June 3, 2009
More crap
I've moved into a house, it is pretty god damned dirty, however I cleaned the shit out of my room and have an airpurifier. My mom smelled an abundance of smoke on my clothes, this is probably because of indoor smoking at most of the places I have stayed. My room has like 15 Nintendo Power posters, and only 2 of the games are for the NES. I think my mom threw away a lot of the older Nintendo Powers, ones that might contain like "Super C" or "Ninja Gaiden" posters. I do have Mega Man X/X2 posters, and as we all know, X2 is probably the best game of all time, outside of FF7, which I am currently replaying, kind of sort of. Only 6 hours into it, and i'm not visiting any item shops (going through the swamp without buying greens is easy if you know what you are doing...) and I'm at Cosmo Canyon. We'll see how far I get.
Apparently Matthew Stafford looks better then anyone has ever looked ever. I bet he ends up throwing 22 INT's and 17 TD's...11 of them to Calvin. Louis Delmas seems like the real deal, and he is the special teams leader already, which means Jimmy and Gunther love his raw ability. Hopefully him and Daniel Bullocks can be a fearsome tandom at Safety.
They say that when one is reading literature or watching a movie that we fill in the natural gaps that the author left with our own crazy ideas of how the authors reality actually works. That means that no one views a single poem or, anything, the same, regardless of how close you are to another person. It is especially important to realize this in the classroom setting, especially amongst people who have far different values then the vast majority of students. Typically, young aspiring poets are just weird enough to accept almost anything, and it isn’t as if anyone knows the true meaning of anything, as the author often can’t comprehend what the writing actually means, even with a lot of time to think about it.
I really, really like the way that Dickinson explained her artwork as a circumference, I think it makes sense. You have to know/write about everything to be a good poet, or writer in general, and in order do that, you must walk the line from extreme A to extreme B to even extreme C-Z, looping around again. However, I feel that one must not just stick to one circle of circumference. Sometimes you have to jump off the sphere and into a rectangular prism for a while to give yourself a new prospective. I may limit myself in writing because I think of myself as one who writes about things that are neglected from writing. This is good most of the time, but as previously stated, limiting yourself to one plane of existence through writing is just silly, so why do I do it? Why not just write about typical things, like flowers or starry nights? I don’t know the answer to that, but I am working on it. I suppose it just goes back to my nature in finding joy in the ignored.
The question “Why do you write?” is one that should be outlawed. No one knows the exact reason why, and if it isn’t because they get paid, enjoy it or are really good at it (as Flannery O’Connor expresses), then boredom or eulogies also exist as equally okay. Practicing writing can make you better, just as practicing basketball helps you play basketball. Now, I agree that reading helps you become a better writer, but it is in the same way that practicing basketball helps you play football. It may help your hand-eye coordination and your footwork, but until you actually put on some pads and try to hit someone, it is impossible to mentally simulate the game of football. Therefore, read read read read all you want, but unless you are writing, you will not improve upon more then things like vocabulary or general knowledge of thing. For example, I just learned that poems written while walking at dawn are called aubades from this reading assignment. That doesn't do shit for being able to write them.
I truly enjoyed the poem Intro to Poetry by Steven Bauer because I feel it also does a great job explaining poetry in poem form. The beginning two lines really got me into it. I had never really thought about it before, but I agree that poetry is more the relation of time and speed them math (isn’t that really physics?) for me. When we are reading poetry and we feel a tingle inside, it is often the sensation of questioning the relevance to our own frame of mind. I don’t think there is a greater delight then reading along and feeling that your life is the one being described, though missing the minor details.
That all being said, here is more crap.
Vile, off left, way too cool
My ex-best-friend Dan Wilk did something so vile
That I had to leave for the bathroom to
Wash the cheese stains to the left
Of my chest pocket. Some people have a way;
It’s just extraordinary how they believe they appear cool
In the eyes of others, especially when their predictions are as off
As a light switch completely locked into the off
Position. Low, almost like someone stealing your entire vile
Of prescription pain pills and snorting them at a cool,
Dry local right after you had shoulder surgery. Too
Much is made out of dirty language. Fuck that shit away
From your brain, that is nothing compared to what’s left
Of my story in the bad deeds department. Right after I left
To order US soda pop, Dan Wilk picked a roach off
The floor. This thing must have been king, it would weigh
Out to be at least nineteen ounces. It looked like the villain “Vile”
From Power Rangers season number two,
I believe. He placed that roach into my cool
Brand new jean-jacket pocket, front again. “Is it cool
If I got diet, dude? It was cheaper and I only have four dollars left
And we need catch the bus sometime before the game at 2:00.”
While I was jawing and seating myself, the roach fell off
Of my fucking shirt, into my bag of chips, without my noticing. Vile
creatures roaches are, but boy do they munch well, better even then the way
Chips munch. So much better, that I knew to spit out my bite in a way
Of utmost ultra haste, like a speeding bobsled from Cool
Runnings, the movie on the TV in the background. The vileness
From the roach head I spewed out had already left
Dan in stitches as his face grew even more red off
My misfortune he had caused, as my bite had split the roach in two.
“What the fuck? How the hell did a roach get into
That bag of chips! Seriously, how in the hell did it find its way
In it?” Dan confessed his sin, and said that he “almost got off”
From the joy as he watched it transpire. He thought he was SO cool;
I let him know what I thought of his jerk behavior, so I left
Dan and sat by myself as I pondered what I should do about the fury I had, the vile
Thoughts consuming me. To him, he thought he was so cool,
I thought he had no decency left, and right away
I was correct. He went on the offensive and threw cheese sauce at me. Just so Vile.
Cardinal Crown Crow
Blackouts surround
Some bad cluck
Slashing through the willows
A fowl moldy aroma
Protrudes like uneven pavement
As the moon beams translucent
To the failing shade
Nobel these gases are not
Disturbed insomniac
Suffering from
Nocturnal nightmares
Stalks the
Metamorphosis
Like a jaded cocoon
Slipping away
Amongst chivalry and freedom
To rediscover cynicism and ennui
The solo cardinal devours
The branch of notorious delight
With a chirp
A peck
Decay the interior
Psyche meltdown eminent
A black hole downward spiral
Into the vortex of unknown
Slit into the cerebrum
God guard Id
Siphon latent heat
As if survival couldn’t wait
Past 3 am
Envelop the azure nevermore
Caw caw caw
Leave at once!
Love, Rob
Posted by rob at 2:43 AM | Comments (1)
May 19, 2009
I slept on a workout mat in the pool for 2 hours
Well it has happend. I am back in school, without a location to sleep really. today I woke up from Tommys futon and bought my book and then sat in class, miserable. I enjoy my teacher, she seems as if she has a real good idea of what academia is and yadadadadadaadadada, however...
Has anyone seen that Chappell Show sketch with the Wrap it up box? I've never wanted one of those more in my entire life, and this includes when I was way younger and my parents were bitching me out about eating too much pizza, not enough veggies. My teacher (or maybe just the class) could put someone with clinical insomnia to sleep. Tommorow my head will be filled with "Less talking, more shut the fuck up!" I'm sure and again for another 13 academic days. Thank God for Memorial day.
I'm not going to allow my class to get too into their PC thug dead white male bashing like I know is going to happen. I've already begun my plan to subvert any influences I don't feel will be class appropriate. When we were asked the best thing we have read over the last year, it was between Paul Clark Original Poetry and The Dharmmapada. I choose that and told the story of how I was reading that at the pool during my vacation, while the rest of my young family were at busch gardens. I glanced up from my chair and saw a girl splashing, and about 3 seconds later it translated in my brain as "Hmm, I think that girl is drowning" and I saved her. True story, in fact, my mom thinks it is divine intervention or something that will only help me develop my God complex.
After class I went to the rec-center and tried to go swimming but instead I passed out on the workout mat next to the pool and then sat in the sped shower, planning my next move. And more tommorow.
"They just want to take some joy out of the day"
Walking hand and hand
The devil and I discuss politics
Politely
while the pitterpatter
provides a hollow shell
shielding the flames of blame
The dagger is Heroism
The living is in the hereticism
The truth in the silence
Satan protests too much
When I suggest simplicity
Life is too un-ironic
For the blessed
or the crazy
To exile, a vortex, to another wasteland.
"Talentless Ass Clown"
There's too easy
There's shooting fish
There's a slam dunk
(Which does not belong,
but I digress)
Oh, cliched ease
How I mock thee
Ask a blind man to find the barrel
Or throw a ball in a hoop
Do not ask him to describe Orange
Because round and tangy
would get more undeserved laughs
Than Dane Cook on a drunken Saturday
Love, Rob
Posted by rob at 5:09 PM | Comments (2)
May 2, 2009
dude
Titles are hard to think of when you really have nothing to use other then music or jokes about how joel sucks. Dude is a word that has been stereotyped for years and I believe that it is time to stop. Actually I'm not sure where the word "dude" came from for the title this time. Maybe it is the fact that I am going to watch the big lebowski soonish as I signed up for this blockbusker movie thing so I could get fantasy baseball stat tracker for free. BY the way I am going to be winning the league by liike 5 full points a month or so into it Mo's team scares me more then any other team and she is the one that is right there in #2. But my team is insanely good, Uggla and HanRam have been injured this week and other players have been scratched too. Plus this weeks match up has been a joke. We would both be losing to every other team, yet we are both tied for first place.
Recommend good movies to rent.
The Lions draft. Oh boy oh boy. What a weekend. So basically I think that the Lions may have had the worst best draft in the history. The Lions have not had a QB or TE since Bobby Lane and Charlie Sanders, both hall of famers, so obviously they fill needs. THe Lions still really, really need help at guard and MLB, but Louis Delmas appears to be the real deal at safety. Hopefully him and Bullocks will be the best young S tandem in the league. And don't count out 7th round pick Murtha coming in and starting, love those husker linemen int he NFL.
I really liked the petigrew pick at #20, he was top 10 talent and he will really help with play action passing and run blocking and being a red zone target for young matthew "awesome" stafford.
I am hopefully going to graduate this summer, but I have like 21 hours to do. For those of you who do pray, do it. For those of you who prey...good, I could use roommates for like 2 months.
And, after much research and thought, I believe that Mega Man 9 is the hardest OVERALL mega man. It may not be the best (mega man 3), it may not have the best sound track (Though according to my friends, video game music isn't music so that doesn't even matter), and it may not have the hardest boss (God Elec Man is hard if you don't have the cut blade...only boss I cannot defeat with just the mega buster on my first try), but EVERY SINGLE WEAPON HAS DUAL USES, at LEAST. Mega Man 9 is the most inventive game when it comes to item usage since Star Ocean 2.
Mega Man 9 is the best video game of the 2000's. Period. Hands down. No questions. Nothing. Not even Smash Brothers whatever, Halo shit, Marvel VS Capcom VS SNK, Metal Gears, Paper Marios, PS2 Madden, Majoras Wind Princess, Tekken 3.5...etc...EVERY GAME fails to compare. Mega Man 9 has better game play (Perfect), level design (FLAWLESS), control (See a pattern?) and challenge then every single game to come out since...probably Yoshi's Island in 1995, or if I HAD to choose a game in the 00's that isn't Mega Man X4...Metroid Fusion???
To quote Nintendo Power's issue #100 "Game play is more important than graphics. Always. Do the Math". So anyone who says "Dude, Mega Man 9 is an 8-bit game and simple" is forgetting THE CARDINAL RULE of video games. Graphics improvements are holding every facet of gaming back. Hell, graphic improvements are also holding back movies and television, but that is a whole other story (basically with all of the attention to looks, less is paid towards character development and story).
Finally...
Yes. The Hornets sucked bad.
No. I don't think the new Wolverine Movie will be bad
Yes. I had the craziest most invigorating weekend ever, after the NFL draft that involved past lovers experincing poetic justice, creative writing juices that were relased after filling up over the course of a crazy wild goose chase.
No. I won't go into more details, but...
Yes. I am going to write a short story about it.
No. It won't be the new Matthew Awesome.
Yes. The new Matthew Awesome is coming.
No. It is not part 3.
Yes. I am skipping that and writing part 4 over the summer.
No. I won't write part 3 ever again because it got deleted and it was a masterpiece...300 pages of work I can never get back.
Yes. I think the new facebook is completely useless.
No. I am not about to forget, Brett...
Yes. I am a buddhist, again again.
No. I am working on it.
Love, Rob
Posted by rob at 9:01 PM | Comments (3)
April 8, 2009
Jeff you need to make it so people can read this...
Completely unironically, UNC won a title and I am in the need of change again, very similarly to 2005, the last time they won a title. Things have changed a lot since then, perhaps so have I. The major changes in my behavior, not personality, changed right around the time that UNC won the national title, my freshman year. I am still searching for the end year...
Writers block is terrible. It's detrimental to my soul, I'd say. Especially because the closest thing I have to another art form is my Top Spin abilities, which is the best damn Top Spin in the nation. I can conquor Shadow Man and the Tripplets and Gamma Bot Wily quicker than Quickman. The point is through writing I am able to think things out more concretely and perhaps formulate my honest to god opinion on things, instead of waivering like a willow in the wind.
Apathy+Writers Block is really bad too. I don't know if I should post exactly what I have done since 2005, when UNC won the title or more recently the last 2 years, but it has been crazy and full of excitement, both up and down. It sort of trips me out because I haven't felt the way that I have since the 05 UNC Championship year it seems. Prior to this I haven't been at true peace with myself for various reasons. Maybe it is my switch to acknoledging that I am a buddhist, but I feel that life is showing me a path again that I can hilariously connect the dots to if I just look for the signs. Or so it seems, coincidence masturbators would explain out.
Busted Hard-Drive with potential novels worth of material destroyed+Apathy+Writers Block is even worse. When you have already written a lot of things that you would like to build off of, it is hard to go back to where these new ideas that you are currently building, truely came from. You cannot recapture yourself from another time. I can tell the difference in my voice in almost every single piece of writing that I have ever written before, from where I stopped writing it and where I picked it up again, where I added parts or words or changed things.
Bad situation+Busted Hard Drive with potential novels worth of material destroyed+Apathy+Writers Block could not go worse. Yet. Ben was nothing but the best roommate ever and I regret mostly nothing I ever did with him, same with Nate, except Nate is a fucking asshole who completely fucked me. Still love both like brothers. I am not sure which one to defend here, honestly. Ben looks like a god damned hippie stoner, and Nate is an asshole with a heart of Gold. I suppose moving on is a good idea, because hell, no point on focusing on the good here, right? Wrong, but I digress. My living situation after Ben was fun. So fun. I met and made more friends then I could imagine, and I met people who can compare to my Top Spin (metaphor for being great at video games in case you haven't caught on). But stress of partying every day at your own home, especially for me, a basic recluse who needs his space to be at one (meditation loosely, though 99%+ not actual meditation can be obtained or is necessary) caught up with me. Also I was sicker than a dog. And I got bitten and had to witness scary horrible things, butttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt that ends this segment for others privacy, which I respect....Mostly.
Broken Heart+Bad situation+Busted Hard Drive with potential novels worth of material destroyed+Apathy+Writers Block. It sucks to relive things that ruined how you once thought your life went. In my vain actions through my life, we all know I love me some me more than most people do (it's because I am at peace with who I am), I sent numerous people numerous copies of my poetry and rough drafts of Matthew Awesome 3 or scenes from musicals or hell, funny ass things I said in a failed attempt to woo a woman on facebook. So I run into old messages from people that trigger emotions and memories I haven't had in a long time. Then boom goes the dynomite.
Having a broken heart is described best by saying it twice. broken heart. (Editors question: Could that be autological?) That is how it feels. Kano and Laura powers have both been my profile picture on my facebook after breakups, which is pretty immature and I regret doing that. It was different between Angela and I. I got closure and knew she was right in the end, soon after a night of crying.
Manda broke my heart, Not just by being a lesbian. Not just by dating my best non-karly girlfriend right afterwords. Not just by lying about being a lesbian. Not just by not telling me that she probably cheated on me. Not just by almost getting engaged to the guy she probably cheated on me with after she broke up with like 3 other guys and probably girls. Not just by dating the guy she brought over to me the night we started dating. It's not that I called everything that happend before any of it happend because I basically knew after I wrote one of my stories she would not want to be with me anymore because she would take it the wrong way. (Maybe I'm to blame for that last one, foreshadowing...).
It's that she had to re be my friend on facebook, so facebook has to fucking tell me everything that goes on in peoples lives. It's that she had to invite me to her 21st birthday. It's that she had to ask Brian to ask me for her. Quit being a coward and call me like I told you the last time we ever spoke like 2432423 years ago............or maybe I'm the coward and that's what I have been looking for this entire time.
Because it's because I haven't cried once about it.
Facebook, facebook facebook. Did I mention my sister is having twins? Now all my women relatives talk about are facebook pictures. Fucking networking sites and babies. haha, this one time I said the only thing I fear are babies and AIDS. Add network sites to that list.
Did you know the only other girl I've ever thought about getting married to (since I've been logical) is also pregnant with someone who doesn't love hers child? I'm going with the autological word here, again.
But, in all honesty, the only time I've cried other then for a few moments at my grandfathers funeral, since Angela, was when I had to say goodbye to Ktarl and Katana, my beautiful kittens. I'm tearing up as I think about it now...I'm such a pussy. There's a Meta for y'all.
THE GOD DAMNED 0-16 DETROIT LIONS+Broken Heart+Bad situation+Busted Hard Drive with potential novels worth of material destroyed+Apathy+Writers Block. I don't even need to talk about this, but maybe I should. I feel pathetic to feel the way I do about it. But that season drained my mojo, I got so physically/mentally ill during that period, it could not be coincidental, it must have at least contributed.
it is really sad that we put so much into stupid things like sports, but like I have said, you can predict more about the world by watching football then you can by watching cnn. Sports are the most important unimportant thing there is, and we, I especially, sweat the small things, but not the big ones. I think I may have lied. I do not sweat the small things, they do not bother me. I would venture to say I sweat the medium. I need to work on that more. Maybe that is the next step. Worrying about the big things. I don't mean death or marriage or even moving, maybe getting a job that my mom didn't give me would be a good start.
SELF PITY OVER
So, here I am, back home with mom and dad in Omaha, Nebraska. I'm still playing video games a lot, like I was when I was 3. I still don't have a real job, and I am 23. I haven't finished college yet, I have 7 hours left. My computer works, again. I feel like writing. I have found some old pieces to build on. The Detroit Lions have 5 picks in the first 82 (Mock Draft coming soon). But I am not going to sell out my single behavior. My fantasy baseball team is really good looking too. I am the head ref for the city, even though I don't deserve to be (I feel, yet). And one of my teams just won a title. Like they did in 05, Congratulations to the 2009 University of Naimul Chappell Hill Tar Heels. I'd love to see Lawson stay another year. My dad used to play basketball against Tyler's dad, btw. Ask him about it if you ever get the chance.
So. Now things have changed, and there is a possitive outlook on my life. In the future I am supposed to perfom poetry at a peace rally (420 go figure that logic :-) Roflaolfask). There is no excuse for me to not write or progress my thoughts and life experiences anymore, is there?
Quote the Nintendo
"We're working on it".
In tribute to 2005 and the tar heels and my searching old e-mails to find stuff for old works, here are two things from 2005 to gander at. Maybe think about how I have changed since then.
Top 100 video games of all time as of the beginning of 2005.
1. Final Fantasy 7-PS
2. Legend of Zelda Link to the Past-SNES/GBA
3. Super Mario 3-NES/SNES/GBA
4. Mega Man X2-SNES
5. Xenogears-PS
6. Yoshi's Island-SNES/GBA
7. Chrono Trigger-SNES/PS
8. Super Dodge ball-NES version only
9. Mega Man 3-NES/GC
10. Final Fantasy Tactics-PS
11. The Legend of Zelda-NES/GC/GBA
12. Earthbound-SNES
13. Legend of Zelda Ocarina of time-64/GC
14. Mario Tennis-N64
15. Mega Man-NES/GC
16. Final Fantasy 5-PS
17. Halo-XBOX
18. Super Contra-NES
19. Mega Man x-SNES
20. Contra-NES
21. Gunstar Hero’s-Genesis
22. Super Metroid-SNES
23. Super Smash Brothers Melee-GC
24. Contra 3-SNES/GBA
25. River City Ransom-NES
26. Super Mario World-SNES/GBA
27. Punchout!-NES
28. Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2-PS/64/DC
29. Final Fantasy 3 or 6-SNES/PS
30. Super Mario RPG-SNES
31. Mario 64-N64
32. Metroid Prime-GC Matt
33. Final Fantasy 9-PS
34. Castlevania Symphony (OVERRATED)-PS Matt
35. Soul Caliber-DC/Arcade
36. Dragon Warrior-NES/GB
37. Mario Luigi-GBA
38. Lunar 2-Sega CD/PS/Saturn
39. Donkey Kong Country-SNES/GBA
40. Sonic CD-Sega CD
41. Marble Madness-NES/Arcade
42. Secret of Mana-SNES
43. Star Ocean 2-PS
44. Metal Gear Solid-PS
45. Mega Man x4-PS/Saturn
46. Shining Force 2-Genesis
47. Final Fantasy-NES/PS
48. Super Mario Kart-SNES
49. Final Fantasy 8-PS
50. Mega Man 2-NES/GC
51. Streets of Rage 2-Genesis/gamegear
52. Ice hockey-NES
53. Street Fighter Alpha 3-Multiplatform
54. Tetris-Like, all systems
55. X-Men Arcade Game-Arcade
56. Final Fantasy 8-PS
57. Mega Man 4-NES/GC
58. Tekken Tag-PS2
59. The Magical Quest: Staring Mickey Mouse-SNES/GBA
60. Simpsons arcade game-Arcade
61. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 4 Turtles in Time-Arcade/SNES
62. Guardian Hero’s-Saturn
63. FFTA-GBA
64. Goldeneye-64(OVERRATED)
65. Wrecking Crew-NES
66. Rescue Rangers-NES
67. College Football 96-Genesis
68. Saturn Bomberman-Saturn
69. FFX-PS2
70. Animal Crossing-GC
71. Metal Gear Solid 2-PS2/Xbox/GC
72. Crash Team Racing-PS
73. Lunar-Sega CD/PS
74. Skies of Arcadia-DC/GC
75. Super Mario Bros. 2-NES/GBA/SNES
76. Zelda Ages-GB
77. Zelda Seasons-GB
78. Super Punchout!-SNES
79. Mario Kart 64-N64
80. Mega man Zero 2-GBA
81. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Manhattan Project-NES
82. Metroid Fusion-GBA
83. Mega Man 5-NES/GC
84. Bubble Bobble-NES/Arcade
85. Life Force-NES
86. Grandia 2-DC version only
87. Mortal Kombat Trilogy-PS only.
88. Zelda DX-Gameboy
89. Sonic 3 and Knuckles-Genesis/Saturn/GC
90. Marvel V.S. Capcom 2-Arcade/DC
91. Paper Mario-64
92. Super Mario-Arcade/NES
93. Metroid-NES
94. Ninja Gaiden 2-NES
95. Grand Theft Auto: Vice City-PS2 (OVERRATED)
96. Mega man X3-SNES
97. Golden Axe 2-Arcade/Genesis
98. Bugs Bunnies Birthday Blow Out-NES
99. Pac-man-Like Everything
100. NBA JAM TE-Genesis/SNES/Arcade
Stupid essay thing
1. What is your occupation? full time student
>2. What color is your underwear? bgreen
3. What are you listening to
>right now? nothing
>4. What was the last thing you ate? Mac N Cheese
>5. Do you wish on stars? yup
>6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? blue
>7. What is the weather like right now? shitty
>8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? mommy
>9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? no :-*
>10. How old were you on your last birthday? 19
>11. Favorite drink? Probably Raspberry Lemonaid, only done correctly. Or Chocolate Milshakes spiked.
>12. Favorite sport to watch? fusbol americano
>13. Have you ever dyed your hair? a few times
>14. Do you wear contacts or glasses? rarely
>15. Pets? Lily and fatass chub pheobe
>16. Favorite month? I dunno, May
>17. Favorite food? Italian
>18. What was the last movie you watched? Probably Legally Blonde for about 2 minutes.
>19. Favorite day of the year? Other then christmas, the last day of actual school
>20. What do you do to vent anger? I don't usually
>21. What was your favorite toy as a child? Nintendo
>22. Fall or spring? spring
>24. Cherry or Blueberry? Blueraspberry
>25. Do you want your friends to email you back? I only sent this to karly or whoever else
>26. Who is most likely to respond? I dunno
>27. Who is least likely to respond? I dunno
>28. Living arrangements? Husker Courtyards, which is currently on fire
>29. When was the last time you cried? I have no idea
>30. What is on the bottom of your closet? 120 pairs of shoes (HOLY SHIT KARLY!)
>31. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Karly
>32. What did you do last night? Finished Final Fantasy 1 and watched football and wrote a paper
>33. What are you afraid of? Other then snakes and my brother...nothing really
>34. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? both
>35. Favorite car? I'm not even sure if I have one
>36. Favorite dog breed? Chocolate Lab
>37. Number of keys on your key ring? Varies
>38. How many years at your current job? hahahahaha!
>39. Favorite day of the week? saturday duh!! (word)
>40. How many states have you lived in? 1
>41. How many cities have you lived in? 2
Lots more to come. Slowly but shurely.
Love, Rob
P.S. Who actually read this entire thing?
Posted by rob at 4:25 AM | Comments (6)
July 9, 2008
It's hard to cry when you have a shotgun in your mouth
A few important issues.
I wish I was still unemployed.
MEGA
Summer school is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done. 5 weeks of 9:00 a.m. M-F for like 3 hours=me not going ever and probably getting like an F+. The plus means better.
MAN
If you heard that I'm growing a moustache, it's all a big lie. The moustache is growing me.
NINE
I have quit my attempt to quit quitting things. This means I am working towards pro-social behavior instead of my own beliefs of what pro-social actually should be, caaaaause socities view of pro-social behavior is kind of not so pro-social. So in other words, I'm attempting to conform, again, to shit that I shouldn't have to conform to. And yes, this needs to be as vague as I'm typing it.
HOLY
I'm going to be in the North Carolina, Virginia area starting next tuesday for 10 days?, so everyone I know who lives there better watch out, cause there is a less than 1% chance I will see you.
SHIT
The list of reading materials have been finalized, with the Odessey joining the other three titles. But I will be workshopping some previous work of mine and thinking of ideas for Erik!!!!!! and I's project, Tommy and I's project, Becker and I's project, etc... and I's project, and my own stuff, poems, short (ish) stories, and coming up with a potential independent project class.
DUDE
My fantasy baseball teams are both now tied for 1st place. B-Bone 1.0, I will give you details of my roster during all-star break because there is this thing that happens whenever I write about a certain player(s) on my fantasy teams that causes them to like die (In Javon Walkers case), so just wait.
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Love, Rob
P.S. if you are interested, that fantasy story I talked about like 23432423 blogs ago is posted in the extended entry below. This was the one that I handed to my class with two different titles in an attempt to do a psychological research project for my psych behavior class, but there were too many confounding variables to actually have a real, true theory. This is probably my least favorite of the stories I have written, but towards the end it sets up for a second part that could be epic, so that's cool.
Continue reading "It's hard to cry when you have a shotgun in your mouth"
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