Sappy Realization

So you know the main character’s group of amazingly tight friends on your favorite T.V. show and how you always wish you had 4 or 5 people constantly around you that all of you can finish each others’ sentences and say hilarious stuff and make your problems totally better in the span of 30 minutes? (I love that you’re looking back to make sure that was all a single sentence and deserved a question mark at the end.)  Yeah, so I’ve discovered I’ve already got that group of friends.

You could make a sitcom out of the drama and general hilarity I deal with on a daily basis, even though not everyone is still in one place together all the time anymore. How many times does anyone else get to console someone whose boyfriend cheated on them with a man? Or play beer pong with somebody AND their dad? Or have friends who actually let you play beer pong with a designated drinker (or five)?

Thanksgiving was in many ways unresolved, but in that Kevin-Arnold-I-Learned-It’s-Okay-At-The-End-Anyway sort of way. The girl of my dreams is still sticking to ignoring me. Two more of my friends have thrown morals and common sense to the wind. My sinuses still hate me because of the massive amount of Black & Mild smoke four days ago. But somehow in the course of the last six or seven years, the group of people I still hang out with has changed from a baker’s dozen or so slightly dorky teenagers trying desperately to fit in even amongst themselves into a group of relatively respectable young adults that are extremely comfortable with each other. One of them even spent most of an evening last week caressing my chest. She probably doesn’t remember, which is probably good for me since I sorta let her. That’s pretty comfortable.

There’s so much we didn’t say to each other in high school. There’s so much we don’t have to now. But no matter where our paths take us, how far apart we are, it’s nice to be able to just pick up where we left off whenever we are together. I don’t always participate in everything some of you do, nor agree with it. But even when I’m driving 3 more people than are legally allowed in my car at one time on a public road to 7-11 at 3am and complaining about it all the way…

I appreciate my friends. So thanks.

Not Jittery Anymore / No One Loves Me

So I have literally JUST found my phone after 3 days of it being lost in the depths of my room. At least this time I was actually sure that it was here instead of calling Tres Amigos, the bank and God knows where else before it was discovered in the Misses Department of Goody’s. (I don’t know either.)

Now I was, as most of you probably suspect, going through withdrawal, and have had no idea what time it was for the last 72 hours. I did call it twice to check for voicemails, which I had none of. So this morning, expecting to have 17 missed calls and some unGodly amount of text messages amassed on my neglected phone, I was dissapointed to discover that I had three missed calls. Subtract two from home that were myself, that leaves Shelly at 5:45 Tuesday. In fact the last person I actually talked to was Jerry at 9:13 Monday night. The rest of you, to put it plainly, are haters.

In other news, yay for the Democrats, I’m burned out from school, thank God for Thanksgiving, I may be able to test out of CIS-110 and get 3 free credit hours, along with my other discovery this week that may allow me to graduate on time TWICE , and I’m now the semi-owner of a GEmie

I guess "spooning" was taken

I realized tonight that I’ve become old. The stuff I did in high school is apparently no longer as cool as it used to be. Putting the school up for sale and rolling people’s cars have been ousted as the popular pranks. By what you ask?

Forking.

I was minding my business and talking to a load of lovely ladies online when, long story short… I discover Lydia, Rachel, Lucas, and 3 more Woods attempting to fork my yard. If you’re not familiar with this jovial new sport, just imagine your yard flamingoed. Now change those unsightly avians to disposable eating utensils. That’s right. Your imagination has just been forked.

Fortunately I was able to foil this plot with less effort than picking up 8 gas stations’ worth of throwaway dinnerware. And it gave me something to write about.

The moral of the story: stay awake longer than potential prankers.

Work.Sleep.Music.Baby.

So that’s a terrible play on a Gwen Stephani album title, but it’s all the creativity I could muster. At any rate, that seems to be my life lately. But the work is finally chilling out. The best thing is that I’m making this post from work. Week four at Albemarle Music is rocking. Not that I’m not going to miss Goody’s a little bit (mostly the people) but it’s wonderful to be able to sit down once in a while, to be done at 7 every day and off on Sunday. Plus I’m playing guitars and talking to chill people all day. No more 11:00pm recovery and only half the 7:00am trucks to process.

In summary of my general job thoughts: don’t work two at once. It causes a total lack of sleep. Which at least in my case is also caused by night sailing and Midnight Matrix Marathons. And even if it wasn’t I’d probably still blame it on Mike, James and Adam. Either way I went to bed at 10:30 last night and got up at 9:30 this morning and I’m on a picture-taking kick lately. Expect to see some chaos.

And if anybody knows where I can find a cheap, light, laptop with a relatively new/nice processor and RAM, even one without an Operating System, I’m in the market.

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I Bought Keira Knightley On eBay

So I’ve been having a girly kick latley and bought both Keira Knightley and Julia Stiles on the internet. Granted that means Pride & Prejudice and 10 Things I Hate About You but it’s still fun to say. However, my get-rich-quick scheme (A.K.A. marrying Avril Lavigne) has failed as she was betrothed to Deryck Wibley of Sum41. Darn you Deryk. Oh, well, there are quite enough “Danny fans” (Mike’s words, not mine) right now anyway.

At any rate, today was the first day at Albemarle Music Center. Come see me. It rocks and I’m enjoying it and can’t wait to start it all the time in August. They’re gonna kill me at Goody’s when I tell them, but whatever. It’s almost not like work at the music store. They’re like “hey, make a spreadsheet” or “restring this guitar” which is stuff that I would be doing at home and not paying myself if I wasn’t there. So heck yes.

Really this is just an update of my life. Nothing profound today. I like that about summer. It’s a vacation from being profound. And I’d even let you quote me on that except that it would be too much like a profound statement. So this entire paragraph is off the record.

Confunded

Well, I wrote a pretty nicely sized piece about the Fourth of July the other day and it seemed to have disappeared. Until I just discovered I’m silly and hit “Save” instead of “Publish”. So it’s up 5 days late now.
If you’re reading this on wordpress, cool. If you’re reading it on my new start page, cooler. I’m figuring out this whole RSS include thing and they’re pretty sweet. Makes me feel a little hackerish again. That’s basically it for now. Nothing really to report on other than one month left being at Goody’s all the time and that Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest was pretty darn good. Needed more interaction between characters and less creatures, but otherwise pretty sweet.

Julyishness

First and foremost, I’m uber-stoked at the fact that I’m sitting in my room posting right now on my own computer. My router finally works and my computer is happily back online. Hoo-rah!

We went sailing last night on the Entropy. Not sure if that’s a permanent name yet or not, but at any rate it’s James, Mike and Kyle’s 25′ Hunter Sailing Yacht. Adam, James, Mike and I sailed over to Newbegun to watch the fireworks and they were sweet. I’m not even a real big fireworks fan but we were (way too) close and they were huge. (There were also flames, ash, and pieces of shell landing and sizzling in the water and the boat all around us. Yay burning stuff.)

I’m done with Biology and Health for the summer and am now practically living at Goody’s instead of COA. Church looks like it’s on the upswing, and my guitar is restrung. All in all, short post, happy summer.

At the last minute (as usual)

I can’t stand to skip a month in my posts, so since it’s almost July, here I am. That and now Mike can turn down his cantankerousness for a few days. At least I have someone motivating me to use this thing. Eventually maybe I’ll get into the habit of this blogging business and actually begin to record my thoughts for posterity and the general good of the world. However, it’s currently a record of me being slack- having a blog five years after everyone else in the world and adding this post at 11:59 on June 30. But I’m just upholding (one of) the Bro Motto(s): “If we weren’t slackers, we’d never get anything done.

First Blog

Well, even though I think the word “Blog” is a silly word, I finally have one. I decided that my thoughts are so important that it would be a tragedy to let them slip away into the void of my forgetfulness should I not type them out. And although I think that blogs contribute towards the idiocy that permeates the internet these day (indeed if I mentioned that this post was part of my new weblog, many would have no idea that removing two letters for the sake of sheer laziness has given the morons of the world the precious online journals that amount to nothing more than an audience for their senseless ravings) I believe that it’s a better way to store, catalog, and share my brilliance than that haven for 12-year-old girls and 45-year-old creepers everywhere: myspace.

The lesser of two evils it is, and to the great benefit of you: the lucky soul who has discovered Dan’s blog, which hopefully by the time you are reading this has evolved into my own website again, in the event that I stop being cheap (and find some time outside of work, church1, church2, and school).

And no, there aren’t really footnotes. Just condescending to prove my deliberate repetition to those of you that still haven’t figured out my previous parenthetical paradox. Why I have such an alliterative, occasionally assonant inclination, I have no idea.