Old Has Become New

So I found this thing today because I was really bored sitting at the GF's house while she was at some dumb meeting when I was done with "Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny", a movie that was decent but I won't ever watch again. That was a long sentence.

I can't believe I'm writing on this again... I've only received like two comments from like two people ever and it isn't worth it to keep it going... but I guess it's alright to indulge in whenever I'm BORED SENSELESS at the GF's house when she is at some dumb meeting after I'm done with "Tenacious D and the Pick of Destiny", a movie that was decent but I won't ever watch again. That was another really long sentence... bridged together by ellipses, probably my most favorite punctuation marks in all of Internet writing for me. I use it quite liberally, actually.

So I'm bored... and that Cocaine drink I had today was really weird. ... [ellipsis] I bet the GF is going to be the only person to ever read this. That kind of sucks.

This is really funny. Go read it and mock those Tuttilians. Unless you are Tiffany. Then it's really cool, I promise--I thought it was really attractive.

Money, oh Money

I can't believe how tired I feel. It certainly shouldn't be legal...

I made $45 tonight at work. That makes me happy. Which brings me to today's topic: money. Why is it so prevelent in our lives today? I can't even believe how many people's lives are totally ruined by the pursuit of MORE, MORE, MORE money. Turn the corner, MONEY is there. Go home, MONEY is there. Run out to the fields, MONEY could be there too. It's like it can be the only thing on our minds sometimes. Why do we need so much of it? Why do I feel this intense desire to get more?

Don't get me wrong; I don't hate money. I couldn't. I think I am just frustrated because I DO hate work and that's the primary way of gaining more money... unless I win the lottery.

The end for now.

College

So I had to choose recently between a college I've wanted to go to my whole life (but that's a million miles away from all my friends) and between a college that is closer to home, but not entirely everything I desire. It sucked.

I guess when I started to write in this thing, I assumed I would be able to write more than this. But I'm dry as Lake Superior tonight... I just spent almost 12 hours working at my dad's store to get it prepared to open... that sucked, but I got paid over $100, so there's a lighter side to this insanity.

That's all I have. Blogger is crazy.

Frogs

Okay, so maybe this "Blogger" thing won't be so bad. I'm insanely bored, so if you want to read something that actually makes SENSE, read my Xanga or visit my Facebook. Or if you just get INSANELY bored, visit my Myspace or my Purevolume. ... Yah, I'm a computer addict. Deal with it.

So every time I see this "blogger", it makes me think of frogs. I'm not going to tell you why because I honestly don't know myself. This thing kinda makes me want to post just thoughtful things... things that probe the deep inner mind or something. ... Now I sound like a stoner.

What's your favorite color? I think "mauve" is a really funny word...

First Blog

Who knows if I'll ever post again?