Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Learn-o-pedia
While searching for leads on some old acquaintances, I came across the wikipedia article about my high school. In addition to some sort of semi-professional wrestler (Not the kind who may go to the Olympics one day, the kind who get hit with fake chairs, and have feuds and shit) my class gave rise to a player on the Indianapolis Colts. I knew this kid in first grade, maybe second. In high school he went on to be a pretty good football player, and his dad was a famous bears player. I guess it makes sense that he would go on to be a pro football player, what with his amazing pedigree, but it was surprising to see nonetheless. The only thing I remember about him was that he was at my house one time, and I was really upset that my favorite cup (a sweet ass sippy cup) accidentally got melted in the dishwasher, and he made me feel better. I think he made me feel better by insinuating that the dishwasher was an idiot. Tearfully, I agreed.
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Monday, August 07, 2006
alive and stupid
Night is an unusually frightening time of day for me, as far as times of day go. Maybe It would be better if I had low light vision. Maybe not. I think the real problem is an overactive imagination. Things become louder at night, especially when I am alone in my bed. Little creaks - little noises. I bet people who get killed at night brush off noises like that, and then they feel really stupid while they are being killed. But I feel stupid every time I hear a squeak and go to the front door to make sure that when I got up 20 minutes ago to check and make sure if the door was locked, that I locked the door. Stupid either way, but at least I'm alive, you sorry murdered bastards.