Odd Taste

Yeah, there's like lot's of hot dudes working in the library today.

Friends!?!?

Yeah, my friends are all totally weird, but the only one I ever seem to talk about is Lizzard Lady. Well no loger! Here I will talk about all my friends. Don't worry the list is fairly short. (Like Rachel) Shane is funny and he says everything is on crack. Sarah bites people and likes her men well bathed and intelligent, wearing pink or yellow shirts. Kimberly is kind of a punk, Rebecca is a cheerleader, and Brandon is a half-bird nerd. Steven doesn't know my real name, I don't know Peanuts real name, and they all keep callin' me Crayola. Branson probably doesn't remeber me, Justin amd Josh are my science partners, and I Scare the crap out of Chandon. Chelsie doesn't know anything ablout STARWARS, Mr. Bagan is a liberal, and Mrs. Gaff is my main book supplier. Zach is hilarious (if a little sick) and his girlfriend Katy is really sweet.

MY HUNDREDTH COLLECTION OF RANDOM LYRICS

raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
brown paper packages tied up with string
these are a few of my favorite things

remember the day
i set you free
told you could always count on me babe
from that day on
i made a vow
i'd be there when you want me
some way some how
'cause baby tere ain't no mountain high enough
ain't no valley low enough
ain't no river wide enough
to keep me from gettin' to you babe

man you really freak me out
i'm so afraid of you
and when i lose my cool
i don't know what to do
i'm going to try to improve my manners
(manners)
but man you really freak me out

he's getting a tattoo yeah
he's gettin' ink done
he asked for a 13 but they drew a 31
he tries too hard and he's not quite hip

TO J & J (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)

HA, I HAVE CHANGED MY PASSWORD! YOU NO LONGER HAVE ACCESS.

GYPSY-ISH COVERSATION

Sometimes I have entire coversations in metaphor. This one was about how I move from place to place to place. It went like this.

Rolling stones gather no moss but they sure take one heck of a beating on the way down the hill. Then my grandma says a rolling stone doesn't put down any roots either. I said I have roots. They're just shallower and more widespread than most peoples'. They're the oak trees with the 25 foot deep 5 feet around the base of the tree roots and I'm the shrub with the 3 foot deep roots that spread out in a 20 foot radius.

SO NOT FAIR

Okay, so Derek is this totally popular jock. Well, he can sit and talk about pokemon and STARWARS and people just nod. When I do that people stare at me and accuse me of being a nerd. (Which I am) But still it's not fair that it's socially acceptable for Derek to talk about that stuff and not me.

POO ON EBAY!
This one's for you Mascara Boy.
I have just found poop on Ebay. Theres real, fake, and smelly poop. threre's also anti-sticky-poo formula, and stuff that smells just like poop.

This Calls For A Celebration!!

This is officially my 40th post on this blog. I have come a long way with this blog since I started it in April. I'd like to thank Lizzard Lady, who got me started, Justin Coffelt, who helps out, A Flock Of Seagulls, who've inspired a lot of my material, Ask.com, for having such a great image search, and any maniac who actually reads it. Sorry if I've forgotten anyone who's contributed to this blog. Josh Hotopp is angry believes he has inspired me on what to put on my blog but i think otherwise.

Even More Random Lyrics

I walk along the avenue
I never thought I'd meet a girl like you
(meet a girl like you)
with auburn hair and tawny eyes
the kind of eyes that hypnotize me through
(hypnotize me through)

I don't wanna work
I just wanna bang on the drum all day
I don't wanna play
I just wanna bang on the drum all day

they call kids like us viscious
and carved out of stone
but for what we've become
we just feel more alone
always weigh wha I've got
against what I left
so progress report
I am missing you to death

I'm Henry the 8th I am
Henry the 8th I am I am
I got married to the widow next door
She's been married 7 times before

she's a rebel
she's a saint
she's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous
she's a rebel
vigilante
missing link on the brink of destruction
from Chicago
to toronto
shar's the one that they call ol' whatsername
is she thinking
what I'm dreaming
is she the mother of all bombs gonna detonate
is she trouble
like I'm trouble
make it a double twist of fate or a melody that she sings
the revolution
the dawning of our lives
she brins this liberation
that I just can't describe
well nothing comes to mind

A Jock Sock

I just remembered this one time when my cousin Vonscott was playing football for the Cowboys while we were in elementary school and he left his sock at my house. I have no idea why I remembered this right now. But then, at 3:29 in the morning, no one really thinks clearly anyway unless they've slept all day, which I haven't. My English teacher says the brain is a pattern seeking device, on a mission to turn chaos into order, but oddly enough, most of my moments of genius are born of chaos within the mind. This blog is merely a form of release for some of that chaos which I don't care to bring to order unless necessary. Now out of the chaos which is random memory, a reverie is born. I must now sit and ponder Master Bagels' teachings in search of deep thoughts that I won't bother to post because they are chaos for my brain to order on it's own. . . Ya know, I still remember what that sock smelled like.

Okay, so this was the only jpg image I could find of him, so have him blurry of not at all.

GOOD NEWS!!

I finally found wings for my Halloween costume! Yay! Okay, okay, I know most of you don't care, but I, for one, am ecstatic. Leave me alone, I know I'm easily amused.