This new performancing thing
So, I got this plug-in for Firefox, called Performancing, and it allows me to update my "blogs" without actually going to an update page. Its pretty nifty, if you ask me.
Thanks for all the comments from last post, I do appreciate them, and I hope my responses were adequate.
On Tuesday my Mom and I went down to Charlotte to grab some more stuff from my apartment. We stopped by Concord Mills to do some shopping for my cousins, and well, she and I both agreed that Charlotte shirts would be a healthy addition to anyone's wardrobe. Well, there was an awesome green Niner's shirt in Champ's that we got for my cousin JD, and of course, one for me. The other shirts there were not as wicked, so we erroneously decided to purchase some shirts at the campus bookstore. Boy did we get disappointed. For a school trying to become a "big time" University, our bookstore sure is lacking. In fact, the only shirt in there that I thought was nice was the 7 dollar "Niner Nation" shirt. A shirt I hopefully will not need anymore if I work for the athletic department next semester.
We eventually made our way to 9290 Campus Edge Circle, and when I arrived at the apartment, everything looked normal, except for the Mexicans.
OK, they were painting Mike's room, he had just moved out, and Mexicans are welcome in 9290 at anytime. Don't we get reward money for turning in the illegals? Oh wait, we catch and release them. Duh. Well, Bush did say that was going to come to an end, so Bush gets a Jason Feltis thumbs up. That my friends, is rare.
Anyhoo, we opened the door to my room, and it ranked. We're talking death in the form of a smell. Lo-and-behold, it was death I smelt. I immediatly became concerned for my poor fish, who I had left a few days prior.
Upon further inspection, I noticed Mr. Magoo, my faithful snail, was floating around. Mr. Magoo, famous for his appearances on SNAILCAM TV, had passed away. Specks the Tiger Barb and the Rainbow Shark were still alive, though the tank was probably unfit for occupancy. After shedding a few tears and saying my condolences, Mr. Magoo was given the proper burial; he flushed well. I'm proud of him. No one could clean algae or impregnate himself like that snail. NO ONE, I tell you.
Following an emergency water-swap to get rid of the smell, I packed everything up, including my fish and guitars.
Since he survived all this, I decided it was time to name my Rainbow Shark.
His name is MAKO. As in, Mako Shark. I thought it was a nifty name. Now if my new fish survives two weeks, I'll begin taking suggestions for his (or her) name. He's made it a week and a half and has survived the introduction of two fish to his tank.
The community in there is quite intriguing. Specks picks on the little silver one, and Mako chases Specks around, but not the silver one. So, the silver one has started to hang around Mako's corner, to avoid Specks.
I just talked about fish. For way to long.
My goal for next semester? Toga party.
Should be straight As, shouldn't it?
So, I'm going to get another arthroscopic surgery, this time on my right knee. Its condition has really deteriorated over the past few months, and the doctor says we should just skip the MRI and go right to the operating table. The reasoning is that if the MRI is negative for torn cartilage (the assumption right now), they'd have to scope it to find the problem regardless. Ah well.
I'm going to have it done right before school, so my Charlotte friends can take extra special care of me. :-)
Don't worry Sea Turtles, I should be able to play come season, though the training to get to that point will be brutal.
Thats enough for now.
BTW, if you want your heart broken, I suggest watching Grey's Anatomy. I'm never going to watch a show like that ever again.
I love you guys,
~Jason
....though I do want to know who Meredith chooses........aaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh
Thanks for all the comments from last post, I do appreciate them, and I hope my responses were adequate.
On Tuesday my Mom and I went down to Charlotte to grab some more stuff from my apartment. We stopped by Concord Mills to do some shopping for my cousins, and well, she and I both agreed that Charlotte shirts would be a healthy addition to anyone's wardrobe. Well, there was an awesome green Niner's shirt in Champ's that we got for my cousin JD, and of course, one for me. The other shirts there were not as wicked, so we erroneously decided to purchase some shirts at the campus bookstore. Boy did we get disappointed. For a school trying to become a "big time" University, our bookstore sure is lacking. In fact, the only shirt in there that I thought was nice was the 7 dollar "Niner Nation" shirt. A shirt I hopefully will not need anymore if I work for the athletic department next semester.
We eventually made our way to 9290 Campus Edge Circle, and when I arrived at the apartment, everything looked normal, except for the Mexicans.
OK, they were painting Mike's room, he had just moved out, and Mexicans are welcome in 9290 at anytime. Don't we get reward money for turning in the illegals? Oh wait, we catch and release them. Duh. Well, Bush did say that was going to come to an end, so Bush gets a Jason Feltis thumbs up. That my friends, is rare.
Anyhoo, we opened the door to my room, and it ranked. We're talking death in the form of a smell. Lo-and-behold, it was death I smelt. I immediatly became concerned for my poor fish, who I had left a few days prior.
Upon further inspection, I noticed Mr. Magoo, my faithful snail, was floating around. Mr. Magoo, famous for his appearances on SNAILCAM TV, had passed away. Specks the Tiger Barb and the Rainbow Shark were still alive, though the tank was probably unfit for occupancy. After shedding a few tears and saying my condolences, Mr. Magoo was given the proper burial; he flushed well. I'm proud of him. No one could clean algae or impregnate himself like that snail. NO ONE, I tell you.
Following an emergency water-swap to get rid of the smell, I packed everything up, including my fish and guitars.
Since he survived all this, I decided it was time to name my Rainbow Shark.
His name is MAKO. As in, Mako Shark. I thought it was a nifty name. Now if my new fish survives two weeks, I'll begin taking suggestions for his (or her) name. He's made it a week and a half and has survived the introduction of two fish to his tank.
The community in there is quite intriguing. Specks picks on the little silver one, and Mako chases Specks around, but not the silver one. So, the silver one has started to hang around Mako's corner, to avoid Specks.
I just talked about fish. For way to long.
My goal for next semester? Toga party.
Should be straight As, shouldn't it?
So, I'm going to get another arthroscopic surgery, this time on my right knee. Its condition has really deteriorated over the past few months, and the doctor says we should just skip the MRI and go right to the operating table. The reasoning is that if the MRI is negative for torn cartilage (the assumption right now), they'd have to scope it to find the problem regardless. Ah well.
I'm going to have it done right before school, so my Charlotte friends can take extra special care of me. :-)
Don't worry Sea Turtles, I should be able to play come season, though the training to get to that point will be brutal.
Thats enough for now.
BTW, if you want your heart broken, I suggest watching Grey's Anatomy. I'm never going to watch a show like that ever again.
I love you guys,
~Jason
....though I do want to know who Meredith chooses........aaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhh