I am so excited to see my parents tonight. And it's not just for the free dinner. I can't wait to see them. To hug them. To tell them how much I love them. And to hear how much they love me. They are just about the only people in the world who, in fact, do love me. I don't need them to tell me all the time. I just know.
They are coming up here to help me with my graduation problem I am having. Well, I am going to take care of it. They are mostly coming up for back up. They are more pissed off about me not getting my diploma than I am. Which is fair. After all, it was their money they were investing in me. All those bills. Tuition. Books. Food. Laptop. Clothes. A car. A bike. Graduate school applications. Hospital bills. Insurance. It adds up over 4 and a half years. All that stuff is needed to have a successful college experience. Yet the payoff was sooo so rudely denied to me... and to them for that matter.
They have earned to right to yell and scream at my advisor if they want. (I know how my mom loves to yell and holler and scream if the mood is right.) I am just thankful that her wrath won't be directed at me. Hopefully we won't need to see the fire in her eyes at all. You do catch more flies with honey than you do with bullets. ...I think that's how the saying goes.
So yeaaaaaaaa... they will be here soon. I am pumped. I love that wacky duo that I call, "my folks", "my rents" and the "momma and poppa." They are so awesome.
As for stuff to gripe about. ...how about how
Facebook is getting a little too upgraded for my taste. I keep seeing the weirdest stuff pop up: maps of the world where you can input where you have been. Political quizzes. Music teasers? Graffiti?...Poke? Super poke? Food fight? Gifts? Does anybody really spend a dollar to send a picture of a hamburger?
I thought a ton of pix was a great idea. And a nice little website to drop little messages to close freinds and people you haven't seen in a while. Now it's all Facebook and is all gunked up with all these interesting applications. How's a stalker supposed to stalk in peace if i keep getting fortune cookie requests and junk? Cant I just stalk in peace? I just wanna be that creepy guy in front of his computer at night looking at pix of old friends and girls I've slept with. I don't really need the world to know where in the world I've been.
And another thing. Thank God it's cloudy. 100 degrees in Boulder is way too hot. One of my favorite pastimes is complaining about the weather here. "Oh man, it's summer and it's HOT." "Geez Louise, it's winter and it's cold and snowing out! WTF?" "What's with all these leaves falling off the trees? What season is it?"
I love complaining about it, just cause it's fun to complain. I actually love it. All 4 seasons.
I used to live in Tucson. They only have two seasons there. They are called "hot" and "the sun". Right now it's like living in the sun there. Thank God I'm here in good ol' crazy weather Boulder, where it can be hot enough to cook an egg on the sidewalk one minute, and cold enough to pull out a hoodie the next.
To end this blog, I would just like to thank my wonderful editors that work at
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