So, folks. I'm running late to like, everything today. I woke up at 7, turned off my alarm, and went back to sleep until 7:45. I didn't even get to bathe! Damn that sucks. I grabbed the wrong hoodie on the way out, and i was FREEZING, so I bought one here. Enh. It was gonna happen sooner or later.

"A tidal wave of marshalades!"

Today is me and Connie's first year anniversary! Go us! I'm happy that we've lasted this long, and we're still going.

Anywho, I'm so tired, my feet hurt. My hand aches from lack of guitar, and something that made me nearly pee my pants laughing when I walked into the library this morning.

"The KoT: Killingyouguy!!

Weewooewweoo!"

Great stuff. Great friggin stuff. Maybe today I'll win a billion dollars from some Donald Trump wig contest of some sort. Hi Conz. Today is that day. I'm spent.

*Tim does not endorse the Donald Trump Wigaween contest. Good luck anyway.

Haldo, folkington. I started working at River's Edge last night, that was alright. Old people are so damn picky, though. In other news, IT'S FREAKING COLD. At least I'm really cold, that is. Yes, Connie did the Gilligan's Island thing before me, although I'm pretty sure ignorance is a sin. Whilst playing last night, I discovered that if I don't play it right, it actually does throw off everyone else, although I can hardly hear myself playing.

God. I wish I had my own money so I would be able to buy a computer and get a keyboard as bitchin as this one. I LOVE THESE THINGS.

I haven't written in a while, basically because the story idea sucked. Tonight's the Halloween party, let's see if I can pull off the "Napoleon Dynamite" angle. I probably will, but you never know. I REALLY WANT CHICKEN TODAY, I shoulda ate at work last night, the meal was BBQ Chicken with potatoes (boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew).

Everyone LOVES PO-TAT-OES! Except those allergic to them, or people who cannot have too much starch, so to revise my comment, MOST PEOPLE LOVE PO-TAT-OES.

Good lord, this is going to take some getting used to. In the lab, they have those keyboards where the sets of letters are separated, so each hand should remain on its own side, and it's a little disorienting, but I'm loving it. How much are these things again?

Anywho, I'm working on a new post for Neo-Siteyness, and I'm supposed to get something from Steve eventually. And now, to speak about my problems - NONE. Not anything I want you fools to learn about anyway. Dude, my WPM is seriously downgraded due to the layout of this keyboard (which I really like).

The website of the post-
A Guy Called Mike

The founding page of a Monopoly Called Mike. He also formed the now-defunct Burnout High with me. To date, only one of our collaborative comic efforts was printed. In the Judge student paper, which really isn't saying too much. Many of our projects have either crashed and burned, or assfucked on a regular basis. Rock on, reader(s).

The new version of my Iraq paper is done, and once again, it's fucking terrible.

God only knows how I got an A on my last paper. Anywho, I am tired as poopstain, because I haven't been going to sleep at normal times for the last few weeks. Damn you, insomnia.

Yay, I got mentioned on AGCM yesterday, apparently someone still reads this. I'm always good for a nugget of unneeded wisdom occasionally. I started Huzzah 2 again, just to have something to do once in a while, no big deal.

Website of the post-
Ham N Cheez

Every day or so, they post up a new HILARIOUS picture, my favorite is from a week or so ago, and it depicts President Bush firing magic from his hands. I'll post it when I get home today, because I know everyone cares about that.

Anywho, happy birthday to Kristina! You're now old!
And Con, don't be upset that you had to go to school today, mmk? This is the time of your life. It's all downhill from here! DOWNHILL
DOWN
HILL!!
Rawk on, all one of you who reads this.

God, PSU's computer lab is so retarded, I had to go to a specific computer to print out my letter and essay on Iraq, which really sucks, and I put a cool nickname for myself in to give myself points:

Tim "Pants Optional" Rinehart

Ya like, folks? Sing the praises of pants indeedy. We're playing again tonight, that's cool, maybe we'll be able to play for more than half of a song without the thing blowing out again. I need a distortion pedal. Give me money? Please?

Featured website of the post:

Jeff Goldblum is Watching You Poop!

The poorly spelled and grammatical nightmare that is this website. You can print out the flyers that started this site and post them up in public bathrooms. Soon to be hitting the bathrooms at Market-East station! Rawk on, BK Broiler.

21 days until Green Day! R0x0r!

Howdy do again, sitting here in the lab again.

• Good lord, I was not prepared for that test. There were questions I could hardly remember the answers to.
• I'm poor still.
• Bus passes suck hard donkey dick.

Also, I really can't stand people who actually write to their blog/journal/website with what they're actually feeling, or putting incriminating ideas in their journal. Doesn't anyone understand that all your friends can see it, therefore it's not that private, and it can get you in trouble?

I hate people.

Todaborday is October 1st, folks! Yay! Now I have to take an Astro test I'm not even sure I'm prepared for. I finally brought the print version of Quality Control to school today, and Angie hasn't made any major comments concerning the story. I think this means that maybe the story leaves a mark that you have to think about for a little bit.

I got a job at the nursing home..I think I start actual work (after physicals) on Thursday. Joy. I get money now for washing dishes and being sarcastic, although sarcasm isn't in my job description.

Anyone know how I can get my hair like Napoleon Dynamite's?