meatball madness

let me just start by saying, why do all the great names for things like bands, movies, places, and maybe even people seem to be wasted (or squandered)

squan·der (skwndr)
tr.v. squan·dered, squan·der·ing, squan·ders
1. To spend wastefully or extravagantly; dissipate. See Synonyms at waste.
2. To fail to take advantage of; lose a chance for: squandered an opportunity to go to college.
3. Obsolete To scatter.
n.
Extravagant expenditure; prodigality.

i'm suddenly reminded of this by a band called "meatball madness." now its no secret that i love meatballs, and its also no secret that that band probably sucks, and when i say "probably" i mean "definitely. and when i say "definitely" i mean "i listened and i feel like there goes 30 seconds of my life i can never get back."

thats all beside the point, though.

this morning i woke up with ribbon in my pants. how did this happen? i have no idea. nothing crazy happened last night, and nothing entered or exited my pants region- so i'm absolutely baffled how theres a long strand of green ribbon wedged right in there. confusion aside, the ribbon is now removed, and i can begin my day properly.

Oh no, wrist patrol

So I think I hurt my wrist. It feels like things are misalligned and/or hollow? So that's pretty fun.

I just did a workout with a firehose, believe it or not.. Now that I think of it maybe that's what busted up my wrist.

Its still been a good day, though.
Definitely looking forward to the weekend.

I think my life would be perfect with a day of laying around, ramen noodles, tv and movies. Mmmm.
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Yo Gabba Lover!

For a while now, I've been saying, "I'm gonna go find my YoGabbaGabba SWAG." So today, what happened? Guess who, my favorite. That's what happened. I'm so excited.

This is the best day EVER.
I'm blown away.
I <3 Broby
Totally the coolest.

music at the gym

I like songs that tell a story, or have a message- something that makes me think.. Anything really. Alot of songs, though, just make me think "Wow, this was a mistake" or "How on earth did someone think this could be considered lyrical content, ever?" And maybe even "Right now, it would be better if I didn't know a word of english. Especially not the ones strung together here, used to express such beautiful poetry."

Not you though, Lil' Wayne, because you are music.. Or so I've read.. So everyone else? Clean up your act. Immediately.

I'm done sitting at work hearing about ms jackson, or anyone whose name includes "pussycat" (though I DO enjoy that loosen up my buttons business). And that means you too, Paul Wall.. Even though your teeth ARE gleamin' like you're chewin' on aluminium foil.

Oh and screamo? Consider yourself warned. Just because I don't have the time to deal with your dragon-like noises today, does not mean you're in the clear.

To the lucky few..

It all started today at lunchtime approximately 10am. I cooked my food for the day this morning- leftover rice/pasta/nut mixed with some ground meat and hot sauce.. Ps AMAZING after waiting an eternity.. Anyways, yea- I cooked at 7am. Packed everything, extra protein, whatever I needed. And then i left for work.

Forward, now, to 10am. Where is the _______ fork??? Ok. Fine. Problem solved, I'll go look up front rather than in this skeevy spanish cabinet. Which, little known fact, I'd rather use a dirty glove from the lost and found before I EVER touched anything that may have ever been in my co-workers mouths.. Or worse.. Gross.

Anyways.

Up front? No forks. No spoons either, which I later realized would have been so much better than a fork.. But no, nothing.

So I was going to check the nearby restaurants, which don't open until 11am? What kind of crap is this? I mean REALLY.

Long story short, there's now a small population that witnessed me stuffing this interesting mixture into my mouth with my bare hands.. And when I say that I mean pretty much being innocent bystanders to what can now only be called rice and hot sauce all over my lap and face. Mmmm. Yea.
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the celebration starts now (but by no means ends at midnight)

so yea, its like midnight-ish. i want nachos. immediately.

here's a history lesson.

happy cinco de mayo.
enjoy.

where's my meatloaf

definitely rocking out to meatloaf right now, so call that what you will.
i'll call it awesome.

it's very late, and tomorrow is going to come very quickly.
part of me thinks, "not quickly enough." and the other parts of me, the more logical and rational (and much less exciteable) parts, think "oh god."
so anyways.

today was good. very eventful. for more reasons than i care to explain right now.
but lets see what i will explain:

1. job stuff. a lot of it.
2. deodorant down my whole shirt. a fashion statement, really.
3. bandana hat, enough said. more on that some other time..
4. fake mustaches and ramen noodle pinata (which, btw, sounds amazinggg right now AND doesn't seem to be spelled correctly)
5. coat-hangers with near magic powers, including creasing shirts and frisbee-ing
6. the word margarita. mmmmmmmmm.
7. the thought of a new work shirt. makes it all worth while.
8. jesus h christ

and last but not least

9. sitting on a table for like 2 hours. because apparently thats what we do.


bedtime now, though.
today was a good day :)

free time

So I'm currently sitting here at work, waiting for my 10am client. I'm assuming she's a no-show seeing as it is already 10:10 by this point. I have been convinced for some time now that the woman nearby smells like a marijuana factory, and has spread that odor throughout the gym.. However she's gone now, and the smell still lingers. Who is the culprit now? Old lady on the lower back machine, I'm looking at you. Bold move ma'am, I must say.

Will someone else buy this?

a little while back, i had read about this new little gadget.
i saw the picture, and immediately i was hooked.
the concept is dumb. and the use is very limited.
but if i had someone else (assuming i liked them) who had one too, how great would this be?

i'll answer for you.
REALLY great.

also, if it wasn't so expensive.
i can think of so many other things i'd like to spend that on.
so thanks, nabaztag. but no thanks.

The Goat

i havent even tried to sleep because i've been too busy.

why? well right now even if i was trying to sleep, there's an obnoxious cat that sounds like it's dying. is it? no. at least not that i know of. but if he keeps this up? my answer just might change.

also, though, i stumbled across several old pictures on my computer which got my goat

ps i just looked up that phrase, because it boggles my mind, and apparantly legend has it (yes legend) that horses used to be accompanied by goats in order to calm them down- i believe in the racing world? who knows. but anyways i guess people would steal (or GET) their goat, which would rile them up.. wow, the things you learn.

so the reason i have been "gotten" tonight is mainly because i remember peoplemaking such a fuss when i used to work out roughly 2 years ago. and my friend had been telling me the other day i was way too big, and started talking about my back and whatnot.. anyways i had brushed him aside just as i had brushed everyone else aside back then- until i saw these. now i remember being in good shape, but im in good shape now. seeing these pictures, though, i realize im about half the size i used to be.

so now im somewhat unhappy with things. which is funny because today i was quite content, as i have been for a couple years. thinking i was only slightly smaller.. but alas, the goat is gone- and tomorrow starts my old diet and workout plan. which means i need a new shaker bottle from gnc. something i keep forgetting to purchase.

Update

Nothing much to say tonight, i've just spent all day redoing the blog from the ground up.

This means a few things.

ONE. no old posts. this wasn't exactly intentional, but it wasn't intentionally saving them either. i pretty much came in, deleted all the old code and useless junk, and didn't feel the need to sift through everything and pick the good vs the bad.

TWO. new posts coming soon. i might do another ACTUAL post tonight, but its getting late, i'm growing tired, and i'm still not even finished the coding and layout of the blog, or any of the other things i had to fix in order to get the links working.

THREE. new video on the way. Quite frankly i wanted to tonight but i am too tired to go through all the setup and transferring/editing process. ALSO, i have even less to ramble and rant about at this hour... so you'll have to make do with the few that i have up.

Note: I tried to dig up the old favorite videos, such as "drunken beach night", "possible broken fingers morning", or even "the argument with the liquor store clerk," but sadly they are either on my other computer (which i doubt) or they got deleted somewhere along the way. regardless of whether or not those blogs ever see the light of day again, a few new ones will be on their way soon- and i'm slowly starting a more ambitious video project again. so we'll see where that takes us.

I guess I'm gonna go finalize some things, and perhaps head off to bed.
p.s. i apologize if i dont decide on a header tonight.
Enjoy, everyone.

Why on Earth

So i just came across someone unnecessarily posting that they had to study for some sort of test, via facebook.. Which little known fact i'm going to delete mine as soon as i get my site up and running but that's another story entirely... So yea, anyways. I'm most annoyed just at the fact that i even read this. i mean, clearly they had to inform everyone urgently (in my mind they're shouting it from the rooftops) of this groundbreaking, earth-shattering, remarkable new invention known as studying. thank you so much, my day has improved drastically.. not to mention, i'm proud of you. kudos, sir.

anyways, back on point. the test was a series of letters, which only make sense to someone in that same field- or someone lacking all common sense, causing them to feel the need to google it.. either way, i'm so glad to hear about your random unknown exam. and i wish you good luck.. or "GL" as someone felt the need to respond with.. which makes me ask, why on earth do we instinctively feel the need to respond to an acronym or secret code, with another acronym or secret code? and when i say "we" feel the need, i don't mean normal people.