Fa la la la la la laaaaa
I have no inspiration. No sense of humor. No energy in any bones of my body. Just exhaustion and listlessness. I want to go on a vacation. I want to go to the Caribbean and eat rice and beans with the locals. I want to visit Italy and eat spaghetti and meatballs with the locals. I want to go to Greece and eat chocolate with mountain goats. I want to eat a statue of liberty shaped grape. Things are disappointing on a daily basis.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
All the cool kids are doing it....
Alright BLOGGIES! Is that what I call you? Soemone who likes food is a foodie, no? I dig it.
As of late, I've become obsessed with a blog by the name of Hyperbole and a Half. Allie writes about countless adventures and bizaree escapades she's thus encountered in her life, and makes it the funniest fucking thing I can wrap my feeble mind around.
I wanted to start blogging but I realized I don't have fun stories, and can't draw exciting pictures to illustrate the constant frusteration that is my life. BUT I don't plan on sharing this with anyone I'm close with, so I'm going to let loose...
You see, I go to school in Orlando, Florida at Full Sail University. (I was warned upon entering the school that it earned itself a nickname of 'Full Male'...I wish they would have also thrown in some statistics about the literacy levels of my fellow classmates before deciding to enroll, because that information has become much more pertinent in my life...) Aside from dealing with morons on a constant basis, I find myself sturggling with extreme levels of frusteration with seemingly mundane things.
FOR INSTANCE....
Does this look like a suitable amount of heated water (mixed with cold, mind you) to come out of a faucet? Does this look like it warrants a 70 dollar water bill? I big to differ, Apartment complex...
As of late, I've become obsessed with a blog by the name of Hyperbole and a Half. Allie writes about countless adventures and bizaree escapades she's thus encountered in her life, and makes it the funniest fucking thing I can wrap my feeble mind around.
I wanted to start blogging but I realized I don't have fun stories, and can't draw exciting pictures to illustrate the constant frusteration that is my life. BUT I don't plan on sharing this with anyone I'm close with, so I'm going to let loose...
You see, I go to school in Orlando, Florida at Full Sail University. (I was warned upon entering the school that it earned itself a nickname of 'Full Male'...I wish they would have also thrown in some statistics about the literacy levels of my fellow classmates before deciding to enroll, because that information has become much more pertinent in my life...) Aside from dealing with morons on a constant basis, I find myself sturggling with extreme levels of frusteration with seemingly mundane things.
FOR INSTANCE....
Does this look like a suitable amount of heated water (mixed with cold, mind you) to come out of a faucet? Does this look like it warrants a 70 dollar water bill? I big to differ, Apartment complex...
I plan on going after the source...the water heater. While I am not a trained electrician, I feel I can conquer that stupid mechanism that takes up 85% of my pantry space and manipulate it into giving me abundant, free, hot water. I will write shortly with the outcome of this endeavor.
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