Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile
Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time
And when the son meets the dad
It'll be pretty bad for the pain
But you'll always be the same
You will always be the same
You will always be the same
- "You Will Always Be The Same" (Ryan Adams)
God, for the life of me...I know I had something I wanted to discuss in this post. I know I did. If I didn't, I wouldn't have opened the "Create New Post" page...I'm not really a "Random Thoughts" Blogger. Not totally my style. Frick...I know I've got something. You know what? Let me go down to dinner first, and I'll get something good. I promise. Here...Just read this untill I'm back:
*Leaves*
Suspect offers police kids club card as ID
The transition to adulthood isn't easy, even for suspected criminals.
Omaha police officers were called to the Bag 'N Save grocery store at 76th and Dodge Streets Friday to investigate a man suspected of shoplifting.
The 19-year-old told police who he was, but soon confessed that he gave a false name.
When the officers asked him for identification, he handed over a Burger King Kids Club Card, a promotional card for children ages 4 to 12 that gives free meals on birthdays.
That wasn't good enough. The man was taken to Central Police Headquarters to be identified through records.
Police learned later that the man's driver's license had been suspended in November. He was arrested on suspicion of giving false information.
*Comes back to PC*
Eh...The selection down at the Eastway Cafe was lacking. If your curious, I decided to go with the Turkey Quesidilla...Eh, wasn't too bad. Could have been better, I kinda missed the chicken ones.
Oh, that's right I remembered what I had to talk about. I've been assigned to cover the Greco-Roman Wrestling team next semester for the Stater. Yea! I'm so excited that you can see the tears of anger streaming down my face...You know, because it's not like I covered the gymnastics team already and made connections with the Sports Information Director who is assigned to the team AND the coaching staff already. No, it's cool, stick me with the wrestling team. I'm sure I won't want to kill myself within 10 minutes of covering my first story...
Itte kimasu,
Colin
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
The steps that I retrace
A sad look on your face
The timing and structure
Did you hear he fucked her?
A day late
A buck short
I'm writing the report
I'm losing and failing
When I move, I'm flailing now
- "Dammit" (Blink 182)
I'd like to start off by thanking "Ms. Pink Sweater" who sat infront of me today during my Microeconomics test. If it weren't for you, I'd have had to actually try to answer #1-42 on my test by myself...Much love.
*Pours out some liquor on sidewalk*
Moving on...Today is just one notch above completely putrid, weather-wise. You know the day sucks when you look out through your window, survey the situation, and decide it's not in your best intrests to shower because the rain will take care of things for you. So, now I kinda smell, but I did get an extra 20 minutes of sleep out of the deal, so rock on.
I'm a big fan of Fark.com. I don't know if you guys have ever been there, but what they do is put up a daily collection of news stories that are kind of weird or important for some geeky, nerdy, reason. This...This one is special. It's possibly the strangest reason I've ever heard for someone to get arrested.
A Virginia man who admitted Monday to coating his motel room with the contents of 14 jars of petroleum jelly in May will have to pay $3,886 for damages to the motel.
Robert F. Chamberlain, 45, of McLean, was sentenced by Broome County Judge Patrick H. Mathews Monday to three years of probation. Chamberlain pleaded guilty Monday to a misdemeanor charge of criminal mischief. He'll serve his probation in Virginia, the judge said.
Chamberlain, dressed in a blue button-down shirt and navy blue dress pants, declined comment after his sentencing.
Chamberlain was charged May 10 after he coated every object in a Motel 6 room in the Town of Chenango with petroleum jelly, Broome County sheriff's deputies said.
He didn't have much of the goo -- typically used as diaper rash ointment or as a balm for chapped lips -- in his possession when he was booked in at the county jail, a correction officer said.
"He looked normal," booking officer Anthony Rando said. "He didn't look slippery," Rando said, but he carried the smell of petroleum jelly with him into the jail.
Rando said Chamberlain also was quiet and cooperative during his stint at the jail.
Mathews didn't ask Chamberlain on Monday why he coated his room with petroleum jelly, and Chamberlain didn't offer any explanation. Chamberlain will have to pay $3,886 in restitution, the judge said.
Chamberlain was taken into custody by sheriff's deputies at the Econo Lodge on Upper Front Street in the Town of Chenango, where he was registered.
Chamberlain was initially charged with felony-level criminal mischief. The charge was reduced as part of his guilty plea.
That is "Rock Star Crazy" right there...Kudos to you, Mr. Chamberlain.
Gehen durch mich,
Colin
A sad look on your face
The timing and structure
Did you hear he fucked her?
A day late
A buck short
I'm writing the report
I'm losing and failing
When I move, I'm flailing now
- "Dammit" (Blink 182)
I'd like to start off by thanking "Ms. Pink Sweater" who sat infront of me today during my Microeconomics test. If it weren't for you, I'd have had to actually try to answer #1-42 on my test by myself...Much love.
*Pours out some liquor on sidewalk*
Moving on...Today is just one notch above completely putrid, weather-wise. You know the day sucks when you look out through your window, survey the situation, and decide it's not in your best intrests to shower because the rain will take care of things for you. So, now I kinda smell, but I did get an extra 20 minutes of sleep out of the deal, so rock on.
I'm a big fan of Fark.com. I don't know if you guys have ever been there, but what they do is put up a daily collection of news stories that are kind of weird or important for some geeky, nerdy, reason. This...This one is special. It's possibly the strangest reason I've ever heard for someone to get arrested.
A Virginia man who admitted Monday to coating his motel room with the contents of 14 jars of petroleum jelly in May will have to pay $3,886 for damages to the motel.
Robert F. Chamberlain, 45, of McLean, was sentenced by Broome County Judge Patrick H. Mathews Monday to three years of probation. Chamberlain pleaded guilty Monday to a misdemeanor charge of criminal mischief. He'll serve his probation in Virginia, the judge said.
Chamberlain, dressed in a blue button-down shirt and navy blue dress pants, declined comment after his sentencing.
Chamberlain was charged May 10 after he coated every object in a Motel 6 room in the Town of Chenango with petroleum jelly, Broome County sheriff's deputies said.
He didn't have much of the goo -- typically used as diaper rash ointment or as a balm for chapped lips -- in his possession when he was booked in at the county jail, a correction officer said.
"He looked normal," booking officer Anthony Rando said. "He didn't look slippery," Rando said, but he carried the smell of petroleum jelly with him into the jail.
Rando said Chamberlain also was quiet and cooperative during his stint at the jail.
Mathews didn't ask Chamberlain on Monday why he coated his room with petroleum jelly, and Chamberlain didn't offer any explanation. Chamberlain will have to pay $3,886 in restitution, the judge said.
Chamberlain was taken into custody by sheriff's deputies at the Econo Lodge on Upper Front Street in the Town of Chenango, where he was registered.
Chamberlain was initially charged with felony-level criminal mischief. The charge was reduced as part of his guilty plea.
That is "Rock Star Crazy" right there...Kudos to you, Mr. Chamberlain.
Gehen durch mich,
Colin
Monday, December 06, 2004
I want to tell you something
That I should've, long ago
I wish that you and I had those kids
Maybe bought us that home
I wish that we were stumbling fast
Down on Irving and 14th Street
I wish that we were still in your room
In your bed and you were holding me
- "Somehow, Someday" (Ryan Adams)
So, it's happened again. It's 3:06 a.m. and I'm updating the blog. This raises a few questions, I think...
1) Why am I updating the blog so late recently?
2) Why am I up at 3:06 anyway?
3) Why am I updating my Blog so often? This isn't like me...I'm a "Sporatic Updater" by nature.
4) Kelly Clarkson...Eh? I say "Yeah, sure. Why not."
It occured to me today sometime between writing an article on the women's gymnastics meet (http://stater.kent.edu/website/2004/1206/gymnastics.php, by the way) and trying to figure out whether I wanted re-heated stuffed beef ravioli that Eastway was selling or the other half of that Turkey Sub I got from Quiznos on Friday that I needed to lose my facial hair. I wish, for the life of me, I could figure out why I started thinking about it...But there it was. So I went forth to my room a shaved that sucker off. It took about 10 minutes, all-told, because that sucker was thicker than I thought it actually was.
So, now my face feels naked...And it turns out that I had two zits hiding under that facial hair that I wish I hadn't known about. Now, I'm obcessing over those stupid things. My life...A never-ending cycle of paranoid fears and delusions. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Por siempre solo,
Colin
That I should've, long ago
I wish that you and I had those kids
Maybe bought us that home
I wish that we were stumbling fast
Down on Irving and 14th Street
I wish that we were still in your room
In your bed and you were holding me
- "Somehow, Someday" (Ryan Adams)
So, it's happened again. It's 3:06 a.m. and I'm updating the blog. This raises a few questions, I think...
1) Why am I updating the blog so late recently?
2) Why am I up at 3:06 anyway?
3) Why am I updating my Blog so often? This isn't like me...I'm a "Sporatic Updater" by nature.
4) Kelly Clarkson...Eh? I say "Yeah, sure. Why not."
It occured to me today sometime between writing an article on the women's gymnastics meet (http://stater.kent.edu/website/2004/1206/gymnastics.php, by the way) and trying to figure out whether I wanted re-heated stuffed beef ravioli that Eastway was selling or the other half of that Turkey Sub I got from Quiznos on Friday that I needed to lose my facial hair. I wish, for the life of me, I could figure out why I started thinking about it...But there it was. So I went forth to my room a shaved that sucker off. It took about 10 minutes, all-told, because that sucker was thicker than I thought it actually was.
So, now my face feels naked...And it turns out that I had two zits hiding under that facial hair that I wish I hadn't known about. Now, I'm obcessing over those stupid things. My life...A never-ending cycle of paranoid fears and delusions. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Por siempre solo,
Colin
Sunday, December 05, 2004
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun...
- "Light and Day" (Polyphonic Spree)
In what is starting to become a trend, I'm writing this blog late at night. It's about 2:30 as I'm typing this up and I'm just sitting in my room. I've done a lot of that today because Kent has been awfully empty. With the exception of the mile I ran earlier (and nearly died from, I'd like to ad) and my trip to the mall...I've been holding down the fort. Sad, I know, but this is who I've become recently. I just, to be honest, have no interest in going out anymore. At last count, I turned down three seperate offers to go out tonight once the populous began to come back to the home base.
So, I've talked about it before, but I'm starting to dig this whole "Closed down" philosophy I've developed in the last week or so. The key? One-word answers. When someone wants to have a conversation with you, just answer every question with "Yes", "No", "Hah", "Okay", or "Yeah". People eventually get the hint that you don't want to talk to them, and you'll be left alone. Seriously...Try it. In my opinion, you're not being ignorant. If you were being an ass, you'd ignore them. This way, you answer their questions, but it's made clear to that person that you don't care about this conversation. For me personally, if I start giving long answers, I'll get into a conversation and then the false hopes start coming. If I just stick to one-word answers, they'll end the conversation FOR me. Always good.
I guess I've just decided that I'm okay with my little world right now. The people I am familiar with, my school, my paper job, that's all I need. For a long time, I've tried being outgoing and I've had this burning desire to find someone, and it's really amazing that it took me THIS long to realize that wanting another person is an insane thing to think. You don't need anyone in this life but yourself, really. Sure, friends are nice, but in the end...You're really on your own. I don't need anyone to make me happy because I'm the one I have to deal with. I suppose I could be classified as a bachelor or a single-guy, but that implies I'm looking for someone still. I'm not. I don't want anyone anymore because the headache is just too much to deal with. I'm starting to realize that what my friend's dad said to me years ago was true: Girls are evil, irrational beings who want nothing more than to sap all happiness out of your soul and getting married was the worst decision he ever made in his life.
...What can I say? The man was right.
Do svidanja,
Colin
One more you're done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun...
- "Light and Day" (Polyphonic Spree)
In what is starting to become a trend, I'm writing this blog late at night. It's about 2:30 as I'm typing this up and I'm just sitting in my room. I've done a lot of that today because Kent has been awfully empty. With the exception of the mile I ran earlier (and nearly died from, I'd like to ad) and my trip to the mall...I've been holding down the fort. Sad, I know, but this is who I've become recently. I just, to be honest, have no interest in going out anymore. At last count, I turned down three seperate offers to go out tonight once the populous began to come back to the home base.
So, I've talked about it before, but I'm starting to dig this whole "Closed down" philosophy I've developed in the last week or so. The key? One-word answers. When someone wants to have a conversation with you, just answer every question with "Yes", "No", "Hah", "Okay", or "Yeah". People eventually get the hint that you don't want to talk to them, and you'll be left alone. Seriously...Try it. In my opinion, you're not being ignorant. If you were being an ass, you'd ignore them. This way, you answer their questions, but it's made clear to that person that you don't care about this conversation. For me personally, if I start giving long answers, I'll get into a conversation and then the false hopes start coming. If I just stick to one-word answers, they'll end the conversation FOR me. Always good.
I guess I've just decided that I'm okay with my little world right now. The people I am familiar with, my school, my paper job, that's all I need. For a long time, I've tried being outgoing and I've had this burning desire to find someone, and it's really amazing that it took me THIS long to realize that wanting another person is an insane thing to think. You don't need anyone in this life but yourself, really. Sure, friends are nice, but in the end...You're really on your own. I don't need anyone to make me happy because I'm the one I have to deal with. I suppose I could be classified as a bachelor or a single-guy, but that implies I'm looking for someone still. I'm not. I don't want anyone anymore because the headache is just too much to deal with. I'm starting to realize that what my friend's dad said to me years ago was true: Girls are evil, irrational beings who want nothing more than to sap all happiness out of your soul and getting married was the worst decision he ever made in his life.
...What can I say? The man was right.
Do svidanja,
Colin
Thursday, December 02, 2004
I remember shots
Without a chaser
Absent minds thoughts
Now you're a stranger
Cover up the scars
Put on your game face
Left you in a bar
To try and save face...
- "Man Overboard" (Blink 182)
So, it's now 3:07 in the monring, and I've spent the better part of the last four hours in my boxers going back and forth between playing my Guitar and writing an article on the Womens' Gymnastics team for the school paper. It's really pathetic...Have you ever seen Bring It On? It's kind of like that scene where Kirsten Dunst walks in on Eliza Dusku's brother "Rocking out" except I suck, I'm nowhere near as good looking of a guy as Jesse Bradford, and people as attractive as Kirsten Dunst are usually shacking it up with some Frat Guy at a place like Kent.
I like to learn some new things every day I'm alive. I think that if you aren't evolving as a person, you'll be left behind. So with that in mind, here is what I've learned today...
1) Blink 182 songs are harder to play than one might think on an acoustic if you're left-handed. In fact, everything is harder to play if you're left-handed. I blame this on my Grandmother. She's the only other person in my family who is left-handed, so I think that's reasonable to place the blame on her.
2) I can't remember why I like Blink 182, but I do. I love them. Pat, I know you're reading this...Sorry. I love Blink 182. I expect a comment or two from you on this matter.
3) Female Gymnists have really strong legs. Seriously. I could never date one because I'm fairly confident that I wouldn't be able to date a girl who could crack things between her thighs. That's just intimidating.
4) No matter how hard I try to fight it, I'm hopelessly addicted to Baked Ruffles. They're reasonably healthy, they're salty, and to quote that adorable little animated baby Ruffles used to use in their add..."They have ridges."
5) Neil Flyn is in Mean Girls. I saw it in the theatre, but I don't remember him being in it. How did I miss that?
6) On the topic...I will marry Lacey Chabert someday. I know she's three years older than me, and I hated "Lost In Space", but that's irrelivant...She's beautiful, funny, and is a brunette. Dream girl, indeed.
...Oh, and Ty Willingham got fired from Notre Dame. Welcome to South Bend, Urban Meyer. Now go out and win my boys a National Title, eh?
Dovizhdane,
Colin
Without a chaser
Absent minds thoughts
Now you're a stranger
Cover up the scars
Put on your game face
Left you in a bar
To try and save face...
- "Man Overboard" (Blink 182)
So, it's now 3:07 in the monring, and I've spent the better part of the last four hours in my boxers going back and forth between playing my Guitar and writing an article on the Womens' Gymnastics team for the school paper. It's really pathetic...Have you ever seen Bring It On? It's kind of like that scene where Kirsten Dunst walks in on Eliza Dusku's brother "Rocking out" except I suck, I'm nowhere near as good looking of a guy as Jesse Bradford, and people as attractive as Kirsten Dunst are usually shacking it up with some Frat Guy at a place like Kent.
I like to learn some new things every day I'm alive. I think that if you aren't evolving as a person, you'll be left behind. So with that in mind, here is what I've learned today...
1) Blink 182 songs are harder to play than one might think on an acoustic if you're left-handed. In fact, everything is harder to play if you're left-handed. I blame this on my Grandmother. She's the only other person in my family who is left-handed, so I think that's reasonable to place the blame on her.
2) I can't remember why I like Blink 182, but I do. I love them. Pat, I know you're reading this...Sorry. I love Blink 182. I expect a comment or two from you on this matter.
3) Female Gymnists have really strong legs. Seriously. I could never date one because I'm fairly confident that I wouldn't be able to date a girl who could crack things between her thighs. That's just intimidating.
4) No matter how hard I try to fight it, I'm hopelessly addicted to Baked Ruffles. They're reasonably healthy, they're salty, and to quote that adorable little animated baby Ruffles used to use in their add..."They have ridges."
5) Neil Flyn is in Mean Girls. I saw it in the theatre, but I don't remember him being in it. How did I miss that?
6) On the topic...I will marry Lacey Chabert someday. I know she's three years older than me, and I hated "Lost In Space", but that's irrelivant...She's beautiful, funny, and is a brunette. Dream girl, indeed.
...Oh, and Ty Willingham got fired from Notre Dame. Welcome to South Bend, Urban Meyer. Now go out and win my boys a National Title, eh?
Dovizhdane,
Colin
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear
I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
- "Vindicated" (Dashboard Confessional)
I apologize for yesterday's entry. I'm so frustrated with school and my writing job that I just exploded for a second and you guys were allowed to view it, which I didn't intend to happen.
So, I've come to the decision that I'm through with relationships. I'm done looking for people, I'm done talking to people. I'm staying to myself because in the end...I'm the only person I can trust anymore. If you ever hear me talk about anyone or anything related to that on this blog...Please blast me with comments that are mean enough to draw a tear. They're not worth my time. I've got enough frustrations in my life already...I don't need another personal failure to compound it. I'm taking myself out of the running. I don't have much to offer anyone, but what little I do have obviously isn't getting it done, so I'm through with people. You can't trust anyone anymore...I've learned that in the last year or so. When push comes to shove, when it all hits the fan, when the time comes to make the decision...No one will be there for you. You'll be alone. You don't know what people really think of you untill you need them. The sooner you realize that, the easier life will become.
I don't think I want this major anymore, I really don't. I've finally found the one thing I'm good at, academically, and every second I'm around it...It pisses me off. I guess I've just become a very bitter person in the last 6 or 7 months, I don't know. I've wanted to write my whole life, and now that I'm getting close to my goal, I don't think I want it anymore. I don't know what I want out of my life anymore. It's funny, my whole life I've been the kid who "had it together". I've been the kid the teachers loved because I was mild-mannered, helped the other kids, and seemed to know exactly what I wanted for my future. Now, I've been here two years and everything I held sacred is turning out to be the things I don't want. The only thing I REALLY can be sure I know is that I don't know...
Tot ziens,
Colin
I am wrong
I am right
I swear
I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
- "Vindicated" (Dashboard Confessional)
I apologize for yesterday's entry. I'm so frustrated with school and my writing job that I just exploded for a second and you guys were allowed to view it, which I didn't intend to happen.
So, I've come to the decision that I'm through with relationships. I'm done looking for people, I'm done talking to people. I'm staying to myself because in the end...I'm the only person I can trust anymore. If you ever hear me talk about anyone or anything related to that on this blog...Please blast me with comments that are mean enough to draw a tear. They're not worth my time. I've got enough frustrations in my life already...I don't need another personal failure to compound it. I'm taking myself out of the running. I don't have much to offer anyone, but what little I do have obviously isn't getting it done, so I'm through with people. You can't trust anyone anymore...I've learned that in the last year or so. When push comes to shove, when it all hits the fan, when the time comes to make the decision...No one will be there for you. You'll be alone. You don't know what people really think of you untill you need them. The sooner you realize that, the easier life will become.
I don't think I want this major anymore, I really don't. I've finally found the one thing I'm good at, academically, and every second I'm around it...It pisses me off. I guess I've just become a very bitter person in the last 6 or 7 months, I don't know. I've wanted to write my whole life, and now that I'm getting close to my goal, I don't think I want it anymore. I don't know what I want out of my life anymore. It's funny, my whole life I've been the kid who "had it together". I've been the kid the teachers loved because I was mild-mannered, helped the other kids, and seemed to know exactly what I wanted for my future. Now, I've been here two years and everything I held sacred is turning out to be the things I don't want. The only thing I REALLY can be sure I know is that I don't know...
Tot ziens,
Colin
Monday, November 29, 2004
They don't know you anyway
They don't know you and they don't watch you walk away
Just a nobody girl
With a radar to the scene
When the emptiness finds you
You find all the numbers you need
Say you follow your heart
Well, honey you're just being lost
Say you follow your gut
Well, how much would it cost?
- "Nobody Girl" (Ryan Adams)
Teenage girls are a funny breed, they really are. Nowhere in their rediculously fuster-clucked brains do they approach anything considering a coherant thought. I'm so...God...Damn...Tired...Of getting burned by them. If one of you people is reading this, please...Give me a sign. I am so sick of trying to figure out what is in your heads. Why do you people across the board like giving decent guys like me (That's not me tooting my own horn. That's me being honest. I'm just not an asshole...It's the truth.) such a rough fucking time?
This has to be done. This has to be said. I don't think I can keep doing this shit, I may as well stay in my damn dorm room untill one of you fucking people grows a damn brain and some maturity and realzies that ASSHOLE GUYS WILL NOT CHANGE, THEY WILL NOT BE THERE FOR YOU, THEY WILL NOT MAKE YOUR LIVES BETTER, THEY WILL ONLY CAUSE YOU PAIN! JESUS CHRIST, THEY WILL ONLY FUCK WITH YOUR DAMN WORLD AND YOU'LL BE LEFT A BROKEN MESS WHO'S JOB IT IS FOR GUYS LIKE ME TO TRY TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER. IF YOU HAD GONE WITH THE NICE GUY IN THE FIRST PLACE, NONE OF THIS SHIT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! I CANNOT DEAL WITH MORE OF THIS HEADACHE. IT'S BEEN SIX DAMN YEARS NOW, AND I HAVE NOT MET ONE FUCKING NORMAL GIRL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! YOU SAY YOU'RE SO MUCH MORE MATURE THAN GUYS? FUCKING PROVE IT!
...FUCK.
...I feel better...No I don't, I'm lying. I feel like dejected, but I had to get that out anyway.
Wog maho,
Colin
They don't know you and they don't watch you walk away
Just a nobody girl
With a radar to the scene
When the emptiness finds you
You find all the numbers you need
Say you follow your heart
Well, honey you're just being lost
Say you follow your gut
Well, how much would it cost?
- "Nobody Girl" (Ryan Adams)
Teenage girls are a funny breed, they really are. Nowhere in their rediculously fuster-clucked brains do they approach anything considering a coherant thought. I'm so...God...Damn...Tired...Of getting burned by them. If one of you people is reading this, please...Give me a sign. I am so sick of trying to figure out what is in your heads. Why do you people across the board like giving decent guys like me (That's not me tooting my own horn. That's me being honest. I'm just not an asshole...It's the truth.) such a rough fucking time?
This has to be done. This has to be said. I don't think I can keep doing this shit, I may as well stay in my damn dorm room untill one of you fucking people grows a damn brain and some maturity and realzies that ASSHOLE GUYS WILL NOT CHANGE, THEY WILL NOT BE THERE FOR YOU, THEY WILL NOT MAKE YOUR LIVES BETTER, THEY WILL ONLY CAUSE YOU PAIN! JESUS CHRIST, THEY WILL ONLY FUCK WITH YOUR DAMN WORLD AND YOU'LL BE LEFT A BROKEN MESS WHO'S JOB IT IS FOR GUYS LIKE ME TO TRY TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER. IF YOU HAD GONE WITH THE NICE GUY IN THE FIRST PLACE, NONE OF THIS SHIT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! I CANNOT DEAL WITH MORE OF THIS HEADACHE. IT'S BEEN SIX DAMN YEARS NOW, AND I HAVE NOT MET ONE FUCKING NORMAL GIRL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! YOU SAY YOU'RE SO MUCH MORE MATURE THAN GUYS? FUCKING PROVE IT!
...FUCK.
...I feel better...No I don't, I'm lying. I feel like dejected, but I had to get that out anyway.
Wog maho,
Colin
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Turk: What's up with these rocks!?
J.D.: HAH! You've been graveled!
Turk: "Graveled"??
J.D.: Yeah, it's a game I made up this morning when I had rocks in my shoes.
Turk: [thinks] I like it.
J.D.: Better than Play-Doh Pants?
Turk: Play-Doh Pants became all about the money.
J.D.: Wise!
- Scrubs
Things I did since my last post:
- I got my first article in the school paper published.
- I spray-painted my hair blonde, but it ended up being green.
- I met a kid who looked like Captain Jack Sparrow.
- I got really drunk on Halloween.
- I lost my voice during the Notre Dame/Tennessee football game.
- I bought a black spiked "punk" belt.
- I learned how to play the opening to "Enter Sandman" on my acoustic.
- I helped someone I really like with relationship advice not concerning me.
- I watched Mortal Kombat: The Movie for the 26th time.
- I got a B on a test for a class I hadn't attended in 12 weeks.
- I bought a sweet-looking Fender Guitar shirt with a firebird on the chest.
- I got a lot of compromising pictures of me on Halloween developed.
- I bought a pair of Aviator Glasses (Finally!)
- I got assigned an article I have no interest in doing.
- I was told by my professor that his daughter needs a new boyfriend.
- I became obcessed with Ryan Adams (No, not Brian. Ryan doesn't suck.)
- I dropped my cell phone onto cement on 7 different occasions.
- I bought a gigantic plastic jug of crappy Vodka out of boredom.
- I stared at a wall for two hours. A new personal record.
- I discovered that I sick my thumb when I sleep.
- I got a new AOL Screen Name (ColinKSU!)
- I went into Abercrombie & Fitch for the first time.
- I left Abercrombie & Fitch feeling like a loser for the first time.
- I tried to make "The Colin" my new official nick name.
- I failed miserably.
- I watched "Garden State" three times in one day.
- I still couldn't figure out how Bruce Springstein is so beloved.
- I had an El Ranchero Wrap yesterday, and I can still taste it's awesomeness.
- I smoked my first Cuban Cigar. It was heavenly.
- I passed my final math class of my life with a B. Good enough.
- I got to see John Kerry fail in his bid for the Presidency.
- I played a lot of NCAA 2005 Football. A lot.
- I discovered that "alot" is actually spelled "a lot".
- I found out that Chocolate Whey Protein tastes a lot better than Vanilla.
- I kept letting my hair grow out. Won't stop 'till Mulletville!
- I was reminded why Justin Timberlake is my hero.
- I forgot what happened to the front-left hubcap on my car. It's missing.
- I watched Scrubs for the first time in two weeks tonight.
- I was amazed at how hot Julianna Margulies is with straight hair.
- I bowed at the altar of Zack Braff once again. The Hit List grows again.
- I opened my closet and realized everything in it came from Old Navy.
- I discovered how badly Knuckle Pushups hurt when you do them on carpet.
- I made a new buddy who writes for the Stater too. Friends are always good.
- I lost my Groucho Marx glasses, found them again, then lost them again.
- I downed an entire bottle of Chloroseptic.
- I somehow became even whiter in the skin department.
- I discovered I can't grow hair on one side of my face yet.
- I found out that a four-blade razor is bad news for sensitive skin.
- I re-discovered my love of Cinnamon Oatmeal.
- I saw pictures of me doing stuff on Halloween that I don't remember doing.
- I updated my Blog...Finally.
Ziech lue,
Colin
J.D.: HAH! You've been graveled!
Turk: "Graveled"??
J.D.: Yeah, it's a game I made up this morning when I had rocks in my shoes.
Turk: [thinks] I like it.
J.D.: Better than Play-Doh Pants?
Turk: Play-Doh Pants became all about the money.
J.D.: Wise!
- Scrubs
Things I did since my last post:
- I got my first article in the school paper published.
- I spray-painted my hair blonde, but it ended up being green.
- I met a kid who looked like Captain Jack Sparrow.
- I got really drunk on Halloween.
- I lost my voice during the Notre Dame/Tennessee football game.
- I bought a black spiked "punk" belt.
- I learned how to play the opening to "Enter Sandman" on my acoustic.
- I helped someone I really like with relationship advice not concerning me.
- I watched Mortal Kombat: The Movie for the 26th time.
- I got a B on a test for a class I hadn't attended in 12 weeks.
- I bought a sweet-looking Fender Guitar shirt with a firebird on the chest.
- I got a lot of compromising pictures of me on Halloween developed.
- I bought a pair of Aviator Glasses (Finally!)
- I got assigned an article I have no interest in doing.
- I was told by my professor that his daughter needs a new boyfriend.
- I became obcessed with Ryan Adams (No, not Brian. Ryan doesn't suck.)
- I dropped my cell phone onto cement on 7 different occasions.
- I bought a gigantic plastic jug of crappy Vodka out of boredom.
- I stared at a wall for two hours. A new personal record.
- I discovered that I sick my thumb when I sleep.
- I got a new AOL Screen Name (ColinKSU!)
- I went into Abercrombie & Fitch for the first time.
- I left Abercrombie & Fitch feeling like a loser for the first time.
- I tried to make "The Colin" my new official nick name.
- I failed miserably.
- I watched "Garden State" three times in one day.
- I still couldn't figure out how Bruce Springstein is so beloved.
- I had an El Ranchero Wrap yesterday, and I can still taste it's awesomeness.
- I smoked my first Cuban Cigar. It was heavenly.
- I passed my final math class of my life with a B. Good enough.
- I got to see John Kerry fail in his bid for the Presidency.
- I played a lot of NCAA 2005 Football. A lot.
- I discovered that "alot" is actually spelled "a lot".
- I found out that Chocolate Whey Protein tastes a lot better than Vanilla.
- I kept letting my hair grow out. Won't stop 'till Mulletville!
- I was reminded why Justin Timberlake is my hero.
- I forgot what happened to the front-left hubcap on my car. It's missing.
- I watched Scrubs for the first time in two weeks tonight.
- I was amazed at how hot Julianna Margulies is with straight hair.
- I bowed at the altar of Zack Braff once again. The Hit List grows again.
- I opened my closet and realized everything in it came from Old Navy.
- I discovered how badly Knuckle Pushups hurt when you do them on carpet.
- I made a new buddy who writes for the Stater too. Friends are always good.
- I lost my Groucho Marx glasses, found them again, then lost them again.
- I downed an entire bottle of Chloroseptic.
- I somehow became even whiter in the skin department.
- I discovered I can't grow hair on one side of my face yet.
- I found out that a four-blade razor is bad news for sensitive skin.
- I re-discovered my love of Cinnamon Oatmeal.
- I saw pictures of me doing stuff on Halloween that I don't remember doing.
- I updated my Blog...Finally.
Ziech lue,
Colin
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Up in my lonely room
When I'm dreaming of you
Oh what can I do
I still need you, but
I don't want you now
- "Dreaming Of You" (The Coral)
Eh...I don't want this post to be a pitty post, I really don't. But it's really starting to look like that's what it'll be, so if you don't want to read it...Scroll down to my "I hate John Kerry" post and enjoy (or bash) that one and skip this.
You know what...Screw it. I don't know what I want to put here. I'm feeling like shit right now, and my mental state is a bit of a wreck from tonight. I just want to be attractive in someone's eyes. That's all I feel like writing.
Good night,
Colin
When I'm dreaming of you
Oh what can I do
I still need you, but
I don't want you now
- "Dreaming Of You" (The Coral)
Eh...I don't want this post to be a pitty post, I really don't. But it's really starting to look like that's what it'll be, so if you don't want to read it...Scroll down to my "I hate John Kerry" post and enjoy (or bash) that one and skip this.
You know what...Screw it. I don't know what I want to put here. I'm feeling like shit right now, and my mental state is a bit of a wreck from tonight. I just want to be attractive in someone's eyes. That's all I feel like writing.
Good night,
Colin
Friday, October 22, 2004
Freedom isn't free
No, there's a hefty fuckin' fee
And if you don't throw in your buck o'five
...Who will?
- "Freedom Isn't Free" (D.V.D.A.)
Why are college campuses so obcessed over getting John Kerry into office?I walk around this school every day and all I see are Kerry posters and Kerry propaganda surrounding me. This is something I just can't understand...Why are a bunch of college students who spend more time worrying about hooking up with random sloots and drinking their asses off worried about who's in office? Why John Kerry? Is it because he's not George W. Bush? What makes Kerry such an amazing canidate for office? While we're on the topic...Why are they so anti-Bush? Is it because ass-clowns like Michael Moore infected their brains with their half-truths and whole lies? Want to know what I think the two reasons people my age will usually give?
1) He's going to bring the draft back.
2) He's a stupid head.
Now, #2 is such a pointlessly stupid argument that it doesn't even deserve my attention, so I'll go with #1.
The Draft. The forced enrollment of millions of hundreds of thousands of US citizens age 18-25 in the United States Armed Forces. Something the Democrats have used as a tool to turn people away from George W. Bush and his re-election campaign and towards Democratic canidate John Kerry, who is promising that there will never be a draft under his regime.
Want to know something interesting? There has been two bills proposed to Congress dealing with a draft in recent memory. Who proposed those bills? Sen. Ernest Hollings of South Carolina and Rep. Charles Rangel of New York. What do they have in common?
...They're both Democrats.
There is a canidate for election who has made mandatory governmental service *Cough*Draft*Cough* a primary objective to be completed by the first 100 days of his term of office and his name isn't Bush.
From a cache of John Kerry's official website, this was an offical campaign promise that was put away for safe keeping once the Democrats decided to use the threat of a draft to attack George W. Bush:
http://www.mcgath.com/kerryslavery.html
(Oh, and in case you're curious...We had the whole "Free College for 2 years in the military" thing back in 60s, and that didn't stop Kerry and like-mided people from whining and complaining about it.)
Sooo...What do you call someone who preaches that the Bush administration has a secret plan in the works to bring the draft back, but at the same time, wants to secretly implement mandatory government service?
Look at it this way...This is John Kerry. We should be used to him lying and hiding things to appeal to popular opinion by now. That's how he's gotten this far, isn't it?
So fellow college students? Next time you wave that John Kerry banner proudly and spit on everything George W. Bush...Think about what you're trying to elect into office.
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, here's a picture of Kerry in the NORTH Vietnam (That's the communist one we fought in the Vietnam War, if you're wondering) Communist War Remnants Museum, which honors foreigners who contributed to their "victory" over America in the Vietnam War:
...And we want him as our president, why? Oh that's right, because his name isn't George W. Bush. Pathetic reasoning, isn't it?
You know, what's interesting about this election is that I really have no respect for either canidate. I don't like John Kerry because he'll quite literally say ANYTHING he has to to get into office, and I don't and never have approved of the way George Bush has handled the war and relations with our foreign partners, so you know what I'm going to do?
...Not vote for a Presidential canidate.
What people fail to realize is that voting for a canidate just to vote is a terrible waste of our right to vote. Just because you CAN do something doesn't mean you SHOULD. I can buy a shotgun at Wal-Mart right now and kill someone with it as I leave the store. Should I do that? No. Should I vote for Kerry or Bush just because I have the right to vote, even through I don't think either canidate deserves my vote? No.
Im my opinion, it's better to vote on local issues that will effect on a more immediate level. It's not a shame to pass on voting for the presidential election because you either are not informed enough on the topic or don't approve of the canidates running. What IS a shame, however, is going out and voting because you have been told that you HAVE to. You're not helping the country out by voting out of obligation and not free-will. THAT is a waste of a vote, my friends.
Oh, and P. Diddy? "Vote or Die" can suck it right here, pal...
Lòi chào xin cào biêt,
Colin
No, there's a hefty fuckin' fee
And if you don't throw in your buck o'five
...Who will?
- "Freedom Isn't Free" (D.V.D.A.)
Why are college campuses so obcessed over getting John Kerry into office?I walk around this school every day and all I see are Kerry posters and Kerry propaganda surrounding me. This is something I just can't understand...Why are a bunch of college students who spend more time worrying about hooking up with random sloots and drinking their asses off worried about who's in office? Why John Kerry? Is it because he's not George W. Bush? What makes Kerry such an amazing canidate for office? While we're on the topic...Why are they so anti-Bush? Is it because ass-clowns like Michael Moore infected their brains with their half-truths and whole lies? Want to know what I think the two reasons people my age will usually give?
1) He's going to bring the draft back.
2) He's a stupid head.
Now, #2 is such a pointlessly stupid argument that it doesn't even deserve my attention, so I'll go with #1.
The Draft. The forced enrollment of millions of hundreds of thousands of US citizens age 18-25 in the United States Armed Forces. Something the Democrats have used as a tool to turn people away from George W. Bush and his re-election campaign and towards Democratic canidate John Kerry, who is promising that there will never be a draft under his regime.
Want to know something interesting? There has been two bills proposed to Congress dealing with a draft in recent memory. Who proposed those bills? Sen. Ernest Hollings of South Carolina and Rep. Charles Rangel of New York. What do they have in common?
...They're both Democrats.
There is a canidate for election who has made mandatory governmental service *Cough*Draft*Cough* a primary objective to be completed by the first 100 days of his term of office and his name isn't Bush.
From a cache of John Kerry's official website, this was an offical campaign promise that was put away for safe keeping once the Democrats decided to use the threat of a draft to attack George W. Bush:
http://www.mcgath.com/kerryslavery.html
(Oh, and in case you're curious...We had the whole "Free College for 2 years in the military" thing back in 60s, and that didn't stop Kerry and like-mided people from whining and complaining about it.)
Sooo...What do you call someone who preaches that the Bush administration has a secret plan in the works to bring the draft back, but at the same time, wants to secretly implement mandatory government service?
Look at it this way...This is John Kerry. We should be used to him lying and hiding things to appeal to popular opinion by now. That's how he's gotten this far, isn't it?
So fellow college students? Next time you wave that John Kerry banner proudly and spit on everything George W. Bush...Think about what you're trying to elect into office.
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, here's a picture of Kerry in the NORTH Vietnam (That's the communist one we fought in the Vietnam War, if you're wondering) Communist War Remnants Museum, which honors foreigners who contributed to their "victory" over America in the Vietnam War:
...And we want him as our president, why? Oh that's right, because his name isn't George W. Bush. Pathetic reasoning, isn't it?
You know, what's interesting about this election is that I really have no respect for either canidate. I don't like John Kerry because he'll quite literally say ANYTHING he has to to get into office, and I don't and never have approved of the way George Bush has handled the war and relations with our foreign partners, so you know what I'm going to do?
...Not vote for a Presidential canidate.
What people fail to realize is that voting for a canidate just to vote is a terrible waste of our right to vote. Just because you CAN do something doesn't mean you SHOULD. I can buy a shotgun at Wal-Mart right now and kill someone with it as I leave the store. Should I do that? No. Should I vote for Kerry or Bush just because I have the right to vote, even through I don't think either canidate deserves my vote? No.
Im my opinion, it's better to vote on local issues that will effect on a more immediate level. It's not a shame to pass on voting for the presidential election because you either are not informed enough on the topic or don't approve of the canidates running. What IS a shame, however, is going out and voting because you have been told that you HAVE to. You're not helping the country out by voting out of obligation and not free-will. THAT is a waste of a vote, my friends.
Oh, and P. Diddy? "Vote or Die" can suck it right here, pal...
Lòi chào xin cào biêt,
Colin
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life
Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life
I'm gonna be lonely for the rest of my life
Unless you come around
So come around
- "Come Around" (Rhett Miller)
Have you ever gotten to a point in your life where...You just shut it off? Where you get so frustrated with things that some sense of nirvana sweeps over you and you just shut it off? You open your eyes in bed one day, look around, grasp an idea of your surrounding and situation, and just say...Alright. Maybe this'll all work out.
I don't know if it's the right way to go about things, but I've started to just take a step out of my body and look around at my surrounds, and you know what I find myself doing more often than not?
Laughing.
I don't know why, though. I really don't. I just find myself laughing. I don't know, maybe for once...I'm starting to think it's not me. Maybe for once, I'm starting to throw it off and give into the possibility that someone else made the mistake for once, you know?
Things that have blown up in my face...Maybe it wasn't all my fault. I think I might finally be realizing that all people are messed up. I'm not on an island. That perfect person? They're not perfect. They just hide it better than I guess I do. You know, my Kindergarten teacher did say that I was an exceptionaly sensitive person...I think she said that because of the time I stood up for my best friend Tyler when the class bully Jamie was giving him a hard time and she punched me in the nose for my troubles. Yes...I said she. She said I was sentive, not a great fighter, and besides...That girl was big boned and missed out on nap time because she was forced to sit in the corner. There was nothing I could do. She was like a bull who saw red.
You know, maybe if I go out there and just stay true to myself...Be myself for once...It'll work out. I know I'm crazy, you know I'm crazy, but maybe that's cool. Maybe that's what I have to be to get by in this life...Myself...Crazy...
...Maybe that's it. Maybe that's the ticket.
Budte zdorovi,
Colin
Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life
I'm gonna be lonely for the rest of my life
Unless you come around
So come around
- "Come Around" (Rhett Miller)
Have you ever gotten to a point in your life where...You just shut it off? Where you get so frustrated with things that some sense of nirvana sweeps over you and you just shut it off? You open your eyes in bed one day, look around, grasp an idea of your surrounding and situation, and just say...Alright. Maybe this'll all work out.
I don't know if it's the right way to go about things, but I've started to just take a step out of my body and look around at my surrounds, and you know what I find myself doing more often than not?
Laughing.
I don't know why, though. I really don't. I just find myself laughing. I don't know, maybe for once...I'm starting to think it's not me. Maybe for once, I'm starting to throw it off and give into the possibility that someone else made the mistake for once, you know?
Things that have blown up in my face...Maybe it wasn't all my fault. I think I might finally be realizing that all people are messed up. I'm not on an island. That perfect person? They're not perfect. They just hide it better than I guess I do. You know, my Kindergarten teacher did say that I was an exceptionaly sensitive person...I think she said that because of the time I stood up for my best friend Tyler when the class bully Jamie was giving him a hard time and she punched me in the nose for my troubles. Yes...I said she. She said I was sentive, not a great fighter, and besides...That girl was big boned and missed out on nap time because she was forced to sit in the corner. There was nothing I could do. She was like a bull who saw red.
You know, maybe if I go out there and just stay true to myself...Be myself for once...It'll work out. I know I'm crazy, you know I'm crazy, but maybe that's cool. Maybe that's what I have to be to get by in this life...Myself...Crazy...
...Maybe that's it. Maybe that's the ticket.
Budte zdorovi,
Colin
Sunday, October 10, 2004
So take me,
Don't leave me
Take me,
Don't leave me
Baby, love will come through
It's just waiting for you
- "Love Will Come Through" (Travis)
Alright, I really need to make this known right off the bat. For months, I've been building this blog with the reasoning that if I show off the more light-hearted side of me, then some kind of pre-determined response would come to fruition and I'd be suddenly a happy person with everything I've wanted in my life...
...That didn't happen.
I've spent a lot of time pouring myself into this blog and it's really left me with more questions than answers. I wanted to do this to find something out about myself, and I don't think I've done that yet. I've been doing this blog for almost a year now, and I'm still the same confused boy I was when I started it. I'm still riddled with the same insecurities and the same doubts that I was when I started, so what good has this served? I don't honestly know, to be honest. So, where does this leave me in this point of my life?
I've changed myself a lot since the day I started this blog. Some good, some bad. You know what it is, it's kind of odd. I think as I've changed my physical appearence more, I've become less of what I want to be mentally. I'm starting to really dislike myself more and more as I get in better shape. Does that even make sense? I've lost a lot of weight since I started this blog...I'm down to 135lbs. as of last night. I've gotten in the best shape I've been in in...I don't even know. Possibly ever. I've done all of this to impress someone in particular, I suppose. I hoped that if I changed my one percieved glaring flaw, things would change. It didn't work. It never worked. I was fighting an up-hill battle from day one, and I just never realized it...I never wanted to realize it...What has happened since this year started has made me realize just how little of a chance I ever had in this situation. That's left me incredibly bitter. I've really never felt like this before in my life, and I don't know how to fix it.
Will this blog change? I think it really will. I'm through trying to impress people with this thing...I'm going to let it all out here from now on. If you don't like that...If you miss the humorous Colin...If you miss the stupid jokes and songs...Read my old posts. That's not who I am. If that's what you thought I was, I'm sorry for leading you on. I'm not one joke after another...You're probably not going to find someone who's more different on the inside than what they are on the outside than me. I've probably got enough insecurities to kill a Bull Elephant and because of that, I fully plan on using this thing as a way to get my deepest thoughts and frustrations out before they eat me alive.
I guess...I guess all I really wanted was to just be accepted by someone, I suppose. I'm so tired of it, I really am. I'm tired of living my life in a "blah" state. I'm tired of being the bridesmaid and never the bride, so to speak. They say that things happen when you least expect it, but when I'm 95 years old a bitter old man...Then what? Will love come through then? Will everyone who told me that have lived their lives with someone they love? Probably so. Will I? Probably not. I've got to learn to accept that...
Ha det bra,
Colin
Don't leave me
Take me,
Don't leave me
Baby, love will come through
It's just waiting for you
- "Love Will Come Through" (Travis)
Alright, I really need to make this known right off the bat. For months, I've been building this blog with the reasoning that if I show off the more light-hearted side of me, then some kind of pre-determined response would come to fruition and I'd be suddenly a happy person with everything I've wanted in my life...
...That didn't happen.
I've spent a lot of time pouring myself into this blog and it's really left me with more questions than answers. I wanted to do this to find something out about myself, and I don't think I've done that yet. I've been doing this blog for almost a year now, and I'm still the same confused boy I was when I started it. I'm still riddled with the same insecurities and the same doubts that I was when I started, so what good has this served? I don't honestly know, to be honest. So, where does this leave me in this point of my life?
I've changed myself a lot since the day I started this blog. Some good, some bad. You know what it is, it's kind of odd. I think as I've changed my physical appearence more, I've become less of what I want to be mentally. I'm starting to really dislike myself more and more as I get in better shape. Does that even make sense? I've lost a lot of weight since I started this blog...I'm down to 135lbs. as of last night. I've gotten in the best shape I've been in in...I don't even know. Possibly ever. I've done all of this to impress someone in particular, I suppose. I hoped that if I changed my one percieved glaring flaw, things would change. It didn't work. It never worked. I was fighting an up-hill battle from day one, and I just never realized it...I never wanted to realize it...What has happened since this year started has made me realize just how little of a chance I ever had in this situation. That's left me incredibly bitter. I've really never felt like this before in my life, and I don't know how to fix it.
Will this blog change? I think it really will. I'm through trying to impress people with this thing...I'm going to let it all out here from now on. If you don't like that...If you miss the humorous Colin...If you miss the stupid jokes and songs...Read my old posts. That's not who I am. If that's what you thought I was, I'm sorry for leading you on. I'm not one joke after another...You're probably not going to find someone who's more different on the inside than what they are on the outside than me. I've probably got enough insecurities to kill a Bull Elephant and because of that, I fully plan on using this thing as a way to get my deepest thoughts and frustrations out before they eat me alive.
I guess...I guess all I really wanted was to just be accepted by someone, I suppose. I'm so tired of it, I really am. I'm tired of living my life in a "blah" state. I'm tired of being the bridesmaid and never the bride, so to speak. They say that things happen when you least expect it, but when I'm 95 years old a bitter old man...Then what? Will love come through then? Will everyone who told me that have lived their lives with someone they love? Probably so. Will I? Probably not. I've got to learn to accept that...
Ha det bra,
Colin
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
"I'm lying in bed, just like Brian Wilson did..."
- "Brian Wilson" (Barenaked Ladies)
I'd like to start this one out by welcoming the newest member of my family into the world...
Welcome, Liam Michael! As your proud Uncle, it's my job and responsibility to raise you in the way my Uncle raised me. That is, I have to teach you every dirty joke and limmerick that exists in the English language. It's a tradition in my family, and I'll be damned if I let it die with me. Say, have you heard about the man from Nantucket?
Anyway, about my life...Not much has changed. I went through my drawers yesterday to see what it is I even wear anymore, and I've come to the decision that I'm grossly low on T-Shirts anymore. For someone who is as lazy of a dresser as I, this is quite the distressing finding. Do I go to the store to buy some new ones? Do I track down the nearest Thrift Store, post-haste? Do I use the Internet to satisfy my clothing needs? What has Scott Baio done since Charles In Charge? Is Lenny Clark the only person on Earth to actually gain weight while addicted to Cocaine?
You know what I want made of me? I want a collage made of me on some random girl's website with a bunch of pictures of me flexing or without my shirt on or just looking delightfully charming and adorable. That's what I want. Why is it that whenever I look at some girl's blog or profile, I always seem to find some picture of her boyfriend looking all, like above stated, "delightfully charming and adorable?" How do I get me one of those? Heck, you know what, screw the picture...I'll even take some corny poem about how I'm her "#1 Stud"...Or should I say..."NuM3r0 Un0 StUddz0rz!"
Bai bai,
Colin
- "Brian Wilson" (Barenaked Ladies)
I'd like to start this one out by welcoming the newest member of my family into the world...
Welcome, Liam Michael! As your proud Uncle, it's my job and responsibility to raise you in the way my Uncle raised me. That is, I have to teach you every dirty joke and limmerick that exists in the English language. It's a tradition in my family, and I'll be damned if I let it die with me. Say, have you heard about the man from Nantucket?
Anyway, about my life...Not much has changed. I went through my drawers yesterday to see what it is I even wear anymore, and I've come to the decision that I'm grossly low on T-Shirts anymore. For someone who is as lazy of a dresser as I, this is quite the distressing finding. Do I go to the store to buy some new ones? Do I track down the nearest Thrift Store, post-haste? Do I use the Internet to satisfy my clothing needs? What has Scott Baio done since Charles In Charge? Is Lenny Clark the only person on Earth to actually gain weight while addicted to Cocaine?
You know what I want made of me? I want a collage made of me on some random girl's website with a bunch of pictures of me flexing or without my shirt on or just looking delightfully charming and adorable. That's what I want. Why is it that whenever I look at some girl's blog or profile, I always seem to find some picture of her boyfriend looking all, like above stated, "delightfully charming and adorable?" How do I get me one of those? Heck, you know what, screw the picture...I'll even take some corny poem about how I'm her "#1 Stud"...Or should I say..."NuM3r0 Un0 StUddz0rz!"
Bai bai,
Colin
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
When I sit and think of the days we shared And the nights you covered for me Every little thing that I ever did You would stand by me...
- "Cure My Tragedy" (Cold)
I've been sitting at this chair for the last two hours trying to think of something to write here, and I've got to be honest...For the most, part I'm drawing blanks. Except for one reaccuring thought that I haven't been able to kick.
Why does Gin taste like a Pine Tree?
I mean...Why do I even know what a Pine Tree tastes like? Wood isn't edible, it doesn't make sense that I would eat it, but when I drink a shot of Gin the first thing I think is..."Holy crap, this really tastes like a Pine Tree." Why is that? It just doesn't add up...It doesn't make sense.
Should I eat some Pine Needles just to...You know...See what's the deal?
What else do I have for you kids? I really don't want to leave you guys with such an intellectually-barren post like that. Wait...Huh? What's that? Uh oh...Oh no...Holy...It's coming...I can feel it...!!!!
IT'S SONG-TIME!!!
"It's a Long Way To Top If You Wanna Be a Flash" (Set to the tune of "A Long Way To The Top" by AC/DC)
Ridin' down Petrarca
Goin' to the dorm
Stopin' in at Rosies
Try to beat the late-night swarm
Hit the REC
Skip a class
Gettin' no sleep
Probably pass out
Gettin' drunk
Gettin' sick
I tell you people it's harder than it looks
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
You think Flashes are ignorant and crass
Try gettin' A's in John Barack's class
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
Football team is so bad
Make you wanna cry
Cribbs got busted for the hard sell
You know the reason why
Gettin' blitzed
Gettin' played
Bookstore ripped me off
Can't get laid
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I'll tell you people, It's harder than it looks 'cause
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
If you wanna be a Buckeye, by all means
You'd be a better fit with those queens
'Cause it's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
Well it's a long way
It's a long way, you should've told me
It's a long way, such a long way to be a Flash...
...Oh, it's good to be back.
Kwaherini,
Colin
- "Cure My Tragedy" (Cold)
I've been sitting at this chair for the last two hours trying to think of something to write here, and I've got to be honest...For the most, part I'm drawing blanks. Except for one reaccuring thought that I haven't been able to kick.
Why does Gin taste like a Pine Tree?
I mean...Why do I even know what a Pine Tree tastes like? Wood isn't edible, it doesn't make sense that I would eat it, but when I drink a shot of Gin the first thing I think is..."Holy crap, this really tastes like a Pine Tree." Why is that? It just doesn't add up...It doesn't make sense.
Should I eat some Pine Needles just to...You know...See what's the deal?
What else do I have for you kids? I really don't want to leave you guys with such an intellectually-barren post like that. Wait...Huh? What's that? Uh oh...Oh no...Holy...It's coming...I can feel it...!!!!
IT'S SONG-TIME!!!
"It's a Long Way To Top If You Wanna Be a Flash" (Set to the tune of "A Long Way To The Top" by AC/DC)
Ridin' down Petrarca
Goin' to the dorm
Stopin' in at Rosies
Try to beat the late-night swarm
Hit the REC
Skip a class
Gettin' no sleep
Probably pass out
Gettin' drunk
Gettin' sick
I tell you people it's harder than it looks
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
You think Flashes are ignorant and crass
Try gettin' A's in John Barack's class
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
Football team is so bad
Make you wanna cry
Cribbs got busted for the hard sell
You know the reason why
Gettin' blitzed
Gettin' played
Bookstore ripped me off
Can't get laid
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I'll tell you people, It's harder than it looks 'cause
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
If you wanna be a Buckeye, by all means
You'd be a better fit with those queens
'Cause it's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
It's a long way to the top if you wanna be a Flash
Well it's a long way
It's a long way, you should've told me
It's a long way, such a long way to be a Flash...
...Oh, it's good to be back.
Kwaherini,
Colin
Monday, August 16, 2004
Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me.
And then along comes Mary
Then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks , and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees...
- "Along Comes Mary" (The Bloodhound Gang)
Hey guys, it's been awhile. I apologize for the delay in posting anything new, but I was really lacking for anything to talk about for awhile there. Long story made short...I'm back at Kent. All is well with for the world for the next couple of days untill I freak out over something I caused for myself.
You know the routine...Why am I always sitting in my room watching TV? Is there more to the college life than classes, terrible food, a bi-weekly bout with exhaustion, mid-day naps, and extended NCAA 2005 binges? Why aren't I out partying or something? Why aren't I putting myself out there more to meet new people? I've been here a YEAR and I can count the amount of people I'm comfortable being with that I didn't know before I got here on one hand. Well, it's PROBABLY because I'm too lazy and comfortable with my little lot in life to go out and try something different. But don't tell that to Colin...I think he might be listening. *Shhh....*
So here I stand on the verge of my second year in College. Am I wiser? Sure. Am I more mature? Well, I was never very immature to begin with...That's my problem. Am I more dedicated to improving my status in the world? That's where the questions come in. A wise man once said..."Never take life too seriously, because if you do...You'll never make it out alive." That man also went on to be in "The In-Laws" and then nail crazy-ass Alanis Morissette, Soooo...Maybe he was wrong?
Chì mi rithist thu,
Colin
Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me.
And then along comes Mary
Then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks , and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees...
- "Along Comes Mary" (The Bloodhound Gang)
Hey guys, it's been awhile. I apologize for the delay in posting anything new, but I was really lacking for anything to talk about for awhile there. Long story made short...I'm back at Kent. All is well with for the world for the next couple of days untill I freak out over something I caused for myself.
You know the routine...Why am I always sitting in my room watching TV? Is there more to the college life than classes, terrible food, a bi-weekly bout with exhaustion, mid-day naps, and extended NCAA 2005 binges? Why aren't I out partying or something? Why aren't I putting myself out there more to meet new people? I've been here a YEAR and I can count the amount of people I'm comfortable being with that I didn't know before I got here on one hand. Well, it's PROBABLY because I'm too lazy and comfortable with my little lot in life to go out and try something different. But don't tell that to Colin...I think he might be listening. *Shhh....*
So here I stand on the verge of my second year in College. Am I wiser? Sure. Am I more mature? Well, I was never very immature to begin with...That's my problem. Am I more dedicated to improving my status in the world? That's where the questions come in. A wise man once said..."Never take life too seriously, because if you do...You'll never make it out alive." That man also went on to be in "The In-Laws" and then nail crazy-ass Alanis Morissette, Soooo...Maybe he was wrong?
Chì mi rithist thu,
Colin
Friday, August 06, 2004
Sister Joan, age 54, ignores the desert sun,
The stranded church bus smoking, no sign of anyone.
Buzzards circle overhead, panic starts to set.
The kids are getting restless, her habit soaked with sweat.
The minutes become hours, she wobbles in the heat.
Then, a distant engine roars, approaching from the East.
She squints through horn-rimmed glasses, her pure heart skips a beat.
Snake McGinty's Harley Hog, parts the dusty heat.
Black leather-clad from head to toe, his eyelids barely open,
Sister Joan says, "Holy Ghost, please tell me that you're joking."
He parks his bike, stands six foot four, then gives her a nod.
Through leather pants his manhood shows, she rolls her eyes at God.
"Havin' trouble?", he barely mumbles. "Yes sir", she replies.
He pops the hood, takes off his shirt, she covers up her eyes.
"Kids", she says, "Back on the bus. Everyone be good."
Her fingers part, her eyes take in his reflection off the hood.
She grips her rosary tight with guilt and stares down at her socks.
Her mind protects her vows with God, but her body picks the lock.
He bends to check the fan belt, her nipples say, "Hello".
Her eyes climb up his leather chaps like a snail with vertigo.
She shuts her eyes and shakes her head, her legs start feeling funny.
"Lord", she says, "For work like this, I'm making shitty money."
He shuts the hood, "My name is Snake, I'm wanted in five states."
She said, "Snake you're my forbidden fruit, and I need a little taste."
The kids look on in disbelief. The kiss is slow, then faster.
Cheering rocks the school bus, till she says "Snake let's ditch these bastards.
As they left, the kids screamed "No", she turned around and waved.
Her next confession killed a priest and lasted seven days.
For years the scandal rocked the church, but she regained their trust.
She still teaches Sunday school, but she doesn't drive the bus.
- Paul Gimartin
That's it for this post. I just wanted to share this genius poem. Hasta.
Kapa ga nossa,
Colin
The stranded church bus smoking, no sign of anyone.
Buzzards circle overhead, panic starts to set.
The kids are getting restless, her habit soaked with sweat.
The minutes become hours, she wobbles in the heat.
Then, a distant engine roars, approaching from the East.
She squints through horn-rimmed glasses, her pure heart skips a beat.
Snake McGinty's Harley Hog, parts the dusty heat.
Black leather-clad from head to toe, his eyelids barely open,
Sister Joan says, "Holy Ghost, please tell me that you're joking."
He parks his bike, stands six foot four, then gives her a nod.
Through leather pants his manhood shows, she rolls her eyes at God.
"Havin' trouble?", he barely mumbles. "Yes sir", she replies.
He pops the hood, takes off his shirt, she covers up her eyes.
"Kids", she says, "Back on the bus. Everyone be good."
Her fingers part, her eyes take in his reflection off the hood.
She grips her rosary tight with guilt and stares down at her socks.
Her mind protects her vows with God, but her body picks the lock.
He bends to check the fan belt, her nipples say, "Hello".
Her eyes climb up his leather chaps like a snail with vertigo.
She shuts her eyes and shakes her head, her legs start feeling funny.
"Lord", she says, "For work like this, I'm making shitty money."
He shuts the hood, "My name is Snake, I'm wanted in five states."
She said, "Snake you're my forbidden fruit, and I need a little taste."
The kids look on in disbelief. The kiss is slow, then faster.
Cheering rocks the school bus, till she says "Snake let's ditch these bastards.
As they left, the kids screamed "No", she turned around and waved.
Her next confession killed a priest and lasted seven days.
For years the scandal rocked the church, but she regained their trust.
She still teaches Sunday school, but she doesn't drive the bus.
- Paul Gimartin
That's it for this post. I just wanted to share this genius poem. Hasta.
Kapa ga nossa,
Colin
Sunday, July 18, 2004
The things I need to say
Things maybe better left unsaid
This game we've played is at it's end
Please don't say those words I dread...
Hanging on the words you say
I'm praying for that final day
When I can look you in the eyes and know
That there is nothing left for me to show.
I can't keep up this charade
I can't keep faking this distant exterior
Like a blade, you've cut me far too deep
Like the scar that remains, you've become a part of me.
Our destiny is up to fate to plot
I've made my case, I've cast my lot
Show me a sign, let me know this isn't time mis-spent
Could you be the light to break my discontent?
Hanging on the words you say
I'm praying for that final day
When I can look you in the eyes and know
That there is nothing left for me to show.
Egogahan,
Colin
Things maybe better left unsaid
This game we've played is at it's end
Please don't say those words I dread...
Hanging on the words you say
I'm praying for that final day
When I can look you in the eyes and know
That there is nothing left for me to show.
I can't keep up this charade
I can't keep faking this distant exterior
Like a blade, you've cut me far too deep
Like the scar that remains, you've become a part of me.
Our destiny is up to fate to plot
I've made my case, I've cast my lot
Show me a sign, let me know this isn't time mis-spent
Could you be the light to break my discontent?
Hanging on the words you say
I'm praying for that final day
When I can look you in the eyes and know
That there is nothing left for me to show.
Egogahan,
Colin
Monday, June 21, 2004
There was a moment last night, when she was sandwiched between the two Finnish dwarves and the Maori tribesmen, where I thought, "Wow, I could really spend the rest of my life with this woman".
- Derek Zoolander
It's been a long two weeks. I haven't had a day off from work since June 10th, so I'm really cherishing this week ahead of me. See, my sole responsibility is to make sure the Mahoning Valley Scrappers stop their bitching and become a well-fed, well-oiled, Single-A Baseball killing machine. This week, the Scrappers begin a week-long road trip, so I'm free from the shackles of my horrible job. You know, before this week, I didn't know that there even WAS a 5:30 am...
At last count, I have roughly 71 more days in Youngstown before Kent State begins it's Fall Semester. I can't wait. They say that you never realize how much you miss something untill it's not there every day, and that couldn't be any more true in this case. I miss my classes, I miss my friends I made at Kent, I miss my life at Kent, I miss it all. I especially miss not having a job...Cutting yourself while slicing tomatoes sucks. Hard. I hope those damn Cafaro's like their turkey wraps, because I think I lost the use of my left Index Finger while trying to make them.
The only other thing I have to mention is my un-dying love for the show, Scrubs. My buddy, Mikey V. got me into watching it last year at Kent, and I'm so hopelessly addicted to it. It's, without a doubt in my mind, the best show on TV. The only thing better than the writing on this show is the taste in music the producers of this show seem to have. Every episode, there seems to be 2 or 3 songs they play in the background that I've never heard before. Scrubs has turned me onto singers like Shawn Mullins, Jeremy Kay, The Buzzcocks, Colin Hay, Lazlo Bane, Guided by Voices, Nil Lara, and John Cale. Check out Scrubs on Tuesdays at 9:30. You'll love it just as much as I do if you give it a shot, no doubt.
Oh, and before I run, I have one more thing to mention...Jillie, sorry about prank calling you around 6 times Wednesday morning. I had my phone in my pocket and I forgot to turn the Keylock on. So, just to re-affirm what I'm saying...No, I didn't INTEND on calling you to find out your oppinion on French Toast. That question was directed to someone else. My bad.
Kahur kosh,
Colin
- Derek Zoolander
It's been a long two weeks. I haven't had a day off from work since June 10th, so I'm really cherishing this week ahead of me. See, my sole responsibility is to make sure the Mahoning Valley Scrappers stop their bitching and become a well-fed, well-oiled, Single-A Baseball killing machine. This week, the Scrappers begin a week-long road trip, so I'm free from the shackles of my horrible job. You know, before this week, I didn't know that there even WAS a 5:30 am...
At last count, I have roughly 71 more days in Youngstown before Kent State begins it's Fall Semester. I can't wait. They say that you never realize how much you miss something untill it's not there every day, and that couldn't be any more true in this case. I miss my classes, I miss my friends I made at Kent, I miss my life at Kent, I miss it all. I especially miss not having a job...Cutting yourself while slicing tomatoes sucks. Hard. I hope those damn Cafaro's like their turkey wraps, because I think I lost the use of my left Index Finger while trying to make them.
The only other thing I have to mention is my un-dying love for the show, Scrubs. My buddy, Mikey V. got me into watching it last year at Kent, and I'm so hopelessly addicted to it. It's, without a doubt in my mind, the best show on TV. The only thing better than the writing on this show is the taste in music the producers of this show seem to have. Every episode, there seems to be 2 or 3 songs they play in the background that I've never heard before. Scrubs has turned me onto singers like Shawn Mullins, Jeremy Kay, The Buzzcocks, Colin Hay, Lazlo Bane, Guided by Voices, Nil Lara, and John Cale. Check out Scrubs on Tuesdays at 9:30. You'll love it just as much as I do if you give it a shot, no doubt.
Oh, and before I run, I have one more thing to mention...Jillie, sorry about prank calling you around 6 times Wednesday morning. I had my phone in my pocket and I forgot to turn the Keylock on. So, just to re-affirm what I'm saying...No, I didn't INTEND on calling you to find out your oppinion on French Toast. That question was directed to someone else. My bad.
Kahur kosh,
Colin
Friday, June 04, 2004
God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen.
- Dewey Finn (School of Rock)
Hey, sorry for the long period between posts. I really have to be honest...I don't have alot to talk about here, I'm kind of running on empty. The only thing that has happened to me between May 17th and June 4th is that I got a terrible, terrible job. A job where uncomfortable shoes and bow-ties reign supreme.
Yes, you are now reading the incoherant ramblings of the newest caterer for Jeff Chrystal's Catering company. If you look hard enough, I'm sure you'll me driving a very ugly-looking white van with "Chrystal's Catering" smacked on the side of it all over the Mahoning Valley. Just, do me a favor, if you DO see me...Don't make fun of my bow-Tie and ruffly shirt. I am very sensitive about my bow-Tie and ruffly shirt.
How about this, though. I've been working three weeks, and I've already recieved a promotion. I don't know if that's a GOOD or a BAD thing. I mean, I guess I like that they have faith in me, but it also means that I can't leave the job now because they're putting alot of responsibility on me. This means I have to put my life's dream of working at Toys R Us on hold for another few months...Grrrr...
Basically, what they want me to do is be the guy who handles alot of the catering duties for the Mahoning Valley Scrappers baseball team (Single A affiliate for the Cleveland Indians.) Chrystal's caters for all the louges and also they cater for the team themselves during their clubhouse meals. They like to have one person consistantly handle the duties for the sake of familiarity, I suppose. So, I guess it means that I could get the chance to meet some future Major Leaguers (Victor Martinez and C.C. Sabathia are both former Scrappers), but it also means I probably have to see some things in a Clubhouse that no man is supposed to see...Which is bad. I'd imagine alot of towel whipping goes on in a Minor Leauge clubhouse.
Te veo más tarde,
Colin
- Dewey Finn (School of Rock)
Hey, sorry for the long period between posts. I really have to be honest...I don't have alot to talk about here, I'm kind of running on empty. The only thing that has happened to me between May 17th and June 4th is that I got a terrible, terrible job. A job where uncomfortable shoes and bow-ties reign supreme.
Yes, you are now reading the incoherant ramblings of the newest caterer for Jeff Chrystal's Catering company. If you look hard enough, I'm sure you'll me driving a very ugly-looking white van with "Chrystal's Catering" smacked on the side of it all over the Mahoning Valley. Just, do me a favor, if you DO see me...Don't make fun of my bow-Tie and ruffly shirt. I am very sensitive about my bow-Tie and ruffly shirt.
How about this, though. I've been working three weeks, and I've already recieved a promotion. I don't know if that's a GOOD or a BAD thing. I mean, I guess I like that they have faith in me, but it also means that I can't leave the job now because they're putting alot of responsibility on me. This means I have to put my life's dream of working at Toys R Us on hold for another few months...Grrrr...
Basically, what they want me to do is be the guy who handles alot of the catering duties for the Mahoning Valley Scrappers baseball team (Single A affiliate for the Cleveland Indians.) Chrystal's caters for all the louges and also they cater for the team themselves during their clubhouse meals. They like to have one person consistantly handle the duties for the sake of familiarity, I suppose. So, I guess it means that I could get the chance to meet some future Major Leaguers (Victor Martinez and C.C. Sabathia are both former Scrappers), but it also means I probably have to see some things in a Clubhouse that no man is supposed to see...Which is bad. I'd imagine alot of towel whipping goes on in a Minor Leauge clubhouse.
Te veo más tarde,
Colin
Monday, May 17, 2004
Just cause it's your dream doesn't make it right or noble or whatever! Charles Mason was following his dream! Joseph Stalin, Michael Bolton, you get the picture!
- Mr. Boggs (Ready to Rumble)
Sorry for not updating very much recently. I've finally started to pull myself out of the crappy mood Finaly Week put me in. Yeesh...That was really looking rough for awhile there. I got that feeling of being sodomized by my professor after three of my tests. I guess I shouldn't complain much, though, I mean I ended up with a 3.25 GPA for the Semester, so I guess that's fairly good. I think that's a "B" average? I'm not sure, to be honest. I'm so used to seeing a nice "2.0" on my GPA from my High School days, that I'll take anything I can get.
Today was a good day for Yours Truely. I FINALLY got back out on the Links for the first time in about 11 months. You know, Golf is an odd sport. It's like...As bad as you are at it, the more fun you have. And, oh man...I had alot of fun. I was competing with my Father in a group tournament, and as a team, I knocked us out of contention for any prizes after about the 3rd Hole. In Golf, there is "Bad", "REALLY Bad", and "Colin Harris". At least I got a tan out of the deal...Actually, it's not really a "Tan". It's more like my skin turned pink and started to itch really bad. You know, now that I think about it, I'm fairly sure I burned myself pretty badly. I need to start using Sun Tan lotion.
You'll have to forgive me, but I'm kind of running low on things to talk about because there really isn't much going on with my life recently. I start work in a few days, and I'm going to visit some of my friends, so I guess I can maybe blad on about that. I think I'll save those for another day, however. I need to stretch my few ideas out over the next few months before school starts back up.
Kwaheri,
Colin
- Mr. Boggs (Ready to Rumble)
Sorry for not updating very much recently. I've finally started to pull myself out of the crappy mood Finaly Week put me in. Yeesh...That was really looking rough for awhile there. I got that feeling of being sodomized by my professor after three of my tests. I guess I shouldn't complain much, though, I mean I ended up with a 3.25 GPA for the Semester, so I guess that's fairly good. I think that's a "B" average? I'm not sure, to be honest. I'm so used to seeing a nice "2.0" on my GPA from my High School days, that I'll take anything I can get.
Today was a good day for Yours Truely. I FINALLY got back out on the Links for the first time in about 11 months. You know, Golf is an odd sport. It's like...As bad as you are at it, the more fun you have. And, oh man...I had alot of fun. I was competing with my Father in a group tournament, and as a team, I knocked us out of contention for any prizes after about the 3rd Hole. In Golf, there is "Bad", "REALLY Bad", and "Colin Harris". At least I got a tan out of the deal...Actually, it's not really a "Tan". It's more like my skin turned pink and started to itch really bad. You know, now that I think about it, I'm fairly sure I burned myself pretty badly. I need to start using Sun Tan lotion.
You'll have to forgive me, but I'm kind of running low on things to talk about because there really isn't much going on with my life recently. I start work in a few days, and I'm going to visit some of my friends, so I guess I can maybe blad on about that. I think I'll save those for another day, however. I need to stretch my few ideas out over the next few months before school starts back up.
Kwaheri,
Colin
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Hello, hello,
Won't you come right in?
I'd give anything just to see you again.
Hello, hello
Won't you come right in,
Step into my world
where you know you're everything
Everything I need...
- "Hello" (Sugarbomb)
Finals Week is upon us. This is the week that seperates the mice from the...People that are not of the mice-family. Now, I've been able to figure out a schedule for the rest of the week that I plan on using as a general outline of how to carry myself this coming week:
Wake Up - 8:00 AM
Shower - 8:15 AM
Get Dressed - 8:30 AM
Eat - 8:40 AM
Finals - From 10:00-3:00 PM (Depending on day)
Study - 3:30-5:00 PM
Eat - 5:00-6:00 PM
Stare at wall - 6:10-11:00 PM
Cry myself to sleep - 11:30-Whenever it is I pass out...If I pass out.
I'm going to need some help this week, I really am. If this week is anything like last time, my brain stops recording anything at around 1:34 AM Monday morning and doesn't turn back on untill shortly after 3:41 PM on Friday afternoon. Yes...Those times are exact. My brain is an odd animal...I stopped questioning it a few years back.
Back to point, however, I'm going to need some help this coming week. So, if you could be so kind, if you see a kid wearing a Japanese symbol Kent State hat staggering around the student center, looking like he just got hit by a fast-moving Geo Metro (and hey, those suckers can go. I've got much love for the Geo Metro)...Point that kid in the direction of Bowman, because chances are he has a Final to take in the building...I'd really appreciate it.
Hwyl fawr,
Colin
(P.S. If you'll look below this line, you'll see that I have installed a "Talkback" feature to my Blog. If you have something to comment on about what I've written, feel free to click the link and speak your mind. Power to the people.)
Won't you come right in?
I'd give anything just to see you again.
Hello, hello
Won't you come right in,
Step into my world
where you know you're everything
Everything I need...
- "Hello" (Sugarbomb)
Finals Week is upon us. This is the week that seperates the mice from the...People that are not of the mice-family. Now, I've been able to figure out a schedule for the rest of the week that I plan on using as a general outline of how to carry myself this coming week:
Wake Up - 8:00 AM
Shower - 8:15 AM
Get Dressed - 8:30 AM
Eat - 8:40 AM
Finals - From 10:00-3:00 PM (Depending on day)
Study - 3:30-5:00 PM
Eat - 5:00-6:00 PM
Stare at wall - 6:10-11:00 PM
Cry myself to sleep - 11:30-Whenever it is I pass out...If I pass out.
I'm going to need some help this week, I really am. If this week is anything like last time, my brain stops recording anything at around 1:34 AM Monday morning and doesn't turn back on untill shortly after 3:41 PM on Friday afternoon. Yes...Those times are exact. My brain is an odd animal...I stopped questioning it a few years back.
Back to point, however, I'm going to need some help this coming week. So, if you could be so kind, if you see a kid wearing a Japanese symbol Kent State hat staggering around the student center, looking like he just got hit by a fast-moving Geo Metro (and hey, those suckers can go. I've got much love for the Geo Metro)...Point that kid in the direction of Bowman, because chances are he has a Final to take in the building...I'd really appreciate it.
Hwyl fawr,
Colin
(P.S. If you'll look below this line, you'll see that I have installed a "Talkback" feature to my Blog. If you have something to comment on about what I've written, feel free to click the link and speak your mind. Power to the people.)
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.
- The Dude (The Big Lebowski)
I'm working on putting something here...I'm just not sure what to talk about. Just give me awhile, I'm sure I'll think of something.
- The Dude (The Big Lebowski)
I'm working on putting something here...I'm just not sure what to talk about. Just give me awhile, I'm sure I'll think of something.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
For you, to f*** is to penetrate. You're used to the more traditional definition - you inside some girl you do, jackhammering away, not noticing that bored look in her eyes.
- Alyssa Jones (Chasing Amy)
Slow day in my world, so I'll just amuse you kiddies with this...Ummm...Odd?...Story:
School librarian charged with throwing beer party for students
"An Albuquerque school librarian is on paid administrative leave after being arrested for giving students alcohol.
Police say 43-year-old Sara Drongensen, a librarian at West Mesa High School, threw a party for her 16-year-old daughter's birthday Friday and even bought a keg of beer for the occasion.
Students tell Eyewitness News 4 about 40 West Mesa teens were at the party. They say many took part in the alcohol, and at one point bullets were flying.
Police arrived to find one student passed out. The teenage girl was taken to a hospital for possible alcohol poisoning. There was no word on her condition.
Drongensen was arrested and charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. She was placed on administrative leave from West Mesa High.
Tuesday night, Eyewitness News 4 found Drongensen's landlord evicting her from her mobile home because of the party."
KOBTV.com
*Colin leaves PC*
*Drives to New Mexico*
*Joins the Drongensen family*
Oh, if you haven't noticed yet, I also changed the layout of the Blog. What do you guys think? I think it looks snazzy, and I've been DYING to figure out how to fit that Kill Bill picture over yonder...
*Points to top-left of screen*
...Into my Blog. I love it like I love Taffy...And I'm a man who loves his Taffy.
Ser deg senere,
Colin
- Alyssa Jones (Chasing Amy)
Slow day in my world, so I'll just amuse you kiddies with this...Ummm...Odd?...Story:
School librarian charged with throwing beer party for students
"An Albuquerque school librarian is on paid administrative leave after being arrested for giving students alcohol.
Police say 43-year-old Sara Drongensen, a librarian at West Mesa High School, threw a party for her 16-year-old daughter's birthday Friday and even bought a keg of beer for the occasion.
Students tell Eyewitness News 4 about 40 West Mesa teens were at the party. They say many took part in the alcohol, and at one point bullets were flying.
Police arrived to find one student passed out. The teenage girl was taken to a hospital for possible alcohol poisoning. There was no word on her condition.
Drongensen was arrested and charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. She was placed on administrative leave from West Mesa High.
Tuesday night, Eyewitness News 4 found Drongensen's landlord evicting her from her mobile home because of the party."
KOBTV.com
*Colin leaves PC*
*Drives to New Mexico*
*Joins the Drongensen family*
Oh, if you haven't noticed yet, I also changed the layout of the Blog. What do you guys think? I think it looks snazzy, and I've been DYING to figure out how to fit that Kill Bill picture over yonder...
*Points to top-left of screen*
...Into my Blog. I love it like I love Taffy...And I'm a man who loves his Taffy.
Ser deg senere,
Colin
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Yeah, I mean aside from the cheating, we were a great couple. I mean that's what high school was about, algebra, bad lunch, and infidelity.
- Dante (Clerks)
...Three
Personality Traits
1) Tired
2) Friendly
3) Annoyed
Places I go to be alone
1) My car
2) My room
3) Student Center Cyber Cafe
Songs I currently like
1) "Darling Nikki" by The Foo Fighters
2) "Musicology" by Prince
3) "Bizarre Love Triangle" by New Order
Places I've worked before
1) Sparkle Market
2) Inner Circle Pizza
3) The MVR
People I admire
1) Lou Holtz
2) John McCain
3) Mick Foley
Brands of clothing I wear
1) Old Navy
2) Levi's
3) Adidas
Feelings I'm feeling
1) Alone
2) Tired
3) Confused
Schools I've attended
1) St. Dominic's
2) Cardinal Mooney
3) Pegmar Pre-School
Movies I've last watched
1) Old School
2) Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back
3) Kill Bill: Volume 2
Names of girls who've ditched me
1) Erica
2) Jamie
3) Andrea
Wishes I have for the future
1) Work as a Journalist
2) Get married
3) Have a family
Things I'm doing right now
1) Waiting for Comparative Politics to begin
2) Looking at the back of my hand
3) Updating my Blog
Zai jian,
Colin
- Dante (Clerks)
...Three
Personality Traits
1) Tired
2) Friendly
3) Annoyed
Places I go to be alone
1) My car
2) My room
3) Student Center Cyber Cafe
Songs I currently like
1) "Darling Nikki" by The Foo Fighters
2) "Musicology" by Prince
3) "Bizarre Love Triangle" by New Order
Places I've worked before
1) Sparkle Market
2) Inner Circle Pizza
3) The MVR
People I admire
1) Lou Holtz
2) John McCain
3) Mick Foley
Brands of clothing I wear
1) Old Navy
2) Levi's
3) Adidas
Feelings I'm feeling
1) Alone
2) Tired
3) Confused
Schools I've attended
1) St. Dominic's
2) Cardinal Mooney
3) Pegmar Pre-School
Movies I've last watched
1) Old School
2) Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back
3) Kill Bill: Volume 2
Names of girls who've ditched me
1) Erica
2) Jamie
3) Andrea
Wishes I have for the future
1) Work as a Journalist
2) Get married
3) Have a family
Things I'm doing right now
1) Waiting for Comparative Politics to begin
2) Looking at the back of my hand
3) Updating my Blog
Zai jian,
Colin
Sunday, April 18, 2004
"Friendship is one mind in two bodies."
- Mencius
Alright, first off, I want to talk about one of the coolest movies I've seen in a LONG time; Kill Bill: Volume 2. I got out to see it on Saturday, and it really was a heck of an experience. That's really what it is...It's not a Movie, it's an Experience. The odd thing about it, though, is how much different it really is than Volume 1. It's really like the first movie was there to hook you in as a viewer so you could be there for Volume 2. If you've seen Volume 1, you'd be aware that it was almost pure, 100%, action. From the opening scene to the Crazy 88s' fight to end the film, it was one of the bloodiest films I've ever seen in my life...
...Volume 2 wasn't. There were VERY few scenes I can remember where blood was even shed, and if there was, it was a trickle, not a gusher like in Volume 1. No, Volume 2 was all about the story. This strikes me as the movie Quintin Tarantino REALLY wanted to make. We find out many of the questions that Volume 1 posed. We find out The Bride's name, why what happened to her happened in the first place, what happened to her child, why she's the the efficient killer that she was in Kill Bill: Volume 1, we find this all out. Flashbacks are the name of the game in this film...They're everywhere.
This is the story he wanted to tell. I realize that Kill Bill was intended to be ONE complete movie, and not two films, but I think this was for the best. If it were to be one movie, it would have had to be even more edited than it already was for time constraints, and I just don't think it would have worked as well as it does now. I love just the vast difference between both films, and the fact that they still managed to form one really well-told story is quite impressive. It worked...It worked VERY well. Go see this film whenever you get the chance...It's awesome.
I'd also like to add that Michael Madsen is my new personal God. I'm sorry, Jason Lee...As much as I love you, you've got nothing on Michael Madsen. It's just the truth.
I'd like to bring this brief entry to a close by thanking my buddy, Jill if I could. Thanks for hanging out with me on Friday...It was awesome. I can't remember meeting anyone before, guy or girl, that I've clicked with as well as you. It really is fun going and back and forth with someone who's on the same wavelength as I am. You're #1 in my book.
La revedere,
Colin
(P.S. I'd also like to say that I'm working on my second #1 Hit...Give it time, though. If Kris-Kross were rushed...Would we have "Jump Around"? I think not.)
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
You say you love me
Love me again
But if you love me
Where have you been?
You say you need me more than anyone else
Well, go to hell
Where have you been?
- "Where Have You Been?" (Reel Big Fish)
Alright...I'd first like to start off by issuing a retraction. APPARENTLY, Jill doesn't like the word "Panties". Woops...My bad. You know, now that I think about it...Why doesn't she like that word? What about it bothers her? I mean, it's not like it's spelled funny or anything. I mean, what about:
P
A
N
T
I
E
S
...bothers her? I mean, it's not like I said "Undies" or anything. No, I said 'Panties". Just plain old "Panties". You know...Those things girls wear. "Panties." Nothing weird about the word "Panties". Nothing at all.
Oh well, now that that little matter is out of the way, on to other subjects. I want to buy a new Cell Phone. I REALLY want to buy a new Cell Phone. But what do I go for? Do I go for the regular looking Cell Phone, or do I go for the Clam-Shell look? Do I go with or without the Camera Phone? Vorizon, T-Mobile, Cingular, or Cell One? Do I need a bunch of tiny games on my phone? Is an Internet Browser a cool thing to have? Is my Roommate ever planning on throwing that plate of Half-Eaten Burritos out of the refrigerator? So many un-answered questions...I feel like I'm on Days of Our Lives...Except my evil Twin-Brother (who has a goatee. Because ALL Evil Twins have Goatees. It's a proven fact. Goatee = Evil) didn't assasinate the President and is pinning it on me...Except I don't have a Twin Brother...And I haven't been able to perfect my "Serious Glance at Camera" move...Yet.
Hey Kiddies...Uncle Colin just showed you how to waste 5 minutes of someone's life by writing about absolutley NOTHING and tricking people into reading it, expecting some deep thoughts. Ha! You Got Served! There's NOTHING going on up here! NOTHING AT ALL!
*Points at Head*
Auf Wiedersehen,
Colin
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
She said "It's all right
She said "Come over tonight"
She said "My mom's not home"
She said "I'm all alone!"
She took me back to her house
She pushed me down on the couch
She said "Now it's all right, were gonna be good friends
Cause that kissin' only leads to the end"
- Why Do All Girls Think They're Fat? (Reel Big Fish)
I can't believe it's already April 13th. I guess I can't say that time flies when you're having fun because probably the only time I have fun at Kent is when Stoner Frank comes around Clark. I love that kid...I have NO idea if he even goes to Kent, but he's here all the time. And he's stoned. Constantly. I respect that kind of consistency in life. I mean, he's not baked 6 hours of the day and then for the other 18, he's a Rhodes Scholar. No, he's gone for the full 24. Here's to you, Frank...May you ever reach for the "Scooby Snacks".
On a slightly similar note, It's so crazy when I think about how long I've done this Blog. I started this Blog a long time ago because it was early in the School Year and I needed someone to rant to. I needed someone to tell all the stupid thoughts that run through my head to, and the exibitionist in me thought it would be a good idea to present these thoughts to the masses. I think it's safe to say that it has served it's purpose so far, and to my surprise, more people seem to like to listen to me ramble on for paragraphs at a time than I thought...Are you people REALLY that bored?
Oh man...What else to talk about...Hmmm...I guess I could give a shout-out to my Home-Girl, Jill. Howdy. You know what I like about Jill? She likes to use the word "Panties". She rocks that word like it's her job...I respect that.
...Oh man, I'm slipping. There used to be a time where I was able to write a nine-paragraph song about The Exchange, and now I can barely get through two paragraphs. How the mighty have fallen.
Do svidanja,
Colin
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
Your my Wonderwall...
- "Wonderwall" (Oasis)
This Update Has Been Brought To You By The Letter "U":
Remember kiddies, "U" as in "UConn". Not "Ulegyria" because big words make me feel stupid...
I hate Kent, Ohio. I really do have a strong distaste in my mouth for this Godforsaken place. It's April 6th by my count, and yet I'm still wearing gloves and a thick jacket when I drag my extremely tired person to class 20 minutes late. I don't understand how my mind works anymore, when I'm not here, I want to come back. When I'm here, I want nothing more to leave. I would say that way of thinking is crazy, but it's nothing more than a continuation of my slow and steady desent into insanity that was triggered by an 18 year-old girl who goes by the name of Erica many moons ago. I blame many of my deeper-seeded issues on her...
...I also hate Unicorns. Please don't ask...It's just better that way.
Hoscakal,
Colin
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
Your my Wonderwall...
- "Wonderwall" (Oasis)
This Update Has Been Brought To You By The Letter "U":
Remember kiddies, "U" as in "UConn". Not "Ulegyria" because big words make me feel stupid...
I hate Kent, Ohio. I really do have a strong distaste in my mouth for this Godforsaken place. It's April 6th by my count, and yet I'm still wearing gloves and a thick jacket when I drag my extremely tired person to class 20 minutes late. I don't understand how my mind works anymore, when I'm not here, I want to come back. When I'm here, I want nothing more to leave. I would say that way of thinking is crazy, but it's nothing more than a continuation of my slow and steady desent into insanity that was triggered by an 18 year-old girl who goes by the name of Erica many moons ago. I blame many of my deeper-seeded issues on her...
...I also hate Unicorns. Please don't ask...It's just better that way.
Hoscakal,
Colin
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Well I don't know what to do with myself
Just don´t know what to do whith myself
Planning everything for two
Doing everything with you
And now that we're through
I just dont know what to do.
- "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself" (The White Stripes)
So the responce from my long-awaited update has fallen into two distinct categories. The "Colin, your Niece is so freaking cute that I want to puke" and the "Colin, you're a wuss. Stop whining because no one cares" categories. This has been my plan all along. As long as I can divert you guys from enjoying what I have to write, the pressure is off. Some people say to shoot for the stars...I say "Shoot for that cloud over there. You don't want to make it seem like you're a total waste of space by not leaving the ground, but aiming for the stars is too much damn work."
In other news, I went to that Cavs-Suns game last night, and seeing as how it was my first NBA experience, I have this to say...PLEASE START SOON, MAJOR LEAUGE BASEBALL. Dear Lord, how do people watch NBA games? From our seats, we could see the game just fine, but there was ZERO sound from the court. No squeeks of the shoes, no thunderous sounds from big-time dunks, no "swish" of the net...Nothing. When you add that disapointment to the constant barage of terrible Hip-Hop music they played...I felt like driving to NYC and choking David Stern. Or complaining about it on my Blog...Which I have just done. I now feel better.
Valete,
Colin
Just don´t know what to do whith myself
Planning everything for two
Doing everything with you
And now that we're through
I just dont know what to do.
- "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself" (The White Stripes)
So the responce from my long-awaited update has fallen into two distinct categories. The "Colin, your Niece is so freaking cute that I want to puke" and the "Colin, you're a wuss. Stop whining because no one cares" categories. This has been my plan all along. As long as I can divert you guys from enjoying what I have to write, the pressure is off. Some people say to shoot for the stars...I say "Shoot for that cloud over there. You don't want to make it seem like you're a total waste of space by not leaving the ground, but aiming for the stars is too much damn work."
In other news, I went to that Cavs-Suns game last night, and seeing as how it was my first NBA experience, I have this to say...PLEASE START SOON, MAJOR LEAUGE BASEBALL. Dear Lord, how do people watch NBA games? From our seats, we could see the game just fine, but there was ZERO sound from the court. No squeeks of the shoes, no thunderous sounds from big-time dunks, no "swish" of the net...Nothing. When you add that disapointment to the constant barage of terrible Hip-Hop music they played...I felt like driving to NYC and choking David Stern. Or complaining about it on my Blog...Which I have just done. I now feel better.
Valete,
Colin
Monday, March 22, 2004
We are the dateless losers!
Lonely until we die!
So unappreciated!
Why, why, why, why?
- "Dateless Losers" (Reel Big Fish)
Wow, it's been a long time since I've written anything here. To the three or four people who bother to read my ramblings...I'm sorry. To the millions of other people who AREN'T reading this...How 'bout them Cowboys?
So, there's been alot of things in my life since the last time I entered something. For one, I had my 19th Birthday on March 12th, so that's cool. I voted for the first time (I'm now officially the ONLY registered Republican in the Mahoning County. You think I'm joking?) I also conducted a kick-ass interview with a really cool guy from of all places...The Catholic Exponent Newspaper. It really gave me alot of great insight into my beloved field of Journalism (Tony Kornheiser, I'm coming for your job, Slick...) That's really the jist of it, I suppose. I lead quite the exciting life...
I do have a question for my loyal masses (again...All three of you.) What do you do when you care about someone, but can't say let it be known? I mean, what do you do when you'd like to just hold someone, but know it's never going to be a possibility? Do you let it go and look elsewhere? I mean, I suppose there's no reason to bother holding a candle for something that is never to be...Oh well, I guess I'm rambling...Again. Sorry about that.
To apologize for my ramblings, I'll show you guys a picture of my favorite girl in the entire world, my niece, Alexis. If you look closely, you'll see that we're both wearing my world famous "Penis Hat" (Long story...Don't ask.)
Lonely until we die!
So unappreciated!
Why, why, why, why?
- "Dateless Losers" (Reel Big Fish)
Wow, it's been a long time since I've written anything here. To the three or four people who bother to read my ramblings...I'm sorry. To the millions of other people who AREN'T reading this...How 'bout them Cowboys?
So, there's been alot of things in my life since the last time I entered something. For one, I had my 19th Birthday on March 12th, so that's cool. I voted for the first time (I'm now officially the ONLY registered Republican in the Mahoning County. You think I'm joking?) I also conducted a kick-ass interview with a really cool guy from of all places...The Catholic Exponent Newspaper. It really gave me alot of great insight into my beloved field of Journalism (Tony Kornheiser, I'm coming for your job, Slick...) That's really the jist of it, I suppose. I lead quite the exciting life...
I do have a question for my loyal masses (again...All three of you.) What do you do when you care about someone, but can't say let it be known? I mean, what do you do when you'd like to just hold someone, but know it's never going to be a possibility? Do you let it go and look elsewhere? I mean, I suppose there's no reason to bother holding a candle for something that is never to be...Oh well, I guess I'm rambling...Again. Sorry about that.
To apologize for my ramblings, I'll show you guys a picture of my favorite girl in the entire world, my niece, Alexis. If you look closely, you'll see that we're both wearing my world famous "Penis Hat" (Long story...Don't ask.)
Sunday, February 29, 2004
‘Cause I don’t want to break
Your fine face, I can’t take
The way you wanna wrap me up
Inside your smile
- "Smile" (Weezer)
Thanks to The Exchange, I've finally added the complete catalogue of Weezer CDs to my collection. This is a good thing. Weezer is a good thing. Cherry Cheesecake is a good thing. Cherry Cheesecake clogs your arteries. Weezer doesn't. The worst thing Weezer does is make you want to get a pair of thick black glasses...
So, in other news, I've finally decided to embrace my naturally curly hair. I don't know how well you know me, but this is a serious change in my life. Ever since I decided to take an interest in my hair, I've been on a non-stop "straightening" rampage. You name a hair spray or shampoo that straightens hair...I've tried it. Not anymore, baby. I picked up some curl shampoo and curl spray, and I'm going all-out. Think Ashton Kutcher, but with more of a "flip" at the ends of my hair (and with considerably more intelligence.) I think this could work out, but I have to be careful to balance the line between "good" and "hippie", so we'll see...
Slán go fóill,
Colin
Your fine face, I can’t take
The way you wanna wrap me up
Inside your smile
- "Smile" (Weezer)
Thanks to The Exchange, I've finally added the complete catalogue of Weezer CDs to my collection. This is a good thing. Weezer is a good thing. Cherry Cheesecake is a good thing. Cherry Cheesecake clogs your arteries. Weezer doesn't. The worst thing Weezer does is make you want to get a pair of thick black glasses...
So, in other news, I've finally decided to embrace my naturally curly hair. I don't know how well you know me, but this is a serious change in my life. Ever since I decided to take an interest in my hair, I've been on a non-stop "straightening" rampage. You name a hair spray or shampoo that straightens hair...I've tried it. Not anymore, baby. I picked up some curl shampoo and curl spray, and I'm going all-out. Think Ashton Kutcher, but with more of a "flip" at the ends of my hair (and with considerably more intelligence.) I think this could work out, but I have to be careful to balance the line between "good" and "hippie", so we'll see...
Slán go fóill,
Colin
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Out on the streets, that's where we'll meet
You make the night, I always cross the line
Tightened our belts, abuse ourselves
Get in our way, we'll put you on your shelf
- "Round and Round" (RATT)
...Remember when I said I'd quote some 80's Hair Metal band lyrics? There's one of them. Never let it be said that I don't follow up on my promices...Except for that one time when I promised my cousin that I'd replace Optimus Prime as the leader of the Autobots. That's probably not going to happen. Unless I get into a terrible accident and have to be put back together with the aid of machinery...But that would just make me The Six Million Dollar Man, which isn't the show I'm aiming for...
...Am I rambling again?
Ummm...So what's up with my life? Surprisingly...Not much. I've been fighting through a nasty head cold for the past few days. It's really affecting me...Now, instead of watching TV and playing NCAA Football at the same time, I only have the energy for one task at a time.
DAMN YOU, HEAD COLD! DAMN YOU TAAAHHHH HELL!!!
...Am I rambling again?
Wantu bikher,
Colin
You make the night, I always cross the line
Tightened our belts, abuse ourselves
Get in our way, we'll put you on your shelf
- "Round and Round" (RATT)
...Remember when I said I'd quote some 80's Hair Metal band lyrics? There's one of them. Never let it be said that I don't follow up on my promices...Except for that one time when I promised my cousin that I'd replace Optimus Prime as the leader of the Autobots. That's probably not going to happen. Unless I get into a terrible accident and have to be put back together with the aid of machinery...But that would just make me The Six Million Dollar Man, which isn't the show I'm aiming for...
...Am I rambling again?
Ummm...So what's up with my life? Surprisingly...Not much. I've been fighting through a nasty head cold for the past few days. It's really affecting me...Now, instead of watching TV and playing NCAA Football at the same time, I only have the energy for one task at a time.
DAMN YOU, HEAD COLD! DAMN YOU TAAAHHHH HELL!!!
...Am I rambling again?
Wantu bikher,
Colin
Friday, February 13, 2004
Dr. Farthing: I can't blame anyone but myself, except maybe the Boston Bruins, Chicago Cubs, and Mr. T.
Mitch: Wait, Mr. T? You bet on the fight in Rocky III? And you bet against Rocky?
Dr. Farthing: Well, hindsight's twenty-twenty.
- Dirty Work
I have a new love.
A love that doesn't ignore me.
A love that doesn't think of me as "Her Best Friend".
A love that didn't "neglect" to tell me that she was in another relationship.
"Who is this wonderful woman?", you may ask...It's not a "Her". It's an "It". It is known simply as: The Exchange.
The Exchange...A truly magical place. A place where the cheap, used CDs flow like the Salmon of Capistrano (Get that reference and I'll give you a cookie.) Just LOOK at the CDs I've picked up since I discovered this magical place...
- Barenaked Ladies "Stunt" ($5.00)
- Creed "Human Clay" ($2.50)
- Smashmouth "Astrolounge" ($2.50)
- Hootie & The Blowfish "Cracked Rear View" ($.50)
- Ace of Base "The Sign" ($1.00)
- RATT "Ratt and Roll" ($1.00)
- Good Charlotte "Young and the Hopeless" ($1.00)
- Our Lady Peace "Clumsy" ($2.50)
- Uncle Kracker "Double-Wide" ($5.00)
- TRUSTcompany "Lonley Position of Neutral" ($2.50)
- Trapt "Trapt" ($1.00)
- Blues Traveler "Four" ($1.00)
- O.A.R. "Wanderer" ($2.50)
- Foo Fighters "There is Nothing Left to Lose" ($5.00)
- Powerman 5000 "Tonight the Stars Revolt" ($2.50)
...How about that haul? Simply amazing, I say. This has made my entire time spent at Kent State University ALMOST worth it. If I hadn't gone here, I would have never known about this magical place.
You know what? I love this place so much that (in an effort to further prove that I have WAY too much time on my hands...) I've decided to write a song about it. Without further ado...Here goes.
Exchange (Set to the tune of "Lola" by The Kinks)
I saw it in a Strip Mall in old Akron
I had a drink in my hand and it tasted like Cherry Cola
C-O-L-A, cola
I walked up to it and I opened the door
I asked the clerk it's name and in a high-pitched voice, he said Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well, I'm not the world's most composed guy
So when I saw all the CDs, I began to cry
Oh my Exchange, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well I'm not dumb, but I can't understand
How they can have so many CDs from all those 80s bands
Oh my Exchange, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well, I drank my cola and I browsed all night
Underneath fluorescent candlelight
I picked up a Hootie CD and I checked the price to see
".50!" Oh this CD is coming home with me
Well, I might be the world's biggest Foo Fighters fan
So when I saw a F.F. stand, I knew I fell in love with the Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
I pushed open the glass
And I walked to the case
I grabbed some CDs
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at the clerk and he looked at me
Well, I searched for words that I wanted to say
How do you express pure joy while not sounding gay for my Exchange?
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
CDs will be $16 and DVD's $20
It's an expensive, overpriced, rip-off world except for my Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well, I left my dorm a couple of hours before
And I'd never bought a Used CD before
And Exchange just smiled and took me by the hand
And said, Dear Colin, I'm gunna make you a fan
When I walked in, I didn't know I found a Gold Mine
But I bought Ace of Base, and "I Saw the Sign"
Thanks to Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
...Thank you. Thank you. I'll be here all week, be sure to tip your waitress.
Zaijian,
Colin
Mitch: Wait, Mr. T? You bet on the fight in Rocky III? And you bet against Rocky?
Dr. Farthing: Well, hindsight's twenty-twenty.
- Dirty Work
I have a new love.
A love that doesn't ignore me.
A love that doesn't think of me as "Her Best Friend".
A love that didn't "neglect" to tell me that she was in another relationship.
"Who is this wonderful woman?", you may ask...It's not a "Her". It's an "It". It is known simply as: The Exchange.
The Exchange...A truly magical place. A place where the cheap, used CDs flow like the Salmon of Capistrano (Get that reference and I'll give you a cookie.) Just LOOK at the CDs I've picked up since I discovered this magical place...
- Barenaked Ladies "Stunt" ($5.00)
- Creed "Human Clay" ($2.50)
- Smashmouth "Astrolounge" ($2.50)
- Hootie & The Blowfish "Cracked Rear View" ($.50)
- Ace of Base "The Sign" ($1.00)
- RATT "Ratt and Roll" ($1.00)
- Good Charlotte "Young and the Hopeless" ($1.00)
- Our Lady Peace "Clumsy" ($2.50)
- Uncle Kracker "Double-Wide" ($5.00)
- TRUSTcompany "Lonley Position of Neutral" ($2.50)
- Trapt "Trapt" ($1.00)
- Blues Traveler "Four" ($1.00)
- O.A.R. "Wanderer" ($2.50)
- Foo Fighters "There is Nothing Left to Lose" ($5.00)
- Powerman 5000 "Tonight the Stars Revolt" ($2.50)
...How about that haul? Simply amazing, I say. This has made my entire time spent at Kent State University ALMOST worth it. If I hadn't gone here, I would have never known about this magical place.
You know what? I love this place so much that (in an effort to further prove that I have WAY too much time on my hands...) I've decided to write a song about it. Without further ado...Here goes.
Exchange (Set to the tune of "Lola" by The Kinks)
I saw it in a Strip Mall in old Akron
I had a drink in my hand and it tasted like Cherry Cola
C-O-L-A, cola
I walked up to it and I opened the door
I asked the clerk it's name and in a high-pitched voice, he said Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well, I'm not the world's most composed guy
So when I saw all the CDs, I began to cry
Oh my Exchange, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well I'm not dumb, but I can't understand
How they can have so many CDs from all those 80s bands
Oh my Exchange, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well, I drank my cola and I browsed all night
Underneath fluorescent candlelight
I picked up a Hootie CD and I checked the price to see
".50!" Oh this CD is coming home with me
Well, I might be the world's biggest Foo Fighters fan
So when I saw a F.F. stand, I knew I fell in love with the Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E, E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
I pushed open the glass
And I walked to the case
I grabbed some CDs
I got down on my knees
Then I looked at the clerk and he looked at me
Well, I searched for words that I wanted to say
How do you express pure joy while not sounding gay for my Exchange?
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
CDs will be $16 and DVD's $20
It's an expensive, overpriced, rip-off world except for my Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
Well, I left my dorm a couple of hours before
And I'd never bought a Used CD before
And Exchange just smiled and took me by the hand
And said, Dear Colin, I'm gunna make you a fan
When I walked in, I didn't know I found a Gold Mine
But I bought Ace of Base, and "I Saw the Sign"
Thanks to Exchange
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E
...Thank you. Thank you. I'll be here all week, be sure to tip your waitress.
Zaijian,
Colin
Thursday, January 29, 2004
“For or all sad words, or tongue or pen, the saddest are these: “It might have been.”
– John Greenleaf Whittier
...It's been awhile, eh? My apologies, I've had alot of stuff on my mind recently. You know, now that I think about it, at the risk of sounding like an EMO song...I'll leave it at that.
Do you want to know what I detest possibly more than anything else on this earth (besides a man in Tallahasee, FL named Bobby Bowden?) Winter. It's just a completely useless season and all it does is make me angry and bitter over how flippin' cold it always is.
So Old Man Winter, this is for you...
*Shakes fist at PC Screen*
In other, significantly more pathetic news, I'm still available. If you're a lovley lady looking for a 5'8", 170 lbs Kent State University Frosh with very little athletic ability anymore (I blame it on my High School Baseball Coach), but a firm grasp of biting sarcasm and an undying love of all things Notre Dame...Look me up sometime. We'll hang in the room and watch "Rudy"...
...How can you say "No" to this kid? Sean Astin wants you to look me up sometime.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
...It's been awhile, eh? My apologies, I've had alot of stuff on my mind recently. You know, now that I think about it, at the risk of sounding like an EMO song...I'll leave it at that.
Do you want to know what I detest possibly more than anything else on this earth (besides a man in Tallahasee, FL named Bobby Bowden?) Winter. It's just a completely useless season and all it does is make me angry and bitter over how flippin' cold it always is.
So Old Man Winter, this is for you...
*Shakes fist at PC Screen*
In other, significantly more pathetic news, I'm still available. If you're a lovley lady looking for a 5'8", 170 lbs Kent State University Frosh with very little athletic ability anymore (I blame it on my High School Baseball Coach), but a firm grasp of biting sarcasm and an undying love of all things Notre Dame...Look me up sometime. We'll hang in the room and watch "Rudy"...
...How can you say "No" to this kid? Sean Astin wants you to look me up sometime.
Monday, January 19, 2004
Of course there's a lot of knowledge in universities: the freshmen bring a little in; the seniors don't take much away, so knowledge sort of accumulates....
- Dr. A. Lawrence Lowell
So it begins once again. Kent has been back in session for a week and things have gone without incident up to this point...Fingers crossed.
So it's 2:30 on a Sunday Night/Monday Morning and I'm doing what any Male College Student would do when he realizes there is not school the next day (Thanks Martin Luther King Jr)...Watching "Rudy" for the upteenth time while listening to an incredibly strange Hulk Hogan Rap/Rock CD I found in a pile of junk that I packed away when I moved to my current house five years ago...
...What? You thought I would be drinking myself into a stupor? Apparently you don't know me and my tragically over-active mind. It's really a killer...It prevents me from doing anything that could be construed as "fun" out of the fear of derailing me from my singular reason for being at Kent State University (that stupid piece of paper that says I didn't kill myself within the four year stretch I was enrolled here.)
Well, it's time to wrap this up. In closing, I'll leave you with this one command...PLEASE purchase Damien Rice's CD, "O". I've talked about him before, but it needs to be stated again. The more I listen to this CD, the more I realize that this is one of the greatest Albums I've ever heard in my entire life. Damien is a truely amazing talent and I'm positive that this CD will touch you as much as it has me. It's gotten to me in ways that few Albums ever have before...
Slán agaibh,
Colin
- Dr. A. Lawrence Lowell
So it begins once again. Kent has been back in session for a week and things have gone without incident up to this point...Fingers crossed.
So it's 2:30 on a Sunday Night/Monday Morning and I'm doing what any Male College Student would do when he realizes there is not school the next day (Thanks Martin Luther King Jr)...Watching "Rudy" for the upteenth time while listening to an incredibly strange Hulk Hogan Rap/Rock CD I found in a pile of junk that I packed away when I moved to my current house five years ago...
...What? You thought I would be drinking myself into a stupor? Apparently you don't know me and my tragically over-active mind. It's really a killer...It prevents me from doing anything that could be construed as "fun" out of the fear of derailing me from my singular reason for being at Kent State University (that stupid piece of paper that says I didn't kill myself within the four year stretch I was enrolled here.)
Well, it's time to wrap this up. In closing, I'll leave you with this one command...PLEASE purchase Damien Rice's CD, "O". I've talked about him before, but it needs to be stated again. The more I listen to this CD, the more I realize that this is one of the greatest Albums I've ever heard in my entire life. Damien is a truely amazing talent and I'm positive that this CD will touch you as much as it has me. It's gotten to me in ways that few Albums ever have before...
Slán agaibh,
Colin
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
"As a well-spent day bring happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death."
- Leonardo da Vinci
I have nothing to put here but to pay my respects to a great man. Someone who, when I die, if I can say that I was a tenth the man he was, then I'll be happy.
I love you Grandfather, and I'll Miss You...
John McNally (1917-2004)
...I'll see you again someday.
- Leonardo da Vinci
I have nothing to put here but to pay my respects to a great man. Someone who, when I die, if I can say that I was a tenth the man he was, then I'll be happy.
I love you Grandfather, and I'll Miss You...
John McNally (1917-2004)
...I'll see you again someday.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
I wrote a letter to my dad - I wrote, "I really enjoy being here," but I accidentally wrote rarely instead of really. But I still wanted to use it so i crossed it out and wrote, "I rarely drive steamboats, dad - there's a lot of shit you don't know about me. Quit trying to act like I'm a steamboat operator." This letter took a harsh turn right away...
- Mitch Hedberg
8 Days untill I go back to Kent. Rock on!
In other news, my freaking loser Cowboys got the taste slapped out of their mouthes by the flippin' Carolina Panthers...
= tEh SuK!!!1!11!1
At least I can take solice in knowing that Peyton Manning WILL NOT win his game later today. For some odd reason, I take great pride in seeing him fall flat on his face in big games. Must have something to do with me being a failed athlete and now spending the rest of my life making fun of those who are doing what I never could.
...Or I just don't like Peyton Manning. Either one.
There's not much else here to report. I'm still a loser who is being avoided like the Bubonic Plauge by the one person I really had feelings for. So that always sucks...
*Pulls Knife out of Back*
...I believe this is yours?
Hablaré con usted más adelante,
Colin
- Mitch Hedberg
8 Days untill I go back to Kent. Rock on!
In other news, my freaking loser Cowboys got the taste slapped out of their mouthes by the flippin' Carolina Panthers...
= tEh SuK!!!1!11!1
At least I can take solice in knowing that Peyton Manning WILL NOT win his game later today. For some odd reason, I take great pride in seeing him fall flat on his face in big games. Must have something to do with me being a failed athlete and now spending the rest of my life making fun of those who are doing what I never could.
...Or I just don't like Peyton Manning. Either one.
There's not much else here to report. I'm still a loser who is being avoided like the Bubonic Plauge by the one person I really had feelings for. So that always sucks...
*Pulls Knife out of Back*
...I believe this is yours?
Hablaré con usted más adelante,
Colin
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