Thursday, September 17, 2009

Holy Crap


How did I not hear about this earlier?!? I really want to go to the State Fair now!!! Why do I have to go to dumb California tonight!?! PLEASE PLEASE if anyone goes to the fair, tell me what this was like!!! I must know!!!

Peacing Out 2.0


So I haven't blogged anything in a few days, so I will try to throw out a few today. This afternoon, Marcus and I are starting our drive out to San Francisco to attend the Niners-Seahawks game this Sunday. This will be my fourth trip, third to California, and second to San Fransisco, in the last year. I'm not saying this to brag, but to tell you I am really, really poor. Like naked, hungry, and destitute poor. But, it should be worth it. Marcus and I are splurging for some really nice seats and we've got a hotel really close to Fisherman's Wharf, Pier 39, and all that fun stuff. Should make for some great blogging stay-tuned.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Well, This Doesn't Happen Every Week

Niners win. Even better, they beat the defending NFC champs in their own stadium. I hope the good vibes carry over into next week. I could get used to this again.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

My Two Psychic Friends


This morning, I rolled out of bed promptly at 10:45. I grumpily staggered around my room for a few minutes before I decided I really didn't feel like putting forth the effort to get ready for my 11:30 class. So, I sat down in my chair, kicked up my feet, and before I could even turn on my TV, I got a text message from my friend, Krista. It said: You better not be skipping today. Kelsha and I have a plan. Krista and Kelsha are two of my friends in the technical writing program at school. First of all, no they were not staring though my window. Secondly, I don't know how they knew I was planning on sluffing school. Last of all, I had no idea what this plan was and if it somehow involved my apartment, my car, or my face being vandalized, I wanted no part of it. So I went to class.

Lucky for me there plan was to go to lunch at Chili's. I was super-fine with that. I took my new camera and told them I would give them a shout-out blog style.


Here they are. Kelsha is on the left, Krista is on the right. You can click on the links and visit their girl blogs. They are the two people who got me to start blogging, so if for any reason you like reading this, you can literally thank them for it. They are both whiz tech writers, which makes me wonder why they keep me around. Academically, I contribute nothing to the group. Actually, it is more like negative. I am a negative academic contributor. Maybe I make them feel smarter.

I would also like to give a shout-out to myself and my great coloring skills. Kelsha and I each colored a chili and donated a dollar to help a children's hospital or something. I would have taken some pictures of the artwork, but I forgot. I was too mesmerized by the food. These are the kind of things I will learn as I blog more. Krista decided not to color a chili because she hates kids. Hates them. OK, I'm just playing. She doesn't hate all kids. Just sick ones.

I would also like to give one last shout-out to the Chicken Fajita Quesadillas. So delicious. To steal a line from Tom Petty, "you wreck me, baby."

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Bowling


So today I upped the ante in the Blog game by purchasing a brand new camera. I would take a picture of it, but it's a camera so that doesn't work out too great. To get things going I took a few pictures of the bowling outing I took tonight.


Here I am with my bowling shoes. Yeah, that's right. I have bowling shoes.

Here are the girlies I went with; Emily, Kasie, and Katy. Yeah girls! I would like to say my bowling shoes and I totally wasted them. But that would be a lie.






Me holding my lucky bowling ball, the Pink Glory. We make quite the duo.

Unfortunately, the Pink Glory did let me down a time or two. And the girls were kind enough to let me know it.




Emily's ferocious donkey kick.

One thing girls love is posing for cameras.
A lot.

Also, we ran into my "OK" friend, Chester Q. Owens, but didn't get a picture.

Fin.