I decided I’m going to live my life like i’m always in a movie. This entails a lot of things that I will do by myself that are ridiculous that no one will ever know. I created this tumbelog to keep track of those things I do.

Doggone Role-Playing Games

Today I knocked a glass of water onto the floor in my room, a place which often causes me to have to discipline Bella for peeing indoors. So I said to Bella after this event and out loud, “I wet the floor…Fair is fair. You can punish me if you can think to do it yourself.”

feeling tired at work and even more tired of my dependance on coffee...

not wanting to drink another cup of coffee today, i decided to attempt to wake myself like they do in the movies…

so, i went to the bathrooom, leaned over the sink, and threw a cold cup of water onto my face.

it worked or at least i placebo’d myself into making it work.

i may or may not have spent the ride home from work singing( at least trying) to my music in an arnold scwarznegger voice.

its hard.

i feel like a hypocrite drinking coffee on the toilet, but it is delicious. (the coffee not the toilet.)

wooooooooooooof.

amyyy:

“Life is what happens while we’re making plans.”

— Piebald

i normally don’t like to get mixed up in tumblr talking and all that jazz, but the situation is such that i must interject and say something.

good music called, they said:

there was this guy, not sure if you know who he is, john lennon? prob doesn’t ring a bell. anyways, he had this song, beautiful boy, which is where that quote comes from.

don’t quote this quote from shitty ass Piebald. i personally don’t even think Piebald is a terrible band, but to attribute this to them is truly a sin when you think of the original source.

long story short, don’t ever disrespect lennon.

52:8

woke up yesterday morning, ripped high, to my alarm blaring.

while laying in bed contemplating whether or not to shut off that wretched motherfucker, and that alarm clock is in fact both wretched and a motherfucker, my clock read 52:8.

this confused the fucking shit out of me for at least 3 minutes til i finally decided to turn that biatch off and realized my alarm clock was upside down.

sick vertical orientation burn.

“this is an appointment i had long, long before i ever worked here.”
— regarding not going into work the day after my 21st bday (this oct. 23)
“for something that has the word ‘fun’ in it, funerals aren’t very fun.”

a little gem i left myself in my philosophy notes about relationships:

“relationship of giving is triadic bc need giver, receiver(lol butt sex), and object”

the power of potsuasion...

i spent the majority of my day today studying for my american philosophy exam tomorrow. when i wasn’t studying, i was eating a meal.  i decided to call it a night at exactly 11:57 and promptly shut off the aparment lights and went into my bedroom. i set my glasses down on the nightstand and right as i was about to turn off the lights, my phone rings.

brian: hey man.
me: hey b-ri
brian: how’s studying all day going?
me: going pretty well. just finished now.
brian: awesome, want to end your night by partaking in some THC?
me: i’ll THC you when you get here!
::obnoxious laughter(obviously only from me)::
brian: alright peace.
me: peace.

so thats how the end of my Sunday went.