Black Fridays

Call me crazy, but I'm going to brave the crowds tomorrow. I'm going out at maybe seven o'clock to get a few things. The only thing that may slow me down would be actually dragging my carcass out of bed at such an ungodly hour. But I will somehow manage to make myself dress and drive to the store. It will have to be quick. I can't imagine searching for what I need. Hopefully the only thing that will deter me once I'm in the store are the checkout lines. But I can be patient when I need to be.
It's gonna be a long day. Mainly because after waking up so incredibly early, I'll also have to go to work. Should be the busiest I've ever seen it. South Willow street is NOT fun at Christmas time. All those dang lights and idiotic drivers on the road. At least it's only for a few weeks. I'll survive.

Chivalry Shouldn't Be Dead

A lot of guys seem to think that chivalry is dead. I don't think so. I mean, sure a lot of guys don't really show the courtesy of an early 1900s man. And no, I'm so unrealistic that I actually expect that. But still, it would be nice to see that it's not completely dead and buried. Most of the guys that I hang out with are pretty good about opening doors and such, which is pretty cool. I do know some that are total slobs and gross and don't seem to have any manners whatsoever. It's disgusting. One thing I can't stand are people (guys and girls included) who have no sense of personal hygiene. One word. EW!!
But anyway, major sidetrack. Sometimes it would just be nice to live in the early 1900s world. So that was boring. I'll end your suffering now.

Comedians

I'm not usually a big fan of comedians, but I really like Jeff Dunham.
His new Christmas special is awesome. I love Peanut in it, and Achmed.
Comedians tend to try too hard to be funny, some are, and I know that's their job, but most of them just are really bad at it, or they're really dirty. Not to say that Jeff isn't, but he is not horribly dirty. Like I said before, I'm not good at writing about myself, so I really don't have much to say.

My First Blog

I'm not very good at writing. I'm not very good at expressing things.
I'm not very good at writing my feelings or thoughts on paper.
It's just not something I usually do.
So, I got a blog.
It makes sense doesn't it? Okay, not really, but having a blog could be fun.
It's strange. I'm so used to writing formal papers that I'm almost scared to make a mistake,
or typo, or do anything wrong grammatically or spell anything wrong.
I don't really know what else I should write or say or whichever you prefer.
I'm not one to write or talk about myself.
As time moves on, I suppose I'll get some more ideas and thoughts to put on the internet for friends and strangers to see.
But for now, I simply don't have anything else to say..or type.