I totally forget what I was going to write this about

It has come to my attention that some people don't appreciate my constant Facebook quiz taking, so from henceforth I will be doing my best to stay away from aforementioned quizzes.

Weekend's end

Monday morning here I sit. I'm supposed to be opening the mail, but I must put out my thoughts on the weekend first!

Friday night: Crazy Monkeys Show + Basketball + Ka-Night Spot = Amazing

Saturday: Large Strawberry Shake + Dominion + Basketball + John's Shaved Head + Fazoli's = Amazing

Sunday: Broad Ripple + Starbucks + X-Men Origins w/MacKenzie + TV w/MacKenzie = Best Weekend ever

That all being said, I've got a horrible case of the Mondays, I cant wait until this weekend. Ugh if only college was over last weekend, I would love to see my friends on weekdays! 1 more week Mitch! One more week!

The best night I've had in a good long while...

I'm sorry that I haven't posted in such a long while and I'm sorry that I got everyones hopes up that I would be starting a new blog but such is life, and for anyone who knows me its not just life, its my life.

Now on to the best night I've had in a good long while.

Last night I drove up to Purdue to visit me mates. There was some Ka-night spot grillage and some co-rec ballin, but most importantly the reason I journeyed was to see the last crazy monkeys show that mike and shauvon and tim would ever be in. I must say it was a truly emotional show from the beginning. (Shauvon gave a great improved speech to open up the night that really put the night into perspective.) Mike and Tim also gave shining performances, nothing less that what I've come to expect from the veteran monkeys, plus a little extra. I was totally bummed when Shavon stopped the show early just so he could get an encore but hey it was definitely worth it for him so im down.

Moral of the story:If your day starts out pouring down rain, dont let it get you down because theres bound to be some great comedic relief eventually or maybe even a pick up game of 21 in it for ya!

effin' update

I've been busy lately and that has lead to my lack of posting here, I'm starting a new blog to write game reviews:) so if anyone is interested they should check it out once i get it designed and written....

(I really haven't been busy I just say that to excuse me for never posting anything here)

New Experience: White Toast! (French Style)

So dispite my neverfading affection for breakfast foods, I've never made french toast! So I looked up how to do it and am in the process of cooking it up right now:) (it's 3:54 in the afternoon)

Its never too late in the day for breakfast, so if anybody shares my affection for breakfast they can join me for some homecooked frenchtoast or maybe if you dont trust me some Denny's perhaps?

Oh and with the extra egg mixture im making cinnamon scrambled eggs!

The Inexperience of James: A Ruitine Trip to CVS

It was bitter cold today, the kind of cold that only mid-January in central Indiana can force to sneak up on you like this. Yesterday the low was in the low 50's so when James suited up for a ruitine trip to the pharmacy today he donned nothing more than brown and blue flip flops apon his innocent toes.  Theres something about Indiana that makes one think its safe to wear flipflops in the midst of winters games.  

Nevertheless aside from the usual traffic, James had an empty mind.  Driving always seemed more of a task for him than he thought it should be.  Maybe it was his collision with that bright red Ford F-150, or his multiple roadside breakdowns.  Whatever the cause, he didn't like to speed unless the situation absolutely called for it, and his eyes always went in a circle from the rear view mirror to the side mirror to the speedometer to the other mirror to the car ahead and back to the rear view mirror.  He knew his technique was over thought and dangerously hypnotic, but he couldn't stop himself from doing it.

"1.  16.  55.  1.  16.  55..." he chanted to himself as he exited his vehicle and noticed the frighteningly cold air that the garage had shielded him from we he entered his vehicle a mere eight minutes ago.  "Fuck! should've changed my shoes" he thought as he bolted through the Star Wars automatic doors.  He called them that because on a normal day, one were he donned the proper shoes for the occasion, he would motion with his hand slightly before the doors opened so it would look as though he used "the force" to open them.

In his rush to avoid frostbite he forgot the sequence of numbers he longed to so much to memorize before he reached the pharmacy counter.  he pulled out an index card from the pocket of his  black wool coat and read it three times before thinking once again to himself "1.  16.  55."  It may seem trivial but to him it was necessary, for this trip was not for his own medications but for the loving mother he had learned to love as his own.  She was having a rough day, well actually she was having a rough month.  She was a senior nurse at the local hospital and so she could call in her own perscriptions.  He had agreed to pick them up for her.

You see 1-16-55 was her birthday and he didnt want to seem like a junky trying to steal some lady's meds, so it was imperative that he memorize that day.  He felt so bad for not knowing it because it had only been ten days since they celebrated, or attempted to celebrate her birthday.

The day itself was burned in his head, but not the numbers.  It started off like any others had for him recently.  An alarm clock, a shower and a kiss goodbye.  He filled this day alone with dish washing and livingroom straightening.  All the normal things someone would do for a parent's special day.  Everything seemed to be shaping up perfect until she got home from work.  He threw open his arms as she walked through the door.  This was supposed to be a hug of joy and celebration but instead it was an embrace of sadness.

She had been told that she would be losing her job.  On her birthday she was told she was losing her job.  And he was the first to hold her as she stepped into her home.  He didnt know what to do or say.  What do you say to someone whos happy day was just ripped up and tossed away by the economy?  Noone knows what todo in those first few moments, so he just stood after the hug waiting for his girlfriend Ann to do or say anything to her mother.

Its those kinds of days that you dont forget.  Today wasn't one of those days for him, but when he woke up he could tell she was reliving those same feelings from ten days before.  Going to the pharmacy was the least he could do, because although she wasnt his physical mother, she was his literal one and she had a beautiful soul that took him in in his time of need, so he could do this for her in hers.

If we were to fail..

I cant see myself writing one more song,
Because baby you were everything all along.
I cant wake up tomorrow alone,
Because baby you replaced everyone.

Every one, two, three girls combined
If we were to fail I couldn't get you off my mind.
Never ever say never because never cant ever press rewind.
If we were to fail I hope you'd look behind.

A thousand roses, in forgivable poses,
sent to your door, because I love you more,
than my things that shine, than everything that's mine.

Every one two three things combined
If we were to fail I'd stop and leave all of them behind.
If we were to fail I'd always always press rewind.
Never ever say never because never cant ever go back in time.
Never cant ever get you off my mind.

If this is me breaking down
than baby its because I'm sure
you're the one I want around
Whenever there is too much sound
Or when the silence is too loud
I just want you and I to be
In love completely

If we were to fail I don't know what I'd do.
I'd probably sing this song or two to you.