Don't hit all contacts
Just don't
The result isn't pretty
Not in the slightest
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
So apperantly
I created a new blog to test different stuff out. Well, it turns out that accidentally hitting "all contacts" leads to spamming everybody with mail. Whoops.
Tried to delete all of the mail, but no go. Sorry about that, whoever gets that.
Tried to delete all of the mail, but no go. Sorry about that, whoever gets that.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Mortfying Mondays: Marshmallow Edition
Well, let's start the week off with a classic, shall we? I mean, its not just any day that a certain somebody associates "Kiss" with "Smooth" in Apples to Apples. In fact, I think it actually was a Monday. Or a Tuesday. Maybe a Tuesday.
Regardless, if there's one thing Melody will probably never live down, its her fantastic choice of words in a game where everybody can see what is directly on her mind at some point or another. Good times.
Good times.
Regardless, if there's one thing Melody will probably never live down, its her fantastic choice of words in a game where everybody can see what is directly on her mind at some point or another. Good times.
Good times.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Mortifying Mondays
Future Self,
This isn't so much for me as it is for you other people that read this. Starting this week, probably updated on a bi-weekly, tri-weekly or monthly basis, we're bringing you Mortifying Mondays, which sets out with the only purpose of telling humiliating stories of my siblings when they were kids. What's that? Humiliating stories about me? Of course not. There's a line here, people. I'm not a monster.
So, who do we start with? Well, that's up to you guys. Tell me who you'd like to see humilated and I will see if I can dig up something for next time.
Until then, happy Mortifying Monday.
This isn't so much for me as it is for you other people that read this. Starting this week, probably updated on a bi-weekly, tri-weekly or monthly basis, we're bringing you Mortifying Mondays, which sets out with the only purpose of telling humiliating stories of my siblings when they were kids. What's that? Humiliating stories about me? Of course not. There's a line here, people. I'm not a monster.
So, who do we start with? Well, that's up to you guys. Tell me who you'd like to see humilated and I will see if I can dig up something for next time.
Until then, happy Mortifying Monday.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Incoming Wall of Text
Dear Future Self,
First off: Creepy horror movie ghost girl Megan
Now, back to business.
This week has been boring. And tiring. And boring. For the sake of time, this was week September 10th through September 12th, which really is only two days but no one really cares.
Anyhow, Calculus II had the first test on Monday. Boy, was that a dismal failure. For future reference, never split across a derivative between the product of two factors. That's just wrong and you knew it when you did it. Time was also kind of a factor too. You should start thinking of these ahead of time.
Not much happened at school this week either. This was the week you had to start taking the bus, mind you, so there's a strict schedule that goes into that. No breaks, no cafeteria visits, and no meeting anyone whatsoever. In and out. Not the best of things to do.
So, today is Wednesday, September 12th. You've got a computer program and two English papers due next week, and you probably shouldn't forget that. Also whatever's due for History. Online classes are really hard to keep up with this year, aren't they? Tomorrow should be the reveal of the WiiU. I'm not sure if it will succeed or fail. You'll probably know better than I would.
Oh, right, the questions from last time.
First off: Creepy horror movie ghost girl Megan
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| Had to post it after Mel and I found it the other day. Props to Mackenzie. I think. |
Now, back to business.
This week has been boring. And tiring. And boring. For the sake of time, this was week September 10th through September 12th, which really is only two days but no one really cares.
Anyhow, Calculus II had the first test on Monday. Boy, was that a dismal failure. For future reference, never split across a derivative between the product of two factors. That's just wrong and you knew it when you did it. Time was also kind of a factor too. You should start thinking of these ahead of time.
Not much happened at school this week either. This was the week you had to start taking the bus, mind you, so there's a strict schedule that goes into that. No breaks, no cafeteria visits, and no meeting anyone whatsoever. In and out. Not the best of things to do.
So, today is Wednesday, September 12th. You've got a computer program and two English papers due next week, and you probably shouldn't forget that. Also whatever's due for History. Online classes are really hard to keep up with this year, aren't they? Tomorrow should be the reveal of the WiiU. I'm not sure if it will succeed or fail. You'll probably know better than I would.
Oh, right, the questions from last time.
- Gym initiation. What goes on in there, exactly? And why is it scheduled for an ungodly 9:00 AM in the morning?
Well, the good news is that after weeks of putting it off I went to one this Monday at 4:00 PM, which wasn't so bad of a time. What was bad was how unbearingly boring it was. Imagine an old lady going around and showing you how every single machine works even though they're based on a simple leverage system. Well, don't imagine because that's exactly what it was. If you do have to ever take it again for some reason, just slip out as soon as you sign that orange slip thing. That gets you into the database which is the only reason you'd want to show up in the first place. - Calculus II. How's that treating you? Tearing you apart already?
Well, I already wrote something about that above. Suffice to say, not doing all too well at the moment. Pay more attention to homework, blah blah blah. I know what to do, but getting myself to do it is harder than it would seem. - Why do we drive on a parkway and park on top of that poor pedestrian you ran over?
The key to getting away with roadkill is hiding the body. Your car is larger than the average human body and if you position yourself right can hide it from being seen by anyone else. It is also probably conveniently placed right on top of the body anyways, so you don't have to do anything! Laziness is always an upside to this sort of thing. - I don't know about then, but right now this layout kind of sucks.
Creating a custom skin and redesigning the place might take a lot of
work, but have you at least changed the font/colors or something?
Nope.
- Has Mr. Ebersohl gotten around to grading the tests yet? I sort of was guessing a month, but I don't know if it actually would be around that time. For reference, Monday, September 12th 2012.
- Did you end up getting Hyrule Historia? Halo 4? A Wacom tablet? A box of Sprite?
- Was the week you just went through any more interesting than the one that went by just now?
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sandwiches
Dear Future Self,
If at any point you feel like getting one of the sandwiches from the John A. Logan cafe
Don't.
They suck.
If at any point you feel like getting one of the sandwiches from the John A. Logan cafe
Don't.
They suck.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
An Ode to Future Me
Dear Future Self,
While others might use this blog to check up and or perhaps stalk what's going on, you and I both know the reason we did this. One of these days, I'll wake up and be you, or you'll wake up and not be me. Either way, we're not going to be each other and thus communication will be key between us two. Unfortunately, science has not come up with a way for you to send anything back through the timestream to me, but I can send stuff forward that you can probably read several years from now. Of course, there's the other reason we made this. Future Biographer! How's it going, man? I know you're just wanting to get the scoop on how a visionary spent his younger years. Well, good sir/madam, you are in complete and total luck. I just made your job way easier. I would post the general MLA citation format to make it easier for you to cite this blog but MLA guidelines have probably changed by then so it'd be better to do it yourself. Or maybe MLA doesn't exist in the future. I really, really hope it doesn't for the sake of future English 101 students everywhere. Please take everything I say here with a very sarcastic grain of salt. You'd better take two grains just to be safe.
Anyhow, today is Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012, the year the world is supposed to end. I sincerely hope it doesn't because then I would have written this all for nothing and could have played Halo with the time put into this instead. If only time wasn't so linear, things would be great. Confusing, yes, but great.
In case you're a little on the downside when it comes to remembering things that happened around this time, you have just started your second year at John A. Logan, which is as of now nowhere as awesome as last semester because everyone's schedules are messed up and we don't dominate the cafeteria like we used to. Also, you have no breaks. 10:00 AM is Calc II with Ebersohl, 11:05 AM is Computer Science II with Rudolph, and on Mondays and Wednesdays at 12:30 PM you have English 102 with Garrison. Otherwise, you get out at about 12:00 PM. History 202 is online. Also there's gym. Don't ask me how that's turning out, because I haven't taken initiation.
So, Semi-Future-Self! That is to say, Next-Entry-Future-Self! How are you doing? You're either basically me but placed slightly farther on the linear timeline, or you're really different because I waslazy forgetful busy and didn't post for like ages. Anyhow, I have some questions for you.
Signing off,
Present Self
While others might use this blog to check up and or perhaps stalk what's going on, you and I both know the reason we did this. One of these days, I'll wake up and be you, or you'll wake up and not be me. Either way, we're not going to be each other and thus communication will be key between us two. Unfortunately, science has not come up with a way for you to send anything back through the timestream to me, but I can send stuff forward that you can probably read several years from now. Of course, there's the other reason we made this. Future Biographer! How's it going, man? I know you're just wanting to get the scoop on how a visionary spent his younger years. Well, good sir/madam, you are in complete and total luck. I just made your job way easier. I would post the general MLA citation format to make it easier for you to cite this blog but MLA guidelines have probably changed by then so it'd be better to do it yourself. Or maybe MLA doesn't exist in the future. I really, really hope it doesn't for the sake of future English 101 students everywhere. Please take everything I say here with a very sarcastic grain of salt. You'd better take two grains just to be safe.
Anyhow, today is Wednesday, August 22nd, 2012, the year the world is supposed to end. I sincerely hope it doesn't because then I would have written this all for nothing and could have played Halo with the time put into this instead. If only time wasn't so linear, things would be great. Confusing, yes, but great.
In case you're a little on the downside when it comes to remembering things that happened around this time, you have just started your second year at John A. Logan, which is as of now nowhere as awesome as last semester because everyone's schedules are messed up and we don't dominate the cafeteria like we used to. Also, you have no breaks. 10:00 AM is Calc II with Ebersohl, 11:05 AM is Computer Science II with Rudolph, and on Mondays and Wednesdays at 12:30 PM you have English 102 with Garrison. Otherwise, you get out at about 12:00 PM. History 202 is online. Also there's gym. Don't ask me how that's turning out, because I haven't taken initiation.
So, Semi-Future-Self! That is to say, Next-Entry-Future-Self! How are you doing? You're either basically me but placed slightly farther on the linear timeline, or you're really different because I was
- Gym initiation. What goes on in there, exactly? And why is it scheduled for an ungodly 9:00 AM in the morning?
- Calculus II. How's that treating you? Tearing you apart already?
- Why do we drive on a parkway and park on top of that poor pedestrian you ran over?
- I don't know about then, but right now this layout kind of sucks. Creating a custom skin and redesigning the place might take a lot of work, but have you at least changed the font/colors or something?
Signing off,
Present Self
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