Randomness Inc.

I had Korean noodles today… they weren’t as spicy as I thought they’d be. Then later I had taco soup and dumped a buttload of Tobasco sauce into it. I relished it.

I’m about to go to drama class. Break a leg! I need a Dr. Pepper. If I don’t leave now I’m going to be late.

The drums are beating louder. We cannot escape. We cannot escaaape…

I’m just sitting here on the third floor of the lib. again, contemplating life.  With me Irish Latte to keep me companie.  I say, the past week has flown by faster than a African swallow, and now i find myself in the current week, contemplating a gross exam i have todaie in 1st floor Reid.  Its a bummer really.  I’d say the biggest problem I’m going to have to overcome is the fact that i have no idea what’s going on (it’s accounting class… iea).  I mean, accounting isn’t that bad, but you’d think theie’d make it a little easier for people like me (i.e. uninterested ppl).

My latte is finished… not quite sure what to do now.  Where do i go from here?  What’s the purpose of life, without a Latte?  Here’s a question, is the word “Latte” french or Italian?  Meh who cares, i have no latte so now i’m probablie going to dy.

My fair leaders, today i bear heavy news of consternation.  IT would seem that 5uperman has died.  “What happened!?!?!” some may say.  “Kryptonite,” others may say, while a knowing look glazes over their face, coupled with a scent of nostalgia oozing from their pores (now that’s a word picture).

(btw… skip the fluff here, just skip to the second to last paragraph… it pretty much ties it all together.)

Well, strangely enough it would seem that mr. Luther has finally defeated his long-time enemy, albeit at a heavy price.  The billionaire boy finally stumbled into his way to defeat superman one day, when he was playing with some kryptonite shards (he decided to always keep two or three handy lest superman decided to ambush him).

Consequently he was juggling them when a strange feeling came over him.  It was something that (being a super villain) he had never felt before.  Something welled up deep inside his throat and “boom” he coughed (at that very moment madagascar closed its borders –very few people will get that joke–).  He was taken aback, and for that reason he forgot to pay attention to a kryptonite shard.

It plummeted down his throat before he could spell e-n-c-e-p-h-a-l-i-t-i-s, and in typical textbook (or in this case comic-book) style a look of surprise came over him, and then nothing.  He was fine… for now.

What lex didn’t know was that deep inside his bowels kryptonite was mixing with his slight case of the flu (screams of terror… Detroit burns as riots break out at the very mentioning of the word “flu”) to form a more SINISTER form of the flu… KRYPT-FLU… e.g., get this flu you’ll end up in a crypt.

Of course push came to shove, it turned into a pandemic, and the whole earth burned.  Superman returned from his annual vacation on mars to find the world in shambles, and to also find out that he can be infected by this strange strain of the flu.  Everyone in the world (except madagascar) suffered a horrible fate.

All that to say, don’t you miss when the flu was JUST the flu?  I miss those days; don’t know about you guys.  But now it seems like the regular run of the mill “Flu” isn’t bad enough, now it has to be the Swine fLu, or avian flu, or FLYing flu.  And of course if you are so unlucky to get the old flu, or even a slight cold, everyone will eyeball you and act like your the destroyer of nations or something.  Of course H1N1 is barely different than the average run of the mill flu, but people are worried about it all the same.  One thing that is enjoyable about the new flu is the people wearing the dust masks to protect themselves.  It’s great to see people so concerned about themselves they will throw into the wind all caution at the fact that they look ridiculous, and are probably barely decreasing the chances of getting the flu.

Taking note that i should have ended there, I actually heard someone say that the swine flu was created by the government to target ethnic groups.  Which actually makes a LOT of sense kk k kk kk <—(have you ever wondered what all the k’s mean when people do that?) .  I mean, it would serve a great purpose to the government… to do that (kill off ethnic groups is the topic i’m on atm).  You know what, the person who wrote that (ethnic thing) deserves to be an author on R.INk.   Whoever you are, you are the kind of person who makes my life so much more entertaining and amusing… thank you sir… thank you. ^^   <—(odd smiley that’s supposed to be cute.)

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I want a Pop-Tart. Someone please hug me.

Sushi anyone?  Or perhaps we could get more refined, and share a nice big bucket of fried chicken.  Creme de menthe cake with a nice tall glass of… liquid.  Yum.  But what really does the trick for me is special veggie pizza. With some vitamin a, b … t, h, and c.  Among other things.  That’s what it’s all about.

Well hello my wuggles, its time for some meditation.  Close your eyes.  Breathe in and out slowly and picture yourself entering a building.  Suddenly you are in a matrix like place, except instead of there being rows and rows of guns and weapons there are rows and rows of instruments.  You enter another area where you are told that if you sit and play an instrument for a while you can have a free t-shirt and a chance to win a guitar.  Open your eyes.  This place is no fantasy, it’s as real as it gets.  Where is this wonderful place you may wonder?  A little store called Music Villa in the long forgotten town of Bozeman Montana.  It is a wonderful place, and if you ever find yourself in need of a musical release, come to this little town and find Music Villa.  While you’re there, you an also go skiing, hiking, fishing, camping, kayaking, rafting, you name it.  Anyways… peace.

On Saturdays at Millar we have brunch. We wake up and go to the dining hall at 10:30 to be rejuvenated by the smell of anything from bacon, sausage, hash browns, french toast, pancakes, danishes, fresh fruit, yogurt, eggs and so on.

It is arguably the best meal of the week. However, with brunch comes a dilemma: you are often full for two or three hours, and then around 3 in the afternoon you start to get hungry. This is silly, because brunch is both breakfast and lunch, and most people take enough food to last them until supper time.

But alas. The hunger still strikes. Especially while watching movies or indulging in other forms of entertainment.

So what do I do? Suffer until supper comes around? (We’re having Korean Beef tonight.) Or should I have a snack?

Oh yeah! I have some cherry tomatoes in my fridge. Problem solved.

As this new day turns, it brings with it the winds of change.  Unfortunately, as we can see often times, change doesn’t necessarily bode something good.  In this case, today is the day that many years ago my tiny baby form popped out.  However, it would seem that today brings with it something that i am not quite so stoked about.  Judging by the stars, today is the day the ancient Aztecs predicted billions of years ago.  The stars have aligned, and today is Universal PMS day.  There is no avoiding it, although it may not be the end of the world, it definitely doesn’t bode well for us Men-folk.  It seems like the problems just keep piling up, and there is just no way of avoiding them.  Perhaps the solution for today is to spend more and more money on “our” (no ownership or sexism intended) women, but who knows?  Will that really help us mens’ pocket books?  Probably not, but it may just jump start our economy and keep the female population content.

Once upon a time there was a squirrel who carried lots of feelings. Then he met Mr. Steamroller, who had no feelings.

Things did not bode joyfully for Squirrel.

END.

It’s 2:43 a.m here in the old middlish time zone.  Of course this means very little, for we here at RINK value our late night oils, and burning them is a great privilege as it were.

Now that’s a strange expression, as it were.  It seems like that implies it isn’t anymore, so it might be more fitting to say as it is.  So i rephrase myself, burning them is a great privilege as it is.

Anyways, I’m just sitting here listening to lilly allen, and i gotta say, her music brings to mind a chorus of beautiful roses sweetly lulling the bumblebee to sleep.

Speaking of great voices, i just had the pleasure of hearing jason mraz in concert.  Now there’s an amazing dude (or at the very least his music is kickin).  A beautiful transition from “I’m Your’s” into Marley’s “Three Little Birds,” was almost sensual, accompanied of course by the smell of mary jane, floating through the air.  It was a powerful moment, that.

Of course now i’ve blazed nearly 30 minutes away, which is pretty insane, seeing as i have a good sized day ahead of me tomorrow… i’m almost tempted to go to class.  but not too tempted…

Final THought:  Good news people, ASAP we’re gonna actually have more bloggers on here, so i can say “we” instead of “I” without pangs of guilt.  I’m a pretty honest person, so it does make it a little tough to call RINK a team, or even say “we at RINK,” but don’t worry.  VERY soon it will be many people, and hopefully soon we’ll actually generate a few readers.

P.S.  I’m adding a news category, which eventually i’ll add some very factual trustable (ya right) news reports onto our beautiful site.

p.p.s (last thing i swear) … i really have nothing to say… just wanted to say that i guess.