Wash and Dry

Well, I would love to apologize for my prolonged absence from the blogosphere but instead of feeling sorry, I’d like to look at my blog and my friend’s blogs as friends within themselves.  That being said, you can tell a friendship is particularly strong when you haven’t seen each other or talked in a long time you just pick up right where you left off. So that’s what i’m doing. So do yourself a favor, don’t say ”welcome back!” or anything like that because in my lack of blogging lately I have been seeing much more of you all in real life.  

Now, I was graced with one of the most amazing experiences last saturday night at repeating’s house.  Dave Bazan was a surreal experience.  Worthy of a man boner, or a girl boner for that matter.  

For those of you who take an interest in me, I have recently made a move from stillwater, to edmond, and norman.  It’s been a crazy past couple weeks and I still have a lot of adjusting to do.  

I don’t have anything awesome to say, but I want you all to know (those who I follow) i have been keeping up on your blogs and have enjoyed everything you’ve said and posted.  Tyler- I like the elliot smith demo’s, im listening to them right now.  Ryann- That twitter video is hilarious.  Wes- Dexter is awesome.  

-Wash it.  

Now it is no secret that blogging, essentially is bragging.  Now, that being said, this post is not intended to be a slap in the face to my fellow bloggers.  But that is what we are all doing, we’re saying, “hey guys! look what i found! I found it, and I’M smart because I found it first!” or we might be saying “hey… you there… i’m funny, i bet you didn’t know that…” we also could be saying, “hey… i write real good”  

Are these things bad? YES no! they aren’t, and if they are indeed bad… or considered wrong.. than you know what blogosphere? I don’t want to be right.. 

See what i’ve done now is set up a theme for this post: Boasting.  To follow the theme that i’ve already set up i’d like to do a bit of boasting.  Upon recently graduating i have found a bit of trouble getting a job.  Leaving me in stillwater, waiting tables, and hanging out with friends until i get one.  It’s not all that bad but when i get off work and all my roommates are studying i feel distant and worthless.  So i took up a new hobby.  the art of whittling.  Whittling is a transitive verb meaning to carve (wood) into an object by repeatedly cutting small slices from it.  

It’s a lot harder than some of you assholes think too… I have also decided to share this with you all, so don’t make me regret it.  Make me feel good.  Tell me i’m good looking, skinny, and i am the best whittler you know (because it’s probably true).  

My first project… I call it: My Wooden Index Finger

i carved that.  

Okay now to more awesome things… friday night, me jeremiah, mark and roger went to frontier lanes for some bowling.  After a couple of games we went to stonewall.  Then we saw this:

Now. I am not one for taking pictures of weird people and posting it to make fun, but i just couldn’t resist.  PLUS i’m not making fun of this guy.  I am commending him.  Do you guys know how many people probably have ponytails that never get to wear beany’s because it’s awkward feeling??  All this guy did was say… well hey that’s stupid that i cant STILL have a ponytail AND wear a beany.  I am assuming he did something like this…. put the beany on.  put his finger where he wanted his ponytail to come out.  took off his beany and cut a hole in it.  The rest is blogging history friends. 

-Wash it. 

So the other day I ran a little errand to my local Conoco at 11pm to pick up some dorito’s and a gatorade.  These trips are like my kryptonite because there is always one thing I leave with that I didn’t intend on getting.  In these situations it’s important to make sure you leave with something useful.  Not something stupid and shitty.  These things have varied from mustard flavored sardines to give to Roger to peach O’s (it only takes one of those to make me realize that I actually hate them).  This time was different.  I was sitting in my car talking on the phone to Kori and I kept looking at the lottery sign.  Three digital numbers.  calling my name.  it was a 1 a 6 and a 5 followed by MILLLLLLION and i couldn’t not buy it now.  I kept thinking… “what if i win… what. if. i. win?”  This is a dangerous place to be.  and it’s also why the lottery is a success.  

I know what you’re thinking: he’s better than that.  i would never buy 5 power plays on powerball for no good reason.  well.  like shit you wouldn’t.  that’s all im saying.  so i did what any noble, educated, intelligent, guy with awesome hair would do.  Exactly what i said i’d never do.  FIVE PLAYS.  POWERBALL. and some extra thing i didn’t know what it was but the lady told me i got more money if i got it and it costs a dollar extra a ticket.  

Now, the conversation that ensued when i got home was well worth the $10 i spent on that piece of paper.  Me and my roommates sat around for 2 hours talking about what we would do with the money and all that stuff.  I said a bunch of noble stuff like “im gonna start a foundation and give money to african kids for scholarships”.  but i didn’t mean it. 

How bout this though… i’d actually trade in every single dollar and convert it into Sacajawea gold dollars.  (still a U.S. currency) Buy a 100 foot tower with a dollar sign on it.  Put it in the middle of nowhere.  and…. scrooge mcduck it.  

p.s.  if i do win, i will give $10,000 to everyone who is following me and to everyone whom i follow on tumblr.  Just so you know…. a little incentive.  

-wash it

So, thanks to allthefeeling for confirming that even though xanga is dead and arguably has been for a long time, there are still people out there writing awesome things that i like to read.

When i have something worth posting, ill do it soon okay? but until then im gonna get a feel for who i will be on this blog.