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.

Ireland Pt. 1

Well hullo there.

I'm in Ireland, you may or may not have known that. I figure the title kinda gives it away. Sooooo I figured I'd update everyone on my life via this bad boy.

We flew out of chicago at like, 7 pm on sunday, and got to Ireland at like 8 in the morning. Unfortunatly for us, this was like 2 am to us. So, we had like 5 pints to wake up. Then we flew further into ireland, and I started to randomly fall asleep everytime I sat down. This continued until like, last night.

Yesterday we went to Galway, which was pretty sweet, there was some huge boat race going on, which would have been awesome if it had not attracted pick pocketers, which got my aunts wallet.

That sucked.

But other than that, the day was awesome, we were up until like 3 am playing cards and drinking.

Seriously, all the irish drinking stories are true. Me and my dad had a pint race yesterday night.

I won 6-2.

I should not be alive.

But I'm pretty sure I lost my sense of smell and taste. And my hearing is still messed up from the flight. So I'm kind of like a zombie.

Expect a new update soon.

<3 Sean

Trees are Only Fun in Lord of the Rings

Holy Cow, I'm going to Ireland in one day! I sorta have my stuff packed, I found my passport, and I have no idea what any of the other travel plans are. I know we are staying in a building, the building is in Ireland, and that Ireland has pubs. I guess thats all that really matters...

But anyways, so the last couple days were pretty eventful. I woke up super early to go to Decatur to pick up some new trees, because the trees they sold us were very dead. Like, Fievel Goes West tumbleweed in the desert kind of dead. 

Now, me and Decatur already had a bad track record. The first time I went there, it turned into a terrible fiasco, where i ended up in anderson, which is a good 2 hours away, then ended up in this sketchy nursery, that looked like something terrifying out of a video game, so I could pick up these 3 trees. 

What is the status of those 3? 2 were KIA'd by dirt and water and nutrients, which totally makes sense.... the other, is still alive, but not the kind of tree we ordered. Like, it has white blossoms and the trees were supposed to have like, red, or something. I digress.

Anyways, we drive an hour to go get these trees, and the dude goes, "nobody dug your trees out. they aren't ready." Wrong. Not OK. So my mom goes, "can you deliver them?" "Yes.        But there's a delivery charge." "I want my money back." Then I took the trees out of the car, and left them in the middle of their road. We then binge ate Taco Bell.

Dear Heller Nursery in Decatur, Indiana: 

You can die, just like your stupid dead trees.

Update on Life of Sean

So, it's been a few days, things have been a little less busy, so I find myself finding other things to do, because I'm not writing blogs to avoid doing other things. But don't be alarmed, I'll get back into the spin of things soon.

So last post, I said I had an announcement. Well, most people already know because I put it on tracebook, and anyone who reads my blog probably tracebooked my announcement already. Got another tattoo.

That's not the tattoo, thats a drawing of an eggplant, gone horribly wrong that I put on my dog. (told you I've been keeping busy)

In other news, I've done nothing for a few weeks. My life is in shambles because I've wasted most of it, and done nothing. But I think this shall soon change. 

Maybe I'll do something awesome tonight to make up for the crappy last two posts.

Like... something...

I won't give away any ideas yet...

(because I have none...)

SHAZAM

Ok, so honestly, I don't have any sweet multimedia stuff to add with this one, but I'm just kinda waiting to go somewhere. This is kind of like a secret post, because I'm only writing it to tell you that I've got something big in the mix. And it starts at 12:30 today.

Y'all finna have to wait.

Then I'll have a picture for you.

Until then, know that sometimes i send out phantom texts, 2 hours after I go to sleep, that say the same thing I sent 2 hours before, excpet typed worse. (kinda like how I just spelled except. I left it for historical purposes.)

Hibernation.

So, this idea keeps popping in my head. It's from my childhood, and I'm questioning it. 

I'm trying to imagine a bear hibernating in a cave. How many caves are there in the bearitory?(thats an attempt at a pun, mixing bears and territory, it probably wasn't funny, and just made you confused.)

But seriously, I looked up a picture of a bear hibernating, and like, it doesn't seem all that real...

I mean, the thing's eyes are open...

I don't even think this is a real cave. I'm pretty sure bears are real, and I don't know where a real bear would find a fake cave, unless it's at the zoo, in which case I doubt they allow it to hibernate, because it's supposed to entertain.

But like, what if you were walking in a forest, and all the sudden you see a bear, and the bear is just asleep. I'm picturing a Snorlax, and I don't think thats how it works, because I think a lot more people would have pictures of themselves pranking bears. Like, the bear wakes up with a bunch of permanent marker on his face. 

I want to prank a bear. Seriously.

I have no idea why I wanted to talk about this...

I am the Man

Dear Readers. I came across the best moment of my life today. I will now proceed with the story of the best moment of my life.

Rumors have been circling that I am not the big pile of man that I come across as. Well, skeptics! New proof of my man had surfaced! I have chest hair! (3 hairs) I never thought it would happen... I mean, uh... I totally knew I was gonna have some. I just didn't know it would take me until half way through 20...

Anyways, I was gonna take a picture of it, but my roommates girlfriend is visiting, and I kinda figured it would look strange if I was trying to take a picture of myself with my shirt off while she's in the room. Fortunately for you, the new sciences of today, have given us the ability to make very accurate photographs of things such as this. 

That being said, I give you:

Man.

Beat that George Clooney...

Vlog 1

Welcome to episode 1 of my Vlogs. Hopefully with time, they will be better. 

Kinda like the Star Wars movies, except opposite.

Badass

So today, I decided it was time for a new background on my computer. I had a picture of a wolf as my background for like 3 months, because i found out that was my power animal via an online test, which you should all try, because it's totally badass. 

http://www.poweranimalsunleashed.com/creek.htm

Anyways, I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted it to be badass, because that's how my desktop works. So I typed "badass" into google. It turns out "badass" means "guns and boobs" to the google community. 

So I tried my net option. 

"Awesome."

This proved to be much more fitting.

Want to know why?

Yea. I feel way better about my life now.

Why is Sean Gross?

Why does Sean need a shower you ask? He looks totally clean and normal here...

That hair has no product in it. That is what two nights of little 5 parties and a show will do for you. 

Notice the shirt. In a few weeks you will recognize it as the shirt that I played in during the show. It was much sweatier looking at the time of filming. That all dried. It's still there. 

My feet have dirt on them. Not like, grime, I mean literal dirt. 

Conclusion. I had an excellent weekend. But now I'm tired. So I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower, because I can't think of anything else that is worthwhile right now.

Jake is a Cereal Killer

This is my friend Jake.

He is scary now.  He has diabetes. And sometimes, he sneaks into my room at night, and creeps around. Sometimes, he takes food. Whatever food he takes, disappears. I'm really starting to get worried about it. I mean, my cake never did anything to anyone, but if it isn't in my fridge in the morning, I'll fear for the worst. What could a candy bar do in defense to him? 

He also has lots of needles and vials of things I can't completely understand. Who knows what kind of tests he does in his room? I mean, I can't keep track of him all the time. And he is always counting these strange numbers on this little device he has. I think it's like a daily quota for things he has to make disappear per day. Because whenever the numbers are low, he brings unsuspecting cupcakes into his room.

I've never seen one return.

I'm just so scared for them...

Random Happenings of a Sunburn

So, if there's a doctor in the house, holler at me. Because I have taken my lack of pigmentation to a whole new level. While playing baseball on Friday, I somehow managed to get a farmers tan, while not wearing a shirt.

I understand it's nearly impossible to see the tan line (burn line) but I tried my best. It was like three days ago, but I thought it would go away by now. It won't.  

In other news, I had another fun mix up with numbers. I was under the impression I had two weeks left of school. This is because I can't seem to add in groupings of more than one. Therefore, groups of 7 days are far too much for my feeble mind. AKA we have 3 weeks left. 

But seriously, I took off my shirt for like 4 hours, and I still got a farmers tan???? What is wrong with me?? My shoulders were the closest thing to the sun, so my forearms burned? Like I had a mitt on, and I have the same burn on both hands. 

My skin sucks. 

Don't hold it against me please.

Retarded? Me.

Dear Sean,

You are a technology master. After months of this blog, you just now realized that the video strip button looks like a video strip. Awesome.

Enjoy the promo I made as publicity. 

The Brook of Job

Dear Life, 

Thank you for not sucking. You had many opportunities to change that recently, but you totally pulled through, and I'm totally proud of you.

That being said, let us babble.

So today, actually in like 30 minutes, I will possibly be showing this blog to my journalism class. 

Is Sean terrified? 

Yes.

People that are way smarter than me are going to read this and be like, God, I thought he may have been an academic equal to us. 

The reality of it is, nope. I just like to babble. Like a brook. Only If I were a brook, I'd probably be sweaty, because their main purpose is to move water. Well, currently I don't feel sweaty, or even moist. That could all change if this is being showed off.

But anyways, I guess thats about all of the knowledge I can think of off the top of my head that I want to share. Hopefully soon I'll figure out how to put videos on here, because I've made like 8975835362 (more like 3) And I think this could be a good home for them. I wonder if it's that link that says "edit html..." I'd check, but that'd probably delete everything, and since this is all a train of thought, it would be lost forever. Which may or may not be a bad thing.

Seriously though, if this was my home, me and my life would not be friends anymore.

Teeth Love and Logic. Minus Love.

So today, I was thinking illogically, and stumbled over a logical thought. Maybe.

If you have nothing, it can totally be better. Why?

Because no one can take more of it. Like, you can't have negative food. 

...I think that made way more sense when I thought of it...

Nextly, easter is coming up!

It is less fun now though, because I realized, no pink rabbit is really gonna secretly carry a basket into my room while I sleep. It's even harder to have fun because I realized if I eat a bunch of candy and my teeth fall out, I don't get a prize, I get dentures.

And actually, it made me realize that even if I couldn't afford the teeth procedure, and I took out a loan, they could totally take money that I don't have, which disproves my earlier theory. 

So I just kinda ruined my whole life in the 2 minutes it took to write this.

I guess this means it's time to study.

Ciao Ciao.

That means bye, in Italian. I hope I can remember more than that on the test. It is currently 12:52. It's gonna be a long night...

Space Fame.

So last night when I was going to sleep, TBS was on, and this crazy space movie came on, I think it was called Zathura. (I just looked it up because I wanted to be right, so I guess think wasn't exactly the word I meant.) Now While it was very interesting, I had a few problems with it.

One, it should not have come on right after the Goonies, because that made it seem even worse.

Two, I'm not sure why the dirt from the yard was still connected to the house. 

I'm not gonna keep putting numbers, because it's going to be a long list. Put the kids walk out on the porch, and they're in outer space. Why do they have oxygen and gravity? Because one kid spits, and it just floats away. Why doesn't he? Also, they are in the middle of an asteroid belt, presumably on Saturn. Why aren't they getting smashed by the asteroids? Why are the asteroids smaller than their house? 

And lastly, WHY ARE THE KIDS SO DUMB???

They aren't like crying and terrified, instead, they just go on with the game. The one kid isn't even 7 yet. I would have been like, snot nosed balling my eyes out. (I'd also be dead, via lack of oxygen....)

In other news, I have a friend who makes really awesome faces behind Greg Gumbel on TV.

That was exciting for me, and I'm hoping he gets to stand behind Greg again, and hopefully do something awesome, like storm the court and dunk, or get in a fight with an NC player. 

I don't think he can dunk, so really I'm just hoping he makes a scene. Thats how you get famous, and then I'd know another famous guy. 

Brett Michaels goes Bowling

HEY

What's up erbody?

I don't have much to say right now, so I'm gonna wing it, and see where it takes us.

Yesterday, I went bowling again, for the first time in a really long time. I forgot how inconsistent I am. And it brought me back to the glory days, when we still had the bowling team. Before it got STOLEN from us. The said party knows who they are, and I see no reason to name drop here, because I'm not that guy. But he wasn't the vice-athletic director. 

Thats in the past, I'm over it. But free bowling was pretty sweet.

Let me play by play the bowling games.

So, first, I did a dual gutterball frame. It was pretty sick.

Then I got a strike. 

Then I did pretty ok and got like a 120, which won. So needless to say, I was stoked, and talking a lot of shit.

The next game.

Bad.

I got last place. With a 98. Even me thrusting my hips at the air every time the ball was about to hit pins couldn't knock them over, which is crazy, because it used to work.

But I did do a pretty sweet move, where I... wait, I better not tell, because I'm sure I'll use it again. Probably a lot...

Anyways, bowling was pretty crazy. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, kind of like watching Rock of Love.

Brett Michaels was in Poison. Everyone rags on Poison. How the hell did he get his own show?

I mean, girls think they're going to marry him. 

It's the third season. Think about that for a second.

Dale.

You can now buy a Dale Earnhart Jr. bike via infomercial.

How kickass is that?

I honestly have nothing else to say, except that dunk contests are as cool as really cold water with ice.

And that sometimes I do my extrabest at things like basketball. Even when I lose by a lot and miss all my layups.

And if you don't try your extrabest sometimes, my ankle will frown at you.

Bird.

So, i was gonna post something april foolsy, like, that I deleted the blog. But I figured that might send out the wrong message, since people are maybe beginning to pay attention. So instead, I'll tell the story of my morning.

When I woke up, a bird was in my room. I'm not really sure how that happened, so I tried to let it out the window. Then i remembered there are screens on the windows, so that wouldn't work. So I said, hey bird, perch on my hand, and I'll carry you downstairs. She said ok, so we walked downstairs. When we got there, she said, I tricked you, I'm not really a bird, I'm a sea cucumber in disguise, to lead you to the promised land. Of course, i said, that explains how you got into my room. So we got on my bike, and headed toward Mexico. Border patrol was tricky, but she talked them into letting us through. Once we got through, we headed toward the gulf, stopped for pizza along the way of course, and got to the beach. Once we got there, she said, april fools, I'm actually going to eat you. She did, and I died.

Il Mio Homework e` Cattivo.

I had an interesting experience about an hour ago. 

Italian finally caught up to me.

I'm embarrassed to know that I did this.

I did the wrong assignment because I couldn't figure out what it was.

The language got complicated, and I did a bunch of work I didn't need to do and didn't even look at anything i did need to do.

Pretty much, I'm an idiot.

In other news, I redid the layout. My plans for the evening include seeing the dude from 60 Minutes speak. That should be pretty sweet.

I hope he only speaks english...

Exponentiality

I made up a new word in honor of my efforts to bring attention to my blog. It's the title. I took a real word, and made it into a noun, because lets be honest, everyone likes a noun more than a verb. Nouns are something tangible. Like a dog. No one likes it when the dog "bites," or "poos." Those are both verbs. But when the dog has "fur," a noun, people like being around it. Therefore, the world is now a better place because of me. Again.

In other news, the exponentiality of my followers has doubled. (the two are one of my best friends and my sister.) This proves that I don't need to advertise or try at all really, people want to know what I'm talking about and thinking. (or maybe I posted a video of me telling people to check the blog with a stupid dance and sent out a mass text to check the blog.) Yea, I'm felling pretty great right now. I figured out that if the exponentiality grows as fast as a rabbit, in theory, i should have like 65,536 viewers by thursday. I did all that in my head. (combined with my fingers and a calculator) If I slept, I'd sleep soundly, but instead, i have a bunch of awesome stuff I get to do tonight. Like solve advanced mathematical problems. (more like sleep)  And collect money for the homeless. (or play xbox) Or go on a midnight run. (maybe take the elevator downstairs to get a coke) Either way, I'll find time in my busy schedule to post more enlightening stuff. Actually, lets call in enlightenment. (noun or verb, I think a better way to describe it would be dumb)

BYE.

Garageband=Garagefail

Just when you think your song is safe, BAM. WRONG. 

I made this sweet jam today, and then when i tried to listen to it, it was all fried, and battered, kinda like scrambled eggs. It honestly may have made it better, but I'm not for sure. Honestly, it was just a bunch of sounds put together. Now its a bunch of sounds put less together. You probably couldn't even tell what it was meant to be, even if it hadn't gotten beat up.

The end.

gah.

Spring Hiatus is Over

Hey, I just noticed i have a follower! Uh, sorry for the whole, 2 month thing where i didn't write. 

-I'm back-

So lets talk about what I've been up to, starting with yesterday.

I woke up, and played soccer for my italian class. Did we win? I'll get to that later.

After the soccer game, I sat in my room all day, and watched 30 Rock. It was literally 6 hours. I took a nap, and then I got chinese. It was maybe the best day of my entire life.

Also, we lost 6-2. But the ref said i was really good at goalie. Which was crazy to me, considering we lost by 4 goals.

Today I woke up. 

When I went downstairs, I passed a girl on the stairs, and thought to myself, "oh god, don't touch me, I don't want nerds-disease." Then i thought about my life. It was then that I realized, I may have worthless-disease. I probably did less than her the whole day yesterday than she did before breakfast. But I guess if thats where my life is right now, i don't even mind. I have a follower on my blog.

In conclusion, I noticed that you could totally remove the plates on the elevator buttons if you had a child set of handcuff keys.

Stay cool, and don't eat too many eggs, or you'll get cancer.

Hangover+CompLit= Literary Gold.

I don't know what was going on in my head today, but at 11:00 a.m., about 20 minutes after I woke up, I went to go talk about a shitty draft I wrote with my literature teacher. 

As it turns out, I may be able to think deeply after all. Because i came up with a completely new paper with things so deep and mystical, I'm not even sure i completely understand them. In fact, I'm almost sure I have no idea what I was saying. Word on the street was it was going to be an excellent paper. Unfortunately, I don't actually remember at all what i even came up with. Fortunately, it's all written down on a piece of paper. I've never been so proud of myself in my life. Other than like, 3 other times, none of which I will be talking about right now.

Moral of the story: everyone has an inner Jim Morrison, you just have to unleash him.

Ouch. I survived.

So. My last post was me pre-posting for my birthday. Well this post is about my post-birthday. 

I'm old.

And Somehow I am also alive.

12:30 is not very far into your birthday. Thats how long I made it.

I've been told I said some pretty dumb stuff.

Unfortunately I can't remember anything at all.

It's hard to apologize for things you don't fully understand.

Anyways, the only thing a birthday really brings you is a higher alcohol tolerance, and the ability to not have to put "I'm almost" before the age you turn. Oh, and cards from your grandparents.

Honestly, I have nothing else to add on the topic.

Except this.

My parties will be better than yours.

Always.

Fin.

Part Two of the Disclaimer: Reflection Pool

So I have this tendency to post two of these on the same day and then forget for the next 4. I'll make it a trend. But maybe just for now. Anyways, I was sitting here, and thinking about how I'm not a teenager anymore in like 5 days. Thats pretty badass. Especially because I have no right in the world to be considered an adult. I don't act like one ever, I like to do dumb things, and quite frankly, I'm an idiot. So the fact that I'm gonna be grouped with people who run the world, makes me feel kind of guilty. Like, I'm really taking away from their image. The scarier part out of this whole ordeal is that in 370 days I'm gonna be 21. What do I do after that? There is nothing at all to look forward to for the rest of my life after the first few weeks of that. For the last 20 years, I've been trying to get into bars. But I already got to drink at a few, so it seems like the waiting for 21 thing is kind of tainted. So soon all I have left is marriage, kids and death. Honestly, i don't know how stoked I am about any of those. Oh! Nevermind! I forgot about my AARP card! Then I can mooch off everyone for a discounted price! I can't wait to be old. Then I can make really brash comments and no one can yell at me for it. And if they do, I'll pretend I fell asleep or couldn't hear them. Which is basically what I do now. I'm sure I'll find something else to make life awesome soon. Hopefully it's not meth.

Disclaimer

I'm going to keep this short. If you out party an 80's band by a good 4 hours, you are going to have a horrible next two days. Take that into account the next time you try.

Bug.

So today, a great catastrophe came upon my room.

A bug was seen on our pizza boxes. All 33 had to be disposed of. Mostly because I spazzed out. I mean, they are less than a foot from my pillow. The estimated height was around 5'10. I don't know how to do the inch/foot abbreviations. It's irrelevant anyways. The only relevant information is that I lost my reading light stand and gained about 20 square feet of airspace. 

And mostly... that I lost a friend.

Radiohead + History Class Walk Home = This.

So, I got into some deep thought today on the walk home from history discussion. It went a little bit like this: If everyone walks on the right side of the sidewalk, doesn't that leave the majority of americans vulnerable from other side-walkers to their weak side? Considering most people are right handed, if someone tried to jump them while crossing paths, their left hand would be the only thing holding them back. I feel like this should be a bigger concern. I think in big cities, things like that happen all the time. Skeptics may bring up the idea that your right hand will be there to catch you when you are falling from the punch to the face you couldn't defend. Personally, I'd rather not be the one getting punched.

In other news, I got a drunken haircut. It turned out nicely. The Eric Foreman haircut won't be catching up with me for a while.

Numero Uno

Welcome, welcome to the first blog Sean has ever done. Except once in like 4th grade, but thats lost I hope. Ummm, there isn't much here at the current moment, and because I woke up less than 30 minutes ago, my head is a tad too clear for this. But it will fill full of nonsense soon enough, and when that happens, anyone reading this will be enlightened. In theory. Or they will just think I'm retarded. 

See now thats the problem with society nowadays. Everyone thinks everyone else is retarded. I mean, while I'm typing this I'm thinking of some people I would put in the retarded category, and it's like 8/9ths of the people I know. The other 1/9th of the people I know is myself. I figure your mind should be a very large portion of the people you know. I mean, you hang out with yourself more than anyone. Unless you're in one of those awkward relationships where the person won't leave you alone.

Moral of the story: Everyone needs space. So when you need space, check back here, and maybe this will help. Or maybe the person will hate me so much, they'll leave the room. It's happened in person, so hopefully it works in text as well.

Deuces.

Sean