Now, we've never actually tried to awaken a troll before from a Finnish Necronomicon...
If there's one thing that I hate, it's making a really good mix CD and thinking you have all of the songs you've been in love with recently on there when you go through your playlist and realize you forgot one god damned song that would have made the mix perfect.
I've been showing a noticeable, if minor, growth in muscle lately. Especially in the upper body. I'm happy with the results, considering I stopped working out a while ago, and I think this is just coming from increased, general physical activity.
You know, whenever I listen to a song, I always have a really elaborate music video for it playing in my head. A lot of them intertwine with other songs, even if they're completely unrelated in terms of genre and sound. Hells yes.
Took my first Music Appreciation test today. I think I rocked that bitch hard, considering I knew most of the terms and such on the 100 question multiple choice test.
Wait, I mean 100 ESSAY questions. Yesss, that makes it sound like a much harder challenge, thus making me sound like an ACADEMIC GOD.
I'm really proud of how adult everyone suddenly became within the last week or so. Myself included.
No, fuck that. I still laugh at the term "peepee" I can't say I'm adult yet.
Hell, I'm laughing now.
We've got some new kid at work named Mike who I've worked with for the past couple shifts. He's okay, but he needs to learn that answering your phone several times after me and Earl both say "Dude, tell your phone to gtfo" isn't a good idea. And he reminds me of another employee named Joe. so he's Joe Junior. JJ. He hates it, but too fucking bad. I was Earl Junior for months.
Tomorrow night, we're supposed to have an unofficial Beef Employees night at Grand Prix. Golf and arcade, baby. All for 12 bucks. Anyone else who wants to go is welcome. I guess...
>:(
Hahah, he's such a mad little face.
I love this weather. It's hard not too, unless you're a fire elemental. Then I guess I understand the dislike, but you really shouldn't be on this plane anyway.
EDIT
In all my infinite boredom, I made a new icon in tribute to the song I was listening to on repeat for almost an hour for unholy reasons:
I'm happy with it.
I've been showing a noticeable, if minor, growth in muscle lately. Especially in the upper body. I'm happy with the results, considering I stopped working out a while ago, and I think this is just coming from increased, general physical activity.
You know, whenever I listen to a song, I always have a really elaborate music video for it playing in my head. A lot of them intertwine with other songs, even if they're completely unrelated in terms of genre and sound. Hells yes.
Took my first Music Appreciation test today. I think I rocked that bitch hard, considering I knew most of the terms and such on the 100 question multiple choice test.
Wait, I mean 100 ESSAY questions. Yesss, that makes it sound like a much harder challenge, thus making me sound like an ACADEMIC GOD.
I'm really proud of how adult everyone suddenly became within the last week or so. Myself included.
No, fuck that. I still laugh at the term "peepee" I can't say I'm adult yet.
Hell, I'm laughing now.
We've got some new kid at work named Mike who I've worked with for the past couple shifts. He's okay, but he needs to learn that answering your phone several times after me and Earl both say "Dude, tell your phone to gtfo" isn't a good idea. And he reminds me of another employee named Joe. so he's Joe Junior. JJ. He hates it, but too fucking bad. I was Earl Junior for months.
Tomorrow night, we're supposed to have an unofficial Beef Employees night at Grand Prix. Golf and arcade, baby. All for 12 bucks. Anyone else who wants to go is welcome. I guess...
>:(
Hahah, he's such a mad little face.
I love this weather. It's hard not too, unless you're a fire elemental. Then I guess I understand the dislike, but you really shouldn't be on this plane anyway.
EDIT
In all my infinite boredom, I made a new icon in tribute to the song I was listening to on repeat for almost an hour for unholy reasons:
I'm happy with it.