Hey, remember nostalgia?

How about "Meet me at the crossroads" by Bone Thugs and Harmony?

You remember Pogs? I've got some pretty sweet slammers.

What about yo-yo balls?

I always really enjoyed Koala Yummies. (as well as those kanagroo themed frosting dipping cookie things)

Remember when the radio wouldn't shut up with One Headlight in '97?

I remember I used to be exicited for the friday night line up of Step by Step and Boy Meets World, except Topanga's chameleon act from weirdo to girlfriend was a little unbelieveable if I do say so myself.

How about when we all didn't have cell phones, and were infinitely better for it.

I remember when the internet was so new to me that I would write down advertised websites and actually visit them. Case in point: a fishing pole manufacturer.

The X-men cartoon on Fox was pretty awesome too.

End.

A song about life

Here's a song I wrote about what's going on lately. If you want to hear the music, just strum the G chord a bunch of times.

Jobs and interviews
Jobs and interviews
Jobs and interviews
Accounting burn in hell

Lots of reports and
Too much taking naps
Strawberry Zinfandel
Accounting burn in hell

I gotta do the job
Gotta do the job getting
Somebody give me me money but
Accounting burn in hell

I just wanna
go home


The end.

This damn watch

Because my watch band was unexplicable severed, I had to buy a new band. It came today, and as is usually the case when one receives a watch band, I was pretty excited. Little did I realize that this particular band had been born in the arctic chill of the deepest level of hell.

I began by removing the old bands. Easy enough. Then began the 2-hour process of trying to get those pins to pop into their holes. Oh man. OH. MAN. Somehow, I actually started to sweat during this process involving very little muscle movement. I eventually started to cut the bands to try to get them to fit better, but it didn't do anything.

Then all of the sudden, without explanation or understanding on my part, one of them went in.

At this point I didn't know what to do. All that toil; all that struggle. The moment was such that I had to stop and sit back and just contemplate my life. Where was I going? Where had I been? Who was I? I sat like this for a few minutes, then popped the other pin in with ease.

It's time for me to clock out.

B'scuse me

True story.

Michelle Jeffers, who you know or you don't know (I think that covers all the bases) recently told me a story of her trip to a fast-food chicken restaurant. It's short, but sweet.

Act I, Scene I

A large heavy-set black woman is in line in front of MIchelle. She orders something like a 50 piece bucket of chicken. The cash-register operator asks her:

"Is that for here or to go?"

The woman responds.

"B'SCUSE me muthafucka you think I can eat this entire bucket'a chicken myself?!"

To which the cashier replies:

"BITCH I don't know yo' life!"

Either the use of "B'scuse" or the cashier's pithy but vulgar response takes the cake as the best thing I've heard all fortnight. Cya.

This blog entry discusses Pogs.

Any ideas where I should spend the next two years of my life? I'm currently thinking 1.) Chicago, living with the 'rents, playing the "you can't turn me away I sprung from your loins" card, or 2.) in a job, or 3) in a drunken stupor. Or some combination of the above, I don't know.

On another note, my state quarter collection is coming along nicely. I finally got California today, which I should have gotten months and months ago. I expect that when I'm done, having collected all 50 states, that thing will be worth like $12.50! It's an investment really. Just like my Pogs.

On another note, you see how it mentions comments at the bottom of this thing? Why not say "hi" and validate my internet expression.

Sufjan Stevens concert on Friday. I'm pretty sure I'll like him, based on my limited exposure from my hipster roommate. I'm not racist against indie hipsters or anything, they just better know what they're talking about.

Hello. (I decided to mix up it up and not do the usual "goodbye" thing or whatever.)

zippo

I bought Kevin a zippo lighter--it was one of those gifts where I wanted it much more than he did. They are cool, but they take some getting used to. Bored? Check out www.lightertricks.com for some cool stuff. Go to Tricks A to Z and check out "Goofy Style." I spent way too much time learning how to do it.

I guess I'll keep using this thing

What's really new?

Well, I'm back at school, in classes, looking for jobs, doing work, contemplating life, trying to write better away messages, using an apple, going out to bars, making new friends, keeping old ones, enjoying the scenery, slowing down, speeding up, using contradictions, typing blog entries, finishing my journal, starting a new one(?), progressing.

Chris

Nada

Nothing much has happened lately