Couldn’t think of one
Well hi there.
So I was tinkering and tumbling around tumblr… and I stumbled upon this cool new mass edit feature. It gives you this sweet layout of all your entries by month and lets you edit them en masse. Hence the name.
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This is what my layout looked like at the beginning of my blog, January 2010.
Oh yea.
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This is what it looked like during this past summer.
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ehhh… I was busy?
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And…. this would be how it looks currently…
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A few key observations…
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First, I was a lot funnier a year ago… Seriously, some of that stuff back then? Golden. Apocalypse Vowel might have been the best thing I’ve ever written in every regard.
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Ok im done sorry.
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Secondly… (and this one was more obvious to other people… I guess)
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I’ve kinda slacked off recently. (I say this as if blogging is something I’m supposed to do, and that my lack of posts is something I should be apologizing for.)
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This is actually a graph showing the amount of tumblr entries I’ve posted by week, since last January.
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Ok, I lied… that’s one of the top google image results for “graph with downward trend” with the axis labels cropped out.
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Anyways, I thought I’d give you guys a little update on what’s going on with me…
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And then I thought “no.”
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That sounds like something that I’d write, would consider sufficient for the month of February, and leave my reader feeling really empty inside. (James Park, holla at cho boi).
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Deepest apologies to anyone else who might be reading… I promise I won’t post any more pictures ever again. You shouldn’t have to see that.
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So. Here’s the game plan. What originally inspired me to think about blogging again (I… once had a xanga I’m not too proud of… but come on, so did everyone, right? Updates about your day, random cApiTAlization? Simple Plan song on autoplay? begging for e-props? Ambiguous emo posts titled “You’re so frustrating. I love you.”? Ring a bell?)
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…was my facebook note (still there if you care) i wrote a long time ago when everybody was doing 16 (it later escalated to 25, because somebody felt the need to up it to the next perfect square) interesting facts.
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So. This entry is long enough as it is… but I’ll leave you with 5 really, really, interesting, obscure facts about yours truly.
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1. I have really, really cold hands, really wide feet, and a small, sharp tooth on the left side of my mouth.
quick anecdotes about these…
- My feet also get cold… I think I have poor circulation… this is why I always wear socks and consequentially pants (because i’m not a fan of socks with shorts) unless i’m doing some sort of physical activity. There is, of course, one exception of physical activity, in which I’m not wearing pants at all. That would be swimming.
- My feet are so wide most tennis shoes don’t fit me very well. I had a pair of basketball shoes that had some webbing on the sides that ripped wide open. At first I thought it was because I ran so fast, but I’ve later come to realize my feet were so wide they actually ripped leather in half. If my shoes are too skinny, my feet start cramping up.
- When I was in 4th or 5th grade, I went to the dentist and they told my mom that the tooth I had coming in did not have enough space, and consequentially, would be slim and sharp. He offered to add some porcelain to it to make it look more like a regular tooth, but he’d have to do it soon before my other teeth closed what little remaining space there was. My mom deferred to me, saying “It’s up to you, it’s your mouth.”, to which I replied “I want a sharp tooth. It’ll make me special.” I kinda wish my mom would have made one of those “You’ll thank me later for this” decisions, but it’s ok. I’m special I guess.
So yea, those are my physical deformities. Moving on.
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2. My love languages (in order) are… quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving, and physical touch. Two things…
- If you’ve ever had a “I feel like there should’ve been a hug there” awkward moment with me…. now you know why.
- If I want to hang out with you, it’s because that’s how I best show I value you as an individual. I like spending time with people and hearing about their lives.
3. I’ve had the same person cutting my hair for the past 9 years. The first time she cut it, I went home and thought it was really ugly and awkward… and I started crying. (MIDDLE SCHOOL IS A VERY PIVOTAL TIME IN A YOUNG MAN’S DEVELOPMENT, OK?
My parents took me back so she could fix it… with me trying to hide the fact that I’d been crying… and she graciously made some changes. I’ve been loyal ever since, and any follicular excellence I’ve achieved over the past 9 years is because of her.
4. I talk to myself a lot. Not in the crazy kind of way… well actually, that’ll be for you to decide in just a second, but in a… sports caster kind of way. Everybody talks to themselves (i hope), and I just prefer to do it a way that sounds like
“Look at the way he types. (What I happen to be doing at the moment.) He’s just so strong and fast with his fingers… and when you’re talking about Robert Jewe typing on a keyboard, you’re talking about a guy who’s fundamentally sound, and will make some plays. Occasionally, he’ll mess up and have a typo, but he’s always ready to hit that delete button.
So… consequentially a lot of my self talk is positive. Am I full of myself? Possibly. Or maybe I’m just that great. (my sportscaster voice is agreeing with me.)
5. And most importantly…
Why does everyone hate Justin Bieber? He’s actually a reasonably talented guy, and it’s not like he asked for all the teenage girl love and pubescent voice. I feel like if it was me, I’d be kinda fed up with all the “he’s a girl” “he’s not talented” “Justin Bieber is crap” stuff. Have you listened to the radio lately?! The other day I heard two songs with choruses that were along the lines of “I’m gonna (expletive) you.” And “I want to (expletive) you like an animal.” Ladies and gentlemen, THAT is crap. (And how sex obsessed are we that that qualifies as music? More on that another time)
I don’t want to sound cliche and say stuff like “The Media is terrible…” “I only listen to Pink Floyd and the Beatles…” “Rap is CRAP”, but come on… Lets work to have some higher standards for music. If an artist can’t creatively express their thoughts, however perverse they may be, don’t give them any credit.
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Oh… sorry. Yea… stop hating on Justin Bieber! LEAVE BIEBER ALONE!
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And with that Chris Crocker reference, I bid you adieu.
