What happened to me?

Hello everyone, I apologize for taking so long to update you all on what's going on. I have actually moved my blog elsewhere, due to lack of editing options here. Here's the link: http://vindicatetibi.wordpress.com/

I hope you enjoy the revamped version of my blog, and I shall let this one fade away on the wisps of time. Farewell, blogger.

BANANA?!?! (Please?... Pretty Please????!!!)

So, I yet again find myself unable to sleep; seemingly these times are when my brain is most active, since I always come up with some sort of thought that nags me to no end until I cave and abandon my studies to a life of homelessness and starvation paired with third world poverty.  By hazard of going to a Christian school, I think about faith a near unhealthy amount, as in like morbidly obese babies kind of  unhealthy. Either way, let's kick off tonight's thoughts with a springboard from a previous post of mind entitled, "Can you hear me, Major Tom?"

Now, on to this thought that's holding me back from my hopefully osmotic studies.

No Mr. Bond... I Want You To Die!

I'm going to go ahead and apologize ahead of time for this one. It may be a little bit serious comparatively. This is going to be a slight explanation of my post about cheese (http://paterfiliusspiritusquesancti.blogspot.com/2011/07/onml-number-carrot.html), without going too deep into detail. Recently I've been having these dreams, and I've noticed that several of them have taken place in the same place. That got me thinking about why that may be.  Both dreams were very different, and didn't even have the same people in it, besides me.  My thought process very quickly returned to the whole deal with me seemingly leading two lives at once.

I'm a Banshee... Or I was at one point.

As I trundle through my day, going from class to class to class, wishing only for some vittles to calm my stomach, I remembered something…  I had this thing where I had decided that I was going to go through my life with you all, remember that?  Well, I just realized that I've forgotten to keep that up. Go me! Anyways, let's take some time to talk about  this lovely thing called actual elementary school.  I'm not discounting the importance of kindergarten, however, I do think that it's only an introduction to what really matters: the first and second grade.

Hokay, here goes. Well, I'm going to skip over the first part of the year, mainly because I don't remember what all happened. So, in the first grade, I attended the same school as I did for Kindergarten, however, I was now in the upper echelon of the place, I owned the school, or so my delusion said.  My class had a play that year, something to do with a zoo. I played a monkey that made donkey noises. Makes sense, no?  I had that monkey tail for a LONG time afterwards too…. Anyways, the moral of the story is this: T-Shirts can cause some pretty severe accidents in the long run. I didn't even think of it as the t-shirt's fault at first, but it really was its fault that I got a second degree burn on my forearm in the first grade.  It was truly a scarring incident, like for real scarring, it's still there on my arm.

That awkward moment when...

So we all have awkwardness in our lives, right? That's the one part that most people our age can agree on these days, the one speck of similarity that unites us. Neither familial ties, or race ties us all together, but now at this moment, awkward moments bring us together. I want to begin a "series" if you will on the awkward moments that have happened to me. I'm not talking something like a general awkwardness to your gait, or your own personal sense of awkward. Oh no, believe me, I appreciate that and all, but this is no joke here; these instances seem to me to be things that go above and beyond the norm of blunders. Hype is all I have spoken until now, but shall we to some more pointed examples, or should I say, one for now. One very pointed example… My mother complimented my butt today.

Just had to share this

I'm sorry guys, this isn't going to be a fantastical and somewhat hyperbolic anecdote as usual. I merely wish to share this little bit of joy taken from reference.thesaurus.com

Mind. Blown.

So, I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with Charlie Chaplin, but I found a speech today that he wrote. I'm kinda upset that I didn't know about this earlier. Text after the jump.

Remember, the safe word is BANANA!

So, I would like to share with you all a gem that some of my friends came up with not too long ago. Enjoy :
 (sorry I couldn't embed the video btw...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbDjnA1eITI&feature=share

Can you hear me?

So, the other day I had a revelation, and since I'm in a car with noting else to do, I'll share it with all of you dear and faithful followers. Well, by other day, I mean early this morning when, instead of sleeping like I should've been, I was talking with my parental units about this new movement I've noticed in religion, specifically Christianity. It's very prominent in my school, I'll admit and even flaunt. Don't get me wrong, I don't particularly agree with this particular movement, but I won't condemn people for going with it.  See, I'm kind of verge on pacifism when it comes to people's denominations and religions and all that. Mainly because I understand that I won't be able to change anyone, only they can change themselves. Either way, back to the main point.

Hello, for the third time tonight. I would like to complete the trifecta of dreams that I've started, mainly to appease my professor who has decided that I'm a good trinitarian for dropping three things in a row today in class. However that's neither higgledy nor piggledy. Enjoy:

Paris, Nevada, aliens and tigers. Must be a party!

I had this series of dreams once, almost like a movie saga or something... only not as epic.  Alright, here we go!

What? *Snooze*

Hokay, so here's what went down last semester one time.. read it as if it's a nice sunny Thursday in the middle of plant mating season.

The other morning, as I snoozed through chapel, periodically hitting the snooze button on my alarm, I had a rather interesting experience in my subconscious.  And here it is:

Why So Silent?

Yet again I find myself mired in the clay of insomnia with only the war between silence and the complex workings of my music library to keep me company.  Oh! Look at that, the music won! Either way, I want to extend an apology to all two or three of my faithful readers for not posting for such an extensive period of time.

Is This One of Those Things?

Okay, I just about laughed out a promotional kitten basket over this anecdote which I'm about to eruct. I really shouldn't be sharing this, but it's too funny not to. At work tonight, as my friend and I were standing in the lobby munching on some delicious pepperoni covered goodness, we overheard a person state, ever so confoundingly: "is this one of those things that you shake and it works your upper body?"  Now, we all know what this individual was talking about, don't we? If you say no to that, you need to brush up on the hilarious stupidities of the past few years…. Sigh… I guess I'll explain to those hermits out there that don't know what I'm talking about. A few years ago, this thing came out on the market called the "Shake Weight." Now, this is a weight, a futuristic art nouveau style weight at first glance. But wait! There's more!  If you ordered this product, we'll throw in the instructions for free!  The way you use this "Shake Weight" is by grasping it, and making a very shameful motion with it.  I mean, it's not that hard to do, but it's surely embarrassing.  These are the kinds of things that we can't really mention in front of children.

And now for somethign completely different....

I'm Robby Rudolph! *angry sigh with hand gestures*

So here we are again. I find myself unable to sleep. Sigh….   Since I'm in this position, I thought you all might enjoy an other sneak peak into my life. This time I think I'll clue you guys in on a friend of mine. Now, to complete this "core four" of mine, I'll tell you about someone else. It's not just Elektra, Cecilia, and myself. We have a friend, and a darn good and reliable one at that. His name is Robbie Rudolph <insert the hysterical laughter!> (You'll only understand that if you were with me over this last spring break).  See, when I met Robbie, I hadn't yet met the girls, and it was just him and I going through our days as best friends.

OHML #5

Wow.. It's been quite a long time since I've posted, sorry about that. Tonight... er.. today?  Screw it.  Right now, I'd like to discuss this little thing called sleep.  Sleep is wonderful, it heals you, makes you feel good, fulfills you, gives you those warm fuzzy feelings that remind you of the essence of being happy. Now we all know what else fits all of those adjectives, but that's a topic for a different time... (prayer guys... prayer).  Anyways, back to sleep.

How many?

You've all heard the question, and I'm probably going to get some flak for this one, "How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?"  Yes, I went there, and you all know the answer. Well, in my circle, we have a similar question, "how many people does it take to change a light bulb?"  The answer to that one is 7. Why am I talking about this, you ask?  Well I would like to explain to you the importance of teamwork.  As seen in the picture at the top, teamwork is quite important.  We wouldn't have been able to get that bulb changed if all seven of them hadn't pitched in while me and my friend took a picture and laughed.  

ONML Top Ten List #1

If any of you watch David Letterman (I hope I don't get caught by copyrite laws by saying his name….), you're probably familiar with his "Top Ten" section. Well, I decided that I would copy borrow his genius and put together lists at random of things…

ONML on Music Festivals

So I wrote this a few weeks ago, and should be read as one would read it during Ichthus weekend.

Why hello again all you children. Something that you guys out there in cyberspace may not know is that I’m a slight music junkie… and by that I mean that I find it hard to get through a day without the stuff. It’s not quite like a drug yet, but I love listening to and playing music. Now, I know it’s been a while since I’ve written to you a part of onml, but I wanted to save it for this weekend.

ONML #7

Uh, barista?  There's a chord in my coffee....

So as I sit here in the local coffee shop with the ever so familiar face logo, I find myself thinking about what make me like certain instruments over the other.  No, no I’m not going to say something that puts words in your mouth about inquiring as to what I mean…. I’ll just tell you this time.  Of course, since I’m in a coffee shop, drinking a MASSIVE cup of coffee, I’m going to use a coffee analogy. Now, for all of you who aren’t that knowledgeable on coffee, there are a few things you should know. There are some coffees, usually light roast, that kind of taste really light (obviously) and nutty, or mild. These are usually really smooth. Now, the darker you get, the more intense the flavor gets, the more it bites you as you drink it, and the rougher it is. That’s pretty much all you need to know about coffee to understand my analogy.