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