- When I was a kid, I was a nerd. A major nerd and I loved every moment of my nerdiness. The problem was that any good nerd had a pair of nerdy glasses. So I cheated on an eye exam to get glasses, even though my sight was fine. I wore those glasses for a few years. Then when I gained a little bit of popularity in middle school, I decided that glasses weren’t cool anymore. So, I stopped wearing them. As you can imagine, my vision was screwed. So now I need glasses.
- Remember, I was a nerdy kid. I used to read everything… novels, dictionaries, encyclopedias, nutrition facts on the side of the cereal box. I was caught reading the phone book. (the yellow pages, not the boring white pages!) When I would get in trouble, my mom would take my books and send me outside to play! I kid you not! She would catch me sneaking books outside, under my shirt!
- I love Sharpies. I rarely leave the house without one. Ask anyone who really knows me and they’ll tell you that I draw on everything I can. My wallet is covered with an original antgoo design. My iPod case is doodled on. I have a few pairs of shoes, some shirts, jeans and hats that got to know the business end of a permanent marker. If there’s nothing for me to draw on, I end up drawing on my skin.
- I’ve never done a drug. I don’t know how wierd that is, but everyone else I know has at least smoked weed once or twice. I never have.
- I used to have a birthmark on my ankle shaped like the state of Georgia, with a mole where Atlanta is… but it has faded as I’ve grown older.
- I was born with blonde hair and blue eyes… is that wierd. My my mom though I was the wrong baby. The nurses at the hospital called me “the Golden Child.” For the one week in High School when I secretly wanted to be a rapper, that was my secret rap name. Don’t tell anyone.
Okay… I’m kinda getting freaked out by the number of obscenely ugly MySpace pages I come across. So, in typical intraweb fashion, I’m using my blog to complain.
MySpace pet peeves:
- Children with display names like: sexyMama, hot thang, or lil’ freak nasty fuckbot. If you’re under 18, you don’t know what sexy is. You should, however, learn the meaning of the term “statutory.”
- People with 7 songs, 2 music videos, a few games, a picture slide show and a live action cow on their page. I can understand one of these things, but it takes forever to fucking load with all this extra crap.
- Ugly people with misleading display names. (i.e sexyMama, hot thang, or lil’ freak nasty fuckbot.) I understand that sometimes irony is funny, such as when you call a big dude “Tiny.” This however is just grossly false advertising.
- Some people may not agree with me, but I dislike people with 325,956,432 friends. You CAN’T know that many people; and if you did, there’s no way you could keep track of all of them. When I add someone to my friends list, I intend to keep in some sort of contact with them. I at least want to get to know ‘em.
- Spelling and grammatical errors. I make ‘em. You make ‘em. We all make them… so I understand this is a bit hypocritical. But learn to fucking spell. If you catch me spelling something wrong. Kick me in the balls and say,
“Hey! Fix that shit!”
That’s all. I’m glad I got that out of my system. Now let’s all go enjoy MySpace.
Later days.
I’ve been in Augusta for six months now… I got here in November and as I write this it is April. Six months and I’m finally getting on my feet.
I have to admit that returning to Augusta after having lived in Atlanta for five years and vowing to never move back seemed a bit like a defeat. Lately, I’m seeing it as an opportunity. My new job rocks and I’m learning so much about my trade that I didn’t learn in school. I’m getting a load of cash put away to start my own business.
Now that I have a move in date on my new apartment, I’m feeling less trapped by this city. I’m planning some sort of a house warming for the new place. I don’t know many people in Augusta, as most of my old friends have moved away, so I don’t know how this is gonna work out.
