The more they really do stay the same.

I unabashedly admit that I will occasionally  "stalk" people I went to high school with on Facebook. Ok not stalking in the normal sense but since everyone puts their entire life on the internet these days, when I'm bored I'll go troll though the pages of people I used to see on a regular basis.

And it's kinda funny. People really haven't changed all that much, at least from appearances, in the last four years. The party people still party, the pretty girls are still silly and pretty. I was kinda expecting more. Although Tommy now looks like a certifiable bum instead of just a stoner.

So it makes me wonder what people say about me when they see me and how I appear now. Heh, there's probably a few more incriminating photos lying around now. I dunno. It'll be interesting to go to my 10 year reunion that's all I have to say.


In other news I'm really over the complete anal-retentive OCD-ness of my roommates. I mean I can deal with their need to clean the common areas of the apartment as if we live in a surgical suit, but now my own personal space is being brought into play and I've kind of had enough. It's like ok, I can deal with vacuuming the fucking couch twice a week, but I am not going to tidy up MY DESK just to make them happy. It's my desk and if I function better with it being kind of a disaster area, then that's my prerogative!  It just frustrates me because I feel like I am always the odd man out when who always has to kowtow to what everyone else wants and just once I would like to not have to be the one who submits. Meh, I mean on the one hand come May I'll never have to talk to these people again if I don't want to, so in someways it seems a waste to bother, but one the other I need to start standing up for myself! I mean seriously, vacuuming a couch? WTF?


At least I have tomorrow to look forward to! Kaitlyn and I are going to the FIDM exhibit of movie costumes from the past year! YEAH!!!! KAITLYN TIME!!!! It's going to be a blast so I'm excited!!!

And to conclude, a joke for your amusement:

Three Explorers Choose Their Deaths

A Frenchman, an Englishman and a New Yorker are exploring the jungle and are captured by a fierce tribe.

The chief tells them, "The bad news is that we've caught you, we're going to kill you, and then use your skins to build a canoe. The good news is that you get to choose how you die."

The Frenchman says, "I take ze poison." The chief gives him some poison; the Frenchman says, "Vive la France!" and drinks it down.

The Englishman says, "A pistol for me, please." The chief gives him a pistol; the Brit points it at his head, says, "God save the Queen!" and blows his brains out.

The New Yorker says, "Gimme a fork." The chief is puzzled, but he shrugs and gives him a fork. The New Yorker takes the fork and jabs himself all over -- the stomach, the sides, the chest, everywhere. Blood gushes from every hole.

The chief screams, "What are you doing?"

The New Yorker looks at the chief and says, "So much for your canoe, asshole!"