Death Cab For Cutie

Randomness ensues...

I like my mouse. It's wireless. And big, and comfortable in my hand. And metallic blue.

This weekend has been just...pretty lame. The highlight of my weekend so far has been going to IHOP. I went to IHOP with Sean tonight because we were both really bored and needed to get out. We were getting dorm fever, or at least I was. Too much Warcraft (A game I play too much). Anyway, IHOP was really good though. I got the International Omelette. It had salsa on top and came with three really good pancakes. I took Sean's advice and put some boisenbury syrup on my pancakes, along with a little butter pecan. It was a good blend. Sean, on the other hand, put every kind of syrup on his pancakes. They were drowning, and it looked not good. Sean's crazy like that. Oh, and he put eggs on his pancakes too. That's even more weird. Sorry, Sean, but that's weird man. Apparently, I'm the only person who is brave enough to tell him that's weird. And by the only person, I mean out of me and Kelly Adams, I'm the only one who says anything. So stop being afraid of Sean, Kelly, and tell him that it's weird that he puts eggs on his pancakes. Okay, sorry, I'll stop talking about specific people and making you feel left out for me not saying your name. Oh, wait, one more quick mention of that crazy guy. He ate all of his food and still wasn't full, so we had to go to McDonald's, and the McDonald's by IHOP wasn't serving breakfast yet, so we had to go to the one on Southwest Parkway so he could get a McGriddle sandwich. Strange. But, I got an apple pie, and it was McFantastic.

To the window, to the wall, til the sweat drops...down, and falls...haha. I downloaded that song a long time ago and I was playing all my songs on random and it was just playing. Haha, that song was fun at one time. Now it's just gangster.

Tonight, I almost ran over someone pulling into a parking space. Well, I saw him, and he was hesitating to walk across the parking spot I was going to park in, so I just pulled in. So, he got in some friend's truck and they had the windows down so he yelled something at me when I got out of my car. All I heard was "homie, blah blah". It sounded like gibberish. I said what, and he said the gibberish again. So, stupidly, I went up to the truck and was like "what are you saying??". He said it again, but still...gibberish. So I was just like, ummm, I don't know what you're talking about and just kinda laughed and walked away. I'm glad they didn't shoot me. I'm just a man who knows when he wants to park.

Hey cutie, there's a death cab, and it's coming for you.

Death Cab For Cutie is the name of a band if you didn't know.

Ahhh, I'm listening to Alan Parsons Project right now. I picked this stuff up from my dad. It's kinda old, and might sound lame to some people, but I think it's really good. I just found out recently from my dad that this band was actually formed by a guy who recruited a bunch of back-up singers to form a band. That's why it's called the Alan Parsons Project. I guess the guy that was finding all these guys was named Alan Parsons. Maybe he was a back up singer himself who felt back up singers were looked down upon and needed to show the world their talent by forming their own band. Who knows, but I like it. It's soothing, and catchy. I ask some people sometimes if they have ever listened to Alan Parsons Project, and most people don't even know what it is. If you have ever listened to Alan Parsons Project and actually remember what it sounds like, you should leave a comment and let me know that there are others out there that have listened to them.

I donated plasma on Friday. I'm really desperate for money, and for those of you that don't know, you can donate plasma and get paid. Bling bling. The first time you go it takes like 3 hours though because they have to interview you a million times and have to take a blood sample and a urine test and all this stuff. It's crrrrazy. I didn't like it at all. They stuck this huge steel needle right into my vein and I watched my blood go into a machine and then watched a big container fill up with my plasma, from my body. I hate that. I hate seeing what's inside of me. But, I'm thinking this will conquer my fear of that stuff. And more importantly, I'll be making money so I can go eat at IHOP and stuff like that. And I owe my roommate 50 dollars for that game, World of Warcraft. He bought it originally and it didn't work on his computer, so I stole it from him, with his knowledge. But, I owe him 50 dollars. 50 dollars for an addiction that is taking up my life!

Juls0021: hey let's recall fun times we've had

Oh Julie, you're crazy. In a great way.

Juls0021: remember the time you hung the rubber chicken with my
purse strap (the leash)??
Juls0021: from sra stark's ceiling?
Juls0021: that was pretty cool

High school...fun times.

Well, I think that's all for this blog post. Writing this post ranks pretty high on the excitement level for this weekend, so I guess that's good, haha. Thanks for reading my blog.

Swiss and colby jack cheese.

Why Am I Posting At 9 am?

I didn't go to bed last night...I'm pretty tired. Well, the thing is, I have a quiz in calculus today, and I knew that I needed to study for it or I wasn't going to do well at all. But I didn't want to study, because I had to study a lot. And I couldn't go to bed without studying, because either I'd lie awake in bed thinking about how I didn't study and feeling guilty or I would sleep in until 10 minutes before my first class and then not leave myself any time to study in the morning. So, that's why I didn't go to bed. Makes sense, right?

I went to eat breakfast this morning for the first time in a while. It was pretty good, but thirty minutes later my stomach starting hurting really badly. I think it's from the orange juice. Being at college, I haven't had much orange juice at all this past year, where I used to drink it a lot more because my mom bought it and it was in the fridge. But now I have to buy it, and that's a whole different story. But, it came with my meal this morning, so I had it. But you know, orange juice is really acidy, so I think it was eating away at my stomach lining or something. But, for serious, orange juice can make your stomach hurt because it has so much acid in it. I think. Another strange thing I did this morning was grocery shop. Yeah, it's weird. I was grocery shopping at 8 in the morning. The thing is I hadn't been out to my car in almost two weeks, and I start to get worried about it. Wondering if maybe one of the tires was flat, or someone ran into it, or if for some reason the A&M parking police decided I did something wrong or made up a new rule and then decided to tow my car. So I went out to check on it. Then I decided I needed to drive it too, just so it wouldn't feel neglected or anything. I ended up going to Wal-Mart. So, that was fun. Got some easy mac, bottled water, animal crackers, stuff like that. And on the way home, I got my car washed at the Shell station. It was a laser wash. Ohhhhh, nifty. So, my car is feeling better about itself today.

So, this morning I realized something. I don't really have anybody that I know will always be there for me, always want to hang out with me, that I don't have to worry about anything concerning them...Maybe it's a negative thing to think, but I don't care. I'm thinking it. It seems like 99% of the people around me have someone like that. Maybe it's a girlfriend, maybe it's a best friend, or just a group of friends that are always there for you, and call you every weekend and ask you to hang out with them. I really wish I had something like that. And it wouldn't be so bad, but I used to think that I had those things, but I was fooling myself. I used to think I had a girl that would always be there for me, and just being me was enough. I thought that even if I messed up, it would be okay, because I mess up sometimes. But, that fell apart. And things just turned out like I never thought they would. And I used to think that I had a best friend, but I was just fooling myself there too. It kind of has to be mutual to count, right? Ok, so the term "best friend" is kind of stupid, I'll agree. But I mean it in a way to shorten what best friend means in my head, which is basically what I said at the beginning of this paragraph. I just hope that it won't always be like this. It's not like I'm unhappy, because I'm really not. I mean, I have God in my life, and that brings hope and joy to every part of my life. But sometimes this part just gets me down. But the only reason I have any hope is because of God. And I trust in His plan for me concerning now, and the future. But I think about it a lot, and I think it's safe to say that the worst feeling in the world is loneliness.

I gotta go study. I hope the way I ended this blog post didn't seem depressing or any of the many things it could be taken as...I just wanted to express how I felt is all. That's what this blog is for, right?