The solution was so easy. For weeks, I was struggling with content to help fill a blog worthy of writing, and it just took the most simple act to bring things back to where they should be. All I needed to do was go to the grocery store.
For those who have read before, you are probably aware that I don't trust grocery stores. They are full of creepy people, strange sights and awkward conversations just waiting to happen.
My much-needed trip was not an exception, despite the fact that I tried to avoid the "danger zones." "Danger zones," for those wondering, include
Showing posts with label U of M. Show all posts
Showing posts with label U of M. Show all posts
Friday, January 22, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Things are going just too well...
It's kind of a good thing for me, when Mark My Words doesn't have an update for a while. Usually, it means life is following a pattern that I would deem as "Normal" for the average American, and due to this, have nothing to say or complain about.
But it's also a bad thing, because during these brief stretches, I also have very few stories to entertain you with... so I feel it's a little selfish of me to live a normal life.
Unfortunately, the last two or three weeks have been extremely normal, and happy times for me. I spent a lot of time with friends, completing a long list of tasks we had decided would need doing over break. This list included movies, a 2000-piece puzzle, games, meals, skating, and several other items, and we still haven't finished it, but knocked out a big chunk.
Yes, I know, what a tough life for me... Well it is. It's also made me a little lazy. Instead of going home and accomplishing simple needed tasks like grocery shopping, I spent my time after work or before baseball workouts at my friends' apartment. My fridge currently contains a bottle of juice, half a bottle of spaghetti sauce, mayonnaise, what's left of a block of cheese, and pop. No, not "Soda," POP.
The only other thing to note is the fact that my friend Jill got me a U of M snuggie for Christmas. In fact, all of her roommates received one from her, and since I spend a lot of time there, I have been blessed with the title of "Honorary Roommate," which no doubt earned me my snuggie.
In Cosmo, wearing a snuggie is the #4 thing a guy should NEVER do. Well, I'm here to say they are extremely warm and comfortable, and this guy wears a snuggie almost daily in our cold house. What do you think about that, Cosmo?
So at least now you know I didn't abandon my readers... Hopefully things start going more poorly for me, so I've got more stories for you soon.
But it's also a bad thing, because during these brief stretches, I also have very few stories to entertain you with... so I feel it's a little selfish of me to live a normal life.
Unfortunately, the last two or three weeks have been extremely normal, and happy times for me. I spent a lot of time with friends, completing a long list of tasks we had decided would need doing over break. This list included movies, a 2000-piece puzzle, games, meals, skating, and several other items, and we still haven't finished it, but knocked out a big chunk.
Yes, I know, what a tough life for me... Well it is. It's also made me a little lazy. Instead of going home and accomplishing simple needed tasks like grocery shopping, I spent my time after work or before baseball workouts at my friends' apartment. My fridge currently contains a bottle of juice, half a bottle of spaghetti sauce, mayonnaise, what's left of a block of cheese, and pop. No, not "Soda," POP.
The only other thing to note is the fact that my friend Jill got me a U of M snuggie for Christmas. In fact, all of her roommates received one from her, and since I spend a lot of time there, I have been blessed with the title of "Honorary Roommate," which no doubt earned me my snuggie.
In Cosmo, wearing a snuggie is the #4 thing a guy should NEVER do. Well, I'm here to say they are extremely warm and comfortable, and this guy wears a snuggie almost daily in our cold house. What do you think about that, Cosmo?
So at least now you know I didn't abandon my readers... Hopefully things start going more poorly for me, so I've got more stories for you soon.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Stories
It's been a busy week, with plenty happening to keep my life busy.
Among other things, I have been accosted by facebook spam through the kind gesture of two Augsburg friends who clearly didn't want to study. I have also been participating in another puppy dog mishap, along with the "pressures" of finals that college allows. Within this same time frame, I also had the opportunity to cover the NCAA volleyball Regional tournament in Minneapolis, watching the Minnesota Gophers advance to the Final Four, where they will be headed this week.
All these topics have stories, hence the name of today's blog.
Among other things, I have been accosted by facebook spam through the kind gesture of two Augsburg friends who clearly didn't want to study. I have also been participating in another puppy dog mishap, along with the "pressures" of finals that college allows. Within this same time frame, I also had the opportunity to cover the NCAA volleyball Regional tournament in Minneapolis, watching the Minnesota Gophers advance to the Final Four, where they will be headed this week.
All these topics have stories, hence the name of today's blog.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Couch Potato
I've been sleeping on the futon each night for about a week now, and today I really never got off of it. Why didn’t I leave the couch today? Well, first of all, I've been physically active all week and I'm tired. Secondly, for the first time since early December, I finally have cable again, not to mention a TV larger than 13 inches.
That’s right, this weekend, we finally re-acquired my roommate’s TV from the girl who had been using it, and the best news: it fits perfectly within the hole in my entertainment center.
But this came at a cost.
That’s right, this weekend, we finally re-acquired my roommate’s TV from the girl who had been using it, and the best news: it fits perfectly within the hole in my entertainment center.
But this came at a cost.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The First, Ever, Mark My Words
Let's be honest: I have a lot of free time on my hands. AND I'm bored a lot, which leads to this.
I'd like to preface this by saying I know a lot of you have better things to do than read this and/or don't really care about my daily anecdotes or proceedings. That's ok, that's why I'm not tagging anyone. I also know a lot of you don't have anything better to do, but don't really care. that's ok too. And I'm sure, by the number of people I've suddenly started talking to over facebook, that there are a few that both have nothing better to do, and also are somewhat interested. This is for you, but also for me.
I have stories from this semester to last me years already, but I'm only going to do this a day at a time, beginning with today: Sunday, February 8th.
For those who don't know, I am officially moved out of the first apartment I was given. My poor luck with roommates continued, and drove me into a one-bedroom two-person apartment with a senior from Guatemala. For those who don't know, James would like for me to inform you, that's somewhere in Asia.
The perks involved with moving from the one life to the next primarily involves the trip home. It felt great to go run around in the snow with my puppy, and was even fun hanging with my parent's two foreign exchange students. Mi Rin, the younger of the two, learned a hard lesson when agreeing to my deal: I cook lunch, she does the dishes. It's good for her, trust me.
Loading up the van took little time, and big thanks to dad who saved me a trip by following me down to the cities WITH said van. I brought the futon, TV stand, gamecube, dvd player... but the most prized possession in the load was the broom and vaccuum. A fresh start in a clean apartment, I almost felt normal, until dad started asking questions.
"So have you made any friends?"
"sure."
"That aren't on the team?"
shoot.
I know I joked before coming here that I would spend all of my time at the U and not bother trying to make new friends, but I didn't think I'd follow through as much as I have. I tried to explain to my father how the only people my age who are still looking for friends are likely losers, unless they too have transferred, and how I don't mind keeping my head down and mouth shut on this side of the river, but he gave me a stern look and said "make some friends."
I tagged that as the most humorous moment of the day. Having a parent trying to dictate your social life... I know I avoided chuckling until he left.
So after cleaning and arranging furniture, I finally had everything set, and was proud of my living room. Minus one or two things. A: I had left the TV chord for cable back home. B: Everything's set up around a non-existent TV. My roommate insisted we use his TV, which is apparently being stored somewhere right now, so I left mine at home. It's not here yet. For entertainment, I simply trotted over to the gym to watch old men play basketball in some sort of league. It was a slow-paced game, but it looked much better than what I've seen from the intramural squads here.
Long and busy day, capped off with me being bored enough to write half a book on today. If this blog continues, I promise I'll try to keep it shorter!
The... um... well, not The End.
I'd like to preface this by saying I know a lot of you have better things to do than read this and/or don't really care about my daily anecdotes or proceedings. That's ok, that's why I'm not tagging anyone. I also know a lot of you don't have anything better to do, but don't really care. that's ok too. And I'm sure, by the number of people I've suddenly started talking to over facebook, that there are a few that both have nothing better to do, and also are somewhat interested. This is for you, but also for me.
I have stories from this semester to last me years already, but I'm only going to do this a day at a time, beginning with today: Sunday, February 8th.
For those who don't know, I am officially moved out of the first apartment I was given. My poor luck with roommates continued, and drove me into a one-bedroom two-person apartment with a senior from Guatemala. For those who don't know, James would like for me to inform you, that's somewhere in Asia.
The perks involved with moving from the one life to the next primarily involves the trip home. It felt great to go run around in the snow with my puppy, and was even fun hanging with my parent's two foreign exchange students. Mi Rin, the younger of the two, learned a hard lesson when agreeing to my deal: I cook lunch, she does the dishes. It's good for her, trust me.
Loading up the van took little time, and big thanks to dad who saved me a trip by following me down to the cities WITH said van. I brought the futon, TV stand, gamecube, dvd player... but the most prized possession in the load was the broom and vaccuum. A fresh start in a clean apartment, I almost felt normal, until dad started asking questions.
"So have you made any friends?"
"sure."
"That aren't on the team?"
shoot.
I know I joked before coming here that I would spend all of my time at the U and not bother trying to make new friends, but I didn't think I'd follow through as much as I have. I tried to explain to my father how the only people my age who are still looking for friends are likely losers, unless they too have transferred, and how I don't mind keeping my head down and mouth shut on this side of the river, but he gave me a stern look and said "make some friends."
I tagged that as the most humorous moment of the day. Having a parent trying to dictate your social life... I know I avoided chuckling until he left.
So after cleaning and arranging furniture, I finally had everything set, and was proud of my living room. Minus one or two things. A: I had left the TV chord for cable back home. B: Everything's set up around a non-existent TV. My roommate insisted we use his TV, which is apparently being stored somewhere right now, so I left mine at home. It's not here yet. For entertainment, I simply trotted over to the gym to watch old men play basketball in some sort of league. It was a slow-paced game, but it looked much better than what I've seen from the intramural squads here.
Long and busy day, capped off with me being bored enough to write half a book on today. If this blog continues, I promise I'll try to keep it shorter!
The... um... well, not The End.
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