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.

halloween

Boo!

Today I wore my costume to work. I'm the only person here that I've seen so far that is dressed up as a werewolf. I'm the only person here that I've seen so far that's even dressed. I feel like a dork.

My sleep schedule couldn't be more messed up. These astronauts have managed to turn my sleeping pattern into total crap. Sleeping pattern? Where did that come from? So maybe one day I'll get back into the swing of things and start my usual posting of 3 times a week, or maybe 6 times a week, I forget which number it is.

At the Target the other night, my roommate bought a bottle of wine. I would leave it at that, but this bottle of wine was special. Whenever a bottle of wine is bought at the loft. Not sure why I just called my apartment the loft. I'm pretty sure it needs a better name than that. How about the apartment. Whenever a bottle of wine is bought at the apartment there is a requirement that it has to be a cool looking bottle. Who cares if it tastes nasty, cool bottles only. After you're done drinking it, pouring it down the sink, or giving it's contents to guests, the "cool" bottle is displayed proudly on the top of the cabinet. This sounds like a gay idea after typing it out. There will be some thinking on this issue later. If the bottle is ugly I usually break it in the street. Anyways, the wine bottle that the roommate bought was named Opps. The contents aren't anything to brag about. So walking though the Target he randomly drops this bottle of Opps on the concrete floor shattering some of the glass. I laugh and proceed to point out that the side of the bottle has Opps written on it. Then I call him an idiot and throw my string cheese in the shopping cart.

Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't I don't care, I'll show you my underwear. Timmy With the Hot Mom that lives on the 6th floor told me to say that tonight when I go knocking on doors.

The thought of going out tonight and not being a werewolf has crossed my mind. Instead I'll the Three-Hole Punch Jim from The Office. I doubt anyone will know what I am.

1. Placophobia - Fear of tombstones

2. Phasmophobia - Fear of ghosts

3. Wiccaphobia - Fear of witches

4. Samhainophobia - Fear of Halloween

Thought this was appropriate for Halloween. It could be scary.

"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips

And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips...."

-The Righteous Brothers

"Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died." - Erma Bombeck

What year did the Halloween novelty song "Monster Mash" reach number one on the Billboard charts?

Last entry's answer was a gallon of oil.