Thursday, December 28, 2006

A Fresh New Beginning

Started a new game on Zelda: Ocarina of Time this week, man thats a good one.
Started a new game on Final Fantasy 7 this week; mosly to see how Cloud uses the sword
Started a new game on Final Fantasy 9 this week; Why not?

so with all these re-started games will I finish them again? probably, but not anytime soon. I finally got some wheels! Dad's owed the car company a car for a while and hes finally paying up. Oh yea. its a 99 cougar from our neighbors, yea, I know, another cougar, but they arent that bad of a car for being front wheel drive AND ford. I'll start working probably about a week into the new year, and it looks like I'll be staying at Marshall's for at least another month. Good times.

Cant wait for KC weekend. Karl, I dont like you for refusing to go.


heres me:

Friday, December 22, 2006

Of Swords, Broken Brakes, and Boredom

Well, the costume (Cloud from FF7) is coming together nicely, I only need pants and a better shoulder pad to make it complete (that and some yellow hair spray paint) the sword is done aside from me trying to figure out how to make the handle red-maroon colored, and I've been bored.

Marshall was going to drive up to Kansas on thursday, but his brake system started acting up. He took it to the dealer and they told him that the necessary washers werent in stock and they had to order them. Fast forward to 15 min before sundown on friday, and he and I are trying to get the car back from them before they try to charge him $400+ to replace a master cylinder that was "contminated with water" well, to those of us who know cars, a brake master cylinder cannot be "contaminated" with water. So we get his car back and it drives just like it needs a common brake bleed. With the sun setting in the sky, we cant go home and bleed the brakes, and his weekend is ruined by the chevy stealership.

A star trek voyager marathon was being played on spike all this week, and for some reason, I watched quite a few episodes. boredom sucks. dealerships suck. Gigantic swords are not teh suck!



5'11" of pure neato

Monday, December 18, 2006

Spontaneity at its finest.

So its Sunday night, about 12:45 or so, and I decide I need some good ole' fashioned running.
I start with the intentions of running a rather vigerous workout of a 9 mile loop I had recently measured out in Marshall's car. The stars were gorgeous tonight, a few clouds blocking perceptions now and again, but overall a great night to get lost in the sky. To my surprise, I come to the half-way point of my run feeling as if I was superman, and I knew I was even more energetic than when I had started. I upped the pace and the planned route to include adventure and more distance, of how much of each, I knew not.
I stop looking up after a few more miles had passed as the clouds began obstructing any view I once had. When there is no scenery to keep my mind (somewhat) occupado, I tend to think about girls, and this always ends up bad. Realizing my mistake, I swiftly brought up every type of distracting thought in a valiant attempt to rid my mind of the energy-sapping subject. I was fighting a loosing battle, when the tides turned. I remembered a certain someone who told me that "Charlie, no one can run 26 miles straight with no training and come back injury-free." This certain someone was, of course, a girl. This made me go into-chauvin-man-istic mode, and want to come home with bragging rights.
At first I had thought to run straight to the Todd's residence, then I thought of the time I'd be arriving, as well as the distance was probably closer to 36 miles instead of my quaint goal. I eventually turned around on 380 when I hit the "now entering Denton" sign and decided that I was getting too bored to run that way anymore. Taking 380 back instead of 289 to rock-something road was a mistake. Its ALL uphill. I dont think I hit a single friendly break of a downslope untill I was on Custer. But before this was to happen the un thinkable happened. My Massive Chafage light went on. It became intensly painful to take any more strides in my man-parts and I was forced to a slow saunter, when I hit the UHAUL. that was a spirit lifter since it ment I was close to home. Or so I thought.
Coming to the light on Custer, I veered in to the nearly completed wally-world parking lot and began wishing I had ate something today, other than those 4 warmed tortillas and a load of sunflower seeds. I stumbled across a gold mine. Stopping my jog to look was very painful on Tantan and Wiggles, but completly worth it. A still-sealed chocolate chip cookie gleemed so longingly at me that I had to pick it up, that and bending over to observe it proved quite enjoyable to the kids downstairs (not) So with my new prize in my hand, I popped open the package and inspected the booty. No mold! Happily walking across the parking lot like a cowboy who'd spent more time than allotted on his stead, I munched the sugary goodness down. Not seeming to care that I had just eaten food off not just the floor, but the ground, I had renewed spirits again. About a mile from the house the MCL went off agian, and I was forced to walk for about half a mile looking like a 2nd grader who didnt know it wasnt cool to hold that all the time. Getting back into the neighborhood I could not have cared less about pain. I was bored stupid from all the time spent trying not to think of chicks, and wanted to get some water to wash my cookie down.
Aside from aches and odd creeking noises, as well as blisters the size of a tuna barge (due to crap-for-shoes) I'd say I came back from an estimated 17 mile excursion with little injury, and plenty of energy.

Im sure I've just bored you all to death, so thats why I've loaded an IP tracker to this post, and whenever I see a new one read my blog, I'll know to come raid your panty drawer and/or wallet, depending on how much I like you.

the end.

Friday, December 15, 2006

So blogs are not at all my thing. I do however, like what I read when I see other's blogs. Interesting little conundrum I've come up with. With my initial disclaimer out of the way, let the blogging commence.

So I'm completely and utterly useless. I have no job, no car, and no money to speak of. All I can do is hitch a ride with the ole' roomate to get to church. this has gone on for far too long. With a job immenently coming on the horizon (remodling an apartment complex to be exact) I will have a few benefits:
free car (well I have a car business, buying, selling and the like thats coming back online)
free apartment (to thoroughly watch things as they go on at the complex for my father)
money. yes, money for working.

I have lived without it for a while, and I'm finding that I sort of miss the root of all kinds of evil.
some may even ask how I've been paying rent or buying food... well, selling car parts and putting things on credit, thats how, you punks who ask things.

we may be children of light, but my eyes prefer a slightly darker background, so live with it.

on a lighter note, with the job, car, and apartment on the way, I've started constructing a sword for my costume in preparation for a possible excursion to Kansas. Yes Karl, if I have a car by then I plan to drive, and yes Karl, If I have a car by then you can come. Its actually a buster sword to be exact. its only 5'11" so I can put it in a car, or three to bring it to KC.

no further questions as the duke of upstairs has tired himself.

have a good sabbath, anyone who cares to read this.