A little more school, a little less hobo

Kudos to anyone who saw the parody in the title and a Fall Out Boy track from their sophomore release "From Under The Cork Tree," which rocked/ kicked a shit ton of ass. I have yet to fully embrace (ie. listen to) their newest, "Infinity On High," but me likey so far.

I have not posted in a long time and really don't feel like writing anything now... I am le tired, you see, and having to get up at 7AM tomorrow doesn't leave room or hope for solace. My summer A&P course ended on Aug. 9th (I got an A, woo!) and besides work and ny newish girlfriend, I have not done a lot. However, I did just get back from the BWCAW...

The Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness!

It was a lot of fun. The cast of players included Bieniek, Weber, Katie + Chris Day, Liz, Jess Lage, and Fogletron. We laughed, we cried, we banged pots to scare away a bear. All in all, it was a good trip. It could have been warmer out and I could have caught more than 0 fish, but nothing quite compares to being away from cars and buildings and people who act like their job and even personal goal in life is to:

A). Get in my way

and

B). Annoy me

On the way home we stopped at the (in)famous Gordy's High-Hat restaurant and ice cream parlour. After my mushroom + swiss burger and onion rings, I sauntered over to the ice cream shoppe (notice my treny retro spelling) and got a double scoop, one each of maple nut and coconut joy.

And then it occurred to me...

One can act like a badass mofo in a lot of situations in life. Seeing as how I'm not physically imposing or otherwise intimidating, I sometimes order "hard" shots at the bar, like Jack or anything with the word "rail" in it. Sure, it can be like drinking razor blades, but the chicks dig it.. or would if they noticed me... and I bet they'd notice me if I was a tough-looking badass. Self-defeating prophecy? Maybe. Instead of lifting and earning some attention, I am cutting out the middle man and thus gain nada.

BUT! I digress, as per usual. My point is that no one, and I mean no one ever in the history of ice cream parlours/ shoppes/ stands/ mobiles, has ever looked tough whilst ordering ice cream.

What could you really say? "Give me two scoops Caramel Crunch Sensation and another scoop of Fruity Frenzy, please... BITCH!"

Honestly, ice cream is named so as to eliminate aggression. Seriously, no flavors have names like "Blunt Trauma Tuffle" or "Broken Face Swirl."

On a side side side side side side side side side note, I am entertaining the idea of doing some stand-up at an open mic night. I'd probably bomb and drinks would be expensive... but seeing someone get heckled to a literal death might be worth a $5 tap beer. Cheers!