Everyone is all excited about Justin Beiber, but the kid is getting older and his appeal is dropping. Not me. I never get old. Most people spend their lives searching for the fountain of youth, while i'm trying to give it away. Do you know what it's like to howl at every full moon, hoping you will turn into a wearwolf so you can have a beard by age 30? Most people say you have to relate to your audience well, tough! Are there any 5 year olds out there? Ill show you how to be a t-rex. I remember gym class we had to change to get a good grade. All the guys had hair under their arms except me. I used to change with my arms down. Then they would spray themselves with a can of axe deodorant. I didn't because I couldn't sweat. I remember the only way I could get a girl to give me her phone number was if I told her I needed a baby sitter. Seriously, i'm the only guy at the bar who uses his library card as a form of id. The looks I get when I order a drink are outstanding. I ordered a jack and coke and got a souvenir sippy cup. The movies were a big thing in high school. I remember I was so excited when I turned 17 because I could finally see an R rated movie. My friends were so jealous, because I was the only one who paid kids price.

asDadas

hahaha

What exactly is humor? It's different for everybody, so what makes a person funny? Is it their ability to relate their own personal experiences to those of others? Is it a skewed viewpoint? Is it making simple connections to abstract ideas? If someone manages to find humor in a situation, what determines exactly how funny it is? The listeners mood? The speakers tone? How about their genuine discourse? Are they ecstatic or disgruntled? Why am I asking you all of these questions? Because I am seeking answers. Maybe in asking those questions I was inadvertently answering to call for resolution of my own concerns. I could never play a professional sport because every time I try to play with a chip on my shoulder, it falls off.

Old friends

There's always those people who you will never leave you. The people who you don't think about all the time, but when you do, you feel guilty for neglecting to do so. I have a friend who I used to be incredibly close with, and we have regrettably drifted apart. Somehow, we have managed to maintain the same level of friendship when we are around each other (though rare). I did not plan to write about this subject, but I suddenly felt compelled to do so. If you ever read this (person), know that I can't predict the future....just kidding, yes I can.

Love,
Hootenanny

"blog, blog, blog"

Why do they call it blogging? Is it because no one really cares what you're talking about? If you went up to a person on the street and began explaining your thoughts openly to them, they wouldn't care. Introduce a medium where they cannot attach face to name, and suddenly there's interest...though probably not much. Blogs are just online diaries. Remember when your little sister would get mad when you tried to read her diary? Well those days are over. Now everyone can read it. The more comfortable people become on these blogs, the more information they choose to share. They don't even think about who may be reading. I guess blog really is a fitting title for this particular past time. You can't call it blabbing because that sounds unappealing. In the physical world, when you talk too much about yourself all people can hear is "blah, blah, blah." So on the internet that must translate to "blog, blog, blog."