Did you ever feel like the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?
Not that it is truly how I feel, I just like the saying. I heard it a couple of years ago on one of those infomercials that come on at like four in the morning. Not for the porn/psychic crowd, but the remember whens... It is an infomercial for the Best of Johnny Carson, and some standup comedian said it while sitting between Dean Martin and I think Frank Sinatra, I don't remember that clearly.
So I would not describe myself as a pair of brown shoes, but I would say that I am a hell of a salad. I go great with most meals, but it is rare that I am enough to fill your stomach. I kinda feel like this is how my friends view me sometimes. I am cool to have around, but not for that long. I don't know what I can do about this if anything. I don't know if its just my imagination running away with me. - Ben Heredia sang that song in the Mr Ram competition the year before me, he had a surprisingly good voice. Not what I would have expected from the football player/wrestler. - off of that tangent, I don't mean to be a bitch about this stuff, but I feel like sometimes a lot of the people I would consider my friends seem to be annoyed or indifferent with my existence. I don't know what I can do to change their feelings, or my perception of their feelings.
Moving on, I'm all of twenty now, and that means a lot of things are going to change. I am going to grow hair on my face and under my arms soon. I am going to start thinking about girls in a different light. ~ yeah, I don't know what twenty has in store for me. It seems that 18 was kickass, 19 was there, and twenty sounds like the beginning of something new. I remember thinking that 20 was ancient, if you were twenty then you were practically a grown up. Well I was wrong, cause I am not quite an adult yet. I've got some learning to do. I mean, I could certainly survive this world on my own, and probably do alright, but I have to grow up a little more before I'll be totally ready, if 'totally ready' ever happens for anyone. Oh well, sigh... bring on the twenties, and there will be much rejoicing.
Yesterday was my birthday, and Kristen got the first phone in Happy Birthday at 12:02 AM. I was also sung to several times. This would include, a few friends, my "What is Asinine?" class and one dog... via AIM. All totaled, the gifts have yielded several classical CDs and a T-shirt from mommy, along with some very festive boxers - Trick or Treat? - - - Thank you everyone for making it a good day.
Finally I was able to get a hold of tickets to see Ben next monday at Wesleyan, it only took like three weeks of running around like a chicken with its head cut off. So David and I will be going... hopefully Kate down the hall will be able to accompany us for the show which is bound to be kickass. Sunday night a group of us are going to the Cards game, which should be fun times... but I have to find out when the busses are leaving so I know when to be back here from home. I am picking up Wika on friday at like 4 and then flying home in my magical Taurus. The weekend should be fun filled, hopefully with a good Saturday night including an empty house so I can have people over and Soul Plane. Homecoming game saturday morning... w00t. We'll see how all that business goes. Hopefully Kristen can help straighten me out about a couple of things when I'm home. Lots on my mind...
I don't know if there is anything else I'd like to say, or less importantly anything else that you are willing to read... And with that I shall leave you wanting... always wanting more ~ until next time ... I'm Roger, and you're not
So I would not describe myself as a pair of brown shoes, but I would say that I am a hell of a salad. I go great with most meals, but it is rare that I am enough to fill your stomach. I kinda feel like this is how my friends view me sometimes. I am cool to have around, but not for that long. I don't know what I can do about this if anything. I don't know if its just my imagination running away with me. - Ben Heredia sang that song in the Mr Ram competition the year before me, he had a surprisingly good voice. Not what I would have expected from the football player/wrestler. - off of that tangent, I don't mean to be a bitch about this stuff, but I feel like sometimes a lot of the people I would consider my friends seem to be annoyed or indifferent with my existence. I don't know what I can do to change their feelings, or my perception of their feelings.
Moving on, I'm all of twenty now, and that means a lot of things are going to change. I am going to grow hair on my face and under my arms soon. I am going to start thinking about girls in a different light. ~ yeah, I don't know what twenty has in store for me. It seems that 18 was kickass, 19 was there, and twenty sounds like the beginning of something new. I remember thinking that 20 was ancient, if you were twenty then you were practically a grown up. Well I was wrong, cause I am not quite an adult yet. I've got some learning to do. I mean, I could certainly survive this world on my own, and probably do alright, but I have to grow up a little more before I'll be totally ready, if 'totally ready' ever happens for anyone. Oh well, sigh... bring on the twenties, and there will be much rejoicing.
Yesterday was my birthday, and Kristen got the first phone in Happy Birthday at 12:02 AM. I was also sung to several times. This would include, a few friends, my "What is Asinine?" class and one dog... via AIM. All totaled, the gifts have yielded several classical CDs and a T-shirt from mommy, along with some very festive boxers - Trick or Treat? - - - Thank you everyone for making it a good day.
Finally I was able to get a hold of tickets to see Ben next monday at Wesleyan, it only took like three weeks of running around like a chicken with its head cut off. So David and I will be going... hopefully Kate down the hall will be able to accompany us for the show which is bound to be kickass. Sunday night a group of us are going to the Cards game, which should be fun times... but I have to find out when the busses are leaving so I know when to be back here from home. I am picking up Wika on friday at like 4 and then flying home in my magical Taurus. The weekend should be fun filled, hopefully with a good Saturday night including an empty house so I can have people over and Soul Plane. Homecoming game saturday morning... w00t. We'll see how all that business goes. Hopefully Kristen can help straighten me out about a couple of things when I'm home. Lots on my mind...
I don't know if there is anything else I'd like to say, or less importantly anything else that you are willing to read... And with that I shall leave you wanting... always wanting more ~ until next time ... I'm Roger, and you're not