Bolt Speedman

Two quick names. That's how fast this blog is going to be...

WHOOSH: Guitar Hero 5 is pretty fun. Even though they are not guitar heavy, jammin to Coldplay and Brand New is pretty sweet. Most fun song so far? "You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi.

WHAM: Saw a stand up show that the university put on tonight. Daniel Tosh from Tosh.O came and he was very entertaining. A little dark, but very entertaining.

KABLAM: Remember that show? Good times. But seriously, where have all my bloggers gone? Including myself. I need to stop putting lists and stuff. I actually do have some interesting stuff to talk about (roommate situation going to shit, my ex-girlfriend being back and how that is playing out, the fact that I might have feelings for one of my best friends) all would make for good blog posts, and I need to do it. Because in a weird way, it helps getting it off my chest to people I may not ever meet face to face. But I guess I can say that I've been busy. (Warning: I'm about to shout out my blogging circle) And that's what everyone else will say. I mean, don't get me wrong. Guys like the Tirader and Tennyson are holding it down. Faker just came back and Mr C is doing his thing like always. But I am missing the girl with the pink teacup (like everyone else), jeanette's constant posting, and I don't even remember the last time I read a post from Melissa. Add Natalie and MissH to this list, and it just seems like the world is one big stress ball recently. Here's hoping everyone is doing good. I just miss you guys.


Fin.

*Post title is in reference to a recent episode of Fantasy Factory

Random lyric of the day:

She's a pretty girl. She's always falling down.
And I think I just fell in love with her,
But she won't ever remember, remember.

And I can always find her at the bottom of a plastic cup.
Drowning in drunk sincerity.
A sad and lonely girl.

Quit crying your eyes out.
Quit crying your eyes out and, Baby come on.
Isn't there something familiar about me?
The past is only the future with the lights on.
Quit crying your eyes out, Baby.