It's that time again.

Since Labor day Weekend is fast approaching I've decided to give you all my newest Hot List.

Things I’m hot on:

Super Bases Loaded 3 – License to Steal: This is an old school Super NES game. I now have an emulator on my computer, and this game is currently taking up most of my free time. And as sad/depressing as that fact maybe I feel pretty good about it.

Finding High Fidelity at Wal-Mart for 5 bucks: Far and away the best thing to happen to me since returning to the Midwest.

Nike Free: My new running shoes that simulate running barefoot, there incredibly comfortable and, as an added bonus, they strengthen you feet and leg muscles. And for all you cynical A-holes out there you read this right, I’m now getting into running.

Built to Spill – Nowhere Nothin’ F*ck Up: Arguably the greatest song title ever, and a pretty damn good song as well. Easily my favorite Built to Spill song.

Other Musical Shout Outs: (Please except my apology, my adjectives suck when I’m describing music.) New Pornographers – Twin Cinema: Better then Electric Version. ‘Bleeding Heart Show’ is the best song FYI, followed closely by ‘Sing Me Spanish Techno’. Ash – Free for All Angels: Best alternative record I’ve heard since ‘Hearts of Oak’. Jason Collett – Idols of Exile: Really great and catchy alt. country. Of Montreal - The Sunlandic Twins: Sounds like an updated version of New Order, good stuff. Wolf Parade - Apologies to the Queen Mary: While Modern World completely carries the record, overall not a bad debut album. Sounds like a Radiohead, Talking Heads and Modest Mouse hybrid.

Things I’m not hot on ( a.k.a. The Not Hot List):

Matt Nathanson – Laid: When I heard one of my suite mates playing one of my all-time favorite songs, Laid by The James, my heart jumped. Upon further investigation I found out that they were actually watch American Wedding, the third movie in the epic American Pie trilogy. I also found out that it was a cover version of the song by some ass muncher named Matt Nathanson. I then threw up in my mouth.

Who I’ve become in my suite: Outside of my roommate, who’s a blow hard anyway, I don’t really know anyone in my suite. I realized the other day that instead of talking to them when I go by I either wink or give a head nod. I guess you could say we’re casual friends. Anyhow, I caught myself the other day, and I’ve been a wreck ever since. I’ve officially become that guy, the head nod or wink guy, and I f*cking hate that guy. In relate news my life blows.

Quitting Smoking: Now I realize that I’m far healthier this way, and saving money, but it still sucks. I miss smoking, I now have to play SNES games on my computer to kill time. I also miss the special bond I use to have with other smokers. Likewise, I miss the back motel by my school where I use to sneak out to to go smoke.. But mostly I miss how awesome I looked when smoking.

Things I’m hot on, but really wish I wasn’t (a.k.a Guilty Pleasures):

Anberlin: A Tooth and Nail band that’s both popier and catchier then MxPx. I hate the fact that I like this band.

My Space: Over the summer, when I’d got to a computer every other week, I started a My Space account so I could post/make fun of my friend/current roommate who had just started an account (I found out about all this b/c the dipsh*t e-mailed me, saying he had started a my space site). So I signed up and posted a very witty comment. Now that I’m back in the real world I’ve found that I’m spending far too much time on My Space, so I decided to check myself and cut back. My roommate, who’s an avid My Space supporter, says I’m being foolish. An argument then commenced and midway through I had an a epiphany: Arguing about My Space is like running in the Special Olympics. Even if you win you’re still retarded. (In case you’re wondering the answers yes, I only wrote about this so I could use that last line.)

Until We Meet Again.

I Got 99 Problems...(Part 2)

As most of you know, ah who am I kidding only my friends and family read this blog. Anyway, I was at a camp in the mountains all summer. As great as this experience was, there was one downside: Every relationship with members of the fairer sex reverted back to that of a jr. highish nature. While I was at the camp this ‘situation’ was phenomenal, but now not so much. I found this out the hard way this past weekend. While swimming in Lake Michigan with a coed group I had an epiphany, I no longer know how to relate with the ladies. Starting anything beyond a casual relationship has become a huge ordeal. Now I don’t mean to give off the impression that before I went to camp I was reeling in the honies like a young Peter Facinelli*, but I held my own. So now whenever I encounter a girl I say hello then just stare creepily at her with out saying another word. I’m not trying to be awkward, but I’ve clearly forgotten how to interact with fefes** any level higher then punching the girl you think is cute. Hopefully this is just a phase that will pass, like acne or masturbation. Come to think of it I still have acne and well, um… yeah.

Until We Meet Again

* Mike Dexter… http://imdb.com/name/nm0004906/
** Wisconsinite slang for a lady

The worse thing to happen to me @ TIU

So Tuesday night I reluctantly returned to my school. After several awkward encounters, I finally went to eat. To both my delight and chagrin I found out that the newest edition to my school’s sh!tty cafeteria was a soft serve ice cream machine. Now I, as a fat kid, happen to love ice cream, especially that of the soft serve variety. However, I’m also aware that most members of the opposite sex love ice cream as well. Before the ice cream wasn’t such a huge attraction b/c girls didn’t like to go through all the work of scooping it and they were afraid that guys checked out the back sides when they bent over to scoop it. But the soft serve machine changes all of that. Now girls can eat all the ice cream they want, with out having to work hard to get it or fear of guys scamming on them. So you’re thinking good for them, they deserve it! No, f!ck no. This basically means by November the only attractive girls left on campus will be the anorexic ones, a look I’ve never really cared for anyway(Although my douche roomate sure gets his rocks off on uncomfortably skinny girls.). So not only am I stuck at a school I don’t want to be at, but the schools female population is about to balloon up like a blow fish colony*.

Until We Meet Again

*I’m sorry, my analogies aren’t what they use to be.

Back up in your ass with the ressurection

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