Well, it's late and I can't sleep. If you notice a sudden change in my typing it is because my pinky has healed now, and I am able to press and hold shift better. Anywho, it has been a while, and I guess that the 3 people who read this blog need to see something new. I haven't written anything because it is hard for me to remember funny stories and that seems to be what writing a blog is all about. Luckily I live with someone who experiences most of my funny stories with me, and is kind enough to remind me of what I can write.

So there I was, bored in a mall. I had seen many times those ads for Sleep Number beds. So I decided to check them out while I was there. My room mate Travis went to the shoe store while I was looking. When I was wrapping things up he came into the store. the polite sales man asked if we were together and I said yes. He kinda gave us one of those funny looks, and then went back to his desk. Then it clicked, and I said we are together, but not like that. I mean, we are friends, and we hang out....... WE AREN'T SHARING THE BED IF THATS WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW OK? At that point everyone in the whole sleep number store had dropped what they were doing and laughing out loud at us. it was a pretty embarrassing moment. We quickly left, and lets just say that I don't think I am gonna be buying a sleep number any time soon.

Other than that all is well in the little shell of a life that I have. I can't think of much else to say, so I will call it a night, and consult my blog shrink for next times edition. Same blog time, same blog channel. Adios.

Useless Talents and Mantras

Hmm, where to start? i was thinking that if i took the time to make a blog i should make at least some faint efforts in updating it from time to time. i haven't really made any astounding discoveries, or uncanny observations, but i did discover a talent i have. its not necessarily a valuable talent, but it is a talent none the less. it is the ability to get people in trouble for doing things that they haven't really done. IE. when i was younger i would sit on one end of the couch and tell my sister to stop hitting me. the entire time she was in her bedroom. but low and behold, as my mom could only hear my screams, and not see the atrocities from which i was suffering, my sister was promptly punished. I'm not sure if it is a talent i should disclose, or even brag about. i also must confess that i have never used this talent for the evil purposes that you suppose it could be used for. only as harmless jokes to get my siblings sent to their rooms, or as i did tonight, to get my roommate into trouble with his fiance. that too is a funny story, but i wont tell it because it is still too fresh to risk opening those wounds again. the half-way mark came and went last week. i only had to fail one midterm to realize how hopeless getting a respectable GPA is. maybe in my next life i will be a smart kid. but for now i have to stick to the mantra of C's and D's get degrees. i suppose that if i would actually apply myself and not worry about sleeping then i would do much better. but i think that this particular blog has become lengthy and boring. tune in for the next time i am feeling poetic.