Friday, December 10, 2004

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

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

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

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