i prefer pens to pencils

First off, I probably shouldn't be writing this blog right now. A far better use of my time would have been to ascend the symbolic ladder to my bed that simultaneously leads to the land of sleep.

Sadly, at around 3pm, I was under the impression that I would need a bit off a kick to make it through the day.

So I bought myself an Amp, downed it, and proceeded to complete my day without falling asleep.

I climb into bed, and my brain fills itself with anything it can to keep itself interested. Unable to sleep, I figured I'd scribe some of these thoughts.

Dear girls: a lot of you are kind of stupid. I say that in the nicest way possible.... Sorta. Specific thing I'm talking about right now: When a guy gives you a compliment, and you deny its truthiness.

If you are female and reading this, listen up (or do the reading equivalent?): If a guy can look you in the eye and say something along the lines of "you are pretty" just take the damn compliment. Fishing for more by denying it won't help your case at all. Far more often than not, we are telling the truth. I'm not saying blindly believe whatever a male human says, but if we genuinely compliment you, don't shoot it down.

Next up, political stuff.

I'm not gonna get messy with anything, but I am gonna plead that on facebook, under the "political views" thing, that people stop writing "NObama." Why? Well first off, you kind of look like a child. Second off, you really aren't answering the question. In fact you are doing kind of the opposite. You are writing exactly what you're political views aren't. (That's right, I italicized for emphasis. ) Unless you wan't to say I'm NObama because you hate socialism or Nazi's or logic or something, in which case the resemblance of a child is again raised.

The only thing that annoys me more than NObama is when people simply put "Obama!" I really don't believe that our president is really in a political category of his very own. Doing this simply makes you look uninformed.


So I probably just insulted a bunch of people. It's a good thing that I'm pretty sure nothing I said was false and can back it up for the most part.



In other news, my hair is stupidly long again. The story here is that I've had the same lady cut my hair for almost 3 years, and I don't really wanna change that. Sadly, she did not agree to move to Pullman simply for the sake of keeping my hair uncavemanlike.



Moving on, I don't think I've ever used a legitamate copy of Windows on my computer. This summer I upgraded to Windows 7, which I acquired from my good friend The Pirate Bay. Sadly, those jerks at at Microsoft caught on to people using their product without paying for it, and tend to attempt to disable the software if they catch on.

I'm guessing somehting along those terms happened recently, because all of the sudden Windows won't update, my Anti Virus won't function, and my computer childly says "No." if I try to access the internet.

Not wanting to deal with the possibility of removing or a virus or editing my registry to fix the issue, I wiped the partition of my hard drive containing the operating system and took advantage of WSU's free software program. Several hours later I'm back to pretty much normal, but let me tell you, Wednesday was annoying as hell.

Aight. Tired again.

cant tell me nothin

Today started like pretty much every other Tuesday in the history of the world, dumb and annoying.

For those of you who are currently uneducated concerning my preferences of the day of the week, Imma get this out of the way: I effing hate Tuesdays.

Mondays are no biggie, I only have two classes, and I usually get the homework done or at least started on Sunday night because I'm dweeb like that.

But Tuesday, no. I have class from 10:35-4:05 with about one and half hours worth of break in there. The day crawls by, and its rather exhausting.

If you have class from like 8-5, stfu, I'm in a whiney mood.

This Tuesday wasn't quite good enough to be an exception, but it did how two things that made it suck slightly less:

1. On my way from breakfast to English, I saw a guy who was at least in his 30's walking around in a kilt. At first I'm like okay whatevs different culture blah blah. Then I realize he is wearing a Thundercats T-shirt. For some reason I was reminded of Gareth.

2. Sitting in the lobby waiting for my music class (last class of the day/least favorite class period) someone busts out of the classroom and announces that class is canceled.*

So that was pretty cool I guess. I went back to my dorm and didn't really do anything productive instead of being in class, and that was pretty nice.

*Since when has canceled been spelled with one L? I swear its supposed to be cancelled. ajslk;flksjdfenglishmajor?

Aside from that today was pretty uneventful.



So my eating and sleep schedules have pretty much been destroyed.

I generally sleep from around 4 to 9 in the mornings, then in between classes or something.

For the most part I've cut caffeine out of my diet (probably just because I'm out of mountain dew and forgot to buy some on my last wal mart run) and I can sort of admit its a lot easier to actually sleep when I get into bed, as opposed to laying awake for hours contemplating my ceiling.

Speaking of that, I took a nap today.

Nonono, I tried to take a nap.

After laying in my bed for around 30 minutes, I finally drifted off. What felt like seconds later, it sounded like my door was being raped by someones fist. What the door rapist didn't realize was they the door wasn't actually closed, and promptly smashed open and collided with the wall adjacent to it.

After this pleasantry, a bunch of RA's yell "HAY IS ANYONE IN HERE?"

Laying as still as possible hoping not to be noticed, one of them walks in and feels it necessary to again yell and inquiry as to whether or not the room was inhabited.

I must have mumbled something or twitched, as the one who entered quickly said (yelled) "Oh, sorry. Do you have any spare change to donate to a good cause?" and held up a duffel bag partially filled with change.

I have accumulated a few dollars in coins over the past few weeks, and most of the time I would be happy to toss it away without thinking. I still did so in my daze, but I would have much rather forcefully inserted it somewhere aside from the duffel bag.

And uh.... That was my Tuesday.

7 classes till the weekend.

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kinda thirsty

This is roughly the fourth time this month I've started a blog. Strangely enough, nothing has been posted by in exactly 30 days.

I'm not quite sure why that is, there hasn't been a lack of interesting things to write about, though I still have plenty of free time to write.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that one of the first things I do when I make new friends (in real life) is to add them to my friends list (on facebook). Reading some of my previous posts, I think to myself that if some awkward red faced blonde kid that I barely know requested me on facebook, and one of the first things of his that I see is some oddly titled blog with extremely questionable content, I might just do everything in my power to distance myself from said blondie.

So what brings the sudden ability to actually go through with a post? probably the fact that people here are comfortable with me to the point that they won't consider me an absolute weirdo for scribing many of my thoughts onto the internet, or that I've become comfortable enough with them to not really give a fuck if they think I'm weird.

Either way I've kinda missed bloggin.



There's been some cool stuff going on here so far.

Last weekend for example, me and a couple of manly men from 4th North (the 4th floor of Stephenson North) made the 40 minute trip to the Snake river to jump off some cliffs for a bit.




Pictured is Cody, mid jump, roughly 30 feet from the water.

I kinda wanna go back when the temperature is closer to freezing, but I have a feeling that people dumb enough to do so with me will be harder to come by in Pullman than they were in Richland. Maybe I'll have to get my stupidity out during Thanksgiving or winter break by jumping into the Columbia or something, because at least I know that I have a companion (or 6) dumb enough to do so with me.

Speaking of dumb, wanna hear a fun fact?

I've been in Pullman for aboot a month and a half, and I can still say I've never been drunk.

Whether that makes me a douche or awesome is pretty much up to you.

That's not to say that I don't love walking down Greek Row on a Friday or Saturday night with a couple of friends, more often than not being accosted by an underage male who has had about twelve too many.

Oddly enough, I've managed to do alright in my classes so far. My first major exams were in psychology, music, and math. I somehow managed an 84, 89, and 111.5 respectively.

Rex and I have been getting along fine, and our room is by far the cleanest on our floor, which is probably kind of a shocker to anyone who has seen my room at home.

So, except for the fact that I just realized my laundry was done over an hour ago, I think I have things under control for the most part.

I think.

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