I want to play a game.

So here's my idea, everyone email me a playlist of 15 songs. [ dfoley89@gmail.com ] then I will take them, mix them up and post one a week. Your job is to guess who's playlist it is.

It's a great game... JUST DO IT (>_<)

October 9th (Or 10th I'm Not Sure) Weekend

On or around the above listed dates, my parents will be in Arizona. Tell your friends, but seriously don't, because let's be honest I don't even want you assholes at my house. <3

But yeah, keep the days free, cause I would like to throw down again seeing as how I have not done so since uuuuh maybe before I went away to school. And from my understanding people had quite the fun time. Basically if you can read this, know where I live, and have a means to get there without pestering me, you're invited to come get wasted.

Love,

Dan

Novel?

I have a lot of free time lately, and I've been wondering what to do with it.

A couple thoughts came to mind, one being that I want to work on drawing out a tattoo. I have like 2 or 3 ideas, and I can't really decide on one. I also can't really draw. But still, it's something to think about doing.

But the one thing that keeps popping into my head is I sort of want to write a book for the lolz. Yeah that's really all, because I don't want anyone stealing my thoughts! Seriously though, it's like 4:40 AM and I need to stop bullshitting on the internet.

Does anyone still read these?!

First thing's first: Hannah<3

Now on to my rant.


So I have decided that as much as I love Jack, I want to throw him from a seven story building because I think that's the best way I can think of to put out the fire I will inevitably set him on.
This cat is the most irritating mother fucker on the face of the earth. He won't drink out of his water bowl, not because it's gross (I've cleaned it by hand twice, and threw it in the dishwasher once already this week), not because he needs new water because he gets that too, and not because he's switched to black coffee or anything like that. Oh no no, he does it just because it's so much easier to try and drink water from the sink I am currently using, or the cup of ice water I am trying to quench my own personal thirst with. So I have started putting ice cubes in his water... I think he's going to kill me in my sleep.

Another one of his magnificent talents is the art of meowing outside of every closed door. Now I am alone in my house right now for the week, so I mean I guess you could ask why am I closing doors? I'll tell you why, because a) I don't like my cat being a voyeur and b) I have no idea if someone is going to decide to rob my house while my junk is swinging freely about. So yes, anyway, I close these doors... but that is against Jack's new "No One is Home, so the Cat is in Charge Rules." ~MEOW ~MEOW ~MEOW. And right when I open the door, he lays there. Like he's been laying there the whole time, and he just wanted to fuck with my head. I swear it's all a plot.

The most frustrating, and alternatively the most disgusting, is the fowl things that he decides to leave me to clean up in his litter box. Now my cat is sick, he has this sickness where he only pees in the corners of the litter box, and then somehow manages to dig through the plastic on the bottom of his box, and bury his piss 4 inches into my floor instead. And you know what, sometimes... I've had days where I tried to pee and it didn't quite go exactly where I aimed it, but you know, I also was done pissing after those days. But oh no, not Jack. I just finished cleaning his litter box, and the very first thing he does is go, "Haha fuck you!" and he takes more time in that small hole than girls take to get ready for prom.

So in conclusion, FUCK YOU JACK. I love you.

Locked Doors

Locked door, I hate you.

I hate the way you are resistant to knives, to guns, to sledgehammers, to rocket-propelled grenades, to weapons that rewrite the very laws of physics, to dark unearthly magic, to punches that can knock a man’s head clean off.

I hate the way I could kick or smash you down in real life, with this puny human body of mine. But I cannot in the grand, escapist fantasy of a videogame.

I hate the way you are so often an easy shortcut for developers unable or unwilling to devise more satisfying obstacles and challenges.

I hate the way you so often lead to nowhere, how you are nothing more than decoration for a wall.

I hate the way I’m expected to give up trying to open you when I see the words “this door has been locked from the other side” or “this door opens elsewhere”, as though they’re a command from God himself.

I hate the way you always make that click-click, or clunk or uh-uh noise when I try to open you: the very sound of failure.

I hate the way your key or switch is always so far away.

I hate the way the fate of the world so often hinges upon opening you.

I hate the way the letter ‘E’ has worn off my keyboard because I’ve tried to open you so many times, in so many games.

I hate the way you’ve added hundreds, perhaps thousands of unnecessary extra hours to my lifetime of gaming.

I hate the way you’ve annoyed me so much that I’ve just written 200 words whining pathetically about you.

If you didn’t exist, locked door, videogames as we know them would be radically different.

Locked door, I hate you.

Courtesy of http://www.rockpapershotgun.com/2009/04/21/locked-door/

Mohawk

I decided that I needed to include it in my blog, since it's being shaven off in about 15 minutes or so. It was fun for like about 2 hours, but I really miss my hair :(

Shannon

Is a ghost.

I found out that she was basically flirting with like 3 different guys, why I don't really know. But you know what it's probably for the best. Now I can be myself again.