Sunday, October 30, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Every time I think I've tried every energy enhancing scam out there, I find a new one. If anyone remembers, I ordered these energy crystals way back when for my 'buy something from an infomercial' challenge from day 236. According to my terrible math, it took 45 days for these bad boys to reach me. It was so long in fact that I had forgotten about the whole ordeal all together. But I'm not here to complain about the speed at which the As Seen on TV guy ship their crap, I'm here to complain about how crappy their crap is. My crystals finally arrived and I was totally disappointed to find out that they were not crystals at all. I realize that I would have known that these weren't the kind of crystals I had in mind if I actually read the description on the website, but that doesn't change the fact that I was bummed out. This was just a couple packets of dissolvable mix that your combine with water to make an energy drink. I was thinking that I was buying a giant crystal that granted me energy by rubbing it on my forehead and stuff, guess that was my fault. So I mixed the powder and drank the foggy looking drink and obtained literally no extra energy. I didn't feel anymore awake or responsive than I did before. Buying these stupid things were definitely a huge waste of time and a small waste of money. Damn.
So we were about fed up with the town of Lindsborg. My mom, brother and I had been there for most of the weekend and it was quickly decided that it was time to get out of there. Early that Sunday morning we packed up the car and I had the uncommon urge to drive. I don't know if it was cause I was fed up with Lindsborg or if I just simply felt like driving, but I ended up driving the entire time. All 453 miles and all 7 hours and 13 minutes (approximate). Personally, I'm proud of that, cause I usually hate driving. On road trips I dread when it's my turn to drive. This particular drive was very uneventful, but it's not like I had to fight to stay conscious or anything. I've never driven that much in a day...and I don't really plan to do it again.
|Concerned looks left and right|
|Old people and their steeds|
|Clowns n' the Military|
|This is what the scenery looked like the whole time|
I know that I had the random road trip challenge already, but that was nothing compared to this. I was chit chatting with my sister over Facebook when she told me that I should come out and visit her in Kansas this weekend. She told me that it was Hyllningsfest (I'm still not sure what it is either) and that it would be a cool experience. At first I dismissed the invitation because it was such short notice and I'd have to basically leave a couple hours earlier if I wanted to arrive at her little town in Kansas at a desirable time. But then I started thinking about what I had going on this weekend and realized that a couple days out of Thornton wasn't a bad idea. So I called up Mom and invited her on the trip, and to my surprise, she accepted with almost no hesitation. Then I called my sister back and announced that she should be expecting us at her house by about 1 o'clock in the morning. From there I broke the news to my brother via text and packed my bag before work. Once I got off the three of us met up (a couple hours later than expected) and began our journey across the dusty planes of Colorado and Kansas. After a few gas station stops and a repulsive dinner at Arby's, we finally made it to Sarah's modest town at 3 o'clock that morning. It was by far the most spontaneous trip to date but it was good to see my sister again.
|The town's biggest attraction|
Yup, I'm getting into the good karma business. I've decided to enlist the help of a friend (Dom) to help out with the logistics of the operation. He dabbles with that whole spectrum of politics and he's even worked on a charity before, so he seems qualified. As it turns out, there's a lot that goes into starting a charity. I've devoted a few hours to the project already and I still don't really know what I'm doing. I've got things like the Mission statement, articles of incorporation and the bylaws written down, but I don't know where to go from here. Thankfully, that's why I have Dom. He's informed me of some of the tax forms that I'm going to have to get my hands on before much of anything takes shape. So until then, I guess I'll focus on getting the word out.
I was feeling like I wanted to rearrange my room, but I wasn't sure how to do it. So I consulted multiple feng shui websites and videos that gave pointers on how to decorate a room the zen way. Most of what they were saying sounded like bull plop, but that didn't stop me. I wanted to improve my chi (whatever the hell that is) and it seemed like feng shui was the answer. Unfortunately, I came to the conclusion that my room is feng shui proof. It's just not meant to have positive vibes and all that jazz. My research told me that you always want the bed to be diagonal from the door, but you don't want the window of the room to be adjacent from the door. The problem is that my room is small, and my bunk bed/desk combo thing is so big that no matter where I place it, its going to conflict with the ancient Asian rules of home decor. My window is diagonal from the door and there's no advice as to where I should place my mini fridge. So I guess I'm stuck with this floor plan and bad chi.
Check out some Feng Shui tips
I never understood why anyone would ever drink decaf until I started drinking coffee. It seemed backwards to me. Cause people drink coffee to get energized and all twitchy, at least, that why I do. But after a few solid weeks of coffee drinking, I found myself craving it. The problem was, I was craving coffee at like 8:00 at night. Thus the idea for a decaf drink was born. I drove down to the ol Caribou Coffee joint and picked up one decaf cup to sip on while at the skatepark. It was a little strange drinking the coffee at first. I was about an hour away from bed but I was sipping some java. Other than that, it was all pretty normal. I drank my coffee and skated the night away, and kept the twitching to a minimum.
We had a discussion in my business class today about politics and why anybody would ever actually want to be the president. I myself, would never want to have that thankless job, and that's when I decided that I was going to run for president. My reasoning may seem like a heap of flawed logic but I assure you, it's not as dumb as it sounds. See, I want to run for president, but I don't want to be president. Plus I'm not legally allowed to be president even If I did win. I'm too young and there's probably a thousand other qualifications that I'm missing. But as far as I know (it's important that I stress the fact that I don't know much when it comes to politics), I'm allowed to run as a candidate. I've even started my own campaign. It's gonna be something like this; Kyle Garlock, He's totally unqualified, but at least he's honest about it. As far as my presidential intentions go, I think that we are in what some would call a "shit situation". The economy is in the pooper, jobs are scarce, the public is pissed, the environment is deteriorating, and everyone is getting fat. Who in their right mind would ever want this job? So spread the word, Kyle is running for president. So vote for me...but not enough for me to win, that would be terrible.
I made a giant serving of flan before I knew whether or not I liked it, or even before I knew what the hell it was. I took it out of the fridge once it was done chilling and began to poke and prod it with a fork. It had the consistency of jello, which wasn't a good sign cause I hate jello. I forced down a couple forkfuls and ultimately regretted it. I wouldn't say it's the taste of it as much as its the texture of the flan that disgusted me. Each bite was like munching on a squid that was coated with WD-40. It was all slimy and whatnot, so I decided to take the incentive and toss that crap away.
Friday, October 7, 2011
|All of Google's meditation pictures were|
too corny, so I used this cute pic of
a penguin. Enjoy.
If I had known about this when I was younger, I'd probably would have burnt down the house by now.
The video may be a bit on the cheesy side, but the guy does a good job of explaining how to make the rocket thing. So I did as he said and I built one, and I nearly lit my entire desk ablaze because I get a little trigger happy with lighters. Fortunately I came out unscathed. I live to do something idiotic another day!
Here's another project that didn't work out at all. We've all seen those tin can radios. Those soup cans that are connected by fishing wire that transmit messages to fellow soup can enthusiasts. The primitive walkie talkie took approximately 40 seconds to construct, but took well over a half hour for me to realize that it wasn't going to work. Sean and I took turns calling each other via can from opposite sides of the living room, but it was too hard to tell whether or not our messages were traveling through the line or not. So I positioned myself outside on the driveway and talked through the line that led inside the open door of the house and to Sean who was still in the living room. The background noise was blocked by the house, which was good, but my neighbors who were out playing basketball gave me a few puzzled looks, which was embarrassing. Still, I tried to communicate with the makeshift telephone but it just wasn't happening. Finally, I gave up and went back to using my normal cell phone.
I was wondering through the isles of the grocery store like I always seem to do whenever I cant think of a challenge to try when I came to a stop at the coffee grounds isle. I stood in front of a wall of coffee ground flavors. There was everything from pumpkin spice to french vanilla to some sort of chocolate flavor. It was pretty awesome, and a tad bit overwhelming as I struggled to choose just one flavor to go with. In the end, I went with the french vanilla beans. I filled my little bean bag with the flavored beans then dumped them into the store's coffee grinder just like how it was depicted in the illustration. The machine spat the grounds back into the bag and I was pleasantly surprised when I dove in for a whiff. The aroma was enticing especially compared to the smell of that crap coffee I've been drinking lately. I was pleasently surprised again at home once I sipped the fresh brew. That was some good coffee, too bad it was also some expensive coffee.
|Through BEE-ing Nice|
Thursday, October 6, 2011
|Good luck finding any piece of this puppy|