I honestly can't believe it's been 2 weeks since my last post. What have I been doing, you ask? You know, class, working, looking for a new place (which I found and will be discussing later), going on awesome trips, living the dream, and also doing other things. Sometimes you gotta grow up and actually do things with your time instead of sitting on your uncomfortable couch and writing nonsense into the internet. But only sometimes. And that sometimes is not now. SO without further ado, here is some discussion about poop.
I have had an absurd poop schedule the last 3 days. But before I discuss that, I have to tell you about my weekend. I only pooped twice from friday at one until monday at 6. I was in Ohio at my girl Anna's lake house, and I didnt want to punish her parents or any of the 5 dogs there, so I just held my poops until times where nobody would be bothered by them. Which ended up being two times. In the 24 hours starting at 6pm central time on Monday, I pooped 4 times. As most of you probably know, I'm like a 8 poops a week kind of guy. Simple math will tell you that was a LOT of poops(SFL). And since then I'm on like a 3 poops a day schedule. I thought at first I just had a lot of poop saved up from the weekend, but I see now that I clearly have AIDS and I'm going to die soon. So if you don't hear from me, assume the worst.
Another thing I would be remiss to not mention: I think I found where I am going to live for the next 16 months or so. And it is a seriously grownup house. I'm talking clean carpets, sinks, toilets, and people who aren't currently full time students residing inside. And, the best part, TWO dogs living on the premises. Guess how many dogs I would have settled for: 0. But I get two. You know what that means? I'm in dude. You had me at two dogs. I could multiply the number of dogs I would have settled for by a freaking infinity and not even made two dogs. Given, I would be using the worst possible math function for this situation, but that's ok because I made my point. And one of them is named ZEUS (yeah that dog is hercules, but that means this dog is technically his dad). I don't even remember the other one's name because zeus is such a kickass name. I'm gonna play the crap out of those dogs, and then help clean up the poop because I'm gonna live in a nice house. Boom I'm an adult. And this also means I get to get rid of a bunch of stuff. I think I'm gonna put it all into boxes and try to sell it to some of those dudes on the pawn shop shows. And then they'll be screwed because I have nothing valuable. Suck it pawn guys.
Oh I suppose the most important thing that has happened in the past two weeks is that my niece was born. And that is why they call me uncle drew, in case those of you have been confused by my facebook status. She is 6 days old, and already partying like a boss. She sleeps with her hands above her head, so clearly all that party rap Bridget listened to during pregnancy paid off because she is clearly throwing her hands in the air, and she does not appear to care. I will not be posting pictures of her on here, but if you wanna see some, just ask me and you can get a picture text. Unless you are Zisk, in which case I will be sending it to you anyway so you can be punished. I have also heard that she poops a lot, so we are going to get along great. She has apparently already gone through 4 successive diapers within the amount of time it takes to change 4 diapers. And I am given to believe that she has tried to pee on my mom as well, so that's something we have in common. I think me and my girl Emily (who I will be calling Ice Box) are gonna be tight. I bet she tries to puke on me in two weeks when I go home to visit. I will high five her. She will call me "uncle Jew" and then I will teach her about anti-semitism and world war 2 and how the holocaust was not cool. And then she will learn how to pronounce her R's. All in one weekend. I have some historical reading to do.
I have had some weird dreams during my poop-infested last couple days. The one I remember the most is the one where I kept dropping all my skateboards into the lake, and lake monsters kept trying to take it from me. Also I had a really cool car and my friend Mike was there. Obviously the lake represents the abyss that is grad school, and dropping my boards represents that I need to drop out of school and commit full time to skateboarding so that I can be a bum who is OK at skating. Also I learned how to wakeboard this weekend, so that could be it. Lake. Boards. Monsters. One eyed monsters. I'm probably gay now. That's what most dreams mean anyway. Sorry Brit.
As usual, here is where I promise to try to blog more, but we all know that I may not succeed. I appreciate all of your patience and I hope that I can live up to your expectations. But mostly suck it I'm in grad school and I have stuff to do, but also don't suck it I'm gonna try. I'm gonna have a couple gifs for you today because my boy Tim dropped me a dime-piece today on the book of faces, and I like to give you a little gif of my own. So thank you Tim, both for the gif and for using it as a subtle hint to write a freaking blog already. I hope you have enjoyed my (non)jokes about teaching my infant niece about mass murder. Here are your gifs.
OK you get 3 because this last one is really funny too. But also I cry evr tim.
I have had an absurd poop schedule the last 3 days. But before I discuss that, I have to tell you about my weekend. I only pooped twice from friday at one until monday at 6. I was in Ohio at my girl Anna's lake house, and I didnt want to punish her parents or any of the 5 dogs there, so I just held my poops until times where nobody would be bothered by them. Which ended up being two times. In the 24 hours starting at 6pm central time on Monday, I pooped 4 times. As most of you probably know, I'm like a 8 poops a week kind of guy. Simple math will tell you that was a LOT of poops(SFL). And since then I'm on like a 3 poops a day schedule. I thought at first I just had a lot of poop saved up from the weekend, but I see now that I clearly have AIDS and I'm going to die soon. So if you don't hear from me, assume the worst.
Another thing I would be remiss to not mention: I think I found where I am going to live for the next 16 months or so. And it is a seriously grownup house. I'm talking clean carpets, sinks, toilets, and people who aren't currently full time students residing inside. And, the best part, TWO dogs living on the premises. Guess how many dogs I would have settled for: 0. But I get two. You know what that means? I'm in dude. You had me at two dogs. I could multiply the number of dogs I would have settled for by a freaking infinity and not even made two dogs. Given, I would be using the worst possible math function for this situation, but that's ok because I made my point. And one of them is named ZEUS (yeah that dog is hercules, but that means this dog is technically his dad). I don't even remember the other one's name because zeus is such a kickass name. I'm gonna play the crap out of those dogs, and then help clean up the poop because I'm gonna live in a nice house. Boom I'm an adult. And this also means I get to get rid of a bunch of stuff. I think I'm gonna put it all into boxes and try to sell it to some of those dudes on the pawn shop shows. And then they'll be screwed because I have nothing valuable. Suck it pawn guys.
Oh I suppose the most important thing that has happened in the past two weeks is that my niece was born. And that is why they call me uncle drew, in case those of you have been confused by my facebook status. She is 6 days old, and already partying like a boss. She sleeps with her hands above her head, so clearly all that party rap Bridget listened to during pregnancy paid off because she is clearly throwing her hands in the air, and she does not appear to care. I will not be posting pictures of her on here, but if you wanna see some, just ask me and you can get a picture text. Unless you are Zisk, in which case I will be sending it to you anyway so you can be punished. I have also heard that she poops a lot, so we are going to get along great. She has apparently already gone through 4 successive diapers within the amount of time it takes to change 4 diapers. And I am given to believe that she has tried to pee on my mom as well, so that's something we have in common. I think me and my girl Emily (who I will be calling Ice Box) are gonna be tight. I bet she tries to puke on me in two weeks when I go home to visit. I will high five her. She will call me "uncle Jew" and then I will teach her about anti-semitism and world war 2 and how the holocaust was not cool. And then she will learn how to pronounce her R's. All in one weekend. I have some historical reading to do.
I have had some weird dreams during my poop-infested last couple days. The one I remember the most is the one where I kept dropping all my skateboards into the lake, and lake monsters kept trying to take it from me. Also I had a really cool car and my friend Mike was there. Obviously the lake represents the abyss that is grad school, and dropping my boards represents that I need to drop out of school and commit full time to skateboarding so that I can be a bum who is OK at skating. Also I learned how to wakeboard this weekend, so that could be it. Lake. Boards. Monsters. One eyed monsters. I'm probably gay now. That's what most dreams mean anyway. Sorry Brit.
As usual, here is where I promise to try to blog more, but we all know that I may not succeed. I appreciate all of your patience and I hope that I can live up to your expectations. But mostly suck it I'm in grad school and I have stuff to do, but also don't suck it I'm gonna try. I'm gonna have a couple gifs for you today because my boy Tim dropped me a dime-piece today on the book of faces, and I like to give you a little gif of my own. So thank you Tim, both for the gif and for using it as a subtle hint to write a freaking blog already. I hope you have enjoyed my (non)jokes about teaching my infant niece about mass murder. Here are your gifs.
OK you get 3 because this last one is really funny too. But also I cry evr tim.