This is the longest I've gone without posting a blog. Call me Captain Failsauce.
So I'm 29 now.
Still trying to get used to it. Not sure I'm digging it.
Also, I had my finals earlier this week.
Lately I've been addicted to this game called Terraria. Like 2D Minecraft with an adventure/RPG-ish twist. It's crazy fun.
I've also recently discovered some deliciously dorky music.
The Protomen:
The Megas:
Also, while a bit late to the game, I finally finished watching Battlestar Galactica. Insta-fan.
That about wraps it up for about nowish.
Also, remember childrens,
So I'm 29 now.
Still trying to get used to it. Not sure I'm digging it.
Also, I had my finals earlier this week.
Lately I've been addicted to this game called Terraria. Like 2D Minecraft with an adventure/RPG-ish twist. It's crazy fun.
I've also recently discovered some deliciously dorky music.
The Protomen:
The Megas:
Also, while a bit late to the game, I finally finished watching Battlestar Galactica. Insta-fan.
That about wraps it up for about nowish.
Also, remember childrens,
Last night's "Fashionably Awkward" party was fun. I'm still a little fuzzy on some of the details, but I think people took pictures, which may be available as soon I'm able to get my hands on 'em.
My legs are sore today, so I'm guessing I did a bunch of awkward dancing, though of course with me all dancing is awkward dancing.
<-- obligatory smiley face.
My legs are sore today, so I'm guessing I did a bunch of awkward dancing, though of course with me all dancing is awkward dancing.
<-- obligatory smiley face.Why yes, I am still alive. No need to fear!
I've been spending most of my free time these days with friends and the continued job search. Nearly got a job at GameStop, but alas...
Started working out with my friend Jeff at his apartment's clubhouse three times a week, he's calling it "Operation Mansaurus", I just call it "Time to try not being fat". I'm fairly optimistic, but we'll see.
Big Halloween party coming up, no clue what I'm going to go as. Some of my friends were thinking of going as the Axis powers, so I was considering going as Winston Churchill or Roosevelt, but who knows. Suggestions welcome.
Also, my apartment complex has updated their pet rules, I could get meself a puppy if I wanted to now. Some of you may know that I love dogs, and it's been a long time since I've had one.
So Jonny loves you all and I'm going to try and be more present again.
Also, I Jonny lurves boobers.
The secret is out.
I've been spending most of my free time these days with friends and the continued job search. Nearly got a job at GameStop, but alas...
Started working out with my friend Jeff at his apartment's clubhouse three times a week, he's calling it "Operation Mansaurus", I just call it "Time to try not being fat". I'm fairly optimistic, but we'll see.
Big Halloween party coming up, no clue what I'm going to go as. Some of my friends were thinking of going as the Axis powers, so I was considering going as Winston Churchill or Roosevelt, but who knows. Suggestions welcome.
Also, my apartment complex has updated their pet rules, I could get meself a puppy if I wanted to now. Some of you may know that I love dogs, and it's been a long time since I've had one.
So Jonny loves you all and I'm going to try and be more present again.
Also, I Jonny lurves boobers.
The secret is out.
Been spending my lazy afternoon listening to some old school video game music, and I gotta say I'm not sure it gets more epic than the moon level from Capcom's Ducktales game for the NES,
Here's the song without all the distracting sounds,
Oh, but there's more! Turns out there are some amazing remixes to this song out there, here are three in a progressive scale of glorious awesome:
The last one gives me effing goosebumps. I dare you not to feel good while listening to it.
That is all, Jonny out.
Here's the song without all the distracting sounds,
Oh, but there's more! Turns out there are some amazing remixes to this song out there, here are three in a progressive scale of glorious awesome:
The last one gives me effing goosebumps. I dare you not to feel good while listening to it.
That is all, Jonny out.
I had the best dream EVER.
All my favorite people from Chat were there, then my friends from down here showed up, then two of my best friends from my home town showed up. Then we all went camping. Shit, if this had really happened, my life would have been complete. It was so fucking awesome.
/End.
All my favorite people from Chat were there, then my friends from down here showed up, then two of my best friends from my home town showed up. Then we all went camping. Shit, if this had really happened, my life would have been complete. It was so fucking awesome.
/End.
What follows was written under the influence of much sugar and caffeine.
Dear Internet,
I know we haven't gotten along through all these years, though you've mostly been a faithful companion. We've had our ups and downs, I forgave you when you thrust tub girl upon me, and I can't blame you for lemonparty--the blame there belongs to others who abused you for their twisted purposes.
However, I must write you a heart felt complaint. In the deep caverns and recesses I have heard dark whispers of One Man, One Jar. Being the noble and stalwart person that I am I turned away from these harrowing tales and ghastly rumors. But you, O my Internet, you hunted me down like a huntress on the wild savanna chases an injured antelope. You were not content to let me be free of this, you could not let my eyes go untainted. You have robbed me of some of the last bit of oracular virginity I had left. How could you? For while I was surfing for innocuous information regarding apps for the iPhone you dick slapped me in the face; a camouflaged link waiting in ambush. Those screams, I cannot unhear, and those images I cannot unsee. The mushroom stamp of your bastard treachery leaves an indelible bruise upon my cheek.
In spite of these actions, I am willing to forgive you. After all, I love you. However, it will take time for this emotional scarring to heal.
Loves and kisses;
- Jonny the Effin B
Dear Internet,
I know we haven't gotten along through all these years, though you've mostly been a faithful companion. We've had our ups and downs, I forgave you when you thrust tub girl upon me, and I can't blame you for lemonparty--the blame there belongs to others who abused you for their twisted purposes.
However, I must write you a heart felt complaint. In the deep caverns and recesses I have heard dark whispers of One Man, One Jar. Being the noble and stalwart person that I am I turned away from these harrowing tales and ghastly rumors. But you, O my Internet, you hunted me down like a huntress on the wild savanna chases an injured antelope. You were not content to let me be free of this, you could not let my eyes go untainted. You have robbed me of some of the last bit of oracular virginity I had left. How could you? For while I was surfing for innocuous information regarding apps for the iPhone you dick slapped me in the face; a camouflaged link waiting in ambush. Those screams, I cannot unhear, and those images I cannot unsee. The mushroom stamp of your bastard treachery leaves an indelible bruise upon my cheek.
In spite of these actions, I am willing to forgive you. After all, I love you. However, it will take time for this emotional scarring to heal.
Loves and kisses;
- Jonny the Effin B
I think I've been neglecting my chat duties as of late. I'll have to fix this pronto + BOOZE!!!!111oneoneeleven
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