The Randomness In My Head...

As part of a daily tradition, Mitchell and I were sharing a random conversation about the day’s events when I stumbled upon a particularly interesting topic before he went to bed. You see, I was at work (I work nights from 6 PM to 4:30 AM) and had the misfortune of being hit in the face with a rather large metal door to a sort of elevator in my place of employment. The following is the conversation surrounding this lovely little occurrence and the subsequent birth of my new catch phrase “dead rat beauty”…

M: Love you Boo! Have a good night.

C: Thanks, babycakes! It’s almost over, so it’s getting better every minute… Minus the fact that I smacked my dome piece into a metal door… Swollen eyebrows aren’t cute =(

M: I’m sorry Boo. 😞Are you ok?

C: Meh… Now I know how ugly people must feel =’(

M: Bahahaha Get some ice on it. You’ll be beautiful again soon enough. 😜

C: So gay… It’s not bad, just a little swollen… I’ll be fine by tomorrow… At least I hope. If not, I shall sneak away into the night to a remote cave where only the gnarliest of the gnarly reside… And in this cave, I shall eat live rats and wallow in the memories of my “pretty days”… ::sigh:: those seem so distant now…

M: Why wouldn’t you kill the rats first? Bahahaha

C: Because such luxuries are saved for the beautiful… Enjoy your dead rat beauty while you can… I’m living proof that such things are fleeting!

M: “Dead rat beauty” Why do I have a feeling that one’s going to stick. Haha

C: “Oh em gee, Mitchell… Most weekends I’m like really pretty, but this weekend I’m like dead rat beautiful!” Totally my new saying!

And so begins the beginning of a new phase in my life… Move over “drop dead” and make way for “dead rat beautiful”!

spiritguide:

Yusssssssssssss.

Woot! Me too! HOLLER!!!

Just throwing this out there…

Glee better win some kind of award this evening… I don’t care what it’s for, I just know they better win for something, or else… ::insert empty, but at the same time, frightening consequence here::

Welp, back to the Awards show! Hope you all are having a good one =)

That’s right, boys and girls… You heard it here first. I suffer (quite severely at the moment) from ADD. I know, I know… It’s awful, but I figure in order to remedy this ailment of mine, I must first acknowledge it.

So, to help illustrate the severity of my “disease”, I figure a quick overview of my night is in order. As some of you know, I made plans to watch some movies this evening and when I finally get ready to do just that, what do you think really happens? Not sure? Well, let me help you out.

Here’s a list of the things I’ve done this evening instead of watching movies like I had originally planned about 5 hours ago:

1. Showered
2. Checked Facebook
3. Chatted with some friends on Facebook (Granted, they were two or three friends that I haven’t seen/talked to in a while, but still… Not movie watching)
4. Checked Tumblr
5. Started movie #1 (Drag Me to Hell)
6. Checked Youtube
7. Made/ate a snack (Can’t really watch a movie when you’re hungry right? PB&J sandwiches are the perfect late night, movie watching snack just in case you weren’t aware)
8. Continued watching movie
9. Checked Tumblr again

And here is where I sit… Posting shit on this godforsaken website that has stolen any and all of my attention span. I can’t help it… When I haven’t checked my Dashboard in some time, I feel as though I “missed something REALLY good”. Yeah… Sad/pathetic, I know.

Don’t judge me…

YOU’RE JUDGING ME!

That’s it… Back to my movie… For now.

-Caleb <3

spiritguide:

stillherexsincere:

spiritguide:

Or 5.

ha, no recipes?

Well. The way my house works is, my parents go to bed and all activity must cease. So they went to bed about an hour ago. My dad is getting ready to go fly though, he got a phone call. He’s a pilot. My house is only one story, so it’s hard to do things when people are trying to sleep. Plus it’s really open and high ceilings and space. So it’s noisy.

IN SHORT, I can’t make tacos because the kitchen isn’t open right now. Plus I’m pretty sure we have no taco shells.

Ok, I have assessed the situation and have devised a plan of attack for TacoGate 2010. First, get your ninja-est clothing on and sneakily, like the ninja you are dressed as, make your way outside (making use of some hardcore parkour if need be) to a vehicle. Next, start that car and make your way to the nearest Del Taco drive-thru you can find. After you get there, order these 5+ tacos and eat them in the parking lot as if you were a bulimic girl on Intervention (binging is ok… it’s only when you start purging that you have a problem… remember that!) Once you’ve disposed of any and all evidence of your transgression, hurriedly make your way back to your residence. Park the car, sneak back into your house and no one will be the wiser!

I know, it’s BRILLIANT! I surprise even myself sometimes; however, if this plan doesn’t work for you, then I’ll have the chopper ready in 5 to deliver those tacos to you. Good luck and godspeed!

spiritguide:

setyourgoals:

spiritguide:

stillherexsincere:

(via siliconesaline)

Oh, hey, this is called life.

I still dislike the people I go to school with and I’m a sophomore in college. There’s like, a handful I even get along with.

yeah but you’re still in school so….

So..?

Weird… People not getting along with other people?! This is madness, I tell you! MADNESS!!! Truth About Life #1294: You WILL not and CANNOT get along with everyone… Sorry to burst that little bubble ;)