Wow. Did I really just say that?

Let me paint the picture with words,

Here I am, sitting in work, printing out Cards against humanity (Which was a whole other issue. I printed out four copies of the game when I meant to only do one and nine copies of the blank pages. Thank god I realized what was going on....) So after printing out those extra copies I wondered what I could do to get rid of them, and thought to give them away. So I hand one to a tutor at my side, and then ponder sending it to P. in Shanghai. Instead of asking where do I send it, or how efficent would it be to mail it to him I ask....

"How do I mail something?"

If P. was here I would have earned a  face palm  No question about it. Maybe even a double one.

The response that followed not only made me feel ridiculous but also realize how big of an impact rage faces have made in my life. If I so felt inclined, I could paint the entire scene in a comic and show the world, whoring it out for Karma on Reddit. Everyone could be a face in my world. Are we really that generic?  What does it say about us all that we can categorize our facial expressions into a simple piece of clip art? I will tell you internet. It says that I go online to much.

In the beginning God created coffee....

Hello bloggersphere!

I have always wanted to say that, I'm not sure why. So. Lets recap whats going on here.....

This is my blog. I will recount the happenings of my everyday life because 1. I can and 2. my dearest companion is away on an adventure. Watch out for arrows to the knee. I'm sorry Patch I resisted saying that til now. Anyways. He is on an adventure in some backward ass country and its nuts. This way I can keep him up to date on anything that happens here while he is gone. I probably should have used a fake name though...now I can't announce my intent to cause chaos.

OH WELL!

.........well....what now. Well, I guess we use this point to finish our positive. and to restrain our annoyance at the damn alarm clock which I commanded to wake Jason up. He has yet to do so... I'm going to have to do it and that involves moving. We really need to get coffee for the coffee making thing.  I've come to realize my body depends on the caffeine. And since I cant drink soda and go to (Well more like be forced to) go to the gym with Chris, who is going to murder me by the way. He thinks I'm going to do the same exercise routine as they did last semester. Another thing disrupted by the adventurous nature of people.

We also need to get milk now that I think about it....MISSION OF THE DAY. COFFEE AND MILK.....and cereal! We need that too.... Now I need to make a whole shopping list.........





P-mend, I hope you know where your towel is. This shits gonna be crazy.