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Sunday Bloggy Sunday

I don’t have time to write this today.  I’ve got to read a novel about stock fraud and prepare 3 topics for a cultural discussion tomorrow.  But I’m going to write it anyway.

Mostly because I got a grand total of 4 views yesterday, an all time low.  It makes me sad. Tell your friends about my site!

An embarrassing moment followed when I tried to look cool and kick the turnstile and step through it gracefully and stylishly, only to remember that the physics of it cause it to inevitably swing around and hit me in the crotch.  Meant to do that…

Shut up, cheerful cardinal on my windowsill, I’m trying to mope.

If you’re ever in the mood for horrible weather, try planning an outdoor event, guaranteed to be awful.

This is how my blog works. Just FYI.

Worse than avoiding people you don’t want to talk to is when you see someone you know, and you go to smile and say something and all you get is a poker face.

Man I’m bad at this whole school thing, I’m probably going to have to go to the library for the first time all semester to get this reading done.

Feel free to judge me on this one, but thanks to my friends at Tokyo Pot, I am 420 chapters into this manga called One Piece lately, and the other day it actually made me cry.  I am confident enough in my masculinity that I can admit it.  Real tears came down my face as I read this comic.  I read, I laugh, and I cry at this stuff.  Don’t hate it until you try it, that’s all I have to say.

I sound like a drug dealer.

I guess I’m going to go read this novel about stock fraud in the library and more importantly be seen reading this novel about stock fraud in the library. Bleh.

Swamped,

-Andrew

P.S. I feel like I wasted an awesome title on a crappy post.  Sorry about that.

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If the pinnacle of your comedic material is a Justin Bieber comment, angry You Tube commenter, don’t leave your mom’s basement for your international comedy tour just yet.  Bieber-haters  just have  a different, equally annoying and talentless  strain of Bieber Fever.

When I go home I am hesitant to take the change gathering dust on my nightstand, carelessly emptied from my pockets over the years after countless lunches, dates, and video game purchases. It feels like I’m stealing from my past.

A Haiku from DJ Flula Borg:

Fluku No. 60: Oedipus Rex

mama: you are cute /

let us have some intercourse. /

dad: sorry, you’re dead.

– f|u|a

The only way Freud’s psychosexual stages are acceptable is if Sofia Vergara is your mom.

Lying to others is bad, but the worst thing you can do is lie to yourself, because you’ll eventually start to believe it.

To the girls who sit behind me in my Lit. class: As like, interesting as your lives are, I’m like, going to have to slap you if you don’t like, shut up when I’m trying to listen to the professor.

Sure, person handing out flyers, I’ll throw this away when I get around the corner for you, but surely there’s a better way to get rid of a stack of papers..

We get along like Germ-X and a paper cut.

Let’s do lunch sometime,

-Andrew

P.S. This song makes me immensely happy on a warm and sunny day like today. I am a sap.

Hump Day Randomness

Few things are as uncomfortable in life as an old person, unfamiliar with modern connotations of the word “hump,” mentioning “hump day.” Maybe I just need to grow up, but come on, you know it’s weird.

I’m not handicapped, I just like ramps and automatic doors.

Global Warming isn’t raising the water level in the ocean, the continent is just sinking as people get fatter and fatter. Check it out http://cdc.gov/obesity/data/trends.html. Yay us!

A beautiful day, 73 degrees and sunny, made more beautiful by the beautiful ladies in every direction I look.  Not sure what it is about nice weather and good looking girls, but this needs to happen more often.

To the guy sitting next to me during that test who felt the need to crack every joint in both hands over a period of ten minutes, you almost got punched.

That awkward moment when you hear heavy footsteps and mouth breathing behind you, but you can’t really look all the way back to see who it is, because that’s weird, but you can see a hoodie and sketchiness out of the corner of your eye, so you walk a little faster.

Sure the sun’ll come up and all that jazz, but the best thing about tomorrow? Today’s crossword puzzle answers.

High fructose corn syrup is the nectar of the Gods.  The Gods of Diabetes, Love Handles, and Heart Attacks.

I always wonder what the deal with the brown M&M is.  I mean you have the primary colored ones (red, yellow, and blue), and you have two secondary colored ones (green and orange). Instead of making a purple one (the third secondary color) however, they decided to make the last one brown. Brown. Of all the colors at their disposal they picked brown? Is ANYONE’s favorite color brown? That’s what color they are on the inside too; why bother painting a brown chocolate candy, brown? It just doesn’t make any sense.

(I researched it by eating another bag of M&M’s.  Turns out they’re delicious.  Still, I want a purple M&M!)

 

Anybody remember tan M&M's???

Get it? It's a cat totally acting like a person. XD Not sure what that was all about but, lol.

Everyone loves a smartass at 75 mph.

With your daily dose of worthlessness, humor, and trivia,

-Andrew

Nanotechnology- because it’s not about how big your robot is, it’s about how you use it.

I noticed the other day on a Dippin’ Dots stand that it no longer said “The Ice Cream of The Future.”  So either the Dippin’ Dots time machine broke or……WE’RE IN THE FUTURE.

I learned a word today! Wray (v.) – to reveal or disclose. See? it’s not harmful to do crossword puzzles in class!

I hate eating at restaurants alone.  Unless it’s part of a loneliness montage in a movie it’s just awkward and creepy.

Is it weird that it bothers me to eat a corn dog in public? It sucks because I love corn dogs, but there’s no dignified way to eat a corn dog.  No matter how you do it, there is some obvious innuendo…. Maybe it’s just because my mind is in the gutter, but come on, the imagery is apparent.  Not going to post a picture here, do a Google Image search, I dare you.

I think I’ve fallen in love with a random girl on myspace I stumbled across whilst looking for appropriate corn dog pictures….

Don't give me that. This was the picture that brought me to her page, so you can leave your judgmental pants at home.

No really she’s perfect, she loves crosswords, she’s ridiculously attractive in a cute but refined way, she likes Flight of the Conchords, Jimmy Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and Regina Spektor, she has videos of herself looking beautiful and beautifully playing piano, she has an adorable daschund named Maude, and if she dies she doesn’t want anyone to f*** up her Myspace page with RIP comments and s***.

Wow, this is a lesson to everyone out there to be careful about just how much information you put on your profile, or else some random guy with a blog might fall in love with you as a result of a Google Image search for corn dogs.

But, if I just described your MySpace page, call me, because we’re totally soul mates. ;)

Also I noticed that no one on MySpace has updated their status since 2009…. Was there a mass extinction I didn’t hear about? Or did MySpace just fly into a black hole?

Now I’m really hungry for a corn dog.

::UPDATE:: I didn’t have any corn dogs so I decided to have soup, but the bowl was slightly too small for the amount of soup that was in the can. I discovered this after I poured the entire can in the bowl (or rather, in and around the bowl).  Oh and I couldn’t microwave it because there was soup all over the bowl so I ate it cold.  Freaking soup…. Should have had a hot pocket.

Before I spiral any further out of the realm of readability,

-Andrew

[No explanation here.]

They say quantum physics is only a theory, but the Del Monte fruit company has been using quantum physics for years.  No matter how or where you open a fruit cup, 60% of the juice ends up on your crotch. My only explanation? WORM HOLES.

Opening a fruit cup opens a portal straight to your crotch, be careful.

My Econ professor today said that it’s impossible to truly quantify happiness and put it on a graph.   I say that’s false.  For me, just stick a topographical map of Candy Mountain on graph paper. Happiness.

God, I think somebody set the thermostat for my floor to tropical rainforest.  Or else the OSU jazzercise club meets in my room daily, at whenever I’m not there o-clock.  It’s hot, humid, and smells like instant lunch and conception. Welcome to Parker Hall.

Style points are everything.

If anyone was wondering, ARomDoms is a cute shortening of Andrew Romans dominates, and it rhymes with “.com”  so yeah.  Nothing kinky, you freak. Just to clear that up.

My writing process? Ready, publish, proofread. Oops.

This will surely affect the inheritance.

That awkward moment when a random old person or relative you forgot to hide your Facebook statii from comments on your status about the inappropriateness of it.  Sir Joseph Buzzkillington III commented on your status: “I find your utter lack of morals disturbing, and shall henceforth begin a discussion of the importance of moral and fiscal conservatism on the world wide web.”

So far the biggest question in College has been, “how long can I use this before I have to wash it?” The answer? You don’t want to know.  A long time.

Here’s hoping I survive the third blizzard in Oklahoma history tonight,

-Andrew

P.S. Feedback about what you like and don’t like in my blog posts is greatly appreciated! Especially the stuff you like…. It’ll help me figure out a theme or general blog niche to fit in.  Unless it’s fine just the way it is, in which case, awesome.

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