not even kidding

Fighting the Good Fight

2006-12-23T01:58:00.000-05:00

I know it's been a while since I've last written. I truly have no reason except pure laziness. Well that and the fact that my semester was coming to and end and needed to study for finals. Ok, I guess it was pure laziness. First things first. Turns out my thoughts on the OSU-Michigan game were pretty wrong. The game was a lot closer than I had thought. But oh well, Buckeyes are still going to be the National Champs. Suck it Florida. I'm pretty sure there's a rule somewhere, in the bylaws of sports or something, that says two teams from the same state cannot win a championship in the same season. Let alone the same school. (see NCAA '06 basketball tournament for those who are confused)
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A few quick thoughts:

Reasons why being home from college is sweet-
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Reasons why not being home from college is sweet-
1) the beer
2) no parents
3) no job
4) the beer
5) the occasional vodka
6) the walking around naked
7) the chicken pitas with lettuce, onions, and ranch sauce
8) the girls (most of whom pretend to be friends with me so i give them beer)
9) my roommate's bowlcut - he's a little young but he pays rent so he stays
10) mostly the drinking
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Bears to Super Bowl LXI (I think those Roman numerals are correct. 41 right?) With or without good Rexy, with or without Tank, with or without the dominating D, with or without the backing of Chicago's sportswriters and national writers alike, DA BEARS will be shuffling into and out of Miami.
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MTV actually has some good shows on it. From 3 South, to Viva La Bam, to the early Punk'd, now to Rob & Big. Well done MTV. Now if only you could cancel Laguna Beach. And TRL. Thanks.
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Now that the Christmas season is finally upon us, although it started in early September in some stores this year, I would like to share some holiday cheer from some customers at my work.
Customer #1: "Tis the season"
Customer #2: "Ya well fuck your season. And fuck you too.
C1: "You wanna take this outside buddy?"

It was at this part that several female observers, possibily wives or lady friends or even just frightened old ladys intervened and broke things up. I could only chuckle as Customer #1 began to walk outside and Customer #2 shouted out to him "MERRY CHRISTMAS ASSHOLE"
It truly is the season.
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Oh, and if anyone is actually wondering, my family and I have big plans for Christmas Eve. There should be more than a few stories from this after the holidays. Merry Christmas to all.

The State of O-H I-O

2006-11-18T14:29:00.000-05:00

Living in Ohio for the past year and a half has taught me a few things: winters in Ohio are colder than Chicago, the Browns are horrible yet loved by everyone, and Ohio St. football may be even bigger than the Brownies. With these things in mind, here is what's happening around Ohio this weekend: 3:30 pm Michigan at Ohio St. and then tomorrow at 1 pm Pittsburgh Steelers at the Browns. Pretty much if OSU and the Brownies both win, the state of Ohio will be no more. The sate and everyone in it will internally combust. I cannot relate how much people are looking forward to these games. I myself, a devout Chicago sports fan, can't help but get so fucking excited for today's game (I don't give a fuck about the browns/steelers game though, GO BEARS). So today I am going to do something I have never done. I'm going to try to live blog the buckeye-wolverine game. I have no idea how things will turn out or if I even do it for the whole game. But here goes nothing.

2:29 PM- I open my third beer of the afternoon. While I have the Indiana-Purdue game on right now, I am not paying attention to it. I am currently rocking out to the Kinks You Really Got Me. Countdown for the game of the universe sits at 59 minutes.

2:32 PM- I flip over to the Harvard-Yale game on WGN. Unfortunately they do not have the countdown for the game of the millennium like ABC, ESPN, ESPN2, and even ESPN Classic does. Fucking Ivy league. Number of black players in the game right now: 2. Number of black players in the Indiana-Purdue game: 12. Number of lights in Harvard Stadium: ZERO. How can Harvard not have any lights in their stadium? They have to have one of the highest alumni donations in the country but they can't afford lights. Sounds like everything isn't all that its cracked up to be in Cambridge, MA.

2:39 pm- I get an instant message from my little cousin. 9 years old. Of course he's rooting for Michigan. His reasoning: "people always want a #2 team to beat a #1 team." I tell him that this is not always true and his response: "duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." Oh to be 9 again.

2:54 PM- As if you all already didn't know, The Strokes are a badass band. If you haven't heard their newest album First Impressions of Earth, then do yourself a favor and go buy it/download/borrow it from a friend and "accidentally" forget to give it back. Yup, it's that damn good. Countdown to the game of the ages is at 33 minutes.

3:00 pm- I discover that Esteban is on the Home Shopping Network selling "personalized or non-personalized guitars." For those of you unaware of Esteban, he is a master of the guitar. And by the way, the personalized guitars are signed by Esteban. The difference in the signed and unsigned guitars: $30. And I was just informed that Esteban was one of the few people in the world who studied under Se Golvia in Spain, a world reknowned(spell check) guitar virtuoso. So if that doesn't change your mind, then nothing will.

3:10 pm- I open my fourth beer. I'm not sure which is more shocking: the fact that I took 4o minutes to drink a beer or the fact that the beer was still cold all the way to the end.

Times and plans have changed. Instead of sitting in my room and watching the game, I have been conned into going downstairs and watching it on the big screen. So my live-blogging promise has already ended. Before the game even started. Who knows, I might make my way up here during halftime or so but am not promising anything. Until next time. GO BUCKEYES
OSU 34 Michigan 17

The Rest of My Summer and some other things

2006-11-06T16:55:00.000-05:00

As I promised, yes I have come out of my hiatus and returned. I realize that my 5 month break probably didn't help me in keeping any of the few readers that I did have. So here's to finding new readers. Since the last thing I talked about was returning home after my first year of college, I guess I should pick it up from there.

Here's a timeline of my summer:
May 5th - roughly the beginning of July: I worked at a semi-cool job, making pretty shitty money, while not doing a lot of associating with my friends from home. I worked at a cashier at a local grocery store. It is kind of cool, except for the whole part where I have to deal with the customers. Now don't get me wrong, there are some cool customers. But mostly they are dicks. I'll break down the comparisons a little more:

The elderly- most are regulars which I got to know. But this wasn't always a good thing. There are the cool ass old guys who seem like they would be the coolest grandpas and then there would be the "I-hate-technology-and-everything-new-and-especially-refrain-from-being-a-decent human-being type of old guys. Guys who bitch about credit cards, and ATM machines, and then take 15 minutes to find enough cash in their massive wallets. They don't mind wasting other people's time and more than likely, the do it for pleasure. Sick bastards they are
the middle aged (30-50)- this is where you find the psychotic coupon lovers. Most of them are women but I have seen a few guys do it too. Anyways, they scour every goddamn newspaper they can find and snip every single coupon from them. It doesn't matter if the coupon is for a free car wash in December, they will cut it out. Along with the coupons, they know exactly how much their items cost. And they have me slow down to make sure the computer or I don't make a mistake. Like I could ever do such a thing. I swear to Him, this one lady brought in over 3o coupons one time. By the time I scanned them all, the store owed her money. Then there are the people who bring their kids with. You can tell that these people envy me and my carefree life. They try to chat a little bit with me but it's hard when they have Hannah, Brett, and Timmy tugging on their legs and trying to get them to buy candy. It's pretty much in and out for them. Well, unless they have coupons.
the rest- these are the hot bitches, the little kids who pay in change, the college kids, the groups of 17 friends who all find it necessary to come inside for just one pack of gum.

So you see, being a cashier isn't all that its cracked up to be. Sure, we get to steal the change and some candy now and then, and I do get a 5% discount. But totally not worth it. Yet this is how I spent my summer working.

July 1-July 9: Easily the greatest week of the summer. I flew back to Akron and visited my friends from school for the week. Lots of sleeping, lots of alcohol, lots of fireworks, met some new friends, and maybe a few stories that I will no doubt never live down. But more on this trip another time.

July 10-pretty much the rest of the summer: Worked, slept, hung out with friends. Was supposed to go to Lollapalooza but never ended up buying tickets. Went to one Sox game with my sisters. They won. Had a good time at my block party. Drank beer and played flip cup in the street with my family and friends. And pretty much just waited for school to start up again.

August 24th: I came back to glorious Akron, Ohio. I moved into a new place. Met up with the friends I had missed. And drank some beers. I was back in the place I loved. And it felt good. Damn Good

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That was my summer, in a very short 6 or so paragraphs. I promise to add in some more details as time goes by. Until then, I have some things on my mind. First thing is static electricity. Now don't get me wrong here. Static electricity is fun if you use it to make a balloon stick to your head or a wall. Or if you purposely drag your feet on the carpet and then sneak upon a friend/coworker/little kid/teacher/girl you know from Facebook but she doesn't return your 'pokes' and shock them. I'm all for that. But when I wake up in the morning, shuffle my feet across the carpet, reach the door knob and feel a jolt of electricity, I am not happy. Especially when this happens to be at 8:37 am.
Another thing I don't like is being sick. If anyone has a cure for the common cold, I would love to hear it. There's nothing worse than trying to go to sleep but since your nose is clogged up, you have to breathe out your mouth. And then during the night, your mouth gets all dry and gets pretty uncomfortable. Also, your roommate is constantly snoring and your efforts to shake the bed (bunk beds) to wake him up fail. Truly nothing worse than that. Unless you wake up and get that shock of static electricity.

more to come

2006-11-06T11:46:00.000-05:00

I'm writing this to let you know that I will be writing again. I would start now, but since i have class in about 20 minutes, i guess it will have to wait until after. Have no fear. I'M BACK

turns out there still are some readers

2006-06-16T00:27:00.000-05:00

i had all but long forgotten about this. school ended and i packed all my shit up and brought it home, and when i did, i put my computer in my room. to make a short story long, i don't have internet access in my room so i lost all of my bookmarks. i know this osunds lame but it s true. and these bookmarks included my own blog. i realize this is the worst excuse in the history of excuses, but its true. oh, and also because i forgot about it. and even though i haven't written anything in a good month or so, it turns out that i do have fans out there (i use plural becuase the email i got had two people in it). so without further adue (spell check that), heres my life since college ended.

the night before i was set to leave, my parents drove up so we could leave early the next morning. seeing that it was the last night of my freshman year of college, i had to drink. and seeing that i was drinking heavily and my parents were in town......i think we all know where this is heading. and if you don't, i'm going to tell you so you won't feel left out. yes, i called my parents up and told them to come join in the feastivities with me and my friends. and like any other irish catholics, they obliged. and of course, they were a hit. picture this, your mom (just because you don't know what my mom looks like , well i hope you don't) surrounded by 15-20 college aged kids, drinking a NATTY LIGHT. yes, my mom drank natty with me. and so did my dad, but thats not surprising. my mom is a lady who can and does get tipsy off one and a half wine coolers (pina colada of course). so ya, the last night before i would go home for the summer, i was drinking with my parents. and people wonder why college is so great......

needless to say, the 5 hour drive home the next morning wasn't the best of times. not only did my mom witness me making out with some girl (which is just gross, the fact that my mom saw, not making out with girls), but i was tired and hungover a little, AND said girl that i was making out with ended up stealing a pair of my shorts (more on this later). and of course, mom being mom, decided to give me the good ol' sex talk.

mom: "you know i saw you and that brown-haired girl swapping spit last night"
me: swapping spit?? who even says that anymore?"
mom: "i do, and its true"
me: "..uh...this is wierd"
dad: "pammy, just leave the boy alone. he did good"

and it went on from there, but you get the picture. i guess mom forgot that i'm 19 and not 18. jeez, i totally know how everything is run and how to treat girls. duh. and dad totally had my back. now back to how i lost those shorts....

as it turns out, girls don't appreciate it when you leave their room at 5 am ( i had to pack for the next day). and to show you how much they don't like it, they refuse to tell you where they put your shorts that they took from the other week. i dunno if any of this is true or not.....a guy i know told me. but all in all, my last night as a college freshman will be forever ingrained in the minds of me and those of my lucky friends who got to experience my parents firsthand. and with a beer in the other.

and to those of you who don't beleive me, here they are:

you can clearly see the natty light in her hand!!

i can feel the love

2006-05-03T00:17:00.000-05:00

then end of the semester is quickly advancing on us. finals are this week and next for some. thsi only means one thing, time to go back home. for some this might be a godsend, but for others, like myself, this is going to be hard. i came to school in OH and i didn't know one goddamn person. but when i thinking of leaving all the people i've met here, it sucks. tongiht, as i was working on a project (aka looking at facebook) i noticed that i had been invited to join a group. ok sweet, i love groups. the title of this particular group you ask.......KEEP JOD IN OHIO. now i don't know if any of you know who JOD is, but its me. my bestest friend decided to immortalize me by making a group about keeping me here. now for some people, this might make them a little shy or whatever, but fuck that, i'm going to take this for all i can get. imagine this at a party this weekend

me "hey can i get a beer"
friend 1 "hey fuck you, go get your own"
me "you know this is my last weekend here right?"
friend "oh shit, here you go, you want 2 maybe 3"

yes, i will use this to get favors from people, both objective and sexual. lets hope for the latter. so to all of you who think you are something, you aren't shit until you've had a facebook group created in your honor*

*it doesnt count if you make it yourself, or even tell peopel to make it. becasue thats just sad

nextel phones

2006-04-16T23:52:00.000-05:00

honestly, is there anything in the whole world that is more annoying than these fuckin phones. not counting Cubs fans of course. is it just me or is the hwole idea of a cell phone so that people can have private conversations where ever they want. i guess the honchos over at nextel ddin't get this memo. these phones allow people to use their phones as walkie talkies. you all know that you've been in line for that porno at the movie store or in some restaurant when all of a sudden you hear that annoying ass noise. the little chirp thing or whatever the fuck it is. you would think that these people would use common courtesy and talk normally on them, without other people having to hear the whole conversation. sure, some people like to know that tina's cousin's neighbor got caught running an S&M business out of her house, but some don't. i personally would fall in with the first group on this, but this is a rarity.
i was on an airplane today and while we were waiting our turn on the runway, some fucker was talking on his nextel. not only was the captain informing eveyone what was happening and no one could hear anything but the guy was talking about the dumbest shit. i'm pretty sure i heard the words "clay aiken isn't that bad" come out of the guys mouth. now if and when i talk about the former American Idol star, i try to say it as low as possible so no one can hear me. but seriously, next time u hear that annoying chirp and then can recite the whole conversation verbatim, do us all a favor and give the owner of the phone a swift punch in the babymaker.
two posts in one night, i must really love doing this. or its becuase i haven't written anything in a while. who knows.

bible night

2006-04-16T23:18:00.000-05:00

so since i returned home this past weekend for the first time since january, me and my family decided to do what any normal family would....we made shirts and drank beer. but this was no ordinary night. no my friends, this was BIBLE NIGHT

you see, a couple months ago, both my sisters went back home and they decided to have a theme to go along with the drinking. so they chose russian night. now me not being able to attend this made me mad and possibly a little jealous. maybe not as much jealous as heartbroken. so since i was triumphantly returning home, we needed a new theme. and the first though tthat came to my mind was actually jeopardy! night. my family loves jeopardy, but i swear we dont keep score or anything like that. and we dont award 2 points for getting the daily double right and we sure as hell dont have to write out final jeopardy or anything because that would just be really wierd. and also very phycotic of us. but then i realized that my family has 5 people and jeopardy! only has 4. (the judges dont count, you cant see them) so bible night was born. it was decided that i would be Ezekiel, my sisters would be Cain and Abel, my mom would be Goliath, my dad would be Judas for betraying us, and the dog would be Donkey (the one Jesus rode in on Palm Sunday, duh. what other donkey is there??) so we made shirts and everything. this of ocurse would be mine. this is the back and i thought the number was a nice touch.

this would be my mom/Goliath. little did we know that in about 1 hour and 2 beers later, she would go inside and draw a Jesus beard on with her mascara?? pencil. gotta love moms.

older sister katie. she wanted to be Cain so she could kill our other sister. sounds like a good enough reason for me.

this would be my dad, or Judas. we gave him that name becasue he "betrayed" us by having to get up the next day and go to work. we were mad that we couldn't drink with our daddy. this is a feeling that most children go through during bible night, or so i've heard

other sister keri. aka the one to be murdered. as you can see by the blood stains, the act already happened. but don't worry, the only thing that was murdered on this night were those 2 cases of miller light. oh, and that midget that we found peeking in on us. he met his untimely death at the hands of goliath. who knew she was capable of such things.

on the front of all the shirts, we also had a slogan, but unfortunately i didn't snap a photo of this but have no fear, i remember it. it goes as follows:
10 Commandments
7 Sacraments
2 Cases
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1 Good Time

if you think about it, you all know its a pretty fuckin badass slogan. hold your applause though, i can't take all the credit, just most of it.

as promised, here is the pic of my mom and sister/ hoboes we found. i'll let you all determine which is which. as you can tell, we like to go all out on Bible Nights. so there you have it, Bible night in a nutshell. if anyone else has any ideas for a new theme party, i'm all ears. or eyes, whatever.

anarchy in class

2006-04-06T11:54:00.000-05:00

so here's my dilemna: when it was time to sign up for classes this semester, i decided to take human relations. i had no idea what this was but i figured that since i'm (mostly) human i could pass this class. little did i know that this class dealt mainly with psychology and those matters i.e. Frued, Maslow, heirarchy of needs, etc. since the class is only 8 weeks, everything is crammed together so for the first test, it covered 4 chapters. Good, Great, GRAND! so the last class before spring break (the test was the week after break) the teacher gave us a study guide. this fucker was just a list of terms and names, most of which i had never heard before. this list covered almost 2 full pages. but since i had about 2 weeks before the test, i figured i could fill them all in and study and be all good

fastforward to two days before the class when i remeber about the test. of course i had done nothing over break except drink LEGALLY in canada and ILLEGALLY in the US. (try Stella beer, you can thank me later) so its monday and the test is wednesday. fuck. so i start typing out all of these terms and their definitions and whatnot. 3 hours later i am only done with 1 and a half chapters. again, fuck. so tuesday, i spend a good 4 more hours just finishing my10 PAGE study guide. i look at the clock and its 10:30 pm before i even start studying. i spend the next 3 hours learning MaCrae's and Costa's "Big Five", the 13 ways to cope with stress, and a whole bunch of other bullshit that i will probably forget after i start drinking tonight. so after 3 hours, i'm dead so i decide to wake up 3 hours before my class starts in the morning so i can study some more.

not a good idea. after staying up so late then getting up so early, i could barely function in the morning. point is, i didn't get too much more studying in. so of course i feel that im going to fuck up the test and fail it. but who doesn't feel like that. i stroll into class and the teacher hands me the test: 24 multiple choice and 5 essays for a total of 50 points, not too bad but still a big chunk of my grade. 20 minutes after i sit down, i'm all done with it. i even went back and checked all of my answers. i'm relieved that it was a lot easier than i thought but pissed that i spent a good 10 hours making the study guide and studying when i didn't really have to. so i go up and hand in the test. i give her my test and head towards the door.
"uh John"
i turn around, "ya"
"where you going?"
"leaving, i finished already"
"oh no, after the tests are done i'm going to start lecturing on the next chapters"
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"John, JOHN! get up, are you ok?"
"ya, i just thoguht i hear you say you were gunna start the next chapter after we just finished this one"
"ya i did"

this is only my 2nd semester of college but i have never heard of this before. here's how things are supposed to go: don't study for test, take it and ace it, hand it in and head home to do illegal things on my computer (only kidding FBI) i'm not sure if anyone has ever had this happen to them but this shit better not happen again. this is pretty much all i have to talk about. rereading this, it doesn't really sound too interesting, but in my head it did. and really, that's all that matters to me. oh, and you guys are really important to me too. (brownie points for that)

words will never do this enough justice

2006-03-23T00:59:00.000-05:00

As the title suggests, these words will never do the justice that this deserves...but i will try.

Its a cold day, even though its supposedly the 2nd or even the 3rd day of spring. goddamn liars. i saw snow flurries today. but on with the story. me and my friend marcus just got out of class. its our fire safety in building design and construction class a.k.a it sounds really hard but it is such a waste of time. so we just finish taking the test, which took all of 13 mintues to complete, and marcus decides to call his roommate to come pick us up. come on, its cold out, theres flurries, we just took a test, our minds are mush. ok, so we're lazy. so we go out by the door and wait for his friend. by the way, this was the conversation they had on the phone (he told me after he hung up)
marcus: "hey man what you doing right now?"
friend:" nothin really why"
marcus:"you wanna come pick me up from my class?"
friend:" ya, let me put some pants on"

mind you, this phone call occurred at roughly 5:30 pm. i can only wonder why he did not have pants on. but lets not get sidetracked.

so we're waiting inside by the doors, which are all glass and whatnot. so we're talking about what a joke the class is and shit. then out of the corner of my eye, i see it. i look over at marcus, he sees it too and is ready. this ragedy looking black man (good description i know) is walking towards us. but he doesnt come in the doors. he calmly walks over to the ash cans (not sure if thats the right term, but the cans that people put ciagarettes into. they have the gravelly shit in there. you all understand right??) so he goes to the cans and starts sifting through the discarded butts. hehe, ya i just typed out butts. and to my astonishment, he picks one up, then another, and another and puts them in his pocket. then he walks to the other can and does the exact thing. now i'm not sure how things in Akron work, but in Chicago where i'm from, i've never seen people do this. me and marcus are stunned by this mans blatant disreguard for anything. he surely had to see us staring at him. he surely had to know that other people had already smoked those. he surely had to know that he was going to get maybe 2 puffs out of them. but it didnt matter to him. so after snatching a good 6 used cigarettes, he calmly continues on his way oblivious to our horror-stricken faces in the windows.

i can finally say that i can die a happy man. until you have seen a man steal, no not steal. no one wanted them anymore, he took them. until you see a man take used cigarettes from an ash thing, you have yet to live my friends. and thats the good word. (last line stolen from the Colbert Report)

my thursday schedule (tentative)

2006-03-16T01:04:00.000-05:00

11:45- wake up for 12:15 class
11:47- decide i'm not going to class but rather will watch the first game of the ncaa tournament and probalby all of them
11:48- will sign on my computer and go right to my facebook page to see if i've gotten any sweet messages
12:02- i will proceed over to myspace and scour that for a good 15 minutes.
12:17- i will turn on cbs and proceed to listen to greg gumbel's last minute cinderella and final four picks.
12:18- i will change my bracket for the 27th time in the past 24 hours believing that greg gumbel knows more than me
12:20- i will watch the tipoff of the seton hall/wichita st. in which i will wildly root for witchita st.
12:47- it will finally be halftime of the SH-WS game and even though 39 other games will be going on too, i will reluctantly head over to robs, the shitty cafeteria on campus.
1: 03- i will be shitting my brains out. im pretty sure rob's laces their food in laxatives (too much??)
1:18- finally get out in time to catch witchita st. pull out the win
1:20-7 or so- i will sit in my room and watch about 6 straight hours of college basketball and will get pissed over teams like Iona, murray st., and others. (from 2:15- 3:55 i may go to class. it depends on how i'm doing in my bracket and how awsome the games are. decisions, decisions.)
7:30- once this time rolls around, it will be time for an entirley different sport. one that combines not only my love for baseball but also the great RED WHITE AND BLUE. of course im referring to the world baseball classic game pitting USA vs. lowly mexico. due to the victory from the koreans tongiht, we still have a chance to advance. i swear, tongiht will be the one and only time that i cheered for korea. no offense though, its just that i'm really not a fan of korea, north or south. so if a-rod, jeter, the rocket, and v-tek can put it all together, the usa should beat our southernly neighbors and advance to the semi finals. before this tournament started, i didnt think i would pay attention to it, but it has sucked me in. when we lost to our hockey playing, maple leaf loving, wierd accent talking, northernly neighbors, i was so pissed, eh. so instead of wathcin the ncaa tourny, i instead will be cheering on the red, white, and blue. because if we lose to mexico.....(shaking my fist). this is probably around the same time that i will start drinking. and drinking.

the night will most likely be a blur from here. if everything goes right (i.e. US wins and my bracket is doing sweet, it will be a badass night.)
12:01 am friday- i will give cheers to anyone and everyone i see. i will gleefully show my irish pride in being that it will officially be st. patty's day. you could say i'm a little excited for this day. i mean, it's not like i went to the thrift store and bought a green suit to wear or anything. oh wait, I DID. and only paid $6 for it. thats 2 points for me: 1 for being irish and one for getting a suit for $6.

so if all goes well and i dont die on st. patty's day, the jury is still out on this (i.e. God), i will let all know how my thursday went. good luck to all in their pools (except if your in mine, then suck it and die bitches). root for USA, and san diego st. over indiana, i'm feeling an upset. also, GO IRISH people and happy st. pattys day!

I'm such a loving person

2006-03-03T14:53:00.000-05:00

I know i've been doing a bunch of lists lately, so here's another one. i've been writing these down in my classes over the past couple of days, and right now i have 2 sheets filled up. so no more waiting, here it is:

THINGS I HATE by me
~i hate it when i bring all of my laundry shit down to the basement from the 10th floor and all of the washers are already in use.
~i hate it when the change machine for said laundry machines gives me nickels and dimes when the machines only accept quarters.
~i hate it when the teacher is about to let us out of class but some fucker decides to ask 30 more questions thereby making the whole class stay an extra 10 minutes.
~i hate it when i wake up at 9 in the morning just to take a tour of the library.
~i hate the Cubs, Packers, Pistons, Cowboys, Yankees, Indians, Vikings, Twins, Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa.
~i hate it when people compare basketball players to MJ i.e. Kobe and Lebron.
~i hate rolling bookbags.
~i hate littering and people who do it.
~i hate it when people don't say thank you after someone holds the door for them.
~i hate it when people take the elevator to the 2nd or 3rd floors.
~i hate it when people hate on eating dry ramen even though they've never tried it. (you know who you are)(( i realize i used 'hate' twice in this one, but i cant think of a different word to use.))
~i hate it when people smoke near me.
~i hate it when i shoot 1 for 10 in basketball on my team loses by 15.
~i hate it when its cold and rainy out which in turn makes me sick.
~i hate it when i get slivers from the tray my keyboard sits on.
~i hate it when tv has tests from the Emergency Broadcasting System and then makes that annoying beeping noise.
~i hate it when i do my laundry and i later find out that someone has stolen my 'karate guy with an afro' shirt. guy doing karate with an afro, not something seen all too often.
~i hate it when people ask questions like 'what would you do if you found out your best friend was a robot?'. and they are being serious.
~i hate it when people leave 1/2 a case of beer in the fridge then get mad at me when i drink it. never leave a beer behind.
~i hate it when we have story time and people tell about the time they got their leg stuck in a hole. it just isn't funny.
~i hate it when the food in my room consists of pretzels and applesauce. (i finished the ramen last night)
~i hate it when people don't know the movies that i quote. friggin' idiots.
~i hate it when my sister gets mad at me for wanting to come home for the first time in 4 months. i know you want to see me, just admit it.
~i hate it when i'm under the influence and people ask me for beer. i'm a selfish sonofabitch and i know this. you should too.
~i hate it when my neighbor's alarm goes off at 6 pm. and every fucking time, he isn't there to turn it off. he obviously doesnt know the proper use for an alarm clock.
~i hate it when my roommate goes to bed at midnight and i have to turn off all the lights and the tv or music. thank God for iPod.
~i hate it when i'm not able to eat cereal at least twice a day.
~i hate it when i dont study for a test, then i take it, think i failed it, but then i end up getting an 'A' on it. oh wait, thats supposed to be on my 'things i fucking love' list.
~i hate it when I'm reading someone's blog and it isn't funny at all. i'm assuming this what all of you are thinking right now.

who knew?

2006-02-27T18:33:00.000-05:00

i've just discovered a startling new revelation. Smarties, the circular candies made of absolute greatness, do NOT make you smarter. but they taste damn good. that is all.

why i love my sisters

2006-02-22T16:14:00.000-05:00

as you all may know, or most of you probably dont know, i have two older sisters. hear that, thats the sound of everyone reading this saying "goddamn, that has to suck." and you know what, it doesnt. well it does, but for the purpose of this post, having two sisters does not suck. sure they may tell me to cut my hair, to put some pants on every so often, to get rid of my stuffed animals, tell me to stop listening to the soundtrack to RENT, but do i listen.....most of the time. except for the pants, going pantless is pretty sweet. especially at family parties and church. but lets keep moving here. sisters are cool because, for one they cant beat me up like an older brother would, they bring over their friends (some of which are pretty cool). so heres some reasons why i love my sisters ( i know its a lame list thing again, but its my only idea, just go with i) :

they never hesitate to bring up embarassing memories of me. whether it be the cole slaw story or me wanting to become an elephant or a zebra, when the time is necassarry, they are always there to talk about them.
they never fail to "forget" to buy me a birthday present. and when they finally "remember" its already june, and my birthday is in january.
they are always there to ask to borrow money from me. what good sisters they are.
they never miss an oppourtunity to tell me i have failed in life since i decided to join a fraternity in college. we're not typical frat guys, we're way cooler.
they ( read: my 21 year old sister) will always pay up when we bet on NIU-Akron football games. by the way (i know your going to read this), you still owe me that case of Natty.
they (my other sister) never fails to scare the shit out of me when she drives. in consecuative days, she almost got us into an accident...at the same intersection. i know you're going to read this too, it was at 115th and pulaski, over the summer i beleive. thanks for that.
they (katie) never fails to call me up during the super bowl and ask me my opinion on whether ben was over the goal line. (he was)
they (keri) never fails to ask me all sorts of baseball questions while we are at the SOX game. asking about foul balls and whatnot. thanks for helping me keep up on my baseball knowledge.
they never forget to play the music loud as hell when I'm trying to sleep. not only do they play it on the computer which my room is directly over, but they never forget to turn the stereo up really loud, which is right next to my room.
they (keri) never forgets to play the piano when im trying to sleep. this is also right next to my room.
they (keri) always remembers to wake me up by having the dog jump on my bed. best wake up calls ever.
they never fail to wake me up when we are vaction, by shaking me and saying "J, come on get up, time for school." this happened during every summer vacation trip.
they never forget to tell me to cut my hair. saying i have a "gutter" because my hair flips up. it bodes well for my self conscious.
they (katie) never failed to fuck up the family cars. on the day i took her to get her license (yes i took my sister, who is 2 years older than me, to get her license) she scratched the car agaisnt the garage while backing out. then one time as she was backing down the driveway, she didnt miss her chance to hit the fence post and shatter the mirror. also, when driving down our street, she didnt fail to get too close to the parked cars and shatter the other mirror. i never told the parents, jsut hope that they dont read this (hi mom and dad)
they (katie) still play baseball with me in the backyard even thoguh we were both well too old to be playing in our driveway. she never missed an oppourtunity to hit our neighbor's window and have him come outside and yell at us.
they (katie) never wastes an oppourtunity to tell me that she will "throw up all over me", while we are eating at chili's no less
they didnt mind driving 45 minutes with me just so we could see napoleon dynamite in theater. yep, we saw it before it was cool.
they didnt mind buying me presents from when they were in ireland. katie got me my drinking hat and keri apparently got me a shirt from her school, but has yet to give it to me. (see #2)
they didnt mind buying 40s so we could all get wasted at home one time before we all went back to school. im not sure who paid but i know i didnt.
they have no problem with drunk dialing me when they are together. and they even like to talk to my friends, and put their lame friends on the phone with me.

last one, i promise, and the 21st reason why i love my sisters..... because i have to. i mean, who doesnt love their families, its basically a rule. and by god, i f you break that rule......(shaking my fist) so these are the reasons why i love mis hermanas. there may be more reasons but most likely there are less.

help

2006-02-16T17:29:00.000-05:00

if anyone knows how to make a list or columns, i would greatly appreciate the info. i realize that my last blog is like 30 yards long. not too cool. so if anyone can help, please do.

manly vs. gay

2006-02-16T13:30:00.000-05:00

first off, im sorry to all of my loyal readers out there (read: my sister), i know it's been over a week since i last wrote. i started to write one on sunday night i think but i get easily distracted (read: i was lazy and didnt want to write). but hopefully this post will make up for all of last week (read: its a horrible idea and i just hope that you all dont hate me after wasting your time by reading it).

i recently came across this article and was amazed by it. so i did the natural thing, i decided to make my own version of the list. it is a list of 50 things that are considered 'manly' and 50 things considered 'gay'. its a great idea, i know.

MANLY:

tossing dirty and clean clothes in the same pile, on the floor
Tom Petty
getting new carpet rather than cleaning the old one
monster trucks
backyard football games in the rain and snow
ESPN, ESPN 2, ESPN CLASSIC, ESPNNEWS, ESPNU, History Channel, Discovery Channel
tatoos
paying in cash
poker and blackjack
drinking beer
Robert DeNiro
Godfather 1 & 2
ankle socks
snot rockets
tool belts
rolling stops at stop signs
black ink pens
dead plants in flower pots
changing a tire
Harley Davidson motorcycles
beef jerky
fishing with the boys
choosing "dare"
jock itch
patting a teammate's ass during a game
Nike
playing pool
skinned knees and othe cuts
scars
big dogs
wearing boxers
beards and 'staches
mocassins/slippers
betting on sports
listening to Dark Side of the Moon while watching Wizard of Oz
being Irish
laughing when u hear words like poo, penis, or boobs
maxing out at the bench press
wet t-shirt contests
Gatorade
taking the stairs
WWF
comedy movies
snowball fights
changing the oil
firefighters
swearing
speed boats
HEMI engines
basketball at the rec
using a chainsaw
hairy chests
paintballing
snowmobiles
burping contests
mowing the lawn
spitting
pocket knives
big screen TVs
Madden football
eating peanuts, including the shells
reading the newspaper
CB radios
superheroes
March Madness
sleeping

GAY:

folding clothes neatly
John Mellancamp
hardwood floors
minivans
watching tennis, even playing it
MSNBC, CNN, UPN, WB, PAX
talking about feelings
pierced ears
writing checks
any other card game besides poker and blackjack
drinking wine
Jake Gylenhall
using Kleenex
full 3 second stops at stop signs
blue ink pens
having a garden
calling AAA to help change a tire
Honda and Suzuki motorcycles
antiquing
one strap bookbags
choosing "truth"
Puma shoes
bowling
riding a bike with a helmet on (bicycle)
knee pads
small dogs
tighty whiteys
tanning
highlight or coloring hair
having a goatee
watching Wizard of Oz
being French
hikus
going on a diet
being a vegetarian
watching the Super Bowl for the commercials
Diet Coke or Pepsi
Powerade
taking the elevator
WCW
paying to download music
dramatic movies
coughing
lawyers
competitive swimming
using the word 'cuss'
sailboats
yoga
electric fireplaces
candles
geling hair
calling it 'soda'
throwing up
Chicago Cubs
colored contacts
popping your collar
paying parking tickets and fines
taking notes
wearing sweaters
CSI: NY

so this is my list. i realize that a couple of them are taken from the other list, but i really don't feel like checking them all out and deleting some. if anyone has any suggestions, and if i like the suggests, i'll gladly add them. enjoy.

a productive tuesday/ international visitors

2006-02-08T01:40:00.000-05:00

on tuesdays, i have three classes starting at 9:15, 12:15 and then at 2:15. today out of a total classtime of 4 hours and 15 minutes (so maybe i counted it all out), i spent no more than 15 minutes in class. awsome, i know. but my URL address should have already solidified this fact for you. but i'll be honest, i did not skip one class today. nope, i was a good boy. long story short, with 2 class cancelations and one fucked up hard drive, my 4 hours of class was whittled down to less than 15 minutes. which left me with one dilemna: should i use this time wisely and do some homework that i of course had left to the last minute, or should i waste antoher day? i'm pretty sure we all know what i ended up doing. yup, one sweet comeback in ncca march madness, one hour of scooby doo (and the mummy, too), and not one but two college basketball games. yup, isntead of writing my english proposal, i decided to take on the 14th ranked gonzaga bulldogs. they put up a good fight in the first half, even had me down by as many as 10 points. but the experience of my #1 ranked fighting illini came back and took the W back to champaign. and instead of writing my outline on fire codes in famous fires, i decided to watch some old school scooby doo. the bad guy was, as usual, the creepy worker at the museum of natural history. this 2000 year old mummy returned and when he looked at people, they turned to stone. turns out the mystery gang was just one step ahead of the mummy and his tricks. in the end, the creepy worker could have pulled it off if it weren't for those measely kids. (wayne's world reference anybody, the scooby doo ending?? no, no one got that one?) and of course, instead of starting on my 5 minute informative speech, i instead decided to watch tennessee beat kentucky in rupp arena for the first time in 9 years. i then watched tearfully as the # 2 ranked dukies again took down the tar heels of unc. why must duke always come out on top?? so all in all, i had a pretty tough day. i mean, i had to put the game into the ps2, replug in the controller when my roommate unplugged it. i then had to search through the channels until i found scooby and the gang. and at last, i had to wait until 7:00 for the 4 hours of college basketball to start. i'm so worn out from my day that im thinking about talking a 10 hour nap, or just going to bed.

so ive been noticing that i have been getting some visitors from across the big pond. and to this i say "hola" and "bonjour". now i have no idea if you speak these languages but since i just hello to you in these languages, i hope that you do. now if anyone from any other sweet countries wants to visit my site, i will be more than willing to say hello in your local language too. unless its like china or japan, cause i dont think ill be able to type those letters with my keyboard. but you are still welcome to visit. i just hope that one day i get on here and realize that someone from like uzbekistan or even jordan has visited my site because i imagine that would make me pretty happy.
fake friend #1: "hey john, why are you so happy today?"
fake friend #2: "ya what gives man?"
me:" you guys wouldnt understand. its a computer thing, really complicated shit"
ff1: "dude, u know we're computer technicians right?"
me: "ok then, on my blog today........i got a visitor from uzbekistan!!!!"
ff2: "and?"
me: "no, thats it. i have a reader in uzbeki. isnt that super cool guys??"
ff1 to ff2: "im glad we're not his real friends because this guy is a douche bag."
ff2 to ff1: "tell me about it. you wanna go drink some beer and maybe fuck some hookers?"
ff1 to ff2:" totally."
me: (calling out to them as they run away) "hey no thanks guys, i dont wanna go. i wanna see if my uzbekistani friend has come back"

and then im pretty sure this is when alex trebek, a god among men, will come up to me and cut off my manhood telling me i will never need it again. So again, i'm welcoming any and all international visitors. just remeber, if you are from uzbekistan or jordan, and you visit here, my week will be set and more than likely the entire month.

super bowl results/commercials

2006-02-06T02:41:00.000-05:00

first off, i have to say congrats to the pittsburgh steelers. they worked hard this season to come back from a 7-5 record to win XL. well done. your just lucky the bears didnt make it. the steelers would have had hell to pay when the bears beat their ass. just wait, next year. so i know all 6 of you seattle fans (seriously were there any seattle fans in detroit?) will just put all the blame on the refs. and you have a point, to an extent. maybe they did botch that big ben TD run (i think they got it right), maybe that was a phantom offensive pass interference call, and maybe every time seattle had a big play there was a penalty. football is played by humans and reffed by humans. everyone makes mistakes (what the fuck was the deal with mick jagger and his baby GAP shirt? i could feel his homosexual tendancies through the tv) so to all of you seattle fans, just go get another latte mochachina from starbucks, put on your raincoat or umbrella and read about how the refs "gave" the game to the steelers. so maybe big ben didnt have his best stuff this game, hes jsut lucky thaty he has two former college QBs as 2 of his recievers. all in all, a pretty boring first half but the second half picked up pretty well. by the by, my choice of rooting for the steelers in browns country didnt go too well with the people i was watching with. official count: # of beer cans/ chew tins/ pizza boxes thrown at the wall: over 40, # of beer cans thrown at me for cheering the steelers: 1 that missed (typical browns fan. even the fans cant hit an open reciever) ZINGGGG!!!!, # of commercials for which i laughed at: less than expected, # of times i yawned and almost fell asleep during the game: more than expected, # of times i heard people say "fuck the steelers' or ' i wish (insert steelers star player here) would break his neck": roughly 212.

there were a couple of sweet commercials this year. who knew they could make a razor with 5 blades?? and that budweiser one with the horses playing football and the sheep as a streaker was pure comic genius. and those ones about not not making snap judgements, for ameritrade i want to say, were pretty good. a couple extremely good ones but more than enough shitty ones. oh ya, and about the weather i was talking about, me and my dumbass spoke way too soon. it just so happened that this weekend was 3 days of nostop rain that turned into snow and is currently still snowing. great, i know.

super bowl and the weather

2006-02-03T15:43:00.000-05:00

since im pretty sure everyone was waiting for me to give my super bowl prediction, here it is. although i have no alliances or feelings towards other teams as i am a huge bears fan, i still have to root for the steelers. yes the hated rivals of the cleveland browns. and in ohio, this is not a popular choice for me to be doing. (that doesnt really make sense, but lets just say that with so many browns fans around, it might not be smart for me to root for the steelers) but since i can fuck up any browns fans, i will root for the team i choose. and i do have a reason for my choice. albeit that it may be childish, i feel it is a good enough reason. back in the early 90s, long time ago, i know, the steelers were led by a quarterback with the best last name in the history of the world. im of course talking about my own last name, o'donnell. yes, the steelers were led by none other than neil o'donnell. and neil did nothing less than lead the steelers to the super bowl where they suffered a heartbreaking loss to the dallas cowboys (whom i hate). so yes, for the sole reason that an o'donnell once quarterbacked the steelers, i shall root for them on sunday. selfish and egotistical??? not in the least. i just know that with an o'd on a team, they are bound to win. also, the seahawks are overrated and the steelers will dominate on D and big ben will tear apart the seahawks defense. i guess you could call me a football analyst since i gave so many knowledgable facts and figures about the teams. so heres what im thinking: steelers 27 seahawks 17. if you are a seattle fan, dont hate me. (at least not too much). i dont hate the seahawks, they just never had an o'd on the team (if they did, im unaware of this)

weather was never one of the good points of ohio. like IL and chicago, akron has 4 seasons every day. weather for the past 3 days ( i cant remember back too far) tuesday jan. 31st- i wake up and go outside in just sweatpants and a sweatshirt (classy, i know) but the weather did not cooperate with my clothes. turns out it was snowing and probably 30 degrees out. great for walking 10 minutes to class in. wednesday feb. 1st- my only class is at 5:20 at night, but all day, i was running around doing shit and it was nice as hell outside, probably in the upper 50s. so when it comes time for me to walk to class, it all of a sudden gets cold and starts raining. god i love the midwest. thursday feb. 2nd- i wake up for my 9:15 class and go outside in a sweatshirt and a jacket this time. turns out that it was pretty nice out, mid 50s again. so this time, instead of freezing my ass of on the snow, im sweating balls in the warmer weather. but then as i get ready to go to my 2:15 class, the weather once again turns. yes, it starts raining. and rain it does. the fucking rain didn't stop all night. again, great for walking to class in. so yes, if anyone knows how to change the weather to warmer temperatures i will pay a high price, but since i have no money, i would hope that we could barter for this. i have a friend that would more than likely be willing to give away sexual favors (male or female, he doesnt care) . zzzzzzzing!! but seriously, i hate this weather. either stay cold or stay warm.

since today is friday and i have no classes on fridays (i like to rub that in as much as possible) i basically have done nothing all day. and i dont plan on doing anything until about 8 or so, thats hwen the festivities start (read: drinking games). so yes, my fridays usually consist of me sitting in my room, sitting at my computer for a good 4 hours, just wasting time until its beer o'clock (8 pm). am i lazy for doing this?? hell no, i deserve the day off. if i dont post before sunday, GO STEELERS AND THEIR FORMER QUARTERBACK NIEL O'DONNELL.

pro-nunce-e-ayshon

2006-01-31T18:26:00.000-05:00

i was in my speech class today and we had to give speeches about our favorite childhood book (i choose danny and the dinosaur of course) but this has pretty much nothing to do with the story. the objective for the speech was either to introduce the class to a character from the book or to introduce everyone to the author. not hard, by any means. so this girl gets up and its her turn, ill refer to her a dumb bitch or db for short. so db gets up there, shuffles all her papers together and is getting ready to start. after she gets up the courage, she finally speaks. "hi, im db and im here to talk about my favorite childhood book." like the whole class didnt already fucking know whay she was up there. so shes going on about some shitty book, i cant even remeber what she choose. so im half listening, half laughing at a comment that someone had made in their speech before. until i hear db start giving some background information on her author. "he taught at some rich person school (read: ivy league), and he grew up in illinois." only she didnt say illinois the correct way, being a db from ohio, she of course said "illinoiz" and pronounced the 's' at the end. now me being the only person in the class actually from the great IL, i of course took offense to this. how is it possible that a college age student does not know how to pronounce one of 50 fucking states? is it honestly that hard, the fucking 's' is silent. i wouldnt have cared if she said "ellinois" as long as she left the 's' off. but no, she had to be a db and for this, i hate her. i dont care if you think im oging overboard here (i may be) but if i came into ohio and pronounced it "o-he-o" im pretty sure some people would say something. moral of the story: get the correct pronunciation of words, especially when im around.

dumb comment

2006-01-31T00:35:00.000-05:00

so the other day (friday i think) me and my friend went to go eat at the school's cafeteria. its a weekend so all the food is self serve. so while in line behind a group of 3 other males, me and my friend were just shootin the shit. when all of a sudden, out comes the most moronic comment that has ever been uttered. i look up from reading the headlines of the USA today (its the only paper they offer) and me and jeff just look at eachother, speechless. this kid had been in line a head of us and was idling by the mashed potatoes. mind you, they were in one of those rectangular aluminum foil things. so out of the clear blue sky (you'll get the pun in about 2 sentences) it happens. the kid rattles out (and this is a direct quote) "it looks like somebody captured a bunch of clouds and put them in this bin." if it wasnt for my fear of blood and my lack of muscles, that kid would have been digging a spoon out of his back. i mean, honestly, he's in college which means he's at the very least 18 years old (theres no way this was one of the smart genius people) yet his choice of analogy was so utterly dumb. it left me and my friend speechless. we just turned to eachother and each made one of those moves with your hand and that face when you each know u heard somthing stupid but the words cant come out. like we both pointed and were just mystified by this kids stupidity. now he was with 2 other guys, i wish i heard what their reactions were or if they even had one. i cant even imagine what it would be like to have lunch with a person like that. would he make other comments about food? "hey it looks like someone found a bunch of pieces of grass and put them here as green beans" or even "hey, u guys think that someone got a bucket of dirt and just threw it in this jar of black sprinkles" i have no idea how this male functions and makes it through his classes without people beating his ass for unbeleivable comments. but seriously, those mashed potatoes did look alot like clouds.

goddamnit/ oh canada

2006-01-30T13:00:00.000-05:00

ok, for the second time in less than 12 hours, my computer illiterate sister(her words, not mine, although i agree) has helped me out with computer stuff. FUCK. what is this world coming to when my sister knows more about shit than me. i mean, she might know more about history but thats probably it. ok and music too, but nothing else. so when she helped me out of a jam not once but twice......i think a part of my manhood died. not the good part of my manhood, just the part that barely anyone notices. so thats good at least. so is anyone else starting to make their spring break plans???? (waiting in silence)

no? its just me??? ok, awkward. no but serisouly, my parents are going on vacation when i have spring break, so my mom basically told me i had to go some place becuase i have no way to get home. thanks ma n pa. love you guys too. so what im talking here is a road trip to canada. me and about 5-7 other people from school will be going to the great expanse up north, our loyal northernly neighbors, the one, the only, canada (home tot he canadiens and canucks, former home of the nordiques. did i mention canada knows how to pick good sports mascots??). now i've been to canada before (who hasnt seen niagara falls) but never have i been over the legal drinking age before in my life. ok, ive been to ireland and mexico and they technically dont have drinking ages so i could drink there, but for the first time in my life i will legally be able to enter a drinking establishment, pull a seat up to the bar, look the bartender in the face and say the magic words "one of your finest, cheepest, imported brews please." and i have no doubt in my mind that this angry fucker (he lives in canada, its cold and snowy, i assume he will be angry and bitter because of this) will not even look up from the glass hes cleaning and spit back "ID please." and i will hurriedly reach into my pocket and fumble for my wallet, probably faster than i should and i will no doubt end up looking like an idiot with my hand trembling as i hand my illinois drivers license over to him, with me and my 16 year old haircut (my dad made me get my haircut the day i got my license, so i didnt look like a 'hippy' or somthing. so now i look like a monk with those bowl cuts. thanks padre) so as the bartender will eye my license trying to look for any flaws or irregularities in its quality. "sir i assure you that is real," i will suddenly blurtt out. the bartender, im pretty sure his name will be albert or maybe even wilson, im not sure yet. he will suddenly stop washing his glass, actually look up at me, hand the license back, pour me a nice cold one and declare "here's to you, may many more selfless american college students cross the border and drink here so that bars like mine can stay open." and then the magic words "hey pal, this ones on the house." and i will no doubt get up from my barstool, try to jump across the bar to hug the man but after some friends hold me back, i will settle for a hearty handshake. moral of this story that may or may not EVER happen: canadian people are cool. and not just cool to make fun of their accents and such (i would never do such a thing) but they are laid back, put up with americans, and like their beer chizzly cold. and to this, i thank you canada.

2006-01-30T03:35:00.000-05:00

so this is my very first blog. my sister just showed me this tonight and i decided i had to do it too. everyone knows they want what their siblings have. and now that i've found this, i hope to have a better blog than her. thats not my only intention, but its one of them. another intention would be for me to make people laugh. i mean, i read a couple blogs and they usually make me laugh. so i can only hope that i can do this for other people. you know, share the wealth. so as i was making my profile tongiht, i was unable to figure out how to put my own picture up. it figures that my sister knew how to do it and i thank her for puting my picture up so millions and millions of people who will eventually read this (im obviously setting my goals pretty low) will know what i look like. so if theres one think i hate in this world (trust me, theres more than one, but one id good for right now) it is commercials. i fucking hate commercials so much. its not so much tv commercials, but more radio commercials. i mean, when i turn on the radio, i expect to hear some "wheel in the sky" by journey (i hate journey) or even some fall out boy or whoever, but most of the time, i hear commercials. and this makes me angry. "sir how does make you feel?" "ANGRY" (thats from a skit on SNL with chris farley, i love that man) but seriosuly, its late as fuck (almost 4 am) and this first blog for me is not funny at all. im sorry for those of you reading this (read: my mom and maybe dad) hopefully it will get better, but if not, i dont care. im not the one reading it.