tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55719899289443317642024-02-20T17:44:18.019-08:00Bold New Taste.Innovating Procrastination: One Week At A Time. Eventually.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-29950446739994433032010-12-21T12:59:00.000-08:002010-12-21T13:04:19.797-08:00How Did I Get Here?The hell?<br /><br />It's been forever since I updated this thing. Truly, it has. To be totally honest, I pretty much, more or less, forgot about me even having a blog. Then I decided to delete it instead of trying to maintain it. Vintage laziness! Then, I randomly decided a few days ago, that I was going to restore it, because the good folks at Blogger.com *asskissing over* give you that option for an amount of time after you delete your blog. Well, I restored it. And here it is. So, I haven't really got anything to blog about, still (some things never change), but I decided to restore this blog basically to whine and complain some more, and maybe give some observations of life along the way. Essentially, this blog will serve as my brain-dump, where I'll take all the crap that's on my mind and "dump" it into this convenient webpage. Sounds great, right? As I said, some things never change. I'll probably be blogging a bit more often, seeing as how my blog was deleted for the last, say, month and a half, so not a whole lot of blogging was happening then. But yeah, I'll blog some more, promise. <br /><br />Be back later.<br /><br />Peace and whatever.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-63567667549939771482010-10-16T18:21:00.001-07:002010-10-16T18:21:41.496-07:00Another Vlog<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3IFAiAkWUY?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3IFAiAkWUY?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-18286865017509057182010-10-12T21:59:00.000-07:002010-10-12T22:01:21.122-07:00Baby's First Vlog.So, I decided to take my blogging to the video realm. My friend suggested I attempt to do so, and I went "well, why not?" So, here's the result of said video experiment. Roughly 9 minutes of me rambling and ranting about whatever comes to mind. Enjoy it.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqgMlzNNvBI?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqgMlzNNvBI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-4869748795223618592010-09-13T12:47:00.000-07:002010-09-13T12:49:25.305-07:00I'm Just About To Set Fire To Everything I See.This is an absolutely amazing song. John Mayer - Edge of Desire.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcZcd9ZuvqE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IcZcd9ZuvqE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Young and full of running<br />Tell me where has that taken me?<br />Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity?<br /><br />Love is really nothing <br />But a dream that keeps waking me,<br />For all of my trying <br />We still end up dying, how can it be?<br /><br />Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me,<br />'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see,<br />I want you so bad, I'll go back on the things I believed,<br />There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me.<br /><br />So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire<br />Steady my breathing, silently screaming,<br />"I have to have you now"<br />Wired and I'm tired<br />Think I'll sleep in my clothes on the floor<br />Maybe this mattress will spin on its axis and find me on yours<br /><br />Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me<br />'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see<br />I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe<br />There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me<br /><br />Don't say a word just come over and lie here with me<br />'Cause I'm just about to set fire to everything I see<br />I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe<br />There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about megoldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-15045234428808711612010-09-12T12:25:00.000-07:002010-09-12T12:34:37.191-07:00They Who Don't Say What They Mean Will Live and Die By Their Own Sword.Hey guys! I'm listening to Magic Pie by Oasis. That's where the title of the blog comes from. It's actually got some pretty sweet lyrics, like the one I posted the title of this blog from. It is rather indulgent. It's like, 7 minutes long, and it really doesn't need to be. Cocaine's a helluva drug, kids. Avoid it like the plague.<br /><br />Ahem, moving on.<br /><br />So, basically, I have to do a rough draft of a paper for my English class. Me, being the procrastinator that I am, has held off on doing it until the day before class. So, to get into "writing mode", so to speak, I was taught by one of my other English college professors to start writing (well, typing, in this case) about whatever comes to mind, and that can help you begin your paper and all that good stuff. So, I came to my blog. What's my paper about, you ask? Long story short, I basically have to analyze an ad for a fast food restaurant. I chose a random advertisement for McDonald's, since you know, it's the most popular fast food place and all. Or at least it's definitely up there. Whatever. So, basically, I have to ramble on (which is one of the things I'm best at, as most people who know me can attest to) about this advertisement, which isn't really much to work with, but as I said, rambling is a skill of mine, and I'll work with it. As I said, it's a rough draft, so it can be terrible. I plan on making it good, but terrible at the same time, if that makes any sense. It probably doesn't. What I mean is that I'll put some effort into it, but not alot. God, I sound like such a terrible student. Oh, well. Don't ever tell me what I can't do. <br /><br />That's pretty much it. Now, I'm off to write about a damn sandwich ad. Wish me luck.<br /><br />Peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-77224874003990399622010-09-11T20:28:00.000-07:002010-09-11T20:51:57.439-07:00I Wanna Be Your Crystal Baller.Greetings, everyone. What's up? Not much? Cool, man, cool. That's my jam. I guess you didn't really set me up to use "that's my jam" in this one-sided conversation, but regardless, I said it. Anyways, this blog is going to be a semi-rant about love and a girl I've been friends with for nearly half a decade. Sound fun? Let's rock.<br /><br />Well, as I said, there's a girl who I've been really good friends with for the last roughly 5 years or so. I first started talking to her during the middle of my freshman year in high school and now we're both in college. She lives about 10 minutes away from me, so I get to see her quite often. Now, we've been friends for a while, and we have a ton in common despite not having much in common, if that makes any sense at all. We just click for whatever reason, despite us having totally different interests. I can't really explain it, but I just really enjoy spending time with her and talking to her, and I really trust her, and well, she makes me feel better when things are crap, more or less. Haha. <br /><br />I also happen to really like her. But here's the thing: I have no idea how she feels about me, but she has rejected me before. Not very promising, I know. :/ However, the last time I told her I liked her was well over 2 years ago, and we've hung out a ton since then, so me, being to eternal optimist I try to be, is trying to keep some semblance of hope that maybe she'll like me in return. But, yeah, I don't know if she does.<br /><br />Now, you're probably just thinking "well, if you like her, ask her, you f*&king dumbski," right? Yeah, that's likely what I should do. However, I have a genuine fear of...............now, I'm gonna stop you. I'm actually not afraid of rejection, oddly enough. Because, as I've said, it happens and it's happened before, but what I fear more is her reaction. Like, I'm afraid she'll get weirded out by me liking her or whatever and then be like "I don't want to hang with you anymore" and all. I don't know. I've asked some people, and well, I've gotten reactions anywhere from "why are you still persuing her? lol friendzone'd!" to "may as well go for it. The worst she can do is reject you again, right?" Basically, I'm at a loss of what to do. <br /><br />This blog doesn't really have much of a purpose. I just really have been bothered by this a lot recently and haven't been sure what to do, so I figured I'd rant on it on my blog. Feel free to skip all this if you want. It's just me ranting essentially. Anyways, rant over.<br /><br />Peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-8635734673011775262010-09-11T11:19:00.000-07:002010-09-11T11:20:20.019-07:00WATER, FIRE, AIR AND DIRT!<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFzR_FOTq2I?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rFzR_FOTq2I?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-51106549973721740522010-09-04T11:36:00.000-07:002010-09-04T11:43:08.241-07:00My Little Dream, Working The Machine.Empire Ants by Gorillaz. Such an amazing song. That's where this blog's title comes from, my dear Watson. <- Sherlock Holmes reference. You need a mop? You know, to clean your mind up from where it just got BLOWN!?!?!?! Eh, screw it. Nevermind. Bad joke. We shall move on. <br /><br />Anyways, in today's blog, we're going to talk about me getting out of the house. Haha. Long story short, I have this weekend off work, so what I'd like to do, since I'm recovered from my surgery and all and have no work and all my homework done, is to get out of the house. I honestly don't care what I go do, but I want to hang out with people. Preferably people I like. Well, not saying that I hate certain people. Because.........eh, nevermind. You know what I mean. But yeah, my plan is to find something to do this weekend. That's the goal. Hopefully all goes well. <br /><br />Wish me luck. <br /><br />Yep, that's all for now. It's hard to find stuff to do when I'm on my computer all day. ;) I'm out. I may be back later. It's hard to say. Alligator. Now I'll go away.<br /><br />Unintentionally rhyming FTW!<br /><br />Peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-10425993735471586932010-09-03T20:09:00.001-07:002010-09-03T20:24:36.275-07:00I'm At The Pizza Hut. I'm At The Taco Bell. I'm At The Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell.Before you read this next blog, please do yourself a favor and listen to this song:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQ8ViYIeH04?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQ8ViYIeH04?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Now, how are you feeling? Feeling as though you had an enlightenment of sorts? Like your life is changing before your very eyes? Yeah, me neither. It's a mindless catchy song. So yeah, rawk. So, what's up? How's everyone doing? This blog has been filled with questions? Even questions that aren't questions but have question marks afterwards! It's madness. Ok, maybe not madness. And no, this isn't Sparta either. Sorry, King Leonidas. :/ Anyways, this blog is rambly. If that's a word. I hope it isn't. Because if not, then I just made a word and can get it endorsed and get a ton of cash. Maybe. Or at least just the satisfaction of knowing I made up a word. Whichever. But yeah, I actually honestly don't really have anything super interesting to say in this blog. I just know it's been a while since I last blogged, and it's September, so happy September, everybody. Hope your month of September is filled with joy and glory. <br /><br />I also realized that it's two months until my 20th birthday. Balls, man. I feel rather old. I won't be a teenager anymore, which admittedly will be weird, but in another year after my birthday this year, I'll be able to get mah booze awn, so that's something to look forward to. Nah, I'm just joshing. I don't drink, actually. I might still go to bars and just play Designated Driver for people who do drink. I haven't thought that far ahead. I don't usually plan my future in the world of barhopping. Alas, yeah, my birthday is on November 1st, and I'm stoked.<br /><br />I'm undecided on what I want. There are three things that are spinning around in my head. The first is a guitar. Long story short, I've tried starting a band with limited to no success, so I figure if I can't start a band, why not be my own band, right? Well, guitar will help me get there. First off though, I want to borrow one and see if it's something that I can do before I go off and spend a bunch of money on one. But that's one thing. The second is the Complete Series Collection of the TV Show Lost. Really doesn't need much explanation. it comes in an exclusive BOX. That's all the motivation I need. The third and final thing is an iPod Touch. I actually originally wanted this, but now I'm leaning more towards the first two. Alas, I hope to figure out which one I want really soon and I'm hoping this birthday will be the best one yet. Boom. <br /><br />But yeah, I think I'm finished with this evening's blog. Again, I really had no idea what to say and came up with a pretty decent blog. I'm proud of myself. I'll return soon. Bye for now.<br /><br />Peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-54952890001969048122010-08-15T22:08:00.000-07:002010-08-15T22:29:15.068-07:00There's A Kid Who Had A Big Hallucination.The Final Cut by Pink Floyd. Such a good song. It's got a really sweet guitar solo. As I typed that, the solo began. I swear I didn't plan that...........or did I? <br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1Y73sPHKxw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1Y73sPHKxw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Ahem. Anyways, here's my blog for the evening. I begin this blog with a question: have you ever thought of, to put it bluntly, leaving your life behind here and starting anew "from scratch", so to speak? It's an interesting idea, and with numerous films showing this idea, it seems to have begun achieving more popularity, especially with high school graduates. I mean, why wouldn't it? It's logical. Getting to go off to college. Living in a dorm (somewhat) independently. Meeting new people. Going for a degree to obtain a career you want. It's a perfect plan. And I'm not knocking people who do this, don't get me wrong. I've actually been thinking of doing the same thing, to be totally honest.<br /><br />I had a talk with an incredibly good friend of mine recently who just graduated high school a few short months ago. He told me about how he plans to do essentially what I described in the previous paragraph, leaving everyone behind and going off to achieve a degree in a career he loves (in his case, acting). Basically leaving this life behind and starting anew. And while I fully support him in this, it got me to thinking. Situations like this a really a double edged sword (I hope I'm using the term correctly. Haha.) If you go away to achieve your dreams (to use a cliche term) then you leave all of the people you love behind, and if you stay to be with those close to you, then you may not be able to achieve your dreams. So, what in the hell do you do?<br /><br />Thus where the thinking comes into play.<br /><br />I really love this idea very much. I honestly don't really have a plan of what I want to do, to be totally honest with you, though. I toyed with the idea of getting a career in Communications and becoming a radio DJ, but recently, I've been playing drums and have really seriously considered a career in music. Of course, I can't really do anything with my music career in this small town, so I'll have to leave at some point to achieve my dreams. And of course, there are people who I really care about and love and don't want to leave behind, but then I start thinking, and I realize they likely won't care when I'm gone. Which sounds awful, I know, but I don't mean for it to, but it's logical. People move on, you know? I, however, am terrible with this moving on thing. Haha. So, I don't know what to do. <br /><br />I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.<br /><br />Peace and whatever.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-60264666810717324662010-08-13T22:16:00.000-07:002010-08-13T22:34:59.101-07:00I'm So Scared That I'll Never Get Put Back Together.Bonjourno! This is my blog. It's been a while (stop me if you've heard this before). Why has it been so long, you ask? Well, this blog will actually explain why it's been a few why I've blogged. Long story short, I had to have surgery done. What kind of surgery? Well, I'll simply name the surgery and allow you to go from there to figure it out or whatever: it's called a urethroplasty. Yeah, sounds pretty brutal, right? Well, it shockingly wasn't too terrible. Ok, yeah, it sorta was. But I digress.<br /><br />For starters, we had to be at the hospital at about 5 in the morning or so, for my surgery (which started at about 7:30 or so, if memory serves). I only got about three hours of sleep the night before, so I was incredibly tired, but that will be irrelevant later on. The two and a half hour period between my surgery and my arrival was perhaps the most nervewracking wait for anything I've ever experienced. To be totally honest, I was incredibly damn nervous. This was my first major surgery, so understandably, I was genuinely freaked out. I basically just waited and watched Sportscenter while intermittently talking to the numerous doctors/surgeons/anesthesiologists that came in to talk to me, and basically attempted to not be so nervous about stuff. Then, 7:30 arrived. They laid me on the operating table............and went at it. <br /><br />Ok, kidding.<br /><br />But they talked to me for a bit, got me situated and what have you, had me wear this odd foil hat (as I said to the nurse, I didn't know whether to wear it or put my leftovers in it. *rimshot*), and then gave me the anesthesia, and whatever happened from the period after that and me being in recovery is totally washed from my memory. I woke up in quite a bit of pain, feeling rather crappy obviously, as most people do right after surgery. All of the rooms were full, so I was stuck in the recovery room for quite a long time. I have no idea how long, because I essentially combated the long wait by sleeping. Yeah, sleeping. But finally, at around 4 or so, if memory serves, I was finally taken up to my room. After that, it was a pretty interesting experience. Typical hospital staying and what have you. Nurses coming in and checking my vitals and all that jazz. Kinda amusing, my family would talk to me and I would literally fall asleep while they were speaking to me. Anesthesia's nutty, man. <br /><br />I shared a room with a rather kind older man, who didn't really talk too much, but as I said, he seemed friendly enough. My dad talked a bit about NASCAR with him, but I never got the chance to speak with him. I was really bummed for him because he didn't have any visitors or anything (at least during the time that I was there), which I can imagine was really bad. I was going to wish him a quick recovery before I left, but some doctors were speaking to him, so I didn't have the time. <br /><br />As I said, the rest of my hospital experience was pretty normal. I slept alot, and met a ton of doctors and nurses who were all incredibly friendly and helpful, and overall, I would say my time at the hospital was actually really enjoyable. It didn't hurt they had cable, though. :P But overall, it was great. Not saying I wasn't glad to leave, because.............well, yeah. Laying in bed watching TV for an extended period of time is only entertaining for so long, so thankfully I got to leave earlier today, and got home about 5 1/2 hours ago, and am basically on the road to recovery. Got a few weeks before my post-op checkup, so hopefully all goes well with the healing and what have you, and I'll be back and fully recovered soon.<br /><br />Sorry for the incredibly long blog, but I had a bit more to talk about than I imagined I would. Well, anyways, I'm off to go lie down and continue recovering. Wish me luck, guys. :)<br /><br />Peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-13446690972684826552010-08-04T11:03:00.000-07:002010-08-04T11:14:46.213-07:00What Is This I Don't EvenHey. Sup? So, I'm back a day after my last blog to blog again. Kinda rare, is it not? Anyways, I'm blogging because last night, a strange development occured. Allow me to explain.<br /><br />As most people who know me would probably know, I'm a drummer and have been for 3 years and counting. And logically, I love to play music and would love to have a career as a musician. Well, remember my blog a while back about starting a new band with one of my friends? Well, that's happening. Kinda. But not really. Our original band idea has pretty much faded away, but my friend is starting a new band, and he wants me to be in it. But, the twist is that his band already has a drummer, so what do I do? Well, their band is lacking a bassist. So, his plan is to have me play bass for his band. Sound easy enough? Well, one thing: I have barely played bass. <br /><br />This is the only song I know how to play:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n02PhHaeRG4&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n02PhHaeRG4&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Which, granted, is a really good song and beastly bassline, but, well, beyond that, I know nothing of bass. I'm going to basically be taught how to play the bass by the two guitarists in the band, who happen to be good friends of mine. Well, it will be interesting to say the least. I picked up on drums rather quickly, without owning a drumset of my own, so hopefully I can learn the bass at least somewhat decently within a couple months or so.<br /><br />That's pretty much it. I'll be sure to keep y'all updated. Or myself updated. Or this blog. Whatever.<br /><br />As always, peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-84297062874414215542010-08-03T19:14:00.000-07:002010-08-03T19:27:08.932-07:00August Rush.August Rush is a good movie. Anybody seen it? Robin Williams? Terrence Howard? That.........kid who's the main actor? It's pretty good. Check it out. Oh, and happy August to everyone. This is my first blog of the month. Pretty hard hitting stuff. I actually had been meaning to post this on the first of this month, but well, y'know. Procrastination and what have you. Happens. <br /><br />Anyways, I'm at my house and incredibly bored, hence why I'm blogging. Heh. Anywho, I was listening to my iTunes playlist on shuffle, and heard a pretty sweet transition between two totally different songs. The first song was "Wishing (If I Had A Photograph of You) by A Flock of Seagulls (haters gonna hate.), and immediately after that song finished, it went to "The Hero's Return" by Pink Floyd. Probably nobody cares about this but me, but I thought it was fully awesome. Because the Flock of Seagulls song, is incredibly 80s sounding with super epic keyboard and this generic kinda 80s beat (pretty much as you would expect a song of theirs to sound), but then the beat was all that was playing at the end, and then it went into the Floyd song, which starts with a kinda cool drum thing and then an awesome sounding guitar riff, which was cool to me. <br /><br />Speaking of Pink Floyd, the album the Final Cut is quite possibly one of the most depressing albums ever. And I have both Joy Division albums. But yeah, this album is super sad. It's basically an album about war and everything negative about war, which there really isn't anything positive about it, and the last song is about nuclear holocaust. I mean, it's a great album (actually one of my favorites by Pink Floyd, though it's kinda unknown), but damn. It's kinda a buzzkill when you're in a great mood. It's got some really sweet music and songs though, and the lyrics are really good as well. Definitely recommended, but it's quite a downer. <br /><br />Oh, and another thing of note, I'm off of work this week. Kinda pumped on that. Well, I should say I worked on Sunday and I don't have to work again until this coming Sunday. It's pretty cool. I haven't really done a whole lot. Just pretty much hung out at home, bored, really. Listened to music and blogged, as this blog could likely tell you. But I am going to Indiana Beach later this week, so that's exciting. It's basically an amusement park that's about an hour and a half or so away from where I live. It's not as legit as say, Six Flags, but it's an amusement park with rides and all that jazz, so it'll suffice. Rock and roll.<br /><br />Well, I'm done with this blog for now. Hope everyone enjoys the rest of August, and I shall return at a date in the future with more blog fun. <br /><br />Peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-51034160709844658632010-07-28T23:05:00.000-07:002010-07-28T23:12:01.044-07:00I Want A Girl With Good Dividends.Alright, short blog this evening, because frankly, I'm tired as a motherf&@$er. Now, you ask "why are you blogging when you could be sleeping instead?" And to that I say..................<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Goodnight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Only joking. <br /><br />Alright, as I said, I'll keep this brief. Tonight, I had planned to go see the supposed 12:00 premiere (this'll make sense in a few) of the film Dinner for Schmucks with my best friend and a few other friends of mine, but well, let's just say that, long story short, those plans kinda didn't happen. One friend was going with a cousin instead, and the other friend just.........well, wasn't going. So it was myself and two of my friends going to the theater, and super pumped about the movie. So, we get to the theater, and go in. We immediately notice something strange about the movie theater. Mainly that literally almost nobody is there. Regardless of this, we walk in and go to the theater. The guy working there politely (God bless him) tells us that the film is actually TOMORROW evening at midnight and that basically, we were 24 hours early to the film's premiere. We felt like schmucks. So, we did the logical thing after such a thing happened to us: we went and got dinner. Ah, the circle of life. <br /><br />Well, anyways, we're trying again tomorrow. Hopefully this goes better than tonight. Alas, it was still an interesting night and definitely worth my time. I mean, I'm blogging at 2 in the morning about it, for God's sake. If that doesn't tell you about it, nothing well. But, now, I'm off to sleep. Stay sane, everyone.<br /><br />Peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-40314213446751560362010-07-27T09:59:00.000-07:002010-07-27T10:13:07.125-07:00101I just noticed something today. You wanna know what that is? Of course you do. I told you I noticed something, and naturally, you're curious as to what it is that I noticed. Well, I'll tell you. Ok? Ok. My previous blog was my 100th blog. *confetti and streamers*..............woah, woah. Let me finish. It was my 100th blog, but I forgot completely to acknowledge it. *daaaaaawwwwwwww* Yeah. Sorry about that. Well, it was fun regardless. It's hard to believe I've done 100 blogs (well, now 101 counting this one, and probably more if I count the ones I started and didn't finish). Crazy stuff. Full on insanity, even. <br /><br />So, what am I going to do for blog #101? Well, nothing really. Am I going to introduce you to a random subject, like a, say, Biology 101 class in college? Am I going to reference Room 101 from the book 1984, a room in which your biggest fear is located in (I'm too lazy to fact check that. Google it if you don't trust me.)? Well, no. I'm not really sure of anything to do on this blog. Normally, when people commemorate a huge event such as this (well, not such as this. More like any event that gets commemorated, because they're likely more important than reaching 100 blog posts), they throw a party. Or a potluck. But, considering this is just a wall of text and on the internet, my party planning is rather limited. So, I guess, well.........I don't know. I've got nothing. <br /><br />Listen to this and celebrate on my behalf if you wish.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOfe1bX8bII&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOfe1bX8bII&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I shall return with more blogs! Perhaps even later today. Y'never know. Until next time, as always, peace and love.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-15809769554426245622010-07-26T21:29:00.000-07:002010-07-26T21:33:02.722-07:00Smoke Us A Cigarette, Then Go Back To Sleep. Sleep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.Yeah, I'm back already! See what happens to those who wait? Ok, so maybe that's a terrible usage of that term. Whatever. So, yeah, for whatever reason, I'm in a big rap music phase this evening. As my previous blog showed with the Ying Yang Twins song, and now with this song: Sensual Seduction. Yes, I'm aware that's the censored version of the song. I just feel odd typing.........Sexual Erup...........well, you know. And I first heard it as Sensual Seduction, so there. Ha. It's by Snoop Dogg. You probably knew that. Anyways, for some reason, I absolutely love the video for this song, and well, the song is incredibly catchy. <br /><br />Here you go:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1PVmANeyAg&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1PVmANeyAg&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-6026347215156726582010-07-26T21:16:00.001-07:002010-07-26T21:27:22.658-07:00Just Remember To Always Think Twice. Don't Think Twice.Ah, Billie Jean. Such conflicting lyrics. As the ones that title this evening's blog show. So, random question to start off this blog: is it arrogant of me to assume this blog is funny? Well, I used a tag for this blog titled "funny", which, in turn, is basically indirectly saying that you're going to find this blog amusing. And as the writer, it's my job to live up to that 5-letter tag's standards. So, in turn (that phrase is so cool to me), if this blog isn't funny, then my tag is a lie. However, due to false advertisement, you've read my blog in hopes of finding amusement, which isn't there. And that, my dear readers, is the magic of advertisement. <br /><br />Yep, I'm improvising. Good of you to notice.<br /><br />Right now, as I'm blogging, I'm listening to the Ying Yang Twins. I wish I were joking. Well, a friend of mine told me to listen to it, and I feel bad if I don't. Guilt and what have you. So I'm listening to it. It's the song "Salt Shaker." When I hear this song, I imagine a stereotypical rap video with shiny cars, a club perhaps, of course, DEM HOES. So, as I listen to this song, it's as though my home has been turned into a rap video. Bass booming. Cars driving around my house with ridiculous hydraulics. Perhaps a strobe light or two. Suggestive dancing by scantily clad females. Y'know. The usual. I'm trying not to type too loudly in hopes of not waking the bitches. Alas, if the music doesn't wake them, I say I'm doing alright. Moving right along then. <br /><br />I'm getting decent at this whole ranting thing. I went into this blog without a plan. No set thing to type about, and look at all of that above this paragraph. Beautiful wall of text, is it not? The power of stream of consciousness writing, y'all. <br /><br />So, for now, I'm going to finish off this blog for now. I'll try to be more persistant with my blogging from here on out. And yes, I'm aware that I say that often, but whatevs. It is what it is. I'll work on it. <br /><br />Later, and until next time, shake it like a salt shaker:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ox6lGV0cr7U&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ox6lGV0cr7U&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-84190915897966203132010-07-17T19:23:00.000-07:002010-07-17T19:45:43.175-07:00That Girl Is Like A Sunburn.The title is by.......you know what? No. I'm not going to say that. Because I already have numerous times and I do it essentially every frickin' time I blog. So, you know what? No. Google it. Alright, fine. It's Never Let You Go, by Third Eye Blind. There. I do love me some Third Eye Blind. <br /><br />Ok, first off, I really hope this blog doesn't come off as depressing and such, because it truly isn't supposed to. And I'll attempt to be as vague as possible, in a good way I mean. Well, not in a good way, but most who know me will know what I'm talking about. But, anywho, onto the blog:<br /><br />Have you ever done something and felt, well, for lack of a better term, utterly helpless? Ok, yeah, really sappy sounding. Horrible choice of words. Haha. What I mean is, like, for example, let's say you play basketball. You're just shooting around, trying to get the ball in the basket. Sometimes you make some really impressive shots, which in turn makes you really pumped and, well, obviously happy. But then, other times, you have those days where it feels as though you can't hit anything whatsoever. Then you get super bummed and your confidence feels as though it's depleting to the point of stable glue (that's a Raconteurs lyric. Well, kinda. ;D). Well, I kinda have this problem with my work. Well, nothing against my work or anything, it's moreso against me. I'm maddeningly inconsistant, essentially, when it comes to doing my job. Some nights, I do fairly well and then other nights, I totally screw everything up and it all goes to hell. And the worst part is, that I have absolutely no idea how to become more consistent. <br /><br />I've paid attention to what I did on the days in which I did really well and got out of work in a somewhat reasonable amount of time, and then I tried to repeat it in other days, but for whatever reason, it doesn't work. And it bums me out, because when I do terribly, I know it makes my co-workers upset, because obviously they don't want to stay waiting for me to finish my work. Who would, really? But, I'm just lost, I guess. I know that some nights that we'll have good nights and bad nights when it comes to work, but it'd be good to at least make the bad nights more rare, instead of having them on equal ground as my good nights. Alas, I guess there isn't much I can do except keep working and doing my best to get us out of there as quickly as possible. <br /><br />Alright, well, that blog was rather depressing. And rant-y. If that's a word. As I said, I hate ending these things on a depressing note, so here's a song. It's the Third Eye Blind song I mentioned earlier in my opening paragraph of my blog. Never Let You Go. Here it is.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXqDSOxn2aI&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXqDSOxn2aI&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Later.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-32751909251630829022010-07-10T12:51:00.000-07:002010-07-10T13:10:43.386-07:00Sometimes I Feel So Happy, Sometimes I Feel So Sad.The Velvet Underground. Super underrated band. Yes, I've gotten into a habit of naming my blogs after song lyrics. So? Anyways, yeah, that's a good band. The song is Pale Blue Eyes. It's in Adventureland, one of my favorite movies, actually. So that earns it bonus points. Street cred, if you will. But anyways, moving right along.<br /><br />What is the point of this blog? Well, as I mentioned, it's a way for me to vent without having to have people listen to me venting. Haha. :P It's a'ight though. But basically, I just use this blog. (Note: that last sentence was meant to have a bit more to it, but I'll just leave it like that. Incompletion FTW! ;D) <br /><br />To be brutally honest with myself, as I've learned is good to do sometimes from watching reruns of Dr. Phil during afternoons with nothing better to do, I have admittedly become incredibly distant. Pretty much, I've gone into a bit of a self-induced isolation, for lack of a better term. Keeping to myself and not really keeping in touch as much as I probably should. And it's really stupid. Haha. So, if it's really stupid, why in the hell am I doing it? I honestly don't know. It doesn't do me a world of good at all, so it makes no sense as to why I'm doing it. So, if it's not helping me whatsoever, and in turn, making things worse for myself, why don't I stop it? Well................alright. Consider it done. <br /><br />That's it?<br /><br />Yeah.<br /><br />Well, not quite.<br /><br />I just feel absolutely terrible, because I've been distant towards the people I love most. Friends, family, people in general, basically. And I know that being ignored by someone who's a close friend/family member/human isn't the best feeling in the world. Personally, it really sucks. And yet, I'm projecting that onto people that mean the world to me. And I have absolutely no reason for doing so. It's ruining my relationships with people, or at least it has or is starting to with a very small few people. I just don't want it to get absolutely out of control and ruin my life. <br /><br />I'm tired of being a hermit and ignoring those close to me. God, that sounds horrible when said like that, but hopefully they'll understand. If not, I guess I don't blame them, because I've been a totally reprehensible human being the last couple of months. This isn't really for anyone in particular. Or one person, I should say. Just about a larger group of people (aka: family, friends, as I said). So basically, I'm sorry for being a massive tool as of late, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for my incredibly stupid seclusion as of late. I'm going to break out of that shell. <br /><br />This blog was rather depressing, and really stream of consciousness, so I'm just going to end it for now. The blog, I mean. But I don't want to end it on a depressing note, because that isn't me. So, here's a song I've gotten into as of late. It's by Brandon Flowers from the Killers. Really good band. It's called Crossfire. Oddly enough, it sounds exactly like the Killers. Which doesn't make sense as to why he's going solo, but eh, it is what it is. Here's the song:<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Peace and love, everyone. :)<br /><br />-Creech.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-53039832487135668182010-07-08T13:38:00.000-07:002010-07-09T11:14:35.930-07:00They'll Sell Your Wounds As Evidence Of Your Hope.Smashing Pumpkins. New song. Freak. Really frickin' good. Check it out on the Smashing Pumpkins website. Good stuff. Really sweet lyrics as well.<br /><br />Anyways, hi. It's been a while since I've blogged, and eh......well, for good reason, I guess, because I haven't really had anything exciting to blog about. And it's not like most people read this anyways, if anybody reads this anymore. This mainly is just a way to get my thoughts out. Pretty much like a therapist. Minus all the awkwardness of telling your problems and life stories and whatnot to a stranger. Though I guess by blogging all this, I'm sharing it on the internet with a bunch of strangers, so DOUBLE STANDARDS BE DAMNED. Excellente. <br /><br />Alright. Well, I guess I didn't have as much to say as I thought I did. Oh, well. This is the beginning. I'm starting to roll the snowball down the hill, and soon it will become an even bigger snowball. A snowball as big as...............I'm rambling. But anyways, that's all for now. One tribe y'all.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-70013378595873518282010-06-28T08:05:00.000-07:002010-06-28T08:19:03.665-07:00Songs I Think Don't Suck.Hello. It's been a week. Since my last blog, I mean. I've been busy living my life. AAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! Eh-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh. Sorry, T.I. and Rihanna infiltrated this blog for a second. Anyways, that sets me up for the perfect segue. Speaking of music, I've been listening to a lot of new music lately. Well, granted, I listen to music quite often, actually, but it seems like I've been getting into a lot of new music as of late. <br /><br />The first song I've gotten into are by a band called Neutral Milk Hotel. They're apparently a rather popular indie rock band who released a superb album and then just disappeared. Good work, guys. Their super popular album (using that as loosely as possible), In The Aeroplane Over The Sea, is actually pretty good. They do have a really terrible name though, and their vocalist isn't the best, but hey: I listen to the Smashing Pumpkins. So I can look past stupid band names and lackluster vocals. Their lyrics are also incredibly nonsensical. A lot of people think a lot of lyrics are about Anne Frank, which is kinda interesting if you ever want to look into them. But mostly, the lyrics are the definition of stream of consciousness. Anyways, they have a few really good songs. Here are those really good songs, In The Aeroplane Over The Sea, Holland 1945, and The King of Carrot Flowers Pt. 1:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcgyKo7vbm4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcgyKo7vbm4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCjpbjCH5L0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sCjpbjCH5L0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYOx43j9pRI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYOx43j9pRI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />The next song is by a band that I've never heard of called Broken Bells, which is a pretty sweet band name. I know they feature a person who I've never heard of from a band called The Shins and another guy named Danger Mouse, who's in a really good group called Gnarls Barkley. Who I love. I heard this song flipping through the Sirius Satellite Radio channels. Well, at least the last refrain (the "it's too late to change your mind" part) which led me to download this song. It's called The High Road. Listen and maybe enjoy.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mkr19RSG6k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mkr19RSG6k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />This song is by a band called Monsters of Folk, which is another awesome band name. It features people from Bright Eyes (their producer and then Conor Oberst, who's really good from what I've heard), My Morning Jacket (who I've never heard of), and She & Him (not Zooey Deschanel), so they're pretty legit. Ironically enough (not sure if I'm using the term right), this song that I really like by them isn't folksy at all. It's called Dear God (Sincerely M.O.F.), and it's probably not what you'd expect it to sound like from a band called Monsters of FOLK. Alas, it's still great. Here comes the fury.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BnFowzj9ck&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8BnFowzj9ck&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />And I think that'll do for now. I'll probably return with some more music later when I find some more new stuff I enjoy. But this'll suffice. Catch y'all later.<br /><br />One tribe, y'all.<br /><br />-Creech.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-76689490729180665902010-06-21T06:49:00.001-07:002010-06-21T06:50:12.469-07:00It Is A.............Road That.............You GO?<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FuX5_OWObA0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FuX5_OWObA0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-39185819992646858592010-06-19T10:47:00.000-07:002010-06-19T10:54:13.515-07:00A Silence That Speaks So Much Louder Than Words Of Promises Broken.Pink Floyd. Sorrow. Good song. That's where the title comes from. Probably don't care, but hey. The More You Know, right? Anyways, this is a blog in which I don't really have anything planned out that I'm going to say, so I'll wing it. It's gotten me this far in my almost 20 years of life on Earth, why stop now? Well, granted, I'm in my pajamas sitting at a computer blogging to essentially NOBODY, so I guess it hasn't gotten me too far. *sigh* Anywho, here's a rambling blog.<br /><br />Have you ever had one of those days where you're in a bad mood? Maybe not angry, but just upset or sad for no apparent reason? I'm kinda having one of those days today. I'm not depressed or anything, or at least I don't think I am, and thankfully these kinds of days don't come around too often, but when they do it's really random and kinda sucks. Well, it really sucks. I don't know. Maybe it has to do with.......eh, I have no idea. But it's just not the best feeling in the world, so that's a given. Oh well. Going to see Toy Story 3 later should boost my mood! =D At least I hope. If that doesn't put me in a good mood, Idk what will. Then again, I hear it's actually got a depressing ending, so.........eh, screw it. It'll still kick ass. <br /><br />Anyways, yeah, as you noticed, I've got nothing to say. So I'll shut up. Bye for now.<br /><br />-Creech.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-64266666728323391612010-06-18T06:26:00.001-07:002010-06-18T06:27:14.382-07:00Boys Don't Cry?<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQhh4Xs8RcM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQhh4Xs8RcM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571989928944331764.post-39263392674590096062010-06-16T07:55:00.000-07:002010-06-18T06:23:40.671-07:00There's A Crowd Outside Calling For Our Lives.Hey guys. So, yeah. Um.........I'm back? Yeah. I'm back. Sup? Well, I kinda lost interest in blogging, and frankly really haven't had much to blog about, but it's been about three weeks, and I have a few things to blog about. So this blog will be somewhat long. Or at least longer than my last blog. Which granted, was only a paragraph, but whatever. Small victories, people.<br /><br />So, if I haven't been blogging, then what have I been up to? Well, in all honesty, not as much as I'd like to admit. Really not a whole lot. Sucks. Yesterday, however, I did go to Indianapolis for pretty much the entire day. Which was pretty awesome. The reason I went, not so much awesome. Had to go to schedule a surgery. What for? Well, let's just say that if I were to tell you in detail, or even not really in detail, you would regret me telling you. Let's go with that. Anyways, I had to go there and get a surgery scheduled. A slightly more major surgery than my last ones, but a surgery nonetheless. And if memory serves correctly, it will be in August sometime. Probably around the beginning of August. Which is still a ways away, but regardless. As I said in my now-deleted Tumblr page, I'm actually fairly nervous about my surgery, actually. I have faith that all will go well though and I'll be back to my normal self in a couple of weeks, so hopes for all of that. <br /><br />I've also recently got back in touch with somebody. Someone whom I haven't had a substantial amount of contact with since I graduated, but I've always been close with, even though we're literally nothing alike. We hung out this past weekend (well, only on Friday, but still) and I had a fantastic time. Even though all we did was rent movies, buy candy, and then watch the aforementioned rented movies, I still had a really enjoyable time. Will we ever end up dating or in a relationship? I really could care less. I'm just glad we're still close and that we can hang out and all that jazz. <br /><br />Other than that, really I've just been working and enjoying time off from my classes, which has been nice. I've also been getting out of the house and hanging with people, which has also been good, as numerous blogs complaining about how I wanted to get out and hang out will attest to. But, alas, that's pretty much essentially it. There's other events that have happened, but those are the two that I wanted to mention most. Both happened within the last week, so they're fresh in my memory. So, there's that too. But whatever.<br /><br />Anyways, I'm out.goldengriffin90http://www.blogger.com/profile/10868860034435898269noreply@blogger.com0