I'm sitting at an info station in UK's student center and a band is playing in the theater directly behind me. The lead singer is doing an impressive job of being half a note flatter than is historically regarded as aesthetically pleasing.
Then I wrote a HUGE blog in which I discussed the merits of the Qdoba burrito vs. the failures of the Chipotle burrito. That was when I saw the most frustrating message known to man expressing that Microsoft Internet Explorer MUST close because of an inavoidable error! Oh dear! I thought, "Fear not for the autosave function will have saved my tireless work!" Alas, autosave is a lie and now you are left with this. Chipotle, count your blessings...
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Don't know why this blog happened.
I don't sleep at night. Currently, I'm listening to Moby (a little weird Pandora, but I appreciate the diversity) and wondering why Microsoft Word doesn't have an autosave option like Blogger.com does. Productive.
I don't really give valid updates about my life in the vlog, so I'm considering writing a bit more consistently in the blog (The Killers- much better Pandora). I miss the days when I wrote just to write and maybe a journal is just what I need right now. Either that or heroin. For now, I'll just go with the needleless option (wuss).
So updates? Emily probably won't end up in any more videos. We broke up a few weeks ago (again for those of you who didn't know about the soap opera schedule of our relationship). There are no hard feelings and we'll always care deeply for each other, but circumstances just aren't allowing us to be together. I believe that's all I'm going to say about that (whatever Forrest Gump).
I still work two jobs and go to school. It sounds really depressing but in all honesty, I love this city and I get along with most aspects (Ohhh Keane! Pandora, you are so smart) of both jobs. It does however make for boring blog posts.
Do you remember where you were six years ago (Holy shifty subject change, Batman!)? I was meeting my best friend. My dad had just switched jobs, taking me, an arrogant big fish, into an uncomfortable and foreign pond. I used to be pretty good at baseball. I was never a great batter (not a cake reference), but I had a vaccuum for a glove and coaches loved that I would lay out for any ball, regardless of the likelihood that I would be successful in the end. (Sure Pandora, I love Death Cab for Cutie, but I've heard this song about a *insert fictitious number* times) So, in this alien world where I knew no one and had nothing to do, I decided to stick to what I was good at and tried out for the high school baseball team. At tryouts, I recognized a couple of guys that I started over from my club baseball team but for some reason, they chose not to acknowledge my presence and opted to warm up with their older brothers that were already on the team. I looked around (again, awkward and uncomfortable) hoping that either A. Somebody would warm up with me or B. An asteroid would hit the gymnasium, causing instant death to both me and this situation. I can't describe the relief I felt when a kid tapped me on the shoulder from behind and asked if I had a partner. Eagerly, I spun around and replied (borderline screamed) no, and tried my best to act cool as I asked if he wanted to throw back and forth while we waited for the coach to show. Needless to say, this knight in shining armor (wait, does that make me a damsel in this scenario?) was Tyler Long, a genuinely (never heard of these guys Pandora; not terrible, but I know you can do better) fantastic guy who eventually became my closest friend and college roommate.
Then neither one of us made the team. I love happy endings.
I don't really give valid updates about my life in the vlog, so I'm considering writing a bit more consistently in the blog (The Killers- much better Pandora). I miss the days when I wrote just to write and maybe a journal is just what I need right now. Either that or heroin. For now, I'll just go with the needleless option (wuss).
So updates? Emily probably won't end up in any more videos. We broke up a few weeks ago (again for those of you who didn't know about the soap opera schedule of our relationship). There are no hard feelings and we'll always care deeply for each other, but circumstances just aren't allowing us to be together. I believe that's all I'm going to say about that (whatever Forrest Gump).
I still work two jobs and go to school. It sounds really depressing but in all honesty, I love this city and I get along with most aspects (Ohhh Keane! Pandora, you are so smart) of both jobs. It does however make for boring blog posts.
Do you remember where you were six years ago (Holy shifty subject change, Batman!)? I was meeting my best friend. My dad had just switched jobs, taking me, an arrogant big fish, into an uncomfortable and foreign pond. I used to be pretty good at baseball. I was never a great batter (not a cake reference), but I had a vaccuum for a glove and coaches loved that I would lay out for any ball, regardless of the likelihood that I would be successful in the end. (Sure Pandora, I love Death Cab for Cutie, but I've heard this song about a *insert fictitious number* times) So, in this alien world where I knew no one and had nothing to do, I decided to stick to what I was good at and tried out for the high school baseball team. At tryouts, I recognized a couple of guys that I started over from my club baseball team but for some reason, they chose not to acknowledge my presence and opted to warm up with their older brothers that were already on the team. I looked around (again, awkward and uncomfortable) hoping that either A. Somebody would warm up with me or B. An asteroid would hit the gymnasium, causing instant death to both me and this situation. I can't describe the relief I felt when a kid tapped me on the shoulder from behind and asked if I had a partner. Eagerly, I spun around and replied (borderline screamed) no, and tried my best to act cool as I asked if he wanted to throw back and forth while we waited for the coach to show. Needless to say, this knight in shining armor (wait, does that make me a damsel in this scenario?) was Tyler Long, a genuinely (never heard of these guys Pandora; not terrible, but I know you can do better) fantastic guy who eventually became my closest friend and college roommate.
Then neither one of us made the team. I love happy endings.
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