Major setback in the iphone acquiring process: there is a backorder. DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. Wondering what exactly that entails? It means I have to wait A WHOLE WEEK to get one. To say I'm upset is a statement, and an accurate one. To say I'm very upset is an exaggeration. I have become surprisingly tame in my old age. I'm thinking it has something to do with all the snacking. It's easier to be content with a full belly. For example, I just ate another tub of hummus. If there is one good thing about being 22, it's that my incredible good looks are at a peak. If there are 2 good things, the 2nd is that I can eat so much food with really no negative side effects. That includes any negative implications for my incredible good looks. God I'm attractive. What was I talking about again?
Today I wore a hoodless sweatshirt for the first time in a long time, and let me tell you something--it felt FANtastic. All the warmth and room of a regular sweatshirt without the hood bouncing around behind my neck. I like hoods as much as the next guy, but if I'm not gonna be using it I see no reason to bother myself with all the extra material. It's called efficiency people. How do you think I graduated college a year early? Because I'm some sort of super genius? Nope. Because I started wearing hoodless sweatshirts freshman year and never looked back. I gotta bring the rest of my collection back to school. Or at least the Harvard Medical School one. I bet I can get some dirty looks in the hall with that one. Maybe I'll finally make somebody's "I hate that guy even though I've never met him" list at Logan. I've always felt out at the lack of unexplained dirty looks. I gotta start making enemies so I fit in better. I'm sure advertising medicine will make somebody hate me. I mean, come one, everybody knows that medication never did anything good for anyone so anybody who condones the use of any man-made chemical remedies must be beelzebub. By the way I think google is a satan worshiping company because they wanted me to capitalize "beelzebub," presumably as a sign of respect. If my blog gets taken down in the next few hours or I go missing only to be found in a tub of formaldehyde 2 months later in a swamp, you'll know that google has hired Dexter to dispose of its enemies. Aaaaaaaand that's how you write a blog people.
I really need to stop eating in bed. It's really not a good look to have crumbs all over your bed and empty popcorn bags in the trash next to your mattress. And I do mean bags. I'm not very consistent at emptying my room trash bins and I also eat popcorn in bed embarrassingly often. I just realized that it's been over a year since I've been in the ocean. I hate myself so much. Why are there places that are so far away from the ocean? People out here are so psyched on lakes, but it's really only because they're in denial. Guys, the internet just told me that denial is only the first stage of grief. Although I guess even if you make it through all the other stages, you're gonna end up right back with acceptance, which is essentially the same as denial in this case. You're just gonna end up back at the lake doin lake stuff. Don't get me wrong, wakeboarding and stuff is pretty cool, but really I've lost interest in this topic because I just got a call from the Wass and we're gonna go play skateboarding. His exact words were "time to shred." so I believe it's time to go kill it.
Deeboheebo--out.
Really though, Andy used to call me that before he started calling me Wematanye and then Whimmy. Here was the progression:
D-Lo-->Dlo Brown-->Dlo Brownside-->Deebo-->DeeboHeebo-->Dr. Deebo-->Dr. Wematanye-->Dr. Wematanye of the Institute for Wematanyes-->Whimmy
That guy is gonna do something awesome someday and we will all benefit from it.
Today I wore a hoodless sweatshirt for the first time in a long time, and let me tell you something--it felt FANtastic. All the warmth and room of a regular sweatshirt without the hood bouncing around behind my neck. I like hoods as much as the next guy, but if I'm not gonna be using it I see no reason to bother myself with all the extra material. It's called efficiency people. How do you think I graduated college a year early? Because I'm some sort of super genius? Nope. Because I started wearing hoodless sweatshirts freshman year and never looked back. I gotta bring the rest of my collection back to school. Or at least the Harvard Medical School one. I bet I can get some dirty looks in the hall with that one. Maybe I'll finally make somebody's "I hate that guy even though I've never met him" list at Logan. I've always felt out at the lack of unexplained dirty looks. I gotta start making enemies so I fit in better. I'm sure advertising medicine will make somebody hate me. I mean, come one, everybody knows that medication never did anything good for anyone so anybody who condones the use of any man-made chemical remedies must be beelzebub. By the way I think google is a satan worshiping company because they wanted me to capitalize "beelzebub," presumably as a sign of respect. If my blog gets taken down in the next few hours or I go missing only to be found in a tub of formaldehyde 2 months later in a swamp, you'll know that google has hired Dexter to dispose of its enemies. Aaaaaaaand that's how you write a blog people.
I really need to stop eating in bed. It's really not a good look to have crumbs all over your bed and empty popcorn bags in the trash next to your mattress. And I do mean bags. I'm not very consistent at emptying my room trash bins and I also eat popcorn in bed embarrassingly often. I just realized that it's been over a year since I've been in the ocean. I hate myself so much. Why are there places that are so far away from the ocean? People out here are so psyched on lakes, but it's really only because they're in denial. Guys, the internet just told me that denial is only the first stage of grief. Although I guess even if you make it through all the other stages, you're gonna end up right back with acceptance, which is essentially the same as denial in this case. You're just gonna end up back at the lake doin lake stuff. Don't get me wrong, wakeboarding and stuff is pretty cool, but really I've lost interest in this topic because I just got a call from the Wass and we're gonna go play skateboarding. His exact words were "time to shred." so I believe it's time to go kill it.
Deeboheebo--out.
Really though, Andy used to call me that before he started calling me Wematanye and then Whimmy. Here was the progression:
D-Lo-->Dlo Brown-->Dlo Brownside-->Deebo-->DeeboHeebo-->Dr. Deebo-->Dr. Wematanye-->Dr. Wematanye of the Institute for Wematanyes-->Whimmy
That guy is gonna do something awesome someday and we will all benefit from it.
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