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31 March 2006

Happy Thoughts

I'm screwed.

I can't cook. I can't drive. I can't sing. I can't draw. I'm behind in school. I always wake up late. I'm plain looking. I'm skinny. Really skinny. I'm loud mouthed, opinionated, insulting, and irritating.

I'm going straight to hell. I will not pass Go, I will not collect $200.

I'm hearing my sisters tell lame jokes and talk about guys.

Tonight, I'm watching a movie with Orlando Bloom in it.

I accidently broke our digital camera. This means no new pictures for anyone.

Comment and send me some encouragement. I'll have fun deleting your comment. If you're still feeling sorry for me, drop me a line. I'll try my damnedest to ignore it.

26 March 2006

Thinking of staying up late?

It's great to stay up late. I stayed up until 5:30 a.m. last weekend, and contrary to what you may believe, I'm feeling great. There are many benefits to staying up late, such as, well...uh...exclusion from chores on the basis of being too tired to even utter a protest?

I've listed some tips below on how to best spend your time while awake during late hours of the night, and other tips on how to keep yourself awake. These are not listed in order of importance.

1. Coffee. Drink it like water (assuming you drink water a lot).

2. Books. Read anything on hand. The Bible, a newspaper, an ABC children's dictionary, etc. I would also recommend Les Miserables.

3. Watch TV. Yeah, so 99.9% of it is stupid and a slap to your intelligence (or lack thereof, if you are a regular TV viewer), but it's one of the best ways to waste time.

4. Walk your dog. If you don't own one, stroll down the street dancing and humming tunes from old musicals.

5. Play video games. If you can secure a copy of Jedi Power Battles, play it during late night hours. I've wasted so much time on that game, especially during late night hours (I still don't know why, it's not that great of a game). If you beat all ten game levels, try to beat the last 4 hidden levels. If you beat them, let me know.

6. Go online and post in your favorite forum. I'm sure quite a few people do this, as the unintelligible drivel that is found in some forums can only be the work of a tired individual who can hardly pry his or her eye open, let alone express themselves clearly.

7. I'm tired.

8. There's more tips. More. But I can't remember them.

9. Hibble. Hibble Wibble.

10. YAWN.

11. HAHAHAHAHA.

12. Food...

13. Girls hate me.

14. Blanket.

15. Pillow.

Thinking of staying up late?

It's great to stay up late. I stayed up until 5:30 a.m. last weekend, and contrary to what you may believe, I'm feeling great. There are many benefits to staying up late, such as, well...uh...exclusion from chores on the basis of being too tired to even utter a protest?

I've listed some tips below on how to best spend your time while awake during late hours of the night, and other tips on how to keep yourself awake. These are not listed in order of importance.

1. Coffee. Drink it like water (assuming you drink water a lot).

2. Books. Read anything on hand. The Bible, a newspaper, an ABC children's dictionary, etc. I would also recommend Les Miserables.

3. Watch TV. Yeah, so 99.9% of it is stupid and a slap to your intelligence (or lack thereof, if you are a regular TV viewer), but it's one of the best ways to waste time.

4. Walk your dog. If you don't own one, stroll down the street dancing and humming tunes from old musicals.

5. Play video games. If you can secure a copy of Jedi Power Battles, play it during late night hours. I've wasted so much time on that game, especially during late night hours (I still don't know why, it's not that great of a game). If you beat all ten game levels, try to beat the last 4 hidden levels. If you beat them, let me know.

6. Go online and post in your favorite forum. I'm sure quite a few people do this, as the unintelligible drivel that is found in some forums can only be the work of a tired individual who can hardly pry his or her eye open, let alone express themselves clearly.

7. I'm tired.

8. There's more tips. More. But I can't remember them.

9. Hibble. Hibble Wibble.

10. YAWN.

11. HAHAHAHAHA.

12. Food...

13. Girls hate me.

14. Blanket.

15. Pillow.

16 March 2006

Let's blow up the Blogosphere!

I've decided that we should all agree that excess blogs authored by illiterate and boring morons should be discontinued, deleted, and made to disappear completely. That way, their audience will come to me.

I still remember the days when having a blog was a novel idea. Now EVERYONE has one. One day it will be the custom to no longer just exchange e-mail addresses with new friends, but blog URLs as well.

A friend once sent me this article, saying, "Eman no offense to ur blog thing but read this". I've stopped having a "blog thing" some time ago. I used to post uninteresting happenings, and you may find one or two such posts in the future, but "blogging" about every little thing I do during the course of my day isn't rewarding to me at all. This website just keeps evolving.

I hate having to post "for the people". I write what I feel like writing at the time, whatever I damn well please, in the style I'm comfortable with. To try to create content that is popular with the majority of the world these days (adding pictures, being real funny, being "deep" and insightful, blah blah blah...) is a headache, trends are volatile.

One thing that irks me the most is people who "blog" as if they were sending an IM to someone. "yeah, so i tld my freind 'talk tothe hand', lol :D" Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I know I've written about this before, but these people really IRK me.

09 March 2006

Gabey Baby

February 23, 11:32 a.m., Joseph Gabriel Belanger is born.

But please, call him Gabriel.

Weighing 8 pounds and measuring 20 inches at birth, this little guy must be the cutest thing since Milo and Otis.

I shouldn't start bragging about him. Everyone else thinks their baby is the cutest, why should I join the ranks of the biased?

But he's pretty cute, eh?



He'd make a dope pope.

I wish I had a picture of his smile, or his face after he sneezes. But he's just too fast and unpredictable.

He's pretty quiet, and he hasn't waken me at night, except that when I carry him he usually cries for his Mommy. But he hasn't puked on any of my shirts yet, I think that means we're getting along.