I have had very little to write about lately, so I am having a hard time putting together anything really interesting. So I guess I am just going to comment on a bunch of little things that have been going on recently.

Rock candy: Rock candy rocks. Maybe that’s why they call it ROCK candy…cause it rocks…you know. Well, surely we have all had this sugar based delight, and if you haven’t…I don’t think I like you very much. Anyways, have you ever noticed that the string they use to form it on hardly ever gets swallowed? I noticed this phenomenon this past weekend. Every time I ate a piece, even the smallest portion of string would stow itself away in a part of my mouth only to be found later, (like dog poop behind the couch) or it gets stuck to my teeth. HOW DO THEY DO IT???

Waste of money: This friend of mine at college was using his cell phone during class to use the internet and browse for ring tones. Ring tones suck. I hate those things. Well, he was using the net on it for a good hour, and I asked him how much his U.S. Cellular bill was last month. He paid $180 for service, text and internet. I about crapped my panties when he told me. I don’t understand these compulsive text messengers and phone internet users. This kid will text someone sitting next to him just for fun. Now that is pathetic.

Black clothes at night: Why would ANYONE wear black clothes while they walk down route 3 at midnight? I was coming home last night and this idiot kid is walking along the road thinking he is all cool, wearing his goth clothes. But he wasn’t cool. Not cool at all. With his baggy black pants with a big chain on it, black coat, and huge stupid earings. AND HIS HAIR! It’s like, has this guy ever heard of styling gel?

And what is up with black cats? Every night when I am coming home there is this black cat that sits at the bottom of my hill and scares the bologna out of me by running out in front of my car. One of these days I am going to hit it. Then I am going to feel TERRIBLE…or terribly good.

Wal-Mart strikes again: The other night Fred, stumper, and myself went to the Concord Wal-Mart to get a game. We ended up getting Halo, which has a mature rating on it. So when we went to the self-checkout it brought up an age restriction message. Of course, Steph hit Spanish for the language, so it was a little confusing for a minute. The checkout attendant came over and said she needed to see our I.D.s to sell us the game. I had my I.D. and so did Robbie, but Steph didn’t, so they refused to sell us the game. Why has Wal-Mart taken it upon themselves to censor the public? Banning CD’s from their CD selection, (which is all edited anyways) and making up rules about everyone in a party having I.D? Those Nazis need to stop trying to fix all of America’s problems and start taking my damn money.

Strange calls: The other night I got this strange call on my cell phone. It was a restricted number, so it didn’t say whom it was from. So I didn’t pick it up. It ended up being some girl and she left message that said;

“Andy, this is Michelle, we met three days ago at the gas station. You gave me your number, but never called me. I’m mad at you.”

Now, I hadn’t been to the gas station for about a week, so I was a little puzzled. I hate when I get calls that are clearly a prank, but can’t figure out who it is or how they got my number. It seemed as if it was someone who knew me though. I don’t know, not really interesting, but maybe YOU know who it was…in which case, you better tell me.

Eh, I hope you enjoyed my rambling; hopefully next week I will have something cool to write about. Until then, keep fighting the good fight.

Stumble this article.