Balls. Everyone needs more balls.

People just don't have balls, and this is really getting to me.

Society itself is seeming really ball-less lately. We wonder if we can break up/ask someone out over text, or if this is the sort of thing that must be done face to face, we connect over things like IM, fb and twitter. It's turning us all into a bunch of ball-less turds.

Case In Point:

A friend of mine has gone on several dates with a girl he likes. He's paid for dinner and drinks 2-3 times. Today he relayed to me that he doesn't know how to kiss her for the first time without the both of them being drunk. The girl obviously has this problem too, neither of them make a move. They continue to hang out and both of them complain to their friends wondering what to do.

People! In life, at some point you just gotta grab your nuts (metaphorical if you're a lady), squeeze, yell I HAVE BALLS, and pucker up.

That is all.

Guys Named Rob+ Coolness= Chill Rob G

I think I'm finally beginning to understand. Now, do I pick 2 things and go from there, or is this a pre-determined thing? I'm going to go with "Vegetable" and "Doggs" and "Macks" and be "Cabbage DoggyMack" I better throw "white" in there as well...

RAWR

I'd like to take a second to rant about how much it sucks to job search.

RANT!

There, that should do it.

Pretty Pretty Princess Feet

I'm about to go for a 16 mile run. I haven't gone yet and my feet are already a mess, so I thought I'd pretty them up with some little mermaid, belle, and snow white.

Monserrat, Spain

I went backpacking in europe this march, slowly been getting the pictures up.

I took this picture before I started climbing around the mountains of there. It's one of my faves. Makes me want to sell all my stuff (which most likely amounts to $500) and go backpacking again.




Here's another one, taken about an hour from our summit


If you'd like to check out more, here's the link (click)

Urgo: The College Daze, Part 1

I found an old blog of mine. Excerpt

First, the story of myself in auge, told through the eyes of tom since he does it so well, and i lakk every time i read it. An Excerpt from the Journal of Sir Thomas Of Machine.

"Today, though, in Lit Crit, something stupendous happened. Well, perhaps it was just stupid.

After sitting and watching Ague conference with people who weren't me, I decided that I would leave Lit Crit, get some lunch, and return to talk to him later. Ague had not told us that we could leave, though, so I was a little nervous about leaving class. I told Urgo and Drez of my plans, though, and they decided that they, too, wished to leave.

Urgo's involvement in this plan proved from the beginning to be a problem.

First, she would not leave because she was angry that an online quiz told her that she is gay. She wished to take the test over, but rather than wait for her to do so, I ripped my computer from her Italian grip. She retreated, and I shoved my computer in my bag where she could not get it.

So, we were all finally prepared to sneak out of class. I decided that Urgo should be the one to tell him that we would be back later, but she refused. I stood for a moment, hesitating, wondering if I should really leave. The next thing I knew, Urgo was on the floor.

No, Urgo did not collapse of heart failure from eating too much spumoni. Nor was she, surprisingly, drunk. No, neither of those. Urgo had decided to crawl out of the room.

[ She walked to the row of desks next to the door and chucked her back pack, lap top and all out the door. She then knelt down behind the people sitting for a moment, and then was on her belly in army crawl position, all while Ague rattled on in the front of the classroom oblivious]

Drez and I watched in amazement as Urgo slithered out of the room like the snake from the story we read last semester. [ she then stood outside the door and proceded to wave and grin at everybody stuck inside, then bounded to the starirwell] And then, we, too, left."

The Thanksgiving Shit Show

Last night got out of hand in so many ways. I wish I could share, but it was more of a "you had to be there" out of hand in order to not think we were all assholes.

Either way, it was the best Thanksgiving ever. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I got a little teary. I hosted my first turkey day with my room mate Aron, who oddly enough I met on twitter. You'd think this is strange, but with the amount of state/country hopping I've done the past few years, it's about par for finding room mates.

Anywhoodles. I hate Thanksgiving. I've never enjoyed it, and I usually view it as a chore. I'm un-American. But yesterday, I loved it for the first time. I got some awkward giggles about that during my opening speech, but that's cool. When you're moving every three months, you learn to appreciate good people when you find them, and we've got a pretty tight knit intern group in Boulder. I'm going to be pretty sad to see everyone go, but hopefully wherever I land next I'll find a new family.

I won't go into detail about the evening, I'll just leave you with a picture of how it started out and let your mind go from there.