Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Angry Mail-women

I have recently been entertaining a project for a very good friend of mine, which entails a lot of letters to be sent out. I met with my first mail-women and got all kind of good tidbits to prepare my massive circulation of letters. I was feeling pretty good about things, and then today, a dreadful meeting occurred. I had finished up my last few letters and set them out at the mailbox, and then an hour or two later I hear a loud "knock" on the door. I ran upstairs to see who was there and there stood an older mail-women, and she had a very stern and gangly presence. She related to me that although I put a "Do not Bend" stamp on the envelopes that these papers would be going through "MACHINES," I quickly related this idea to the movie Toy Story 2, when Buzz Lightyear is trying to save Woody in the onslaught of escalators moving the luggage parcels around.

I stood there remembering the funny situations of those silly toys, and not seeing how peeved this woman was, because I really think she assumed I believed she hand delivered the mail herself in the little truck all across the country(to clarify I do not). She kept confirming to me that things were going to be swooshed around and possibly bent, I concurred with her, and tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, for my expertise revolves around mac'n'cheese and Star Wars. She persisted to give me a grave tone and I wallowed a bit trying to explain that a few bends here and there might make things look better, because bent up and ratty paper looks timeless. In summation, she doesn't like me, I instead think she is awesome, and it is her angry timelessness that I adore.

Monday, April 12, 2010

I am currently in the midst of my final exams for my second to last semester here at the University of Michigan. I will have to say finals week is a horrible time, and I hope I survive. I would wish that life had a more tangible button like this one. I highly suggest you follow this link to relieve your stress.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Jerk

A favorite quote from a favorite movie of mine "The Jerk."

"I know we've only known each other four weeks and three days, but to me it seems like nine weeks and five days. The first day seemed like a week and the second day seemed like five days. And the third day seemed like a week again and the fourth day seemed like eight days. And the fifth day you went to see your mother and that seemed just like a day, and then you came back and later on the sixth day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming like two days, so in the evening it seemed like two days spilling over into the next day and that started seeming like four days, so at the end of the sixth day on into the seventh day, it seemed like a total of five days. And the sixth day seemed like a week and a half. I have it written down, but I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it".

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Cooley writing contest

I was recently awarded second place for a fictional piece I wrote a few years back called "Spine." I have to give the title credit from my oldest brother James who looked over it before I submitted it and gave me the better name. It was originally "Decadence," which looking back doesn't seem to apply as well. This was the first writing contest I have ever submitted any writing to, and I am extremely excited that anything I wrote was enjoyed or approved by anyone. I will be going to an award ceremony in the near future and am wondering if it is cool to find a date for a award luncheon? I am also looking forward to getting tickets to this years graduation who will have the guest speaker of Barack Obama, which is awesome.

A shave to remember

I have gained a fair amount of weight over this last winter, and as any dieter must know you generally need some type of cause. I figured it would be easiest to have a race, which now I've decided that I will get one final shave, after which it will be me against my beard until I get back to my featherweight of 175 pounds. I am currently at 183, and I figure returning to my previous running regiment will get me back on track. If you see me in the future with a ghastly beard you will surely see my uggo failure. The added weight of a continually growing beard might make my situation harder, but alas no one likes a chubby ZZ top.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Sadie Hawkin's dance?

I have been feeling rather pitiful with the oncoming Valentines day, which I am sadly alone for this year. I have none the less been asked by 3 different women to 3 different dances, and the last one being a Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. I do have to say that this is a positive and I only wish I could elate the beauty of there being a perfect song to follow.This being said, it should be dutifully noted that I rather miss the days of having that rushed feeling where I didn't know what to get a loved one. Over the next couple of days I will be traversing my mind over these moments I'm sure as I generally do. So here is a genuine melody to play in respect to the future of my pre-valentine night.

Thursday, February 11, 2010