Man, i miss old 90's sitcoms. they always went Disney World. this taught me that all good things in my life will occur at that most magical of places; while inspirational renditions of Eye of The Tiger swell and fireworks light the sky, my life could be forever changed by the magic of that huge golf ball and over grown rodent. 

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hey, guess what you guys. you know what happened when i went to Disney? I lost my favorite hat. MY FISH HAT YOU GUYS! i loved that damn fish hat. i lost it on that freaking train ride. that hat meant the world to me. THE WORLD you guys. and then i went back a few years later and tried to look for it. i know that was stupid of me, but I BELIEVED that i could find that hat again. i didn't, of course, but Disney had made me believe that it was a magical place where dreams come true and people are united with the ones they love no matter what. You let me down and broke my heart, Disney. I'll never see that hat again. ever...

>Mar

Rock It For Me

I went blues dancing tonight with a buddy of mine. it...uh...was NOT what i expected it to be. when i think blues, i think these guys
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or this guy
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don't get me wrong, i had a fantastic time. but i was thinking i would be groovin' like Jake and Elwood. i was surprised to find that blues is apparently a lot more like the tango or something. 

i've never danced much. it's never been my thing. i didn't go to public high school so like, the last "dance" i went to was in the eighth grade [unless you count weddings but i think those are different]. it was all very surreal and a year ago i wouldn't have been caught dead doing something like that. but this was fun. like...a lot of fun....hm....

word of advice though: if you're gonna go dancing you may want to consider TAKING A FREAKING SHOWER! news flash, guys, unloading six cans of Axe body spray on yourself is NOT a substitute for actual hygiene. No, you are not fooling anybody. Yes, everyone can tell. and No, none of the girls think you smell sexy. They all think you haven't bathed in two weeks. 

i really want to watch the Blues Brothers now...

>Mar

I Wish I Was This Cool in Middle School

So! For my first real post I figured I'd take a look at one of my absolute favorite online comics: 

I came across this gem a year or two ago while wasting my time on StumbleUpon. just...this comic. It's hilarious. I don't know...you'd think that the set up of a bunch of kids solving mysteries would be dry and over-done, and for the most part i agree with that, but this is just so refreshing and enjoyable. the characters are so well written, each one having their own distinct personality. i feel like i'm watching a show every time i read it, like...i can hear the voices of the characters, that's how well this shit is done. it makes me smile every time i read it and the britishness of it is thoroughly amusing to a Yank like myself. I felt utterly lots for like...3 months while the story took a hiatus last year. i just didn't know what to do without Lottie's constant advice on life and big hair. seriously, if you've never read it before you should cart your sorry ass right on over and start from the beginning. It's fun for pretty much all ages and all genders. it's just good fun.

Bad Machinery

Alright, i'm done gushing over this now. GO READ IT NOW DAMMIT!

>Mar

In The Beginning, There Was Supidity...

I've never been good at blogging. I made enough mistakes back when Xanga was a thing to learn not to share opinions on the internet where people can see them. Really, it's best for me to keep things to myself where no one can be offended. I guess what I'll attempt to accomplish with this blog, at least for the duration of the semester, is to ramble on sarcastically about things like comics, art, cartoon shows I like and various other things I find amusing. No one else will be terribly amused, I'm sure, but that's ok. I never really cared about that and I think I'm friggin' hilarious!