The third and final quarter at (O)DU has begun. Although depressed as I figured I would be after a tremendous spring break, my spirits are currently flying the friendly skies. I started a jazz piano class, and never has ADD been more apparent in me as when I tickle the ivories. An assignment that would take a focused musician 30 minutes to complete takes me three times as long as I play away. Oh well, I guess no damage is done.
A recent development has... developed. A gay man named Brad has relentlessly been hitting on me. Obviously I do not have a problem with homosexuals, or homo-gays as I like to call them, but Bradicus cannot communicate with me without discussing a porn he and I should star in or telling me how he almost grabbed my ass 20 minutes ago. And he oft grabs my ass/touches my leg. Weird. In the end, it's hilarious, but he takes it to the point where it is simply awkward and nothing else. I think he needs to slow his roll and make out with some other homo-gays.
In my last journey to all that is Omaha, I inherited some new clothes and thus my appearance has transformed. I don my glasses daily, I am now a jeans wearing individual and I have preppy, Zach Morris-like shoes. At times I feel weird in my garb, but I get different reactions from different people and I find it interesting.
reading over this blog, it sounds like I am on a date and talking about myself far too much. next blog I'm talking only about somebody else.
Allright. I know I do not blog very often but a new leaf is being turned. I cannot guarantee anything but all the same this leaf, it's new and it is being turned. If a person blogs two times within 2 days, that individual can be called a diligent blogger.
I am currently in vale, residing in a rediculous mansion fully equiped with a hot tub and my very own queen bed. Also, a river runs its course adjacent to this house of nice. Holy shit. Wow is all I have been able verbalize. I have skied down fabulous mountain sides to return to a hot-tub-equipped mansion and a refrigerator full of inebriants. Whoops. Some might refer to my actions following skiing as monotonous and not fun. To those who say that, I say woooooh sir/ma'am.
Keep in mind that hookers have no soul.
I have been graced with Omahaness for about 2 weeks now. Brandon Koch came to rock out with me in Denver, and rock out we did. The products of Brandon, me, a guitar, a keytar, and messed-uppedness can be heard at the bottom of this entry. Shortly following this weekend of wacky, T-Windle and his posse (his dad and sister) came to the tenacious DU and treated me to a delectable lunch. I had a cheeseburger, which is something I do not often do outside the glorious meat land that is Omaha. It tasted wonderful, I had finals the two following days (trimester, shut up), and then flew home. With my powers.
Those whom I have already seen include Bess, Chan, Massara, Woodford, Biere, my mother and my father. If you think you should be on this list, then tell me you are in town so we can rock it. I leave on Wednesday. And if we do see eachother, I expect pleasure. On my wiener.
Update to the blog-in-process, it is now Tuesday night and I leave in roughly 8 hours. The sadistic bitch in Kill Bill Vol. 1 just got fucked up.
with the songs, expect mess-ups. they are what make the songs golden.
enjoy.
