Buddy List Compression Day

I just condensed my buddy list on AIM. I have cut the fat people. If I haven't talked to you in the past 2 months, you have been put on the no-no list. This means you go into a group of shame wherein I choose not to see your name/screen name. I may at some point stoop to the second tier of IM users for some downgraded conversation. I must confess, it is a breath of fresh air not having to look at all those annoying people's away messages and names. Before, there were 72 friends, and 77 BW friends, now the numbers are down to 31 and 29. For sake of those who I don't really want to talk to, I have collapsed the groups so identities will remain anonymous. Did you make the cut? I guess you'll have to IM me and find out. Maybe I'll reply.

I will never shoot the artillery...

I'm a little black rain cloud...or someone who just got hit by an artillery strike. Either way I'm sky high. Rock on. Also, the second picture is a perfect example of what happens when you have a connection problem, AKA, when you are at the Baldwin-Wallace College: Home of the World's most pitiful connection to the internet.

Dinner with the Folks

Hey all. The activity tonight was a visit to the grandparents house in Bay Village. We had our late Christmas celebration, which I got to celebrate with my Grandparents, Uncle Ross and Aunt Becky, the four cousins, Heather David Doug and Duncan, Paul and finally my parents. You know when you’re starting to get older, because the kids you remember being infants are now forming intelligent sentences. It’s like, Whoa, where did that come from? You just said, “Joey look at the intricate interweaving in my scarf”, and you’re 11. Don’t grow up too fast kids. Makes me happy that I’m a kid at heart, playing games and enjoying my stages of life as they come. Jim was missed tonight, was the first Christmas at Grampa Clarke’s we’ve had without him. But at least he’s warm. Prolly gonna hang out with the lady Sarabeth tonight, because it’s how I roll. She’s my sweetie. Enough mush for the masses, I’m out.

Medic to the Rescue

So usually in battlefield 2, shock paddles are the Medic's tool for reviving teammates. But not today. More funny battlefield moments, as they arrive.

All in a day's work

Today I woke up from a rousing 4 hours of sleep to leave for work. Giddiap. I am now on the ride home from work with my chauffer/father driving at exactly the speed limit. Berea is a funny place to be yall. This is a pretty random blog I just realized. It is probably due to the sever amount of sleep depravation I have suffered. Killing was fun yesterday. Perhaps I will play a game of monopoly tonight, we shall see how it unfolds. It is the last night for the Ziggaman, (AKA Wes) to be here in Medina before the return to the place of study. We’ve just arrived at the house. I’m gonna publish this on Wifi and sign off. Gotta go. Peace yall.