Christmas to Christmas

That my friends is the worst Christmas song ever.
Why did they 80's have to happen? One reason: I was born.
Merry Christmas to everyone, I hope everyone is having a great day. Me and Julie woke up at my house and ate french toast. Julie brought Bruiser the rat downstairs in her pocket and he made poops inside of her sweatshirt. I'm at Julie's house now and JJ needs to take some happy pills. (according to his mom) I think she is calling him a smartass.
Me and Julie got a lot of stuff for Christmas, as did my Dad. Julie got a few sweaters from my parents that she thinks are too small. (She's wrong) They also got her a fleece blanket and a big LL Bean tote bag with a zipper and her name embroidered on it; this should be a good replacement for her huge sea bag she got in SC. I got Julie some white mittens with a matching headband so that she can stay nice and warm in Am(h)erst. She got hooked up with warm stuff!
This year I got lucky as always. Julie got me a silver claddagh ring from Elfstone. I need to get it re-sized so I can get it onto my ring finger, but I really love it! It's very nice. My parents got me a mandolin with a really nice case! It came with 5 straps so I'll give Neil one for his present. I have a pint glass collection so my parents got me a UMass pint glass to fit in there. Some day I'm going to have a bar with dew taps and tons of cool pint glasses. Aspiration.
Alright. Julie got a laptop, I'm typing on it now. Nice pseudo mac.

WORD!!!! XMAS !!!!!!!!!!!!!

times, they are a' changin.

It seems like it's been a whole year since I saw snow... oh wait..
Finals are over; three semesters down, "x" to go. Latin is one hell of a language, especially when you don't speak it. This morning I stopped my car on the side of the road to help a girl who had crashed into a snow bank in the center of Am(h)erst. When I went up to her window and asked her if she needed help she looked perplexed. Come to find out, she only spoke Spanish and I was able to rely on what I learned in high-school to communicate with her. Once you get to a certain point with a language it feels more natural. When trying to replicate the situation between friends this afternoon, I couldn't find the words within myself but when I needed them, they were there. The human mind God's most interesting creation.
I'm sitting up in my room in Mashpee now. I wanted to see Julie tonight but me and Neil got back really late from Am(h)erst so I couldn't call her house: JJ didn't pick up his cell phone. She probably would have been okay with me showing up, (okay isn't the appropriate word, overjoyed should do it though) but I settled down and wrapped some Christmas presents instead.
I love the holidays. Although I believe that the cold air brings people closer together rather than "the spirit of Christmas", I recognize that they coincidentally occur at the same moment in time each and every year. This is a great supporting argument as to why we don't celebrate Christmas on Jesus' actual birthday: It would be too hot and shitty.
My Christmas shopping isn't complete yet. I still haven't figured out the perfect thing to get the #1 girl on my list. If anybody has an idea, feel free to call my cellphone and make a suggestion, there is precious little time. She wouldn't be mad if my present sucked, she is truly sweet when it comes to appreciating effort, most of the time. I know she already took care of me though so I need to find her something cute at the very least.

Remember that song that was popular last year that had a strong back beat on the bass and was like "blah blah blah whispers hello, I miss you quite terribly." Decent song as compared to most other popular charts. I'm looking to do a good bit of recording and playing over break. I know first and foremost that "Wild Theory" has a bunch of gigs lined up all through January, which I am excited for. On the other side of the spectrum, I am wicked stoked to lay down some tracks with Neil ("See Down the Sun"). Hopefully Brad will show his face over break too. We had some priceless jam sessions when Brad (Neil's cousin by the way) visited UMass a few months ago. Quality musician as well as light hearted fellow. I had a few ideas for songs in the last few weeks, but they've all been pushed aside to make room for my next topic.......

I am lost in "Lost". Why didn't I get into this show when Mr. Brodie was buggin about it years ago? Honestly, I don't know but I'm glad that I waited till now because my computer lets me watch it in full HD resolution online. SOOOOOOO BRUTAL! I'm hoping to finish season three sometime in the upcoming week. After that, theres only season 4 between me and the premier late in January. Every week I'm going to Puffton 13 to watch LOST with Elaine and Kaylee, hopefully others too. This should be a big event. Two more seasons should be enough to satisfy the craving of even the biggest fan while not drawing it out too much. I feel like you can only stretch a TV series so far before it sucks. (i.e. Friends)

I got my "The Polar Express 3D" for Christmas and my dad is getting an atomic clock with a weather panel from me. Theres other things too including a plunger, but I can't disclose what I don't fully remember.

My computer has pretty lights.....

I.C.P. Rules!

Not quite a philosophical question.

Why do guys feel the need to piss on the seat in public restrooms when there are urinals?
"I am shy, so rather than standing against a wall and relieving my bladder I guess it's just easier to see how much piss I can splatter on my shoes."

Why do people line toilets with toilet paper?
I'm sure that some people feel insecure about their bum-bum's being anywhere that someone else might come to rest for two minutes, but according to medical statistics those people are assholes; the same kind of assholes freak-the-fuck-out when there are no more paper towels.
I don't really have a problem with lining the seat with toilet paper because I don't care very much about recycling and conserving, but if you are going to line a toilet with toilet paper and then just leave it there without pushing it in and flushing it, you my friend are the scum of the earth.

America has a big problem that is not recognized. The toilet liners are ENABLERS!!!
The dickshits that piss all over the seat love nothing more than to piss all over toilet paper lined seats rendering toilets useless till the poor guy who has to clean up after your BULLSHIT does his job.
Fuck water conservation, I don't want to smell your shit and piss.
If any of this applies to you, you are an asshole.

"GOOD DAY SIR!!!" (with extreme finality)


The Daily Collegian

Terrible article.....
Why do they publish stuff like this?

Good Mo(u)rning

It's almost 9am. Welcome to my 3rd hour of consciousness.
A few days ago it would seem bizarre for me to be awake by 6am, but today it is something regular and healthy feeling. I have always had a love for the cool/brisk/quiet air of the early morning. The wet/frosted/crisp texture of everything is beautiful. For the past two days I have been going to bed at 9pm and waking up at 4am. There is nothing to do at 4am so I have managed to fall back asleep till 6am, but maybe I should be giving in to the pull of morning. Its been awhile since I took a sun-up walk into town firmly cupping hands with a fresh mug of coffee. For now a shower should do it for me, its really cold outside.


I woke up early this morning to type out a paper for my freshman writing class. The paper ended up being 1.5 pages long double spaced and the subject was "Bowl of Oranges" by Bright Eyes. After I finished the paper and left my room I went to the dining common to get some coffee. They had Irish Coffee flavo(u)r which was very close to the taste of the real thing; I was impressed. Since I didn't have time to sit down I went to go grab a piece of fruit. When I arrived at the fruit there was a girl standing there inspecting each banana as if she was looking for something. I thought to myself that maybe she wasn't really searching for the right banana, but instead searching for some greater meaning in life. After dismissing this thought I decided to complicate her day. I said to her: "Who are you to judge which banana is better than the rest? Could it be that your standards are too high?" Without another word I walked away. When I turned around she was sitting in a chair staring at the banana that she had selected, rotating it for a good 30 seconds.