2008: Part VI

It has been a long time since posting. I would like to say that my life has been hectic, and I simply have not been able to find the time to post, but seeing as you all live with me, you know the reality is quite the opposite. Basically, nothing interesting has happened to me in about a month and a half, and as such, I have barely had enough material to make conversation with, much less prompt a blog which warranted attention from others.

Anyway, all semantics aside, here it is. A new post.

This one goes out to Michelle, who is currently overseas in some place where they don't speak English (I think China, but I could be wrong). I am offering an open invite to all housmates to toss out their New Year's resolutions. Simply respond to this post with whatever you see fit to change about yourself.

My resolution was to change the lightbulb in our bathroom that has been out for around 2 months. I would like to say that I have already achieved this goal, with 359 days left in the new year. Not too shabby.

As such, I am considering tossing in some bonus resolutions. Some options:
Not leaving Poo-remnants in the upstairs toilet after every jam-sess in there.
Memorize James Van Der Beek's motivational halftime speech from Varsity Blues, and utilize it in a social situation.
Actually, genuinely, having sex with a mom, for real.

I have yet to commit to anything, so we will see how this plays out over the course of the year. Until that point, however, I encourage everyone to toss out some of their resolutions. That way we will have a written record of all our aspirations, so in one year, we can see what tremendous failures we all were.

In Case You Missed It Last Time

T-Wards.

Since you have to sign up to read the article let me summarize a few of the key points for you:

1. Trent Edwards = Stud
2. Grew up in Los Gatos
3. Named South Bay sports person of the year.
4. Is 5-3 as an NFL starter
5. Volunteers at soup kitchens
6. Has been to my house.

Go Bills

Yaegar Bombs

So I'm at pub17 for the past two nights. This is the bar that my high school friends still hang out at, because it's "convenient." It's a bit ridiculous as its attached to a motel on the Highway near me....Route 17, that has been known for drug deals and one of two murders that have occurred in my town in the past twenty years (that's gone to trial :0)

Anyways, for more insight into my past two nights in new jersey, please watch this video.

yaegar Bombs.

It hits a bit too close to home.

All Quiet on the Western Front

I just want to let it be known that I am the last one to go to bed tonight at the corral. I think this is a first.


(edit: Ok so since it was xmas night I figured no one else would be coming home but then at like 10 michelle came in the door and i was going to bed. Dang. Well maybe another time.)

Open Apology to Mr. Shiel

Matt,
Damn you totally got boned last night. Sorry. Not sure who's fault that was our how it happened but since since we all were drunk I'm sure we can share the blame. Our bad. I'll buy you a beer next time we go out. Oh and we did come home at like 10:45 so its not like you missed much.

Here were the highlights:

30 minutes of ice skating which included watching Josh hug the railing the entire time.

20 minutes of the end of some holiday party that had free booze. Josh and I had 2 beers and went to the bathroom together. Others danced for a bit.

Taking BART home and singing 'hey jealousy'.

Love,
Greg

Life is a mystery

What the crap? I mean I work hard all week and when I somehow amazingly get smuggled into the last 20 minutes of a random 70's holiday party with free booze and snacks is it too much to ask for a little Madonna? I mean come on. When the virgin of like a Prayer (DAVE) is in my presence all I want is a little 'god?' Stupid ass people and their crappy old ipods. It was a freaking 'mini'. I don't think anyone even knew how to work it. Wow.

T-Wards

In case you missed last Sunday’s action, I suggest you check this out and see how star Buffalo Bills quarterback Trent Edwards performed. Allow me to highlight some of his finer moments:

1. 4 TDs.
2. 165 Yds.
3. 2 yds rushing.
4. First rookie QB since 1971 to throw 3 first half TDs.
5. Leading the 7-6 Bills to a potentail playoff spot.
6. Los Gatos High School Grad.
7. Grew up on Jacaranda Way this close to where Corral resident DK lived.

It's official

Alrighty, guys. I am not sure if people still read this or not, but what the heck, I figure I'll give this a shot. For the sake of brevity, I am going to spread the news via the internet: things did not work out between me and Michele. Here is a summary of my feelings, so you all know, without me having to explain the same thing six (6) times.

Yes, it is a bummer, but not too bad. I had a pretty strong feeling this was coming, and had not invested much emotion into it. However, there is a greater feeling of disappointment regarding relationships in general.

The most exciting prospect about having a girl, to me, was not having to constantly think about how to meet people, and forcing myself to do things I am not terribly interested in just because there is a chance to meet someone.

Also, I have further evaluated my record with girls, and I would say I have gone out with roughly 20 girls, to some extent, and have felt a genuine connection to no more than one (1) of them. These are pretty crap odds, if you ask me. I don't know how most everyone I know (save Matt and Darren) has done it. Really.

Oh, and if anyone was going to suggest that I go gay, I have considered this myself at several points in my life. I would say the only thing stopping me from that is I find butt sex really gross, and usually my butthole is totally raw from my constant diarrhea anyway. Also, the thought of making out with other guys is really gross to me, and I find most gay people to be pretty irritating.

Alright, there you have it. I don't need six (6) people asking me how I am doing and being sympathetic and what not. I am fine, just a bit bummed, but such is life. Really, what would be more helpful than anything, is if you guys could all either try pretty hard to hook me up with some chicks (preferably with low self-esteem), OR pitch in to buy me a russian bride.

Wishbone

No one gets what they want, according to the ancient chinese tradition of breaking the wishbone. And by no one, I mean Pamera and I.