Night
Lately I haven't been able to fall asleep quickly. I usually go to bed between 11 and 11:30 (depending if I watch the Daily Show), but I don't fall asleep until between 12:30 and 1. It's kind of annoying, but I'm probably to blame. When I go to bed I like to listen to the last 10 songs that I bought off of iTunes on my iPod. I have 4 electronic songs, 2 rap songs, and 4 alternative/rock songs. During this time I also play my hand-held solitaire game, which used to have a back light until the battery that was powering it ran out of juice. So depending on the deals that I get in the game, I usually play from about 30-45 minutes. However, I will not play the game much anymore, because I recently beat it. I have had the game for many years, but I never thought to try and get the high score. Over past 2.5 weeks I achieved a score of 5999, which is the highest score possible. It was kind of disappointing knowing that game has been beat, but I think I'll cope with it.
Anyways, to make a long story short and to get to the point I'm trying to make, I get my best ideas in time following solitaire and music. For example, the other day I thought of the best name ever: Rutherford B. Awesome. At the time I thought this was the coolest name that anyone could ever have. By the morning I had forgot it, but some time around the end of a long shift at work, it popped back into my mind. I nearly burst out laughing when I thought of it. I probably looked like a fool to all the customers with that silly grin on my face, and when I realized that I may have looked strange, I literally had to bite my tongue because pain was the only thing that could stop me from laughing.
Another thing that I thought deeply about that night was how to burn a telemarketer. Ever since I got a call in my dorm room regarding some type of credit card, I have wanted to verbally own (or pwn for my 1337 speaking friends) the person on the other end. Somehow I think it will make up for all the time of my life that they waste with their useless advertisement. The best idea that came to mind is that I would pretend that I was a radio host on a made-up station called 86.5 JIVE FM. It would be Detroit's home for classic rock, hip-hop, and gospel music. When the person called and I knew it was a telemarketer, I would ask for their name and ask them to hold. I would then come back on the line and in my best radio host voice tell them that they were the such and such number caller and if they knew today's prize song, they would win $10,000. Since they wouldn't know it, I would tell them they were wrong and then tell them that they would win the complete Jimmy Buffett (sp?) boxed set just for playing. They would also be entered into the grand prize drawing for a all expenses paid trip to some obscure city to see some band I made up on the spot (I was thinking at the time Princeton, New Jersey to see Bobby and the Ravenettes). Then I would probably make a sly comment and hang up.
That's just a couple ideas that I have had, but I hope to have more soon. Maybe in the next couple weeks I'll think of the cure for cancer or remember how to write polar equations of conic sections. Who knows, I might even write the next great American novel, but then annoy everyone by telling readers in 57 pt. font on page 666 that I'm actually from Germany. That'll show 'em. Anyways such rambling on my part will probably never happen again, and is only being done so that I don't have to update for the next three months. In the meantime I'll be selling the hottest clothes to somebody's parents (maybe yours) at the local EB. Peace.
Anyways, to make a long story short and to get to the point I'm trying to make, I get my best ideas in time following solitaire and music. For example, the other day I thought of the best name ever: Rutherford B. Awesome. At the time I thought this was the coolest name that anyone could ever have. By the morning I had forgot it, but some time around the end of a long shift at work, it popped back into my mind. I nearly burst out laughing when I thought of it. I probably looked like a fool to all the customers with that silly grin on my face, and when I realized that I may have looked strange, I literally had to bite my tongue because pain was the only thing that could stop me from laughing.
Another thing that I thought deeply about that night was how to burn a telemarketer. Ever since I got a call in my dorm room regarding some type of credit card, I have wanted to verbally own (or pwn for my 1337 speaking friends) the person on the other end. Somehow I think it will make up for all the time of my life that they waste with their useless advertisement. The best idea that came to mind is that I would pretend that I was a radio host on a made-up station called 86.5 JIVE FM. It would be Detroit's home for classic rock, hip-hop, and gospel music. When the person called and I knew it was a telemarketer, I would ask for their name and ask them to hold. I would then come back on the line and in my best radio host voice tell them that they were the such and such number caller and if they knew today's prize song, they would win $10,000. Since they wouldn't know it, I would tell them they were wrong and then tell them that they would win the complete Jimmy Buffett (sp?) boxed set just for playing. They would also be entered into the grand prize drawing for a all expenses paid trip to some obscure city to see some band I made up on the spot (I was thinking at the time Princeton, New Jersey to see Bobby and the Ravenettes). Then I would probably make a sly comment and hang up.
That's just a couple ideas that I have had, but I hope to have more soon. Maybe in the next couple weeks I'll think of the cure for cancer or remember how to write polar equations of conic sections. Who knows, I might even write the next great American novel, but then annoy everyone by telling readers in 57 pt. font on page 666 that I'm actually from Germany. That'll show 'em. Anyways such rambling on my part will probably never happen again, and is only being done so that I don't have to update for the next three months. In the meantime I'll be selling the hottest clothes to somebody's parents (maybe yours) at the local EB. Peace.