A blog is like an online journal. A blog is like an online, personal magazine. A blog is a super long twitter. A blog is a short short essay. A blog is an expanded laundry list, and a shortened review.
Blogs are different things to different people. My experience with blogs is one of joy, and dismay. I started out thinking that blogs are a really cool way to keep up with my thoughts, but as time grew long, it became evident that they are more just like a nuisance of a project that nobody my age really wants to post. Twitter is more from people my age. Short sweet and to the point. If I had a choice on the length of my blogs, they would be about 10 words a piece.
I did start out well though. When I first began the blogging process, I equated it with a tutor for typing. I wanted to get as much information down as possible in the ten minutes I was to blog. I would, at first, just type whatever came to mind, and a lot would get put down. Sometimes, I wrote what actually came to mind. Like, Squirrel!
I don't want to do this next semester though. At ten minutes a blog, and 70 blog posts, the time spent on this grade is around 11 and a half hours. I don't spend that much time on ANYTHING! Not to mention the stress that comes with the thought of having a project for that long.
Blogs may be great to some, but they sure do suck for myself. Adios Blogger.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
One is Waayy Enough
Second Life -To play or not to play. I will describe my experience playing the game, and only that. I will not try to explain the mental frontline of the players. I will not try to decipher the reason behind the game. Let's begin...
As I first started playing, I created a reasonable looking character. The appearance was chosen from a list of default looks. I tried walking and interacting with different objects, but to no avail. I couldn't grasp the controls, as they were very different from any other game I've encountered, so I gave up. I didn't really even look at the game again until tonight.
My lady's friend Sarah got on and tried it, but encountered the same dilemma that I had, and she gave up. Her failure sparked my interests. I gave it one more go, and got a small hold on the controls. I didn't care what others thought, and I wanted to incite a sort of frenzy, so I created the most horrifying character I could. When it was over, she resembled Fiona (ogre form) from Shrek.
I walked up to these two other players, which were sitting on something, and I stood. I only stood. I could hear them talk through the game, and soon they began talking about my character. The voices almost mirrored those of seventh graders. Their characters where dressed in, you guessed it, final fantasy clothes, and if I could have smelled them, it probably would have been bad. They laughed and talked about their friends that live/play in Second Life. I was saddened.
Second Life has brought the gaming world to a new low. No longer are WoW gamers the epitome of the virtual world.
As I first started playing, I created a reasonable looking character. The appearance was chosen from a list of default looks. I tried walking and interacting with different objects, but to no avail. I couldn't grasp the controls, as they were very different from any other game I've encountered, so I gave up. I didn't really even look at the game again until tonight.
My lady's friend Sarah got on and tried it, but encountered the same dilemma that I had, and she gave up. Her failure sparked my interests. I gave it one more go, and got a small hold on the controls. I didn't care what others thought, and I wanted to incite a sort of frenzy, so I created the most horrifying character I could. When it was over, she resembled Fiona (ogre form) from Shrek.
I walked up to these two other players, which were sitting on something, and I stood. I only stood. I could hear them talk through the game, and soon they began talking about my character. The voices almost mirrored those of seventh graders. Their characters where dressed in, you guessed it, final fantasy clothes, and if I could have smelled them, it probably would have been bad. They laughed and talked about their friends that live/play in Second Life. I was saddened.
Second Life has brought the gaming world to a new low. No longer are WoW gamers the epitome of the virtual world.
One is Enough
I just got my first taste of Second Life, and I am completely shocked. I have heard stories of Second Lives, tales of it, and I underestimated it to say the least. There is certain nerd level on all online video games. I'm going to describe three different ones, and then the whole new level brought by Second Life.
The first level of nerdom, is in First Person Shooter games, such as Halo or Call of Duty. Even though all types of people play them, the ones who play to compete have all attained the first rank of geek. They all take the video game seriously and make it much less fun for others. While they do not necessarily bring a stench to the human title, they do make being a casual video gamer less enjoyable, and discourage other players from pursuing in depth gameplay.
The second level of geek titles is given to the players of Final Fantasy. Most become completely obsessed and shy away from average society. They will replay Role Playing Games until they become a nuisance to hear from another room. The title of Final Fantasy nerd also comes with the visual appearance of a Japanese manga nerd. Scrawny, pale, and in black clothes. Now, not all look this way, but I'm speaking of the majority.
The third tier, often regarded as the highest ranks achievable, is the WoW nerd. They spend hours upon hours on the computer. Many times, missing school or family occasions to play WoW. World of Warcraft has many opportunities to become a higher ranking player, and most just cannot refuse those chances. They all look different, but they all smell bad, usually from a lack of showers.
I have discovered a new rank tonight. It is the rank of Second Lifers. The game and players will be described in the next blog.
The first level of nerdom, is in First Person Shooter games, such as Halo or Call of Duty. Even though all types of people play them, the ones who play to compete have all attained the first rank of geek. They all take the video game seriously and make it much less fun for others. While they do not necessarily bring a stench to the human title, they do make being a casual video gamer less enjoyable, and discourage other players from pursuing in depth gameplay.
The second level of geek titles is given to the players of Final Fantasy. Most become completely obsessed and shy away from average society. They will replay Role Playing Games until they become a nuisance to hear from another room. The title of Final Fantasy nerd also comes with the visual appearance of a Japanese manga nerd. Scrawny, pale, and in black clothes. Now, not all look this way, but I'm speaking of the majority.
The third tier, often regarded as the highest ranks achievable, is the WoW nerd. They spend hours upon hours on the computer. Many times, missing school or family occasions to play WoW. World of Warcraft has many opportunities to become a higher ranking player, and most just cannot refuse those chances. They all look different, but they all smell bad, usually from a lack of showers.
I have discovered a new rank tonight. It is the rank of Second Lifers. The game and players will be described in the next blog.
Semester One Part Four
Economics
This class was an easy one. I didn't reallylearn much form this class, but what I did learn was invaluable. Before college, in high school per say, I didn't even know what homework was. I just did things assigned before I left class. I wrote papers in class during lecture. I prepared posters during fourth block. My after school was MY after school, and no school work was going to stop that. In economics, we were assigned a huge chunk of homework for each section of the book that we worked on. At about eight pages of question per homework, this was actual work. The first one, I put off until the last minute, and I paid for it. I was so stressed out that I made myself sick. The second one, I worked a little ahead of time, and realized that it works. I never became stressed over such an easy class, and I went on my marry way.
Economics has taught me that no matter how easy the subject, or how hard, the homework, and other assignments for that matter, should be worked on in a timely manner in order to keep all at peace.
P.S. Dr. John Winters is an amazing teacher and deserves recommendation.
This class was an easy one. I didn't reallylearn much form this class, but what I did learn was invaluable. Before college, in high school per say, I didn't even know what homework was. I just did things assigned before I left class. I wrote papers in class during lecture. I prepared posters during fourth block. My after school was MY after school, and no school work was going to stop that. In economics, we were assigned a huge chunk of homework for each section of the book that we worked on. At about eight pages of question per homework, this was actual work. The first one, I put off until the last minute, and I paid for it. I was so stressed out that I made myself sick. The second one, I worked a little ahead of time, and realized that it works. I never became stressed over such an easy class, and I went on my marry way.
Economics has taught me that no matter how easy the subject, or how hard, the homework, and other assignments for that matter, should be worked on in a timely manner in order to keep all at peace.
P.S. Dr. John Winters is an amazing teacher and deserves recommendation.
The Labyrnith from the Point of David Bowie
David Bowie, the genius behind tons of hits, is also the designer backing a new clothing line at Target. Despite his great career success, Mr. Bowie has been known throughout said career for a few distinct features.
His orientation, and more notably his outfits.
His orientation is up for grabs, but his outfits are incredibly depicted in Jim Henson's movie, The Labyrinth. If they could be described in a couple of words. I would choose Glamorous, Horse, and Trainer. He had his notable hair and makeup and skin tight black spandex jeans. He wore a jacket comparable to that of a matador, and on his feet were hooker boots.
His outfit related to his character in a number of ways. He was the Goblin King, and needed to look as such. Not much you can do to his face, since David Bowie did his own makeup, so they went ahead and let him dress himself. It turned out pretty well, and Bowie played a convincing King of little goblins. His outfit spoke to the relationship that played out between the girl and him. The outfit allowed for quite a bit of skin viewing, so it said sexy.
Overall, David Bowie is a visual freak, and his outfit in The Labyrinth is a perfect example.
His orientation, and more notably his outfits.
His orientation is up for grabs, but his outfits are incredibly depicted in Jim Henson's movie, The Labyrinth. If they could be described in a couple of words. I would choose Glamorous, Horse, and Trainer. He had his notable hair and makeup and skin tight black spandex jeans. He wore a jacket comparable to that of a matador, and on his feet were hooker boots.
His outfit related to his character in a number of ways. He was the Goblin King, and needed to look as such. Not much you can do to his face, since David Bowie did his own makeup, so they went ahead and let him dress himself. It turned out pretty well, and Bowie played a convincing King of little goblins. His outfit spoke to the relationship that played out between the girl and him. The outfit allowed for quite a bit of skin viewing, so it said sexy.
Overall, David Bowie is a visual freak, and his outfit in The Labyrinth is a perfect example.
Cigarettes
Food, porn, crack, and cigarettes are the world's leading cases of addiction. Of course sex and masturbation belong, but they are as wide spread. Some people start smoking, because it has a cool factor. For the same reason, those same people start smoking crack. I'm not trying to say that cigarette smokers should go ahead and smoke crack, but there is a part of each model that speaks to the other.
Being addicted without showing signs of dependency looks cool.
It don't think its the smoke blowing out of your mouth. I don't think its the square worn spot on the butt pocket of your jeans. I think it is the idea that you've overcome an obstacle that the world can't. People die everyday, overcoming. No one, and that includes the smoker, wants to be addicted to anything. To be addicted means that you are no longer independent. Freedom is the best drug. Taking another restricts you from the first.
I digress.
I just wanted to say that I don't think that the taste of cigarettes, or even the thought of being a smoker is what is appealing to people. I believe that thinking you are accomplishing a rarely completed feat grabs your attention and reels you in. Smoking isn't cool. Who wants to rely on leaves and paper. even the lighter plays more of a role in your life than your underwear.
Being addicted without showing signs of dependency looks cool.
It don't think its the smoke blowing out of your mouth. I don't think its the square worn spot on the butt pocket of your jeans. I think it is the idea that you've overcome an obstacle that the world can't. People die everyday, overcoming. No one, and that includes the smoker, wants to be addicted to anything. To be addicted means that you are no longer independent. Freedom is the best drug. Taking another restricts you from the first.
I digress.
I just wanted to say that I don't think that the taste of cigarettes, or even the thought of being a smoker is what is appealing to people. I believe that thinking you are accomplishing a rarely completed feat grabs your attention and reels you in. Smoking isn't cool. Who wants to rely on leaves and paper. even the lighter plays more of a role in your life than your underwear.
Why People Suck
As I have posted before, in great detail, actually, I work at Petsmart. Many people come in and out of the store daily. Many of them have loving, warm, healthy pets. Just as many have sick, nasty, and/or ugly pets with problems. I have thought about it realized that most of our customers with sick pets just suck. There are a couple of reasons I have calculated.
The first is that the pets are an eye and nose sore. Mangy animals do NOT excite me in any way. I don't even want to come near sick dogs. The other day, a family came in with a pit bull with some cuts on his face, which may say a whole lot, but that's for another day. The wounds had become infected and smelled of rotten fish to be as cliched as possible. The people just tromped around the store shopping for this smelly beast, completely disregarding that everyone else in the building had noses. Then, they had the nerve to ask me what to use for the dog's cuts, which leads me to my second point.
They suck, because they are cheap bastards who need to learn that vets are called vets for a reason. They aren't stockers or cashiers at your local pet store. People with sick animals in petsmart need to, one, take their dog home, and two quit asking the employees questions that a vet should answer. Even we consult a local vet for all of our sick animals. I'm sorry, but if you are too cheap to call a vet, you shouldn't have a dog. The pound should take it. They even use vets.
I hate Pet Parents that bring their problems to our doorstep. We sell food, clothes, and toys, not medical attention. Go to a PetSmart with a Banfield [in store veterinarian's office].
The first is that the pets are an eye and nose sore. Mangy animals do NOT excite me in any way. I don't even want to come near sick dogs. The other day, a family came in with a pit bull with some cuts on his face, which may say a whole lot, but that's for another day. The wounds had become infected and smelled of rotten fish to be as cliched as possible. The people just tromped around the store shopping for this smelly beast, completely disregarding that everyone else in the building had noses. Then, they had the nerve to ask me what to use for the dog's cuts, which leads me to my second point.
They suck, because they are cheap bastards who need to learn that vets are called vets for a reason. They aren't stockers or cashiers at your local pet store. People with sick animals in petsmart need to, one, take their dog home, and two quit asking the employees questions that a vet should answer. Even we consult a local vet for all of our sick animals. I'm sorry, but if you are too cheap to call a vet, you shouldn't have a dog. The pound should take it. They even use vets.
I hate Pet Parents that bring their problems to our doorstep. We sell food, clothes, and toys, not medical attention. Go to a PetSmart with a Banfield [in store veterinarian's office].
Up
The story of a elderly man and a young whipper-snapper trying to fulfill a late wife's dream of living Paradise Falls, a thought-to-be make-believe world lost in time. Their adventure starts when the old man is sentenced to live in a retirement home. He fastens thousands of balloons to his house and floats away. Once the initial commotion settles, the man hears a rap tap tapping at his door, to discover that the young boy was on his doorstep when he took off. They meet many different companions on their trip, and encounter many dangers and obstacles. Without ruining the movie, it does have a happy ending, which will warm even the hardest heart.
I give it a two thumbs up and a recommendation for the whole family, even grumpy dad.
I give it a two thumbs up and a recommendation for the whole family, even grumpy dad.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Commence to Quitting Part 3
In a world of unspeakable horror, twisted around a tiny pair of legs, the tightest jeans ever are brought to your college experience in GENERAL CHEMISTRY I starting MRS. SUNA! [Her last name's spelling is unknown, and it is too hard to phonetically spell. Sorry.]
Mrs. Suna is something else, which is why I enrolled in Chem II with her next semester! =]
Not only does she have tight jeans and long, billowy, curled locks of golden brown hair, she is foreign and a plain cool person. She always jokes and plays around, but she rarely strays from the topic at hand. Mrs. Suna grades just as fairly as Dr. Smith, but the tests are killer.
Just yesterday, I was made to think that everyone in the class thought they failed the third test. Granted, she has given a total now of about 115 possible extra points, it was hard. Even Brandon, Lisa, and I had much trouble with it.
Overall though, the intensity of the classroom setting isn't bad. It is pretty laid back, but straight forward, which makes time go by much quicker. (A nice shot of adrenaline at the end of a long day)
I'm looking forward to next semester with her.
Mrs. Suna is something else, which is why I enrolled in Chem II with her next semester! =]
Not only does she have tight jeans and long, billowy, curled locks of golden brown hair, she is foreign and a plain cool person. She always jokes and plays around, but she rarely strays from the topic at hand. Mrs. Suna grades just as fairly as Dr. Smith, but the tests are killer.
Just yesterday, I was made to think that everyone in the class thought they failed the third test. Granted, she has given a total now of about 115 possible extra points, it was hard. Even Brandon, Lisa, and I had much trouble with it.
Overall though, the intensity of the classroom setting isn't bad. It is pretty laid back, but straight forward, which makes time go by much quicker. (A nice shot of adrenaline at the end of a long day)
I'm looking forward to next semester with her.
Wrap it Up Part Two
The semester is still coming to a close, and I need to reflect on my experiences in Calculus.
Starting off with who taught the course, when and where it was held, and my expected workload, I was taught by the awesome, "I am very silly", Dr. Smith. It happened in room 222 in GH at 9:25 every Tuesday and Thursday. There was no lab, but a LOT of homework.
The Teach
Dr. Smith is, from what I hear, one of the best teachers at AUM. He may not be able to convey every thought of his into your mind, but he can make up for it by how real he is. On every quiz/test he gives partial credit for anything possible. He scales the point of each question so that hard questions don't hurt the grade as bad. He explains exactly what is going on in the class, grade-wise, so that you have an understanding of where you can place yourself. Dr. Smith is a very light-hearted individual with a neatly combed beard and a finely rounded bald spot. Jolly St. Furman he should be called.
At the start of the class, I believed that it would be a breeze, and of coarse, I made an error. The class was a lot of work in the beginning, due to the large amount of abstract thinking it took to understand the theories behind Calculus. Outside the box didn't even cut it for this class. I underestimated the homework, and I never did it. It didn't have to be turned it, so I didn't have to do it. Once I started looking at the homework, I started doing much better on the quizzes. I was like, DO IT. I forced myself to look at the homework, and it paid off. I have the highest average in the class, and its an A.
Gold Team Rules.
Starting off with who taught the course, when and where it was held, and my expected workload, I was taught by the awesome, "I am very silly", Dr. Smith. It happened in room 222 in GH at 9:25 every Tuesday and Thursday. There was no lab, but a LOT of homework.
The Teach
Dr. Smith is, from what I hear, one of the best teachers at AUM. He may not be able to convey every thought of his into your mind, but he can make up for it by how real he is. On every quiz/test he gives partial credit for anything possible. He scales the point of each question so that hard questions don't hurt the grade as bad. He explains exactly what is going on in the class, grade-wise, so that you have an understanding of where you can place yourself. Dr. Smith is a very light-hearted individual with a neatly combed beard and a finely rounded bald spot. Jolly St. Furman he should be called.
At the start of the class, I believed that it would be a breeze, and of coarse, I made an error. The class was a lot of work in the beginning, due to the large amount of abstract thinking it took to understand the theories behind Calculus. Outside the box didn't even cut it for this class. I underestimated the homework, and I never did it. It didn't have to be turned it, so I didn't have to do it. Once I started looking at the homework, I started doing much better on the quizzes. I was like, DO IT. I forced myself to look at the homework, and it paid off. I have the highest average in the class, and its an A.
Gold Team Rules.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Winding Down
The semester is winding down, and my blogs are coming to an end. Only 10 left. For this one, I want to talk about my experiences in English this semester. For the following three blogs, I'm going to talk about the other three classes, but for now, just English.
I started this semester with the mindset of a pompous valedictorian. That didn't get me very far. I would show up early to class and all that jazz, but I wouldn't pay attention or seek help with my papers. I turned in the first paper thinking it was a 100 style paper, but I got a slap in the face. I woke up from my "I'm the best at writing papers" dream to see a "B" on my paper. Shocked and stunned, I asked the teacher about it. First of all, I don't give out many "A"s. Wow, way to be a freshman teacher, I thought. Secondly, this was seriously a B paper. Thanks a million teach, insult me and destroy my psyche at the same time! Love you too!
I was hurt. Cussing and fussing all the way home. For the next few weeks, I hated Mrs. Simms, but i decided to take the reins on the next paper. I worked on it for about a total of 10 hours. I even spent an entire work day reviewing it with a colleague. I got an "A-". Much better. I did the same thing on my next paper. An "A"! I was in the mood. Mrs. Simms wasn't the devil, and I could do this. All I have now is to turn in my last paper. I just have a few adjustments, but it should be ready soon.
Overall, with regards to life, I've learned that if I don't get the outcome that I want, then I need to step up my game. Work harder. Life isn't sitting on a silver platter.
I started this semester with the mindset of a pompous valedictorian. That didn't get me very far. I would show up early to class and all that jazz, but I wouldn't pay attention or seek help with my papers. I turned in the first paper thinking it was a 100 style paper, but I got a slap in the face. I woke up from my "I'm the best at writing papers" dream to see a "B" on my paper. Shocked and stunned, I asked the teacher about it. First of all, I don't give out many "A"s. Wow, way to be a freshman teacher, I thought. Secondly, this was seriously a B paper. Thanks a million teach, insult me and destroy my psyche at the same time! Love you too!
I was hurt. Cussing and fussing all the way home. For the next few weeks, I hated Mrs. Simms, but i decided to take the reins on the next paper. I worked on it for about a total of 10 hours. I even spent an entire work day reviewing it with a colleague. I got an "A-". Much better. I did the same thing on my next paper. An "A"! I was in the mood. Mrs. Simms wasn't the devil, and I could do this. All I have now is to turn in my last paper. I just have a few adjustments, but it should be ready soon.
Overall, with regards to life, I've learned that if I don't get the outcome that I want, then I need to step up my game. Work harder. Life isn't sitting on a silver platter.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
This One Time Part 2
Continued from previous blog.
I was about 10 miles out from the Florida/Alabama state line, and I started to crash. My vision got very blurry. My head and eyelids became heavy. I had to roll down the window in a subtle effort to stay awake. Well, the speed limit right outside of this little town on the border was 65 miles an hour. I was probably going about 70. Since I couldn't pay attention to the signs on the side of the road, because the road was hard enough to pay attention to, I didn't notice when the speed limit changed to 35.
Of coarse, there were 2 cops waiting to pull over some kid going 70 mph at 2 o'clock in the morning trying to go home from a show. Oh, I didn't mention that I was wearing very tight skinnies and a huge leather jacket. I looked like a heroine dealer.
I have no idea how long they were following me or even how long I was stopped, but essentially, they pulled me out of my car to search, because I pleaded for them to waive a ticket. They agreed that if they could search the car, then I could go free, unless they found anything. They pulled up my seats, which were removable, checked all compartments, even the ones I didn't know existed, and they patted me down. Underneath my seat was a poker set in a tin box, and the cop thought he had me.
"Oh, it's just a poker set. Haha. Let him go John."
I am a good kid. They let me go, and the rest of the trip home, about 150 miles, I battled drowsiness, and prevailed. I got home at about 4, fell asleep on the living room floor, and woke up at 2 that afternoon, late for school. I didn't go.
One of the best experiences of my life. Kinda boring life huh?
I was about 10 miles out from the Florida/Alabama state line, and I started to crash. My vision got very blurry. My head and eyelids became heavy. I had to roll down the window in a subtle effort to stay awake. Well, the speed limit right outside of this little town on the border was 65 miles an hour. I was probably going about 70. Since I couldn't pay attention to the signs on the side of the road, because the road was hard enough to pay attention to, I didn't notice when the speed limit changed to 35.
Of coarse, there were 2 cops waiting to pull over some kid going 70 mph at 2 o'clock in the morning trying to go home from a show. Oh, I didn't mention that I was wearing very tight skinnies and a huge leather jacket. I looked like a heroine dealer.
I have no idea how long they were following me or even how long I was stopped, but essentially, they pulled me out of my car to search, because I pleaded for them to waive a ticket. They agreed that if they could search the car, then I could go free, unless they found anything. They pulled up my seats, which were removable, checked all compartments, even the ones I didn't know existed, and they patted me down. Underneath my seat was a poker set in a tin box, and the cop thought he had me.
"Oh, it's just a poker set. Haha. Let him go John."
I am a good kid. They let me go, and the rest of the trip home, about 150 miles, I battled drowsiness, and prevailed. I got home at about 4, fell asleep on the living room floor, and woke up at 2 that afternoon, late for school. I didn't go.
One of the best experiences of my life. Kinda boring life huh?
This One Time
Have you ever in your life, almost gone to jail, die, and get grounded in the same night, but avoid all of it? I was a Senior in high school. I never had taken any real spontaneous trips, but this time, it was my turn to hit the road.
About the middle of my fall senior semester in high school, I decided to take a road trip 200 miles away to Pensacola. I was going to see a band, Cute is What We Aim For, and meet up with a girl, Sarah. Sarah was a small thing, even though she was really nice. She was just waaayy too far away for me, and I found someone waaayy better! ;]
Anyway, I checked myself out of school at around noon and headed south on 65. I drove until I got to Pensacola, stopping only once to pee, and I met Sarah. We went to her house, got ready, and then left for the show. It was only around the corner. Only about 100 people showed up, but it was a small place so the crowd seemed bigger. All the bands played, and it just so happened that the one I came for sucked. We stayed after the show and helped all the bands clean up, and even got Whataburger for them. After all was said and done, it was one o'clock and I had to go home.
I wrote down directions for the way home, scribbling because I was so tired. Entering my car, I realized that I had made a huge mistake. I couldn't stay awake the whole way home. For about half an hour, I was fine. Driving seemed to be a cake walk. Until I got about 10 miles from the Florida/Alabama state line.
Continued on the next blog, I have ran out of time.
About the middle of my fall senior semester in high school, I decided to take a road trip 200 miles away to Pensacola. I was going to see a band, Cute is What We Aim For, and meet up with a girl, Sarah. Sarah was a small thing, even though she was really nice. She was just waaayy too far away for me, and I found someone waaayy better! ;]
Anyway, I checked myself out of school at around noon and headed south on 65. I drove until I got to Pensacola, stopping only once to pee, and I met Sarah. We went to her house, got ready, and then left for the show. It was only around the corner. Only about 100 people showed up, but it was a small place so the crowd seemed bigger. All the bands played, and it just so happened that the one I came for sucked. We stayed after the show and helped all the bands clean up, and even got Whataburger for them. After all was said and done, it was one o'clock and I had to go home.
I wrote down directions for the way home, scribbling because I was so tired. Entering my car, I realized that I had made a huge mistake. I couldn't stay awake the whole way home. For about half an hour, I was fine. Driving seemed to be a cake walk. Until I got about 10 miles from the Florida/Alabama state line.
Continued on the next blog, I have ran out of time.
USPS
The United States Postal Service is a Company created and run by the MAN that sends packages and mail to your doorstep. You only pay if you send out mail, and it is only a few cents per pounds.
The Postal Service is a band form by the lead singer from Death Cab for Cutie, Ben Gibbard. They were created and run by Jimmy Tamborello from Dntel and Ben Gibbard.
The name of the band came from the way that songs were produced. Tamborello would compose tracks and send the DATs to Gibbard through the mail, the USPS. They have only been around since 2003, with the realease of the album Give Up, but they still remain one of my favorite bands ever, and have one of the most well known songs ever.
The song Such Great Heights was release on the album in 2003 and appear in numerous commercials, and even had 6 remixes done by other artists.
Postal Service is almost the opposite from Ben Gibbard's other project, Death Cab for Cutie. It's messages and song moods are very uplifting and cheerful, while Death Cab's are sad and point out the negative sides of life. Postal Service reveres love, and Death Cab pushes the ideology behind death.
Although the names sound alike, The USPS and The Postal Service are two completely different things. One is an indie pop techno band from across the US, and the other is a mailing service employed by everyone in America that is run across the US.
The Postal Service is a band form by the lead singer from Death Cab for Cutie, Ben Gibbard. They were created and run by Jimmy Tamborello from Dntel and Ben Gibbard.
The name of the band came from the way that songs were produced. Tamborello would compose tracks and send the DATs to Gibbard through the mail, the USPS. They have only been around since 2003, with the realease of the album Give Up, but they still remain one of my favorite bands ever, and have one of the most well known songs ever.
The song Such Great Heights was release on the album in 2003 and appear in numerous commercials, and even had 6 remixes done by other artists.
Postal Service is almost the opposite from Ben Gibbard's other project, Death Cab for Cutie. It's messages and song moods are very uplifting and cheerful, while Death Cab's are sad and point out the negative sides of life. Postal Service reveres love, and Death Cab pushes the ideology behind death.
Although the names sound alike, The USPS and The Postal Service are two completely different things. One is an indie pop techno band from across the US, and the other is a mailing service employed by everyone in America that is run across the US.
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