FAIL!

Oh no!!!!  I failed and it is only two months in.  I could make excuses of how busy this week has been, but the truth is I forgot to write it.  I forgot I was even doing this project because I am more worried about looking for a new job and hanging out with friends IRL.  That and getting sleep.  I tend to like that.  So what I am going to do is write two blogs this week to make up for not posting last week. 

What I was going to talk about last week was love and how Valentine ’s Day, as well as, how American commercials emphasis romantic love being the only kind.  To show this love you have to shower your lover with store bought stuff.  They never show friendship love – except in bud light commercials - and rarely show familial love – except diaper and peanut butter commercials- (not it that way your perve.)   Maybe it is just the channels I watch, but I see this depiction in most commercials.  I think they should have commercials where they show buying useless crap for your best friend. 

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Fails: 1

Apparently I am a dishes nazi

Here is the promised post.  I have been very busy this week with work, school and friends.  I did not get a day off during the week like I usually do.  I also found myself hanging out with friends a lot more than I have been.  The days that I usually have more time, Friday and Saturday, I was hanging out with a high school friend who came up for the day for an appointment and hanging out with a college friend who found a cat and needed a ride to the vet.  I don’t think that I have anything more exciting that happen last week.

Now for this week:

Ergg, I hate it when people put words in my mouth.  I told my apartment-mate once that to wash the dishes after she had left it on the stove for three weeks.  Now, apparently I am the dishes nazi.  One example: Earlier this week I made a statement of fact to my roommate that I was not going to wash the pot on the stove since my apartment-mate made herself a meal in it. I did not complain; I did not say anything else, but my roommate freaked out this morning about how I should just tell my apartment-mate to clean the pot.  Then she lectured me on how I should wash the pot or tell the roommate to wash the pot.  My roommate wanted the pot washed but didn’t want to say anything about it; since it is easier to blame me than to say that she was annoyed.  This has been happening a lot with my roommate, apartment-mate and me.  Apparently I am the only clean nazi and it’s my fault when anyone has to clean when they don’t want to.  It is getting annoying being the only bad guy in this whole f*cked up situation.

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Last mintue

I am going to write this as quickly as possible because I only have 10 mintues.  Silly me forgot to write a blog because I have been so busy this week and I am so excited for this next week.  I promise to write a nice long blog tomorrow about next week.   I will give you a quick rundown of what my week has been like.

So now, My facebook statuses through the week:

Is psyced to watch glee.Top of Form

Februarrry 8 roundabouts 5:17 in the evenin' thru the good ship th' magic

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and that's why you don't use a ouiji board.

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Februarrry 8 roundabouts 10:38 in the evenin' · Mateys on'y · Arr!No longer agreein' ·

I finally picked up my diploma!

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One sunrise ago at 2:39 in the evenin' thru the good ship th' magic parrot · Mateys on'y ·

Dear upstairs neighbors,
If I wanted to listen to music, I would have put some on.
KThxBye

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One sunrise ago at 11:33 in the evenin' · Mateys on'y · Arr!No longer agreein' ·

That is all my lameness for now.

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Reflecting

I have been doing a lot of reflecting lately because one of my high school friends died.  She was 22 years old; she was my age.  She, like I, was just starting the ‘productive’ part of my life.  I have realized my own mortality in a more concrete way than ever before and I think I am ok with it.  I don’t want to move on to the next great adventure anytime soon; yet, I think that when my time comes I will be ready.  I have not yet accomplished all that I want with my life, but at least I have had a good start to the journey.  I would just wish for my family and friends to be able to move on, to enjoy life and remember all the good time.  Oh, and everyone would have to wear construction worker orange to remember me.  :D

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