Apparently, I am pictured in the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine. What's funny is that I am watching Kanye West, and, it's like, six in the morning. If you haven't already heard the controversy surrounding his performance at Bonnaroo, I suggest you do your research.
Long live Bonnaroo, my temporary yellow hair and matching yellow sun smock, and Carrie's three-hour-long romance, now forever immortalized for the world to see. Also, Joel would be in this picture if he weren't sitting behind those yellow trash cans.
Pick up the iconic issue with Obama on the cover (and the shocking lack of text, gasp!!!) to see for yourself.
Or, just look below.
My life is quite good right now. I have no complaints. Complaining is useless, and so I will probably stop doing that so much in these little trivial blogs of mine. However, I will break for a moment simply say that I feel as though I broke my arm whilst attempting to play sand volleyball this evening. It really hurts, and I am not happy about it. My arms are not seasoned for the sport like they were when I was a tender fifteen years young. I feel like my body was so much stronger back then. And that is very sad to me.
Speaking of age.
My twenty-first birthday is now less than a month away. It feels a little funk-ay, you know, that being the case and all. Thinking back on my last three birthdays, they were all very fun and great, what with my and loved ones and friends and such. I am hoping to continue the trend this year. I am thinking it would be fun to have some sort of theme to my birthday party... a theme that requires guests to dress differently than they normally would. Any good ideas?
My friend Tom is visiting me in Athens right now, and he introduced me to a great beverage called Ski. It's like Mountain Dew, except it actually tastes good. Plus it's not made from shit like vegetable oil and paint thinner. Ski is manufactured in Southern Ohio. That is our unique claim to fame. My friend Susannah, who hails from Jackson, Ohio, can relay a plethora of fun-filled trivia on the soft drink.
Since Tom has been here, I have: gone to the circus, gone swimming in the elements, eaten a lot of pizza, played video games with very poor graphics, and watched way too many Adult Swim shows... mostly Tim and Eric. Also, I played some volleyball this evening, but I believe I already mentioned that.
Many other life-changing and exciting events have occurred since I wrote my last blog, but for now, I am too sleepy and thirsty, and Ace Ventura 2 is on the television. So, basically, goodbye.
Long live Bonnaroo, my temporary yellow hair and matching yellow sun smock, and Carrie's three-hour-long romance, now forever immortalized for the world to see. Also, Joel would be in this picture if he weren't sitting behind those yellow trash cans.
Pick up the iconic issue with Obama on the cover (and the shocking lack of text, gasp!!!) to see for yourself.
Or, just look below.
My life is quite good right now. I have no complaints. Complaining is useless, and so I will probably stop doing that so much in these little trivial blogs of mine. However, I will break for a moment simply say that I feel as though I broke my arm whilst attempting to play sand volleyball this evening. It really hurts, and I am not happy about it. My arms are not seasoned for the sport like they were when I was a tender fifteen years young. I feel like my body was so much stronger back then. And that is very sad to me.
Speaking of age.
My twenty-first birthday is now less than a month away. It feels a little funk-ay, you know, that being the case and all. Thinking back on my last three birthdays, they were all very fun and great, what with my and loved ones and friends and such. I am hoping to continue the trend this year. I am thinking it would be fun to have some sort of theme to my birthday party... a theme that requires guests to dress differently than they normally would. Any good ideas?
My friend Tom is visiting me in Athens right now, and he introduced me to a great beverage called Ski. It's like Mountain Dew, except it actually tastes good. Plus it's not made from shit like vegetable oil and paint thinner. Ski is manufactured in Southern Ohio. That is our unique claim to fame. My friend Susannah, who hails from Jackson, Ohio, can relay a plethora of fun-filled trivia on the soft drink.
Since Tom has been here, I have: gone to the circus, gone swimming in the elements, eaten a lot of pizza, played video games with very poor graphics, and watched way too many Adult Swim shows... mostly Tim and Eric. Also, I played some volleyball this evening, but I believe I already mentioned that.
Many other life-changing and exciting events have occurred since I wrote my last blog, but for now, I am too sleepy and thirsty, and Ace Ventura 2 is on the television. So, basically, goodbye.
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yes it is..and after he died people wrote on it as a memorial