The Last Summer
Dude. I haven't posted in awhile. I've got a lot to talk about then, huh? It's too bad you guys can't hear me talk over the internet.
I just recently spent way too much money on a guitar and an amp. The amp is awesome though. It'll rattle some windows and annoy my family memebers to no end.
I went to Bailey Brothers and cleaned out my bank account. on three separate occasions. lol
Saint James beat the poo out of ACA. good thing too, I was gonna be embarassed if we lost to them again.
I just had a revelation. As in, something was revealed to me. This past summer is the last summer of my childhood.... well not really my childhood, but the last summer of not having to work. I'm broke now after blowing all my moula on guitar stuff, so I'm not sittin' on a buncha reserve money. That means this is the last non-working summer. period. Next year I'll be paying for gas and fueling my guitar habit. or hobby, whichever way you look at it. And if I wreck my car or get a ticket I'll be paying for insurance. [Knock on wood]. After that it's off to college and I'll want money in college so I can eat and live and stuff... and after that I have to get a real job and really pay for living costs. Gah. And if I don't die of cancer or whatever by the time I'm 65 (national average for retirement) I'll retire. And then I'll get to sit around and be old for ten years before the national death average comes around and kills me (about 75). Getting out of bed ought to be enough work then. this is depressing. that's the last of my lazy summers gone. no more sleeping in until it's dark outside or spending 10 hours straight playing video games (bathroom breaks are for mere mortals). This is it, man.
Anyway. I just had some General Tsao's chicken. I'd like to thank General Tsao for coming up with a good chicken recipe. Fake Chinese restaraunts all across America are greatly in your debt for coming up with something that sounds more authentic than "honey chicken". Of course, maybe it was named after him because he was a wimp and always chickened out in battles. lol maybe he was a terrible general and the Chinese people are making fun of him by serving chicken in his name. I bet most of the time it's not even chicken. It's probably dog... or cat... parts. I've never seen a drumstick or anything that looks like chicken on one of those dishes. What was a general doing making chicken fried rice anyway? that's what they had concubines for.
I had an airbrush tatoo for awhile after i got back from the beach. It was one of those little barbwire things that goes around your arm. I tried filling it in with ball point pen to make it last longer but I kept going oustide the lines. and it ended up looking like the tatooist drew it while driving on a bumpy road. too bad i didn't learn that in kindergarten. coulda been real useful.
At school we have these motivational posters with large, bold-face, multi-syllabic words like "Perserverance" or "Intergrity" the kind you say with a deeper voice 'cause it sounds like something your principal would say or maybe your dad would say when he's in one of those "when I was a kid we walked forty miles uphill knee-deep in snow to get to school"-moods.
Anyway they always have a dramatic picture of maybe a mountain climber at the peak of a mountain with his hands raised in the air as if auburn just scored a touchdown, or a runner running up a hill into a sunset. And these things make me wonder - what if we don't want to be the runner, but the person who was smart enough to invent a car and not have to run? or what if our goal isn't to get to the top of a mountain ... but to... make motivational posters? naa no one has the motivation to do a thing like that.
Know what makes no sense at all? One way streets. Wes and I went to Bailey Brothers downtown, and there's tons of one-way streets down there. It's not like there's a lot of traffic and they are all big enough to be two way streets. I don't understand why they can't just make it easy on everyone and draw some more lines on the pavement so stupid people like me wouldn't have to worry about turning into head-on traffic. gah. some country we live in. But yeah Wes and I made it to Bailey Brothers with only a few turn arounds and curses and one way streets.
Anyhow I'm really reallly hungry and that was a lot of blogging. see you guys later
P.S. leave me a comment if you read my blog. I have no idea who reads this thing except for those who tell me like sara and dana and wes
I just recently spent way too much money on a guitar and an amp. The amp is awesome though. It'll rattle some windows and annoy my family memebers to no end.
I went to Bailey Brothers and cleaned out my bank account. on three separate occasions. lol
Saint James beat the poo out of ACA. good thing too, I was gonna be embarassed if we lost to them again.
I just had a revelation. As in, something was revealed to me. This past summer is the last summer of my childhood.... well not really my childhood, but the last summer of not having to work. I'm broke now after blowing all my moula on guitar stuff, so I'm not sittin' on a buncha reserve money. That means this is the last non-working summer. period. Next year I'll be paying for gas and fueling my guitar habit. or hobby, whichever way you look at it. And if I wreck my car or get a ticket I'll be paying for insurance. [Knock on wood]. After that it's off to college and I'll want money in college so I can eat and live and stuff... and after that I have to get a real job and really pay for living costs. Gah. And if I don't die of cancer or whatever by the time I'm 65 (national average for retirement) I'll retire. And then I'll get to sit around and be old for ten years before the national death average comes around and kills me (about 75). Getting out of bed ought to be enough work then. this is depressing. that's the last of my lazy summers gone. no more sleeping in until it's dark outside or spending 10 hours straight playing video games (bathroom breaks are for mere mortals). This is it, man.
Anyway. I just had some General Tsao's chicken. I'd like to thank General Tsao for coming up with a good chicken recipe. Fake Chinese restaraunts all across America are greatly in your debt for coming up with something that sounds more authentic than "honey chicken". Of course, maybe it was named after him because he was a wimp and always chickened out in battles. lol maybe he was a terrible general and the Chinese people are making fun of him by serving chicken in his name. I bet most of the time it's not even chicken. It's probably dog... or cat... parts. I've never seen a drumstick or anything that looks like chicken on one of those dishes. What was a general doing making chicken fried rice anyway? that's what they had concubines for.
I had an airbrush tatoo for awhile after i got back from the beach. It was one of those little barbwire things that goes around your arm. I tried filling it in with ball point pen to make it last longer but I kept going oustide the lines. and it ended up looking like the tatooist drew it while driving on a bumpy road. too bad i didn't learn that in kindergarten. coulda been real useful.
At school we have these motivational posters with large, bold-face, multi-syllabic words like "Perserverance" or "Intergrity" the kind you say with a deeper voice 'cause it sounds like something your principal would say or maybe your dad would say when he's in one of those "when I was a kid we walked forty miles uphill knee-deep in snow to get to school"-moods.
Anyway they always have a dramatic picture of maybe a mountain climber at the peak of a mountain with his hands raised in the air as if auburn just scored a touchdown, or a runner running up a hill into a sunset. And these things make me wonder - what if we don't want to be the runner, but the person who was smart enough to invent a car and not have to run? or what if our goal isn't to get to the top of a mountain ... but to... make motivational posters? naa no one has the motivation to do a thing like that.
Know what makes no sense at all? One way streets. Wes and I went to Bailey Brothers downtown, and there's tons of one-way streets down there. It's not like there's a lot of traffic and they are all big enough to be two way streets. I don't understand why they can't just make it easy on everyone and draw some more lines on the pavement so stupid people like me wouldn't have to worry about turning into head-on traffic. gah. some country we live in. But yeah Wes and I made it to Bailey Brothers with only a few turn arounds and curses and one way streets.
Anyhow I'm really reallly hungry and that was a lot of blogging. see you guys later
P.S. leave me a comment if you read my blog. I have no idea who reads this thing except for those who tell me like sara and dana and wes
posted by hoov at 8/27/2005 10:08:00 PM
2 Comments:
hey drew! ur blog rox!
~ ann burgwin
I like chicken.
One way streets are silly.
Uh, I read your blog!XD
Ciao.
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