Hello Internet,
Soon, Toby (my roommate), and I will be taking a camping/road trip to Chicago and I plan to take you with me. More to come.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
"Real Life Is Coming For Us"
Hello Internet,
"Real life is coming for us." - Jonathan Tropper, This Is Where I Leave You (an amazing book I've been reading)
I'm soaking wet.
I'm cold and wet and tired and sitting in a Barns & Noble (shameless name drop) half way between home and my mom's house but most of all: this has not been my day.
Actually this hasn't been my week.
"Real life is coming for us." - Jonathan Tropper, This Is Where I Leave You (an amazing book I've been reading)
I'm soaking wet.
I'm cold and wet and tired and sitting in a Barns & Noble (shameless name drop) half way between home and my mom's house but most of all: this has not been my day.
Actually this hasn't been my week.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Resolution
Hello Internet,
Its a new year, 2013 is here. That rhymes, you're welcome for starting your year off right.
So this January 1st, like every one for the past five years, I spent my time reigning in the New Year at the Big Sky Ski resort in Montana. My very good friend Wesley and his parents take me to go skiing from the day after Christmas till January 1st. It's a good time with lots of laughs and underhanded humor and I love every second of it. Mrs. H----- always makes us make resolutions, which I really don't like doing so it usually ends up being something sarcastic but this year I've got a good one; well two. I'm making it starting tomorrow so keep me accountable for two weeks after 2014 but this year I'm going to do a drawing a day and a post on here at least once a week. Wish me luck!
Its a new year, 2013 is here. That rhymes, you're welcome for starting your year off right.
So this January 1st, like every one for the past five years, I spent my time reigning in the New Year at the Big Sky Ski resort in Montana. My very good friend Wesley and his parents take me to go skiing from the day after Christmas till January 1st. It's a good time with lots of laughs and underhanded humor and I love every second of it. Mrs. H----- always makes us make resolutions, which I really don't like doing so it usually ends up being something sarcastic but this year I've got a good one; well two. I'm making it starting tomorrow so keep me accountable for two weeks after 2014 but this year I'm going to do a drawing a day and a post on here at least once a week. Wish me luck!
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Recharging the battery
Hello Internet,
Recently my car battery died.
(And by that I mean it died then I waited a month to do anything about it because, let's face it, sometimes it's nice to be chauffeured.) Which is really unfortunate, and I know what you're thinking, "Jump the battery." Well let me walk you through the chain of events:
The day I realized it had died, obviously I jumped the battery. Pause - Jumping car batteries has always terrified me; we've all seen the scene in the TV show when the guy puts on the jumper cables wrong and then, after a massive concussive and electrical explosion he stands, fried and hairless. I don't think I'd look good hairless, I'm to boney and I need the hair mass to fill me out.
Resume - Like I said, I jumped it with some help from Taylor but when I waited for it to charge and tried to drive it I only made it about 4 feet before it died and I rolled it back into my parking place. Call Dad. Remind him I'm an Art Major. Feel the disappointment. Mentally designing the "Sorry I can't throw a football" Fathers Day card.
Fast forward another week and it's the day before Thanksgiving break. My plan was to be the manliest man and take out the battery myself, take it over to WalMart, get a new one to put in then wrestle some crocodiles or light a cigar with the muzzle flash from a shot gun because, you know, I'm a man. After scouring my tool box, some colorful and down right creative swearing, and two trips to the hardware store I realized that I neither have the tools nor the capability [read: patience nor the desire] to remove the battery myself. All the tools I had in my gritty wrench hands were not enough to remove the bolt holding the battery to the frame of the car. Something about foreign cars being on the metric tool set or being blessed with magic powers or something; we (Taylor and I) decided to jump the car and wait for it to charge again. This time when I connected the jumper cables though the alarm stated going off. Pause - whenever I hear a car alarm going off I just want the person to steal the car faster because car alarms are annoying. But this is college and people are nice and call security where I'm from. Resume - After a call to My-Friend-the-Mechanic-Nick and a lovely chat with a security guard who was clearly more in-the-know then me we figured out how to stop the alarm and got the car started. After waiting half an hour for it to charge and driving it around a little I thought it would be safe to shut the car off and try to start it again, but guess what, it just wasn't. The car died, again.
After more colorful language I had my roommate Toby take me to AutoZone the next day and a wonderful balding women who hunts her own Thanksgiving deer every year replaced my battery in 10 minutes. Happy Holidays everyone! Drive safe.
Recently my car battery died.
(And by that I mean it died then I waited a month to do anything about it because, let's face it, sometimes it's nice to be chauffeured.) Which is really unfortunate, and I know what you're thinking, "Jump the battery." Well let me walk you through the chain of events:
The day I realized it had died, obviously I jumped the battery. Pause - Jumping car batteries has always terrified me; we've all seen the scene in the TV show when the guy puts on the jumper cables wrong and then, after a massive concussive and electrical explosion he stands, fried and hairless. I don't think I'd look good hairless, I'm to boney and I need the hair mass to fill me out.
 |
Fast forward another week and it's the day before Thanksgiving break. My plan was to be the manliest man and take out the battery myself, take it over to WalMart, get a new one to put in then wrestle some crocodiles or light a cigar with the muzzle flash from a shot gun because, you know, I'm a man. After scouring my tool box, some colorful and down right creative swearing, and two trips to the hardware store I realized that I neither have the tools nor the capability [read: patience nor the desire] to remove the battery myself. All the tools I had in my gritty wrench hands were not enough to remove the bolt holding the battery to the frame of the car. Something about foreign cars being on the metric tool set or being blessed with magic powers or something; we (Taylor and I) decided to jump the car and wait for it to charge again. This time when I connected the jumper cables though the alarm stated going off. Pause - whenever I hear a car alarm going off I just want the person to steal the car faster because car alarms are annoying. But this is college and people are nice and call security where I'm from. Resume - After a call to My-Friend-the-Mechanic-Nick and a lovely chat with a security guard who was clearly more in-the-know then me we figured out how to stop the alarm and got the car started. After waiting half an hour for it to charge and driving it around a little I thought it would be safe to shut the car off and try to start it again, but guess what, it just wasn't. The car died, again.
After more colorful language I had my roommate Toby take me to AutoZone the next day and a wonderful balding women who hunts her own Thanksgiving deer every year replaced my battery in 10 minutes. Happy Holidays everyone! Drive safe.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Contagion: WGI.
Hello Internet,
Today marks the second night I haven't slept apart from a three hour nap around 5pm. Instead I watched New Girl and laid in bed reading. None the less I was [what should have been] awoken by my up stairs neighbor methodically knocking on the ceiling/floor. This is Friday morning.
You see like most young adults I occasionally suffer from bouts of a serious case of White-Girl-Insomnia (WGI), which is a vicious sickness that steams from an over exposure to caffeine, sugar, and years of poor sleeping habits. Often results are sleepless nights followed by day-lazies and Facebook posts such as "OMG im suuuch a insomniac!!! ;(( #nosleep" [NOTE: It pains me so much to type so poorly that I've taken to humming childhood comfort songs. Moving on]. The only known cure is maturity.
[Drafted a few days ago, published now]
Today marks the second night I haven't slept apart from a three hour nap around 5pm. Instead I watched New Girl and laid in bed reading. None the less I was [what should have been] awoken by my up stairs neighbor methodically knocking on the ceiling/floor. This is Friday morning.
You see like most young adults I occasionally suffer from bouts of a serious case of White-Girl-Insomnia (WGI), which is a vicious sickness that steams from an over exposure to caffeine, sugar, and years of poor sleeping habits. Often results are sleepless nights followed by day-lazies and Facebook posts such as "OMG im suuuch a insomniac!!! ;(( #nosleep" [NOTE: It pains me so much to type so poorly that I've taken to humming childhood comfort songs. Moving on]. The only known cure is maturity.
[Drafted a few days ago, published now]
Thursday, November 15, 2012
[Construction Ahead]
Hello Internet,
Ah, and so it really begins. My first non-introduction post with a working title. I've spent quite a few minutes thinking about what I'm going to write here for my first real post. So far I've discovered that it's a lot like when you go to a restaurant and ask for something off the menue only to be informed that they don't have that today. Fresh out. And so you panic and order the first thing that comes to mind, like two PLAIN double cheese burgers. Ok, so it's not a perfect analogy but don't order plain burgers, they taste gross. Basically any idea I've come up with has seemed inadequate so this is me panicking hail mary, for the plain burgers. Don't expect to much.
Today I register for classes for my next semester here at school, which is pretty cool. I've finished up most of my Gen-Eds (thats collage kid for General Education Classes [why do I even bother to shorten it if I'm just going to explain it later?]) so now I'm really getting into my core classes. I'm pretty excited, today I'm a Communications Major. I was an Art major until I decided I wasn't going to make any money so I switched to English (interesting, when you account my spelling) for a while so I could get a high paying job. If you live in the US you probably see the logical fallacy there. So now Communications. So what can you gather from this information? Lets analyze: Art major - so I think I'm creative and counter cultural. English major - I think I'm smart and independently funny. Sounds about right. So why Communications, you ask? Well its broad and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I know my interest are Star Wars audio dramas and independent film making/documentaries. I know that it will let me deal with media and have some sort of mild creative influence and original problem solving (I hope). I know that an appreciation for English will come in handy any where. And I know that I really want to travel - along with anyone my age. So yea, basically a dime a dozen.
I hope to have a slightly more interesting post here pretty soon, hold fast dear internet, I promise to rattle you with much more interesting tales of glory and hardship. Or day to day over sleeping, we will see.
Ah, and so it really begins. My first non-introduction post with a working title. I've spent quite a few minutes thinking about what I'm going to write here for my first real post. So far I've discovered that it's a lot like when you go to a restaurant and ask for something off the menue only to be informed that they don't have that today. Fresh out. And so you panic and order the first thing that comes to mind, like two PLAIN double cheese burgers. Ok, so it's not a perfect analogy but don't order plain burgers, they taste gross. Basically any idea I've come up with has seemed inadequate so this is me panicking hail mary, for the plain burgers. Don't expect to much.
Today I register for classes for my next semester here at school, which is pretty cool. I've finished up most of my Gen-Eds (thats collage kid for General Education Classes [why do I even bother to shorten it if I'm just going to explain it later?]) so now I'm really getting into my core classes. I'm pretty excited, today I'm a Communications Major. I was an Art major until I decided I wasn't going to make any money so I switched to English (interesting, when you account my spelling) for a while so I could get a high paying job. If you live in the US you probably see the logical fallacy there. So now Communications. So what can you gather from this information? Lets analyze: Art major - so I think I'm creative and counter cultural. English major - I think I'm smart and independently funny. Sounds about right. So why Communications, you ask? Well its broad and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I know my interest are Star Wars audio dramas and independent film making/documentaries. I know that it will let me deal with media and have some sort of mild creative influence and original problem solving (I hope). I know that an appreciation for English will come in handy any where. And I know that I really want to travel - along with anyone my age. So yea, basically a dime a dozen.
I hope to have a slightly more interesting post here pretty soon, hold fast dear internet, I promise to rattle you with much more interesting tales of glory and hardship. Or day to day over sleeping, we will see.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
The Beginning.
Hello Internet,
That's an awfully pretentious tittle, don't you think? That's right up there with the beginning of the Bible and probably a few other Holy Books, isn't it? Who do I think I am? God? These are a lot of questions for the very beginning of a blog, aren't they? That's just plain frustrating - and a direct "no no" from English class (notice the hyphens - also learned in English class).
Well I've been meaning to do this for quite a while now, and by "this" I clearly mean start a blog. I'm not sure why, really anything I have to say isn't particularly interesting or special, but I guess with the internet the way it is today I feel like it would be a waste to not put myself out there into the World Wide Web and exist electronically. I feel like, by having every bit of information at our fingertips, I owe it to you, almighty internet, to share who I am with you; that I should include myself in the searchable never ending database that is "Internet". After all, you are just a series of tubes and I am a real person. So now, with this blog/facebook/tumblr/twitter/and videos I submit myself to your database.
I'm not sure how to start this so I'll pull an old move from high school paper writing and start with some facts. My name is Kyle. I'm 20 years old. I live in Tennessee. I'm a sophomore college student and I really can't spell. I think I'm hilarious, but mostly I'm just a nerd.
The reason I'm really hoping to continue with this blog is because: I'm 20 years old and in school studying and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I know I'm not the only one, as a matter of fact, apparently this is a really common feeling among us youngsters. I know I'm not alone but I'm hoping to figure it out soon. This blog, dear internet, is for you to observe me figuring out my life. I have a feeling you're going to help me a lot along the way and hopefully you can enjoy the ride and the rewards. Wish me luck.
That's an awfully pretentious tittle, don't you think? That's right up there with the beginning of the Bible and probably a few other Holy Books, isn't it? Who do I think I am? God? These are a lot of questions for the very beginning of a blog, aren't they? That's just plain frustrating - and a direct "no no" from English class (notice the hyphens - also learned in English class).
Well I've been meaning to do this for quite a while now, and by "this" I clearly mean start a blog. I'm not sure why, really anything I have to say isn't particularly interesting or special, but I guess with the internet the way it is today I feel like it would be a waste to not put myself out there into the World Wide Web and exist electronically. I feel like, by having every bit of information at our fingertips, I owe it to you, almighty internet, to share who I am with you; that I should include myself in the searchable never ending database that is "Internet". After all, you are just a series of tubes and I am a real person. So now, with this blog/facebook/tumblr/twitter/and videos I submit myself to your database.
I'm not sure how to start this so I'll pull an old move from high school paper writing and start with some facts. My name is Kyle. I'm 20 years old. I live in Tennessee. I'm a sophomore college student and I really can't spell. I think I'm hilarious, but mostly I'm just a nerd.
The reason I'm really hoping to continue with this blog is because: I'm 20 years old and in school studying and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I know I'm not the only one, as a matter of fact, apparently this is a really common feeling among us youngsters. I know I'm not alone but I'm hoping to figure it out soon. This blog, dear internet, is for you to observe me figuring out my life. I have a feeling you're going to help me a lot along the way and hopefully you can enjoy the ride and the rewards. Wish me luck.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)