Hermit-tude

It seems to me that a lot of people find me insane.  Granted, I'm not the most normal person in the world, but then again, you're bound to have some emotional/ social issues when the catch phrase you grew up with was "friends are burdens".

People mainly find it strange that I can willingly stay in my room all day.  But the truth is, with a good book (or more importantly, the internet) and a little sprinkle of something that is becoming quite rare in our technology addicted community (some call it "magic" I call it IMAGINATION) I'm not IN my room all day, I'm in a magic world of spectacular wonder.

It's basically my room . . . but cooler.

At any rate, I've been spending a lot of time locked in my room recently.  With T-minus 30 days until the summer semester is over, I have a lot to do before I go back to school this fall.

The bummer news?  It looks like I will, in fact, be going back to the Land of the Wranglers.

So, I will remain locked in my ivory tower of hermit-tude until further notice.

The moral of this story?

Don't bug me.  I'm busy.

Paranormal Posting

Paranormal phenomenon, specters, ghosts, poltergeists, phantoms, aliens and UFO's, sparkly vampires, manly combustible vampires, Bigfoot, fairies, leprechauns, the Loch Ness Monster and of course, (the children and children at heart may want to look away) Santa.  What do all these things have in common?

They may not exist.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

However, today while surfing the internet (like I do) I stumbled across the thought process of a specter. Since we can obviously trust everything we find on the internet, this could, in fact, be considered absolute proof of ghosts.

And if ghosts exist . . . what else does?

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO (again)

(I sincerely apologize for any heart attacks that occurred during the reading of this post)

The Birthright

A few of you may know that my family and I have been living in PG since I was 10 but we've lived in two houses since moving here.  The second house (the one we live in now) is a house we built and my parents designed the plans special for certain things.  The most important and overall, the one that is MY favorite, is the way they designed my room.  Let me describe to you, my birthright.

It was a fairly large room, one that fit my desk and full sized bed quite easily.  Furthermore, it had three built in dressers that equated six drawers and a built in bookshelf.  I also had a balcony, a walk in closet and for the cherry on the sundae, I had my own bathroom.  It was utterly perfect.  And then a darkness descended upon the land.  I was going to college.

I was given an ultimatum by my mother, "It's not fair to have that room empty for so long while you're at school so here's what's going to happen.  You can either move all your stuff out now and put it in your new room in the [cupboard under the stairs], or you can stay in your [birthright] until some day in the future when I decide to move all your stuff and I just move everything for you."

Now what kind of choice is that?

So of course I decided to move my own stuff so I could organize it the way it is.  My new room is smaller and I still of course refer to my old room as my birthright.  But I learned something about it last night.

That room is my birthright even though my brother Bryson is living in it currently.  However, it's also the next brother, Holbrook's, inheritance.  So essentially, Bryson is just renting.

Enjoy it while it lasts buckaroo, it ain't gonna last long.

Part Two

A few days ago I began to chronicle my epic rise to productiveness.  This is part two of that adventurous tale. . .

"I did it."  When you think about it, that phrase is intense.  Its a phrase packed full of epic courage, fortitude and determination.  Overall, it symbolizes one thing; You have finally accomplished something great.  Something which hopefully took up all your energy causing you to pass out immediately after and become utterly and entirely unable to coin a more victorious phrase because as amazingly epic as the phrase "I did it" is, it's also horribly, terribly, unremarkable.

However, I'm not writing this blog post today to teach all of you all a lesson in adventuresome grammar, I am writing this part-two-post to inform you that yes, however unremarkable, I did it.  I did it all.

Last post, I made a list of things that I hoped to accomplish by the end of the week.  I did them.  In fact, they were all done by Saturday night.  So, I guess the moral of this story is . . . I did it.

Excelsior!

I'm Back

Hello world.  You don't have to say it . . . I know.  I haven't responded in awhile.  But here's the thing . . . I was going to post something and then I remembered the internet and it didn't happen.

But I'm back.  Today is officially my "be productive most of the day, day." Let me tell you a little about it.

I woke up, at 8:30 and went back to sleep till 10:30.  I know . . . I slept in . . . it's still way better than what I've been doing.  Then, I did my hair, got ready, did a midterm in one of my online classes, cleaned my room, took out the trash, ate lunch, planned some more stuff, got distract, BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT, then blogged.  I'm on fire today.

You see, for the past few weeks my life has been a swirling, sucking vortex of mundane television and sleep.  It sounds fun, but it wasn't.  But today, all that changed and I feel great.  Now I just have to; get caught up in Hist 1700, get caught up in Hist 2700, get caught up in intro to medical terminology, plan my fall schedule, prep my sunday lesson, get caught up in Theater, do the dishes, take my History 1700 midterm and relax.

Lets see how well I do.