Thursday, December 30, 2010
New Year's Eve Party Pooper
New Year's Eve party. Whatever. Any party for that matter... whatever. I stop functioning socially in groups over three people. People who meet me such situations usually remember me as "the one who didn't say anything" or "that dude who sat on the couch looking as if he had just watched 'The Big Sleep' ". Have you ever seen that movie? Yeah... that'll bust your brain.
Anyway, if you want to hang out with me on New Year's Eve, come over to my place. I'll be playing the Dead Space 2 demo and eating pizza. It's going to be awesome.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Helix
My twinner is such a freaking sell out. Posing in tween clothes with a bunch of product in his hair... man. You're embarrassing us.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wreck
Know those cars they make high school kids drive, the ones that are supposed to simulate what it's like to be driving drunk? Yesterday I was totally driving like that, only I wasn't drunk, nor was I driving a car with a purposely whacked steering wheel. Things I almost hit (in alphabetical order): ambulance (parked), bulldozer, buildings (about 3 different ones), car making a left turn in front of me, grandpa, and a tree.
I had one of these things hooked up to my car^^ but still, it's not the first time I've driven with a trailer.
The danger I represented on the road looked like this:
Where the stress level associated with above graph looks more like this:
Point 1: "woah. that was close. better put on my seatbeat."
2: "sorry grandpa!"
3: "what the heck is wrong with me?!"
4: "dad, I'm in Cobleskill. I need you to drive me home before I commit vehicular manslaughter."
Friends don't let friends drive drunk. People don't let themselves drive crappily. Except in Utah.
I had one of these things hooked up to my car^^ but still, it's not the first time I've driven with a trailer.
The danger I represented on the road looked like this:
Where the stress level associated with above graph looks more like this:
Point 1: "woah. that was close. better put on my seatbeat."
2: "sorry grandpa!"
3: "what the heck is wrong with me?!"
4: "dad, I'm in Cobleskill. I need you to drive me home before I commit vehicular manslaughter."
Friends don't let friends drive drunk. People don't let themselves drive crappily. Except in Utah.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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