astronauts today. I got their autographs. They seemed stunned.

What long-beaked bird needs 1,600 blossoms to get its daily diet of nectar?

Last entry's answer was Washington.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

tuesday III

Tonight is softball night. It better not rain. I predict that the girls will combine for an .899 average while the guys will bat a cool .750. If these do not hold true I'll probably sell all my softballs to Billy in 4-C.

Yesterday I realized how cool my signature really is. I signed off on some food and paused a brief second to admire how Hollywoodish my "John Hancock," as Old Guy would say, looked. I don't know if that sentence made sense or not. Other interesting Monday adventures:
1. Got an expensive oil change.
2. Had lunch with Father Rob.
3. Sat in waiting rooms for a total of 3.5 hours.
4. Talked to The Girl twice.
5. Replaced the air in my tires with nitrogen. Now I have those cool valve stem caps with the green N2 on them. By the way, green is winning on the poll. I could not be more excited.
6. Let Dakoda (the not so small chocolate lab puppy) eat out of my mouth.
7. Chatted it up with the girl in the window at the bank.
8. Looked up river guiding jobs. I've changed my career path as of yesterday. Not growing the beard for nothing.
9. Made up some Man Codes to help The Girl understand men.

Old Guy is back today. I missed him yesterday. I didn't mean that. Heart Breaker Dan left me here alone with Old Guy. He's probably staring down college girls right now.

My new favorite ring tone that I recently obtained:
"I'll be ready
I'll be ready
Never you fear
No don't you fear
I'll be ready Forever and always
I'm always here"
- Baywatch Theme Song by David Hasselhoff

Ashley. I promised that I'd mention her this week.

Don't look this up. How much time did Jonah spend in the belly of the whale?

Last entry's answer was Switzerland.