I wonder what the longest blog ever written is. Here's a challenge to all the bloggers out there in the world: Find the longest blog ever written. It seems simple to me. Don't send me the whole thing becasue I can almost guarantee that I'm not going to read it, I'm jsut curious what it is and who wrote it. I really want to know why this person decided to sit down and write a blog so long that it's actually the longest blog ever written. I want to know if this guy or girl sat down one day and said "Alright here we go. Now I'm gonna write the longest blog anyone's ever written. I will now go someplace no man, women, or child has ever been and I will now break the blog barriers like no one else has ever done. I will not leave this seat until I have done this. Here we go!" And then 4 and a half months later they came out of their basement and gracefully said, "I'm done America. I'm done world. Now go read my extremely long rambling blog that no one cares about. Do it people. Make me famous!" And famous they became. Famous for being the most bored person to ever live. But at least they have something to show for it, a really long blog that makes no sense and that nobody cares about. So bloggers out there, go find me this person and find me this blog because I want to be a part of history. It's important to me and you know it.
Here's my next challenge: find me the longest comment anyone'es ever written on a blog. "Why would I want to know this useless information?", one may ask. Well there's a good reason. When I find this out I want to talk to the person who posted the comment and ask them what they were thinking writing the longest comment ever written. I wonder if they sat down one day and said "Today's the day hunni. It's about time someone puts this blogger in his place and I'm going to do it. And it's not going to to be some ordinary comment. It's gonna be the longest comment ever written. That's the only way to make a true statement!" Whether that's actually what happened or not, after I find out their rediculous answer I'm really curious about the person whose blog it was that was commented on becasue just for the record if anyone ever commented on my blog and it was so long that it was the longest comment ever posted and I had to read it, I'd be extremely angry. In fact, I wouldn't send that person a Christmas card. If they didn't usually get a Christmas card from me, they definetly wouldn't if they wrote something that long to me. But I really wanna know how that person felt. One day they wake up to check if anyone commented on their blog and to their surprise someone finally did. "I finally got a reader!" As they look filled with excitement at the comment they begin to realize how long it is. It's actually the longest comment ever posted and there's no way that person is going to read it. Most poeple just have no time for something like that. Thanks for ruining their day Mr."I want to be famous for posting the longest comment ever".
By the way, despite the fact that this blog post completely rambles on about nothing important at all does not qualify it as the longest ever, so don't even try it.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The Worst
Tuesdays and Thursdays are the worst. They're the worst days of the week and at this point in my life they're the worst anything at all. They don't even deserve capital letters. I wake up at 7:30 and I'm in class until 1. NON STOP. I sit and listen to people talk for that long and it gets even more boring every time. The funny part about it is that it's only the second day of these tuesday and thursday classes (no more capitals for them, I don't like them enough for that).
I think the problem is that I can't sit still and when I say I can't sit still I really mean I can't sit still, no exaggerations. I'm the guy in the back of the room that keeps moving around and tapping his legs and stretching his arms and making the desk squeak. I'm the guy who starts putting my things away 2 minutes before class is over so the second the clock hits that magical time when I can finally leave I can literally run out of class. I spend more time watching the clock and counting down the time than I actually do listening to whatever my professor is lecturing about. Sitting in little desks for an hour and 15 minutes is the most annoying thing in the world and tuesdays and thursdays bring out the worst in my restlessness. Not only do I have trouble sitting still for any long duration of time, but I'm a huge day dreamer. My mind wanders away giving me the attention span as good as a goldfish. I know some people reading this may be thinking something along the lines of "this guy must have ADD" and although I've never been diagnosed I wouldn't disagree with you.
I'll make it through the semester because the classes aren't all that bad and I've actaully been able to sit at a computer and type a little during my writing class which helps me release some energy, but I'm gonna have to figure out some way to deal with the fact that most of the time I just want to get up and run around the class room becasue sitting still for so long makes me go nuts.
I think the problem is that I can't sit still and when I say I can't sit still I really mean I can't sit still, no exaggerations. I'm the guy in the back of the room that keeps moving around and tapping his legs and stretching his arms and making the desk squeak. I'm the guy who starts putting my things away 2 minutes before class is over so the second the clock hits that magical time when I can finally leave I can literally run out of class. I spend more time watching the clock and counting down the time than I actually do listening to whatever my professor is lecturing about. Sitting in little desks for an hour and 15 minutes is the most annoying thing in the world and tuesdays and thursdays bring out the worst in my restlessness. Not only do I have trouble sitting still for any long duration of time, but I'm a huge day dreamer. My mind wanders away giving me the attention span as good as a goldfish. I know some people reading this may be thinking something along the lines of "this guy must have ADD" and although I've never been diagnosed I wouldn't disagree with you.
I'll make it through the semester because the classes aren't all that bad and I've actaully been able to sit at a computer and type a little during my writing class which helps me release some energy, but I'm gonna have to figure out some way to deal with the fact that most of the time I just want to get up and run around the class room becasue sitting still for so long makes me go nuts.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Another Season Starts
Rugby. What? Isn't that the game drunk Irish men play over there in Europe? How the hell do you play that? Isn't it sort of a mix of football and soccer? Common misconceptions. Most Americans have no idea about Rugby. In fact, neither did I until last semester. If someone asked me about rugby I would've said the same things. Ask me now. Ask me how to play, ask me how I like it, ask me about the guys I've met and the things I've done since I started playing (maybe I'll leave some of those out for another blog). If you ask me I'd probably tell you because I love talking about Rugby. I have a new found respect for the game and therefore I feel it's necessary to start the word with a capital letter. From the very first day I joined as a skeptical freshmen with no idea of the rules or what the game was like or what the hell I was in for, until right now sitting in this seat excited to tell anyone who wants to hear about MY new game that they call Rugby. So what I'm trying to say is that while growing up on Long Island, a place where kids just don't play rugby, I would always look forward to football season and then the long winter would come and Lacrosse would start and I'd be as happy as I thought I could be. A New Passion. That's what I have now. All summer I saw fields of grass and I couldn't wait to get on the pitch with those awkward looking goal posts and the dotted lines. This new passion is what gave me a great reason to come back to school. Sometimes I feel like I've started over. Out with the old and in with the new. This is certainly new to me, but I'm up for trying anything and this was a great decision. The respect people have for the game and the traditions that are carried out are great. What a game.
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