Bejeweled Sucks.

So my girlfriend has pranked me into yet one more thing that takes over my life, (i.e. Farmville) and serves no purpose. I found this new awesome game called Bejeweled. Well, I thought it was awesome, then I realized I was worse at it than the time I thought I could be a pro tennis player... (that really happened)

So, the game makes you move little diamonds into stuff, and you have to get three or more in row. I can get three in a row most of the time. But when you factor in that that gives you close to no points, you have to go for 4's or 5's. Can I do this? Of course not.

This would be less hard, if there weren't a time limit. Unfortunately, there is a time limit, and time limits suck, because then I turn into a spaz, and lose even harder.

Worst part of this game: So I got one really good score, and wanted to show it off to her. She goes, "oh the tournament ended like, 5 minutes ago. They erased the leaderboards."

I hate this game, and my life.

Sons of Anuglytattoo

So I've been thinking about tattoos a lot recently, mostly because I've been watching too much Sons of Anarchy. Honestly I've been thinking harder about joining a biker gang, but then i realized that;

1) I couldn't even man up to ride a moped fast enough to turn

2) Don't know how to do many things that are badass, and

3) Know a biker gang.

So I decided more tattoos are the best way to feel closer to a biker gang.

Which is why I started looking at tattoo pictures. 

The problem with tattoos is that too many people that suck at getting tattoos have them. So like, people with ugly tattoos can still say they have them.

And this is where we get to the point of this post.

If you type Dumb Tattoos into google, you may find something like this. 

Enjoy.

STV CRIBS

Hey. I know I said I'd be starting this up again. 

I am.

Starting again, starting now.

View my life, via video. And Dre.

Preview of Beef Stew.

Dear world, if you are reading this, you have either come to this blog before, or have not. 

I think that is fairly safe to say.

If you have, you know what to expect(nothing)

If you have not, then this aughta change your life for the (worse) better.

If figured I'd begin with a talk about my hair. Which is getting long again. 

This scares me as much as it probably scares you. 

I don't know if you saw it before, but it was super long, and I looked dumb. 

So why in God's name would I let it grow again?

2 possibilities. Honestly, I'm not sure which one it is.

1) Everyone else in the band has short hair now, and I figure since I don't, I better let it ride

2) I realllllllly don't want to go get a haircut, since I'm out of gel anyways, and I'd look dumb.

In other news, my room is a shit-hole. I cleaned it earlier, and realized everything I cleaned, still made it look terrible. Once I get my equilibrium back from spinning around trying to make a video, I'll spin around and make another video, which hopefully has sound.

I hate that I can make videos this stupid, and still not know how/why my microphone is muted.

Some things I hope to address this season:

Dinosaurs

Vegetables

Kicking things

The Red Man

The Holes in my Walls

Falling Down

My failed Attempts at Italian

Don't worry. I have no idea why I picked those things either.

SEASON 2!!!!!

HEY GUYS!!!!!!!

Papa's back with a brand new bag of chips. 

They were barbecue. 

I ate them already. 

But I didn't eat this video.

Ireland Pt. 3: Jet Lag

HEY.

I made it back to America, unscathed and unslept.

As it turns out, the 5 or 6 hour time difference is easier on the way back. Because I went to bed at like 12, thinking I was going to sleep for like, 12 hours.

Wrong. It's 9 am.

So I guess I'll update the last few days of the trip.

We crashed a wedding. That was awesome.I'd put up a picture from it, but I slept at Isaiahs house, on his computer, because I thought I would fall asleep driving the 2 minutes back home.

I really overestimated my tiredness...

But after crashing a wedding, we went to bed and woke up, and did some stuff, then went back to our pub, and hung out, and I ended up talking to the guy playing guitar in the pub for money, and ended up getting invited to play some songs so he could take a smoke break.

So I had like, 20 drunken Irish women singing Jason Mraz with me.

Best day ever.

Unfortunatly, that thought only pertained to about twenty minutes of that day, because 2 hours after leaving the pub, (2 am) we were driving to the airport, (4 am).

That is why I felt the need to go to bed, and why I'm writing to you at 9 am. Actually, it's 10 now.

I have no idea what I did for the last hour.

ONE LAST NOTE ON SLEEPINESS:

Earliuer, when I woke up, I looked outside and saw a rabbit, so I investigated. When I got out there, the rabbit just stared at me.

So I stared back.

This literally went on for like 2 minutes. So, I looked away for literally 1 second, because I had to get some moisture back in my eyeballs, and seriously, he was gone. So I was like, oh god, am I halucinating? Because I was still not convinced I was awake.

I was seriously bugging out at this point.

Then I looked behind a bush, and the rabbit was like, what up, I'm real, and behind this bush.

FIN.

Ireland Pt. 2

Sooooooooo some crazy shite has happened since the last post.

My Aunt got locked in a castle dungeon.

This should be a joke, but it's not.

She was wandering around, and the doors had timed locks. So all of a sudden, the thing slams shut and leaves her in there.

About this time, i was being attacked by this scary crow/beast-bird thing that wanted to eat me, after trying to take a picture of it. So were searching around for her, and couldn't find her. I guess like, 20 minutes down in the dungeon, someone happened to come down, and let her out.

She got lucky. We don't even have phones, so she was totally prisoner-like.

Since then, we haven't done much interesting, but I got some b.a. pictures of Ireland.

Be ready.

It's 2:30 a.m.

Bye.