I Sure Could Use a Vacation From This

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks (Hofstra University).

No, I'm not mad. I recently got into Tool and I thought it would only be appropriate being that Fridays are about my life.

Welcome back to Fridays with Feelings!

I figured that, since last time I spoke of blunders that I make that I kick myself in the ass for constantly, I should talk about that again. Consistency? Laziness? Combination of both? Combo #5 with onion rings instead of fries? Where was I?

Right.

It's Friday! Fridays with Feelings are back! This week? Frisbee!

Frisbee is an amazing sport. I love it so much. It's possibly the greatest sport known to mankind. Why, you ask? Because there are no rules! Frisbee is all played under the guidance of the "spirit of the game." This is a set of recommendations, not rules, that could be followed for an organized game. Who likes organization? Not me! Frisbee is what my friends and I do for fun, if we decide to stop fearing sunlight. It's the "ultimate" good time (pun so righteously intended).

Now that the warmth is back upon us, I cannot think of a better way to spend my free time than playing frisbee outside with my friends. Frisbee gets funny, especially when they're not paying attention and you hit them in the ass with the frisbee.

There is something I don't get though; some of my friends still have a hard time throwing a frisbee (like some of them can't yo-yo...). It's not that hard! You use three fingers (just like when you're... never mind). You flick your wrist. You let go. Don't throw it backhand unless you can throw it the normal way. That's all. Oh, and don't throw it in the air. Not rocket science people. It's the simplest thing in the world.

The main reason I love frisbee so much is because it brings out this child/puppy like energy out in me. I make catches that I'm still amazed at. I also love to dive (except on concrete, I'm not stupid). And playing frisbee in the rain on a muddy field is some of the most fun you can have. Damn I want to play now...

Yet here I sit, blogging. And you know what I plan to do when I'm done? Play video games. I suck.

I'm going outside...

Today's title song is by Tool. Here's the info:

Ænima by Tool.

Look it up if you like Prog Rock or have no clue what Prog Rock is.

Holy crap it was hard for me to figure out how to type that stupid Æ....

Happy weekend!

Don't Call It A Comeback!

I been here for years! (I was just looking for a reason to do that. Sorry.)

If you don't know what song that's from, you're probably better off. It's just a funny song that I quote far too often. The song recommendation will resume in the next post.

Yeah. I'm back. The blog is off of indefinite hiatus. What does this mean for you? It means you'll be entertained once more by my wily thoughts and aspirations. At least until I fall into another lapse of "I don't want to be awake anymore" syndrome. Should get that checked out...

Anyway, this isn't only to say I'm back. I'll be briefer than usual because I have another paper to write.

Notice I said another.

The first one is what I'm talking about now.

I feel dirty. I hate fan fiction to no hell (that's not why I feel dirty, if you were dumb enough to wonder). Yet I think I just wrote one, and it's quite possibly the worst fan fiction I've ever seen (that's not saying much, I try to avoid garbage). The basic gist of it is that Sarah Palin is the President, and Steve Jobs is the Vice President. She's awful, gets killed by Bill Gates, and then Steve Jobs takes over (somewhere in California, some Mac dork is... use your imagination). It's really, incredibly stupid.

Why would I do this? That assignment. I had to basically write a fan fiction based off of the French Revolution. No, you can't read it. It's terrible. I don't even want to edit it. I'm just glad it's done, and it's probably going to get a decent grade because I actually followed the criteria. I just feel dirty.

LIST! (Because I always give one)

Things That Make Me Feel Dirty

-Writing fan fiction

-My Twitter (I hate myself sometimes)

-Mud

-The title song

-My best friends

-Shameless self promotion (Ironic?)

-My room

-Cheap jokes (hey, we all make them)

That's all for today. No song for you! If you really want to know what song that is, look up the lyrics. I won't be a vessel of your destruction.

When the Morning Comes

The title song is This Too Shall Pass by OK Go. Look it up on youtube, there are two videos involving it. Both are amazing.

I didn't update on friday. I probably won't update for a while. I'm just not in a spot to be funny. Or even to talk about things that are lighthearted. So I'm going on hiatus for an undetermined amount of time. Sorry about that. I was just starting to get consistent, too.

I'll be back when everything blows over.

A Thousand Different Versions of Yourself

I love that song. And that band. I'll put the info for it at the bottom.

I've noticed something lately. It feels incredibly good to get good grades on papers about things I never plan to read. Or have no idea about (this is happens often). It's not that I'm dumb, it's just that I find no point in reading most books assigned to us in school, especially at the rate I read them for college. It just moves too fast (I pick a few books a semester and actually read them, usually they're on my list of things to read anyway). I guess this is just a little blurb, as it's something everyone realizes but no one actually says. Whatever. I don't condone my strategies, as I could bullshit my way out of any paper, and it's not exactly a widespread skill (yes, I will toot my own horn, thank you). I'm not bragging, I swear, I'm explaining why you shouldn't do what I do.

OTHER THINGS!

Facebook keeps recommending me the strangest things. The other day I was told that, because I am a fan of Barack Obama (whoa, political agenda, easy there!)*, I should be a fan of the following:

W) Starbucks

T) Michelle Obama (this one is just funny, but it makes sense)

F) Michael Jackson

I'm pretty sure Facebook is a stereotyping jerkwad. Just because someone is a Democrat does not mean they drink the awful sewage that is Starbucks. And no, thank you, I don't want to be a fan of Michael Jackson. I have no problem with the guy, but I'm not exactly into all of his music. Just some of it.

I want to say the Michael Jackson thing is racist, but it's probably not. I'm assuming that other liberals (whoa, political agenda, easy there!)* like Jackson, so Facebook assumed I would too? Well I have news for you Facebook; I don't take kindly to you grouping us like that! That's our job, to make groups about being in a group! If we wanted to be told what to like and what to be a fan of, we'd all be scenesters!

And finally, Michelle Obama. She's great and all, but why the hell does she have a freaking fan page? I wonder if there's one for Bo Obama (apparently there are a few, but none of them are widespread, which makes no sense, that dog is so cute!).

And seriously, that could be interesting for friends of Obama.

"So I noticed, on Facebook."

"Yeah?"

"You uh, you didn't become a fan of my wife?"

"Yeah, um, I've been meaning to tell you..."

This can only end badly. On another note I honestly can't see people disliking that woman. She's so sweet (no, I'm not becoming a fan of her, I'm not that hypocritical).

LIST! I love lists so much. I have no idea why. I just think lists have a way of always being funny. Unless they're lists of names. Those usually aren't funny, and can be depressing with the right title.

Fun Things to Do With a Long Piece of String

1) Twirl it around in the air a lot

2) Tie it to your belt loop, run around chasing it

3) Wrap it around your fingers in cool designs

4) Wish that string was more entertaining

5) Okay, now I'm depressed

6) Never mind

OKAY! That's enough. I'm hungry. Again.

The song in the title is Sleeping Lessons by The Shins. Talk about life changing music. Listen to it if you haven't. If you like it (hey, they're not for everyone), it'll probably change you inside at least a little bit.

I need to think of fun facts to put at the end of this...

We Got Bills to Pay

Today's blog is in loving memory of Infinity Ward. May they rest in piece. F*** Activision.*

First order of business: Shameless self promotion (on my own blog).

I've started a series of sketches I'm calling "Obsessed with Myself." Expect to hear about it more as I go along. Right now it's simply me drawing myself once a day for a while, and putting it all together in the end. Should be fun. I like it.

Onto other things. I'm going to attempt to make Fridays a fun day. For the blog. Fridays are always fun for me (it's when I beat me wenches, Argh! (kidding)). I just have absolutely no idea what to talk about that would be different. I could be specific, and actually have something predictable happen on Friday, rather than babble about whatever pops into my head (like I do in real life). So for the next 3 weeks, I'll be chatting about my actual life on Fridays. We'll see how this works out. Trial basis.

I call it : Fridays with Feelings! (Trial basis)

I like to take notes on my computer. At least for a while I did. Then I realized that colleges have internet (wi-fi, actually), everywhere. And then I realized that I could avoid doing anything in class by looking up at the professor periodically and pretending I care.

This is bad, but I do stop doing it most of the time. The internet does make you stupid, after all.

My actual issue with taking nots on a computer is the lack of an open paper to doodle on. I recently realized I wasn't drawing much anymore. When I looked further into it, I realized it was because I don't have a notebook to draw in, and then cause myself to want to draw more.

I now ask myself this: "Is it worth it? Are my notes really better on the computer?" The answer, in short, is no.

Long answer: I don't need any more distractions. If I'm drawing in my notes, I'm still able to consistently listen to what's being said. On the computer, I'm reading, I'm writing, I'm searching. It's a lot of thinking, thinking that takes up my short attention span's entirety. Very bad. While I should be listening to a lecture about Voltaire, I'm reading webcomics and getting angry at Activision. I'd say it's time to stop taking notes on my computer. More doodles!

I've been giving out lists. I'll keep it up. This one is a little bit topical. You'll probably get it.

Games Activision is Most Likely to Make in the Future
F) Guitar Hero 53
U) Call of Duty: Hey Look, I Have a Gun!
C) Kazoo Hero
K) Tony Hawk: Hospitalized Skater
A) Prototype: Empty Promises, Shattered Dreams
C) Bagpipe Hero
T) Guitar Hero: Jonas Brothers (you know it's coming)
I) Bluesgrass Hero: Milkjug Edition
V) Call of Duty: Modern World of Warcraft
I) Call of Duty: Death of Infinity Ward
S) Pan Flute Hero (Why do I feel like that would be cool?)
I) "$100 Peripheral" Hero
O) Call of Duty: Battle of the Bands
N) The last one isn't even a game. It costs $200, and when you put it in your Xbox 360, a picture of Jesus flipping you off pops up.

I really f***ing hate Activision.

The song of the day (if you haven't noticed, it's always in the title):
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

Look it up on grooveshark.com

*Activision is the most evil company in the world

Back To Save The Universe

Remember how I said this blog would update sporadically? I didn't even anticipate this level of sporadic.

Either way, let's get down to business. I didn't update because I've been stressed out (college and transferring will do that to you). That's all I'm going into, because it's boring and such to complain (I hate my life, like, OMG, you have no idea)*. Seriously, no one likes a whiner.

Whatever happened to yo-yo-ing? This is a dead serious question, mind you. I mean, come on. it's an extremely fun hobby, not that expensive, and it's pretty easy to get into. There are yo-yos that automatically come back, so you can't complain that you can't learn how to yo-yo because you can never bring it back. The automatic ones are there so you learn the feel of the yo-yo.

I yo-yo (obviously). And I feel comfortable enough with my skills to do so in public. Because of this, I've come to realize something: People are FASCINATED by any amount of skill or control with a yo-yo. It is extremely weird, as I've been doing it for so long that bringing the thing back literally is a second nature/reflex. I cannot, and refuse to attempt to, fathom why people cannot bring the thing back. It's LITERALLY a flick of the wrist. LITERALLY! If you can't bring a really good yo-yo back, get the freaking beginner one and learn how! People ask me to show them how to yo-yo, and I do. They're still amazed.

Now, I'm not complaining about the amazement. Having a yo-yo and any small amount of skill with it is an excellent way to make friends and pick up ladies (or gentlemen, whatever you're into, I won't judge). But seriously, why can't you bring it back? It's not that hard to know, you can feel the tension in the string change. It takes practice.

Whoa, that almost became a rant. I'm not Foamy, so I'm not pulling that (if you don't know who Foamy is, he's a (cartoon) squirrel that rants).

One last thing about yo-yos: If they made "Wii Yo-Yo," I bet no one would be able to do it.

OTHER THINGS!

I said last time that lists are fun. Since no one comments right now, I don't know what else to list. So here's a list of things that begin with the letter "A" in no particular order.

A) Aardvark

A) Argyle Sweater Vest

A) Apple

A) Anti-Matter

A) Arbiter

A) Arch-Duke Ferdinand

A) Alligators

A) Anne Boleyn

A) Algebraic

A) Adventure Time

I think that's enough "A" words.

Wait: A) Airbag (the Radiohead song).

That's good. Yeah. That's real nice (creepy).

Anyway, today I'm going to advertise for Radiohead a little. They're my favorite band ever. The Song of the Day, interestingly enough, is "Airbag." I like everything they do.

That's all. If you read this, comment. I need ideas for future lists.

(* = Sarcasm)