I Got an Xbox 360!!

My grandma is a stupendous badass.

The Ultimate Test

I think I've found a test for drunkness- drunkitude, some have called it in the past- better than the "Can I feel my teeth?" test. I call it the "Can I read slash dot without closing one eye?" test. The way it works is, you go to slash dot, that's .org not .com, (I suppose you could use any internet site with text at or near twelve point font) and you see if you are able to read it without your vision blurring with both eyes open. If not, then you, my friend, are indeed drunk. Note: I have not tried this under the influence of any other mind altering chemicals. That is all.

I Loathe My Life Right Now

Maybe Rodney and I could get together and commit suicide Thelma and Louise style.

I'm Sorry For the Way I Am

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I argue with anyone about anything I feel like.

I'm sorry I act surprised when you don't know something.

I'm sorry I correct people in humiliating ways.

I'm sorry I'm an atheist.

I'm sorry I don't like olives.

I'm sorry I'm overly defensive.

I'm sorry that I say hurtful things when I'm not in a good mood.

I'm sorry that I'm skeptical of things that other people think are true.

I'm sorry that I always have to be right.

I'm sorry that I don't wash the dishes very often.

I'm sorry that I'm not a better friend.

I'm sorry that I want things to be in way that they can't.

I'm sorry that I work all the time.

I'm sorry that video games mean more to me than my future.

I'm sorry that I love people who don't love me back.

I'm sorry that I sound demeaning when I try to coach people.

I'm sorry that I don't care more about sanitation.

I'm sorry that I don't care what outsiders think of me.

I'm sorry that I cuss in front of children.

I'm sorry that I can't please everyone all the time.

I'm sorry that the people I'm meanest to are my closest friends.

I'm sorry. I really am so very sorry. I've let you all down.

Naught is not Not

The word "naught" literally means "nothing", "zero", or, "nonexistent" as in, "The boy knew naught of love or romance," or "Your work was all for naught," meaning that he knows nothing about those subjects and that your work amounted to nothing or zilch. The word "not", on the other hand, is used in the negation of a verb, in other words, to make the verb into the antonym of that verb, as in, "I know not how to eat raw oysters." Another way to say this is, "I don't know how to eat raw oysters," which means that I lack the know-how to eat raw oysters.
Contrary to what is believed by some, you may not randomly replace "not" with "naught" if it happens to follow the verb instead of preceding it. People who do this know naught of the English rules of grammar, which is similar, but not the same as saying that they Don't know the rules of English grammar. If you happen to find yourself in a situation where you know not whether to use "naught" or "not", you need only to give me a holler.

Hoo boy, The Busy Just Keeps On Coming

Hello, folks. Sorry, it's been quite a while since I've posted anything of substance, so I'ma gonna give it a try while I gots the chance.

It's been so abso-fucking-lutely crazy busy in my life as of late, it's no where near funny. It's not in the same zip code as funny. In fact. I'm gonna say that it's a completely different state than funny and they never met. It's been that kind of busy.
I've neglected so much school work lately that the second half of this semester doesn't even seem to be related to the first half. The fact that I'm maintaining A's and B's is the strangest fluke this side Statistically-impossibleville.

The not so positive news:

Last month, along with the beginning of this month, I managed to get so out of touch with anything resembling a balanced checkbook that racked up over draft charges amounting to a number that some of you might need to sit down for...Are you sitting? Ok, good. I busted out my trusty TI-34 II and came with a number like this one: $-244.02. You saw that correctly. That's three digits. I nearly cried. This is possibly the grossest waste of money I've ever been associated with. If any of my family members were to become aware of it, I might be disowned. Obviously, the time to act is, was, a long time ago, so I've decide to stop using two separate bank accounts altogether and stop having to worry about transferring money back and forth and splitting up the cashing of checks and all this stupid stuff that I can't remember for the life of me why I decided was a good idea in the first place. That's enough of this shit. I'm tired of making my bank any more rich than is necessary, which should be never. Alright, money rant over.

Better news:

Recently, my English Comp. 2 teacher gave me the best complement I think I've ever received. On the last theme I wrote for the class, upon its return, I found written a note telling me that at the end of this semester, Mr. Crabtree(the teacher) would like a copy of every piece of writing I've ever written. Not just the ones for the class. All of them! I couldn't freakin' believe it. He told me that he would bind them and keep them so that he could say later on down the road when I become a famous writer that he knew me. I'm pretty sure I've never been more flattered in my whole life. This is probably the final catalyst that is going to push me into changing my major. I'm not sure if you guys understand exactly what that means to me. I vowed upon entering college that I would get a degree in Linguistics. It was my passion; still is really. But I'm pretty sure now that I will now go for a degree in some kind of writing. That's heavy shit for me. It still feels weird every time I think about it.

Awesome shit:

Breaking Benjamin in two days!!!!