YO're My Inspiration!

So I have this friend named... well I dunno if she would actually want to be named on a shady blog such as this... so lets just call her my "mermaid" friend (I haven't ever seen her swim before, but I'm positive that she is amazing at it).

 Ok what was I saying?

 Oh yeah, she wanted some help on deciding what to do for a blog and online business and that made me think: "Freaking For Shizzle Dawg! I haven't posted on the blog for awhile!" (which actually happened to be the last time I spent time with my mermaid friend).

So here I am, with a headache that I have had for almost 3 days now trying to think of what needs to be published to the world, but all I can think about is if putting peppermint on my head will really make my headache go away?  I mean what makes peppermint so special that it thinks it can just take pain away?! If peps ALL THAT, why don't they sell it next to the Advil or Tylenol?  (If it is sold next to them then I will feel a little sheepish when someone tells me... but until then...!)

Oh, and what are the ladies gonna think when I try to turn my swag on and all they can think about is "does this dude wear peppermint for cologne?" "he is getting a little TOO into christmas!".

But alas, I am not looking forward to playing in a volleyball game tonight (7:15 in the I-Center) with a headache so if this peppermint stuff is really all it's cracked up to be, I invite you to come and work its magic on me before my game and I will love you forever AND give you a hug for no less than 17 seconds :)

BRIGUY

P.S.
I will repent of my slothful ways and start blogging more so you will have more things to read while wasting time.

Yo! Chocolate is gross!

So, I hate chocolate. It is putrid, dark and gross. It could be considered the devils candy... For me, I woild rather eat dirt, clean dirt though, not the dirty stuff foumd under dumpsters... Thats just sick.

However, I do have a love for Swiss Miss hot chocolate,(not the gourmet crap, thats too chocolatey) I could drink that stuff all day! I used to drink 2 large bowl sized mugs of it every morning before school! In result, I would have to urinate in between all 7 class periods (& sometimes during class too). The Lehman Bro's can testify to that.

Now before you get all riled up and start calling me names or hating me, just stop and ponder this for a moment... If I dont like chocolate, that means there is more in the world for YOU!!! I am more likely to give you chocolate whenever I acquire some! Think of it as a characteristic of benevolence and charity. I forgo eating chocolate for each and every one of You! Just ask the lucky lady who was blessed by my chocolate donation today! (although I did talk her into eating it during some fast from sweets...;)

I just wrote all this on my phone... My computer is on the other side of the room... Just thought you should know. 

And for the record, yes I like white chocolate, it is not made from cocoa beans :)

B-Unit

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True Feelings!

Ok, so I have to let my feelings be known, they are bursting out of me right now!!!

First off, my physical feelings:  OUCH!!!  We had a Rugby Game in Montana today in 5 inches of snow. That did not however stop me from smashing anybody and in result getting a little smashed up myself...  My entire left leg (foot, ankle, shin, knee, and quad muscle) is giving me crazy pain even when I'm laying still.  My right wrist is sprained or something else that causes pain and limits motion, and My chin is swollen and knees cut up.

Ok, and now for the feelings I have that actually drive me crazy: I freaking LOVE to cuddle!!!!!!  But every night I have to shut myself down because I am single/busy/won't make the first move on a girl in fear that she will take it the wrong way/ etc...  And that is really hard for a guy like me to handle!!!  It's winterish now with snow on the ground and that just intensifies my insatiable urge to snuggle up with a "good" friend (woman of course, there's no lack of love when it comes to us roomies...)

But I am feeling like that kid in that hypothetical story that was posted earlier in our blog so I need to go since I can't focus anymore.

Luv Ya!

Curly Joe

THE SHIVA!

So, I always thought that Shiva was a girl.  It's probably the consequence of playing so much Final Fantasy.  TURNS OUT I WAS WRONG...Shiva is actually a male.  Who knew?

***

I'm hungry.  I traded some of my bread for Bri's can of Chef Boyardee Ravioli.
and I'm tempted to eat it.
despite the fact that I ate two hamburgers already.

***

Where has time gone?
What have we been doing?
What have YOU been doing more importantly?

Lots of things have happened around Apartment #6!!!  But unfortunately at this time I am quite unable to think of any of them, and I quite want to go to sleep.

So really, this was just for the intent of letting you know we are in fact still alive, and have not forgotten about you.

***

Ya, so I think I'm gonna do that, despite the fact that I love you.  And want your affection.
Why won't you love me...?

~Spense Bob Square Pants

Full of "ades"

Our apartment is officially full of "ades" now!  I can't believe it!  And not only are we kinda really happy about it, But B-Renton fully approves.  But I gotta admit, Andrizzle knows nothing about it yet.. Won't this be quite the surprise for him!

(The entire next paragraph is in a hushed tone because Spease and Baby Brent are right on the other side of this wall and I don't want them to decipher my typing sounds like some form of morse code or something)
So I don't fully approve of some of the "ades" that spense has brought into our humble abode.  Half of it is freaking "lite"!!!  I mean seriously!  If ur gonna go all out and stock up on "ades" you gotta go all out!  None of the pansy "lite" stuff.  Go Big or Go Home as I always say.  But don't worry, I'm gonna go out later and remedy the situation by acquiring some pure and legit "ades" after I pick up my check.

Now for some reason I feel like some of you aren't following the same path that I have been taking with this post but all I'm gonna tell you is that there is a difference between "ades" and "aids" you crazy minded individual!

Luv Bougey-Baby

P.S. if you still can't figure things out, leave a comment and I will try to show you the light.

Marvelous Marvel!

Another I Owe U...


Luv B-Unit

Demise of the DInosaurs

I Owe U this post too...

I Owe U... an Apology Post

I Owe U.

(what did you think? I would pay it off right away?)

For All The Fellas Out There With Ladies To Impress

It's easy to do, just follow these steps:
1.) Act like a douche.
And you're done.
***
So, it has been a while hasn't it...
unfortunately it will continue to be a while because I am dead tired.  And usually when one says that they are dead tired they say it in jest with a bit of sarcasm in their voice...or a very exhausted tone.


I, however, am saying this from the grave.
LITERALLY dead tired.
***
B4 I go, I must share these three thoughts, because they have tormented my mind all day:


1.) It is officially the semester of weird relationships.  Just weird crap is going down.  People are dating who should never date.  People are breaking up who should never break up.  People are just crazy and OBVIOUSLY don't know what is best for them.  They should have asked me for advice.
I would have set them straight.


2.) Women...help me understand this, AGAIN.  Why are you drawn to douchecakes?  Why is it that they are so appealing?  I don't understand why I should make women open the door for me and they will love me for it.
(The Doctor says it has something to do with confidence.  Help a brotha out...)


3.) I.  Hate.  Elitists.  I don't care if you REALLY ARE better than someone at something.  Have some humility for cryin' out loud!  Seriously.  Why you gotta be hatin' on us who suck more than you?!


That's all.  It's time for bed.


I cannot be killed.


~Spease

Go Ask Canada How That's Working Out

So...this one time I came home from the testing center and had a hilarious story to tell, but no one was home.

I'm glad I have you faceless, emotionless, ever-present, ever-listening internet following.

***

So, some people like to notice things like lead sizes on the side of their pencils...some people don't.

I made the earth-shattering discovery today that I fall in the second category!

I was taking my second test of the day and the lead in my pencil snapped, which is a common occurrence for anyone who uses mechanical pencils and always seems to push too hard.  I clicked the pencil.

again.

and again.

Nothing seemed to happen.  There was no lead entering the chamber of my pencil.

I shook the pen.

again.

and again.

There was definitely lead in there.  I could hear it gently jingling against the eraser and whatever plastic piece was down at the other end.

This was not ok.  Why was there lead without lead?!?!

I proceeded to get very frustrated with my pencil and take the eraser out and dump the lead on the desk in front of me.  The next seemed all but too logical as I tried to cram the lead in from the front of the pencil, in reverse.  A catheter for pencils if you will.

This was not working at all, so I resorted to what any MacGyer-minded young man would do.

I finished my written portion while holding a single stick of lead and writing very lightly.

I also wrote a note afterwards explaining the situation and apologizing for the sudden change in lead intensity.

Upon leaving the testing center, still not realizing the problem at hand I threw away my pencil in disgust and returned to my apartment with smug satisfaction at my clever solution to this testing problem.  As soon as I walked in the door I grabbed my OTHER mechanical pencil and tried to shove the lead, which I saved, into it catheter-style once again.  As you have probably figured out by this point, the lead did not go in.

Turns out the lead that I had saved from previous ACTUALLY dead pencils and put into my now trashed PERFECTLY GOOD pencil was .07 lead.  These pencils needed .05.

really.

Who gets pencils with .05 lead?!  .07 is the way to go...what on earth was I thinking.

***

So, moral of the story?

If you would like a perfectly good red mechanical pencil that accepts .05 lead, it can be found in the garbage to the left of the exit from the testing center.

~McSpeasy

P.S. Peanut M&Ms are highly addicting and should be purchased with great caution.

Gettin' Crunk, Yo

Let me break it down for you old school...

DROP A BEAT

...

Word.

***

So, I don't know if you know this about me.  But I'm kinda shy.

Don't get that look of disgust on your face, I  really am.

I said kinda...

Doesn't that justify it?

BUT

that being said, I am also a hug whore.

I love hugs.

Any hug.

Big hugs.

Little hugs.

Skinny hugs.

Fat hugs.

White hugs.

Brown hugs.

Black hugs.

Pink hugs.

Dude hugs.

Chick hugs.

Parent hugs.

Sibling hugs.

hugs.

They're the best.

ANDTODAYHASBEENAGOODDAYFORHUGS.

I got like...9 hugs today.  And they were all fantastic.

So if you were one(or two) of the few who hugged me today...

I just thought you should know that your hug was appreciated.

and wonderful.

No hugs will be returned to sender when shipped Spender....er, Spenser.

~Spender

That's Just Plain Poppycock

Gather 'round now children and hear a story...
a story of intrigue
a story of passion
a story of me sleeping on the couch.
***
So...once upon a time (which is how every good story should begin(OR A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...)) every member of Apartment 6 was on a date(not together, and not even in the same state).  And I know what you're thinking...
"but don't you all go on dates all the time?  You're all so ruggedly handsome and good-looking!"
But alas, my friends, this is not so!  In fact, it is quite rare.  Meaning it has happened only once ever.  And that was last night.
Andrizzle was with his lady* friend in Utah,
B-Ring The Rain was at a concert with Mary Bo Peep,
and B-Rent Is Due and S-pencil were on a double date playing some mini golf and eating all KINDS of delicious 5 Buck Pizza.
...
Sorry, I just completely lost my train of thought while thinking about something else.  Let me re-read over what I have and get back to you in a second.
OHIREMEMBERNOW
So, after we returned to our apartment and enjoyed the flick Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World it was getting late and B-Re was feeling tired and needed to be rested for his Rugby tournament today.(Today being tomorrow, yesterday)
***
Ow, I just scratched my face and I think I tore off a freckle, zit or some other face abnormality...it hurt.
***
So we drove the girls back to their apartment.  Upon returning home I informed my comrades it would be a celestial idea to watch Invictus tonight before their big tourney tomorrow.  They agreed, but ONLY if we started it right now, because it was late and they were sleepy.
I conceded.
B-ringo Starr didn't really watch most of it, and instead went to bed, while B-Rental and myself stayed up.  It's a darn good flick, and I would suggest most if not all should watch it at some point.  I noticed that part of the way through the film I TOO was feeling rather drowsy, but did not want to give in to that monster called sleep.  Instead I insisted on forcing myself to stay awake while laying down on the couch watching the movie.
#badidea
***
I woke up this morning around 3:15 with a terrible pain in my neck and really blurry vision while looking at a massive white screen in front of me with something about Special Features and Commentary or something on it.  I was terribly confused, especially because I could have sworn I was just in some crazy laboratory doing crazy experiments blowing stuff up with my mind!!  I sat up and looked at my surroundings quickly realizing I was sitting on my couch and the screen was filled with Invictus menus.  I didn't remember getting there and the dream still seemed fresh in my mind enough to confuse me whether this was a dream or real life.**
I turned off the XBox and TV and stumbled into my room only to find Brenton(What, no nickname?  Come on!!  YOU try and come up with this many different words that start with Bre) asleep in his bed, meaning he finished the movie and proceeded to leave me asleep on the couch.  I don't know if he tried to rouse me from my slumber or if he abandoned hope for me and crawled into his own bed out of sleepiness.
Either way, I went to sleep.
And then I woke up.
And then I laid in bed for about an hour.
and then I got up and visited the bathroom.
and now I'm here.
typing this.
s
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w
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***
So, as you may guess, all my roommates are gone.
And when roomies are away, Speasy will play...
Until he has to go to work at 4.  Then he won't play.  He'll work.
BUT FOR NOW PLAYTIME!
but first breakfast.


~S-py Kids 5:
Paging Professor Plum
(btw, in case you want my review of any Spy Kids movie ever...they suck.  I assume.  I saw the first one and the thumb-thumbs gave me nightmares.)


*I kept trying to spell lady and could only seem to find lazy and laxy, not realizing that my finger was on the wrong row of the keyboard(der!) and thought that you would like to know that.
**Imagine David After Dentist and you'll get the gist of the expression on my face

"Guys Can Be D-Bags"

   So as i was hanging out with a friend today and i heard a very compelling story that pushes me to make a more thoughtful contemplative post.  The title of this article is kinda broad because while I believe that guys can be bigger dbags then girls i still believe that girls are much crazier than guys(and diabolical).  We all have our weakness. Guys tend to be more logical making them seem cold or heartless in certain situations while females are emotional and there decisions often reflect that.  Both however have different strengths that make relationships interesting and fun.  Although we are so different we mesh together so well.
      Okay now back to what inspired me to talk about this in the first place.  Today I went to some friends house to study but like so many other times we didn't get much studying done.  Our conversation covered topics like home, music, making good hot chocolate, my body, and of course the ever so popular topic of relationships.  The girls in the apartment already knew a fair bit of my relationship history so i wanted to hear theirs.  One of these girls that we will call Shaniqua told me of how she had gone almost 19 years without a first kiss, this made me feel like a man-harlot and gain a lot of respect for her at the same time.  She told me that she had dated a lot during high school but wanted to wait for someone special for her first kiss. That first kiss took place recently from a guy who had one thing on his mind; he didn't care about relationships or about really getting to know someone. He just wanted to please his carnal desires. Now i realize that we all want to please our carnal desires and kissing isn't bad its actually great! But this guy set up the date to make sure he would be able to be with her alone and get what he wanted. Selfish and sad.  I'm sure she would have preferred a more memorable first kiss after waiting so long.
     Just to clarify things a little bit more, physical affection, kissing and all that jazz is great and i thoroughly enjoy them  but do we rob them of their meaning and..specialness sometimes?(that word should be in the dictionary)
     Kind of a random thought but its been on my mind today. and this blog is turning into more of a journal for me.

  Other story of the day..... RUGBY tournament this weekend. SO PUMPED! I'll be playing wing, same as Bougey Baby.  Hopefully ill get some good playing time and crush some skulls.

Counting Sheep,
     B-Rent

  Hey i don't revise these before i post them either so , i apologize if you cant understand them..

Bingefulness... A Dangerous Reality

So here's the deal.  I tend to observe a lot of things.  I am that guy who sits in the accounting lab to work on a project but only has about 10% attention put towards his studies and has the rest of his attention towards the multiple conversations going on around me.  Maybe some people are talking about accounting or econ and complaining, but then theres the guy who randomly strays in to show off a new research model he made for finding out how many people in colder climates would buy these gloves to keep your hands warm and dry while fishing.  Or guys to the left who have to call their wives and ask permission to study longer with their buddy or the girl next to me who keeps texting and tries to look over at me or drop her phone under my feet "inconspicuously".
I am also the guy who sees every single person walking past him on the sidewalk AND those who are walking on the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

Why did i just tangent about that?  Probly to warn everyone that I know you exist and i know what you're doing.... so stop it.

But in reality, I wanted to type on some of my long time running observations about personalities, and I have come to the conclusion that we are a BINGEFUL people.  Our interests, attention and pastimes are very fluctuant.  For example: I knew a boy who didn't play many video games, but when he did... he really played them a lot (mainly Gran Turismo 2, Monster Rancher, Final Fantasy 8 etc...).  Then, when he was 16 his Father went to France to visit one of the boys sister and he was left home alone for a couple weeks.  Don't worry however, his dad told him not to eat pizza everyday while he was gone and the boy agreed (his main staple of life at that point was 2 Jacks frozen pizzas after school).  So this boy had Halo Parties (8 v 8 via system link) on the weekends until 7-9am.  And he found a new found love for a game named Gladius.  He accidentally forgot that he had school that week, and played the game the whole time (until his dad called home from France wondering why the school was looking for him).  When the father came home, the boy saw the look on his face when he saw two 6 ft stacks of Pizza Hut boxes on the back deck and he said "don't worry!  I didn't have pizza everyday!  Thats only from the weekends!  I still have all the frozen pizzas in the freezer!"

Or what about our blogging habits?  Spense and I tend to do our postings very close to the same time, we even get home from classes at similar times most days... it's like we are on the same cycle... i mean schedule.  But back to the point, we don't post consistently, it is in a bingeful manner!  Or when a new Buffalo Wild Wings opens, you go there about 2-3 times a week for a month or so and then drop off the radar.  Or at the state fair, you save up all year long and then go blow a whole paycheck on deep fried food and junk until you are almost throwing up or you feel queasy (except for me, I have no limit to the amount of Junk I can eat).

And these are only examples the scrape the surface my firends...  But due to time and space and short attention spans from readers, I will be writing a pamphlet with substantial examples from politics and religion and stuff for those like Brent (who is not raw skinned anymore) who can't accept most examples given by famous authors such as Mark Twain and myself.

The last thing you need to know is that whether a blog post or a final research paper, I write it and I am done.  I do not take the time to read over it before I turn it in.  So what you get from me is the real deal.

Love

Curly Joe

And Here is a commercial that we had to make in 3 hours for a Business class:

It's Tuesday, Tuesday Gotta Get Down on Tuesday!!

Word up my homeskillets?
Tonight, I made some scrambled eggs for myself, thus leaving skillets on the mind a tad it would seem...

Today was my first day of work at my new job, Best Buy, and I can only say two things of the experience:
-It was awesome, and
-It was tiring.

After going and making some straight cash homey I returned to my place of residence and got dressed for some serious iron-pumping good times.
LITTLE DID I KNOW THE WEIGHT ROOM CLOSES AT 11...
I mean come on, what's up with that?!
Luckily for them I was almost done with my workout anyway, or there could have been some problems if you know what I mean.  And I believe you do.

Relearning how to balance work, school and socialitic tendencies is going to be an adventure.  or perhaps an edventure...because it's educational.  Get it???
And I believe you do.

***

I am on assignment to share a conversation that may or may not have taken place yesterday (Sunday) the 2nd of October circa 10 PM, in the front room of Apt#6, with the candlestick.
(If you don't get that reference, you need to stay in more.  And perhaps play more board games)

It goes a little something like this...
*DREAM SEQUENCE*

Scarlet or Sally-sells-seaShelbees-by-the-seashore(I can't remember): So who are these girls you guys are chasing?
A handsome young man perched ever so gently on the end of the couch:  If you can imagine a herd of gazelle.  And a pack of cheetah.  We just run into the herd of gazelle knowing we're going to get SOMETHING, but not really knowing which one we're going to get specifically, until we see the slow, weak one.
*laughter follows by all*
Oh my rapier wit...

*RETURN TO REALITY*

I am so dead tired and I can't even begin to describe it.  Yet here I am, typing away.
Why you ask?
Again, solely for your amusement.
I hope you're happy.

~Speye-candy

P.S. As always, taste the rainbow.

Good 'n' Bad News

So here's the deal, we have some good and bad news for everyone who does and does not care...

The Bad News: is that when the weekend comes around we seem to falter in our posting of substantial life information that we know ALL of you crave for on a daily if not hourly basis.

The Good News: is that this proves that we are not totally worthless, and actually have lives outside of a scarcely read apartment blog!!!

What to Do?  Well, that depends.  You could try to sabotage our weekend lives by spreading unpleasant rumors to our friends and ladies we may be in pursuit of, or you could try locking us inside our apartment until we post and then threaten us to never let our posting schedule get interrupted again.  But I actually had the epiphanical idea that you could take matters into your own hands and actually comment on the posts that really strike your hearts or cause great emotions such as love or rage to occur.  That in turn might provoke us or even other random people to chime in and before you know it, you will have so much to read and so much time invested in our stupid blog that you will have altered your life's course and either love us indisputably, or hate us with a new found degree of passion for wasting your life away!!!

With love and other stuff,
Yours Truly,
Bougey Baby Buddy Boy

Dibs!!!

I call dibs on talking about dibs!  But first, I want you all to imagine a situation:

There is a boy in class who is asked a question by his Econ teacher and this is what he says: "When I have to go to the bathroom really bad, I can't think straight at all!" (questioning look from teacher...)"and if you don't catch my drift, I REALLY have to go to the bathroom right now...." (blank stare from the teacher) "and if you still aren't picking up what i'm putting down, I have no idea what you are asking me"

Ok, now back to "Dibs".  Dibs is a funny word, kinda like jibs or gibs, (which everyone knows is short for giblet, but that is a whole nother conversation itself).  Where does dibs com from?  What does it mean?  Can you did anything you want?  Can you dib anyONE you want?!?!  Lets think of a purely hypothetical situation:
You and your roomies are at a ladies apartment talking to a friend, and her other roommates walk through the door.  All of your eyes quickly scan the new found feminines and all rest on a abnormally beautiful girl on the left.  Instantly in your mind you yell "DIBS!!!!!".  And when you get out of the apartment you all yell out that you are calling dibs on her (remember, this is strictly hypothetical and would never happen in real life... at least not among men.  I don't know about those women folk though).  The group begins heated debate and the excitement rises.  But what is all this fuss about?  What the heck is "DIBS"?! Are you trying to say that you are the only one who can think about her now?  Or talk to her?  Or are you saying you are the only one who can try dating her?  (If the latter is the case, you better get to it and stop being a pansy)  But back to what I was saying, does that even work?  Can you dibs a person like that?  How would that make that girl feel?  And the answer is... I have no idea what a girl would think!  But i do know what I think!  And that is "HECK YEAH"  you can dibs me all you want!  And if you don;t say it first, fight for it!  Natural Selection I believe you call it.  Let me be the topic of your discussions!  I won't get mad!

But when I stop and think about it... I dunno if that is the best way...  Maybe I should start making some dibs guidelines.  If this overwhelming desire to have an object or maybe the front seat all to yourself really means that much to you, go ahead and dib that item or place. (then go learn about sharing you jerk!)  But if it has to do with people, I say, whoever is the least chicken and takes the first crack at it should get dibs.  Otherwise you are gonna get that one roommate who will call dibs and threaten fire and brimstone to all who dare defy them, but then they won't even talk to the person.  Now I understand as an apartment or group you might decide that blitzing is just too much for you all to handle so you might instigate a 1 day or one week (like 1 apple/mississippi 2 apple.....) and then call it a free for all and that is ok.  But all that I have been really trying to say this whole post... Is that I really gotta go to the bathroom and have NO idea what I just posted so.......

Good luck!

Bladder Filled Boy

Holding Hands in Science?

   Haha ahh science was good today, i haven't laughed/ blushed(yes blushed)/felt awkward like that in a long time. It all happened when someone who wont be named(Emily) thought it would be funny to try her best to make me blush. To give you some background today was the 5th class or so and it was only the 2nd or 3rd time that Ive ever talked to her.
   Anyways,  I thought I was gonna win the battle but sadly i lost, after having my back scratched, hand grabbed and listening to comments about what she likes to sleep in(silk), blushing was inevitable(that last comment was taken out of context).   Major props to Emily cause that made me laugh big time(and yes the first thing i did when i arrived back to apt 6 was tell my room mates).

    By The Way
            I haven't washed my hair in 7 days.
                        Ill still run it under the water and I've actually cheated and used conditioner once but apparently                      
                        the whole not washing your hair thing is good for the natural oils in it.  oooh ya




      sincerely yo boy,
                  B-Rock
   
         

You're Ruining Fudruckers For Everyone!

So...it turns out I don't know how to spell Fudruckers.  Is it one D or two?  Double D's up in this 'Rucker?  I don't know.  And WHO CARES is what you're thinking...


It has been too long, dear blog.
I would like to formally apologize for the lack of updates from all of us here in Apt.6.  That could easily be the name of a publishing company.  Video games and such.  You know how it is.  You know WHAT it is, yeah, uh-hu...


Sorry, that was a little Wiz Khalifa comin' out.


***


Right now I'm watching Community Season 2 on DVD.  It is quite fantastic.
That has nothing to do with anything.


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This blog seems to be a place for me to do some discovering, self-exploration and life-sharing with all you fine folks out there.  Let me share my latest gem:
-I MAY be slightly lactose intolerant.  At least, I can only seem to have milk if it is mixed with MANY MUCH SOLIDS.  Or if it is in the form of a solid, itself.  Like ice cream...or yogurt.  Those are both highly acceptable forms of dairy to enter into my intestines.  They are non-illegal aliens there.  They are free to come across the border anywhere and anytime they choose.  If, however, milk tries to cross the border by itself or even with only it's best friend chocolate powder, it is gunned down on sight and thrown into the river to float downstream quickly and painfully.


You may think that what you just read is TMI, but think about it, again.
Metaphors can't be TMI.  They're metaphors.  If they were metafives, then they would be too much, probably.  No one is threatened by phors.


That made me think of something...that whole downstream-floating corpse thing...I can't remember what now, so it just kinda sounds creepy.  And I apologize.


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Tonight, while everyone else in my life was at home being responsible and doing homework, I was out at volleyball TEARIN' IT UP!


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It's late.  I'm eating sunflower seeds that are supposed to taste like bacon but instead taste like pork ramen.  I should be sleepy.  Mainly because I wasn't able to fall asleep til almost 3 AM last night AKA this morning.  Instead, what am I doing?  I'm talking to you.  Wait...
No.
I'm not even talking to you.
I'm actually just typing this with the hope that MAYBE someday later you will see this.
YOU.
YOU.
That's how important you are.  I type things just for you.
...just for you...
Imagine that I said that last sentence with the same feeling of a person sneaking up behind you in the bathroom and whispering "taste the rainbow".


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Maybe I'm insomniacal.  Maybe.
But probably not.


It's beddy-bye, sleepy time.


~Spizzler
(It's like Twizzler, but not Strawberry; instead it's human flavored)


P.S. Why can't all of the words out of my mouth be as funny as the last two sentences.  I would speak pure, comedic gold.  Liquid.  Hot.  Comedy.  Gold.

TRANSGRESS THIS!!

WhoawhoaWHOA!

Let it be known to the world as a whole that we (being the inhabitants of this fine apartment) never set down rules for updating...
So I feel obligated to update anytime I want to.

So shall it be written, so shall it be done.

~Spensicle

What the freak Spease!??!?!

Ok, I just can't take this kind of treatment anymore!!!  It was MY TURN to post next Spense!!!  I have had it with all this disrespectin that's goin on!  And not only did you post out of turn... you posted MULTIPLE times!  What the freak!?  If you were sitting at your desk right now I would punch rigt through the wall and inevitably hit you in the face. (after breaking through your computer screen of course)
Oh whats that you say? You got a job at BestBuy(a Minnesota Company :) in the gaming department?  Well here's a game for ya... Stay alive long enough to get that full head of silver hair!

So thats what I was feeling like last night and this morning as Spin Master Spease transgressed on our blogging rules, but I have since decided to be merciful towards him because he says things that make me laugh sometimes... most recently (about 5 minutes) He said "my two department managers love me, they would even make love to me if I let them"  Myself: "are they girls?"  Spease: "no... one's a guy... but he still would if I let him!"
I apologize for that comment, but between you and me, with all those gray hairs, I think Speasmiester is going a little crazy...

On a totally different note however, I have been sitting in my apartment most of the day... I woke up with a sore throat (because I never get any sleep due to people, life, homework, roommates, this blog, lack of desire, being a night owl, the internet, fighting the system, always wanting to eat, wanting to drink something but knowing if I do that I will have to pee like 10 times during the next hour.. ya know, the normal stuff), had 7:45 class (which liked actually... web business) accounting, and then I did something none have us have done before...!  I cut up vegetables and of course meat, and put it in a crock pot!!! (not to be confused with a "crack pot")  I then proceeded to have some girl named carly try to tame my wild hair for a bit and I'm convinced that it will make all the ladies love me.  THATS why I needed to stay home this fine Friday... Obviously because SO many women would attach themselves to me that I need a game plan. (and because 87.4% of the girls wouldn't be able to handle me yet)

The Game plan goes like this:

1. Shower
2. Eat
3. Get Dressed (yes in this order)
4. put on The Secret
5. laugh at Brenty because he has bruised a certain part of himself
6. open the door while yelling "Hands off Harlots!!!" (because there's bound to be women all lined up outside to try and put their hands through my newly thinned curlyish hair)
7. jump off the balcony (over the piles of women who want me) onto the back of my truck before thinking about the decision
8. land on top of Cody's Subaru because I didn't think first and realized my truck was across the parking lot
9. run away before anyone notices
10. realize that I didn't have a plan for the night
11. decide to wander inconspicuously around the booming town we live in...
12. wonder to myself if the 13,000 songs I am transferring from my MacBook to my desktop are done yet
13. realize that walking is lame unless it's with a girl or while eating bacon
14. go back to my truck 
15. try not to notice the hobo sleeping on the mattress in the back
16. go to the dance party at Aspen
17. then visit the bonfire at the dunes
18. get my truck stuck again which i vowed never to do again last night
19. somehow wake up in my bed without remembering anything after getting stuck
20. And decide that this was a pretty half realistic 20 point plan

Speaking of plans!!!!!  I was watching the presidential debate last night and I swear, every time Herman Cain brings up his amazing 999 plan, delivery orders for pizza skyrocket out of control.

But I was only meaning to post  little quote on here and then actually be productive. So just remember one thing:  Last night I was inducted into the roommateship of apartment D2 of a girls apartment complex after our group date where I had lots of Bacon on a pizza boat.

Luv B-Unit

4GOT

OHANDONEMORETHING


I forgot to mention yesterday probably the GREATEST piece of information that made my day epic...

I found my first gray hairs.


Yup.  You saw it here first.  I, Spense-Deezy, have some gray hairs.


Now...you're thinking, what's the deal?  Why on earth would you be happy about that?  Shouldn't you be like...WTFHAIR?!
And the answer is no.  Because I want to be a Silver Fox.  A man with a full hear of silver hair.  I would much prefer that to being bald.  So I will gladly accept gray hair.


And THAT ladies and gentlemen,
is how the cookie crumbles.


~Spense

4 Shores

I know it's not nice to post out of order but I don't care.

Heck, this is new...so we don't even really have an order.

So...this is normal.....or something....SHHHHHHH.

Today was epic.  Let me count the ways...

1.)Arrived at class EARLY.

2.)My teachers tell me I'm AWESOME.

3.)My math teacher from LAST SEMESTER sees me on campus and tells me that I walk like a BOSS.

4.)Had INTERVIEW at Best Buy.

5.)Got HIRED at Best Buy.

6.)Went on a DATE.  Officially tying my record for last semester of ONE.

If you don't see why today was awesome, you need to get your understanding checked.

Word.

~Speaster Bunny

Dream On

Dreams are a mysterious part of life. Everyone has them. Martin Luther King had a dream. Fantine from Les Miserables dreamed a dream. Aerosmith told us to dream on. Even in the scriptures we have Lehi having a dream (or vision) in which he was told to flee Jerusalem. Some dreams are just a bunch of hogwash random stuff and other dreams are revelatory and give us direction in our lives. Last night, Specteezy had a dream which I can see will have a tremendous impact on his life and on the lives of those around him.

In his dream, he dreamed that his girlfriend (the first indicator that this was not real life) was flirting with B-Fab. Suddenly, in the greatest form of betrayal to ones compadre, B-Fab pulled down the pants of Specteezy's dream girl and slapped her on the butt. Specteezy didn't know what to do with this terrible act of disloyalty from both his hombre and his lady. Fortunately, Matthew McConaughey suddenly came in and saved the day with his dashingly good looks and his rapist whit. That guy is so dreamy in real life I can't even imagine what he was like in Specteezy's dream.

After having that enlightening dream, Specteezy now knows exactly what he needs to do.

Whensdae

BOOM!
What was that for? Well to get your attention.
BOOM!
That one was just to make sure.

 Aaaah! Exhuastion has struck.  Seriously I take naps everyday, get around 6 hours of sleep daily but by the end of the day I'm always in Zombie Mode.  Running two miles, playing ultimate frisbee, then working out for an hour and a half definitely didnt help the energy levels(of course vball and homework was in there too).
   
Arriving home from the gym I found Speaze watching "The Biggest Loser"  Watching those little chubs work is freakin tiring.  I lose my breath just sitting in front of the TV.  Some of them lose 30 even 40 pounds in a week!
                                               One Word. CRAZY.                 (emotionally stirring as well, I almost cried)

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So just to keep you updated on the chaffing, dry skin, Hurricane body wash situation. It sucks. My armpits to mid rib cage range are now covered by a very irritating red rash. It serves me right for buying 30 ounces of body wash for 2 bucks. Way to Good to be true.

                 My product review:
                           Power Stick Hurricane Body Wash = FFFFFF-
    Tomorrow I am buying getting some Dove.

Alright well I'm losing juice, Young Speaze is drinking hot chocolate with toast...  Bri is doing homework(boo, he skipped volleyball), and Last but not least Andrizzo is... ya hes just sleeping. And that's What im gonna do!

     Signing out.  /B-Rent/.

 B-Rent: "Women were hot in the old days too" Spease: "No they weren't" Fazer: "They didn't have push up bras!"

Two'sday

Oh man, so I was totally hanging out with this chick this one time...
Oh hey!  Didn't see you there...
What's up?
Oh me?  Not much...coolzies.
Today was legitimately legit.


And I know what you're thinking, but wait, Spense, isn't that a little redundant?  Do you really need all those legitimizations?
And the answer is yes.  Yes I do.


Today was a Tuesday, and we, meaning the body of Apartment 6(Minus Andrew) met some super cool people.
What are the their names you ask?  Well....aren't you just a little dickens...
I can't remember EVERYONE'S name, man!  Lay off.
Needless to say, it was pretty sweet.
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The first thing you need to know about us is that we play volleyball.
No.  Wait.
Maybe play is too light of a word.
We somewhat worship volleyball.  We play it BASICALLY every day. (5 out of 7 ain't bad, and rounding up that's BASICALLY every day.)


THAT being said...I don't know if I would go as far as to say that we are really good at it.  We're dece, don't get me wrong, but we are no volleyball samurais or anything.
Maybe some low-level volleyball ninjas, though.
Maybe.


All-in-all, we play volleyball a lot is the point I was trying to get across.
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Brenton(The Hurricane), Brian(The...Guy), and I(...me) played some Rugby today BEFORE we played volleyball just to show the world how intense we are.
But really we played it 'cause it's fun....n'stuff.
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Let me touch on The Hurricane quickly before closing shop for the evening...


B-Rent-On wanted some body wash to...wash his body...what else would he use it for?!
We were at a dollar store, so this seemed like an opportune time to purchase some!  Suave was WAY too many dollars to justify placing in a dollar store, but luckily, Hurricane was JUST the right price. (Goldilocks style y'all, fo' real)
So he's been using it...and it's been doing too good of a job.
It has not only removed all the dirt and grime from his body, it MAY also have removed the top layer of skin in some areas, or at least seriously destroyed and parts of his body that are responsible for distributing oils to moisturize his skin.
I know what you're thinking.
'These 4 dudes care about their skin?  They use words like "moisturize" and "oils" instead of just grunting and trying to cover the problem with mud?  There is something fishy here...and I don't like it.'
Well, I think maybe you're a bit too critical.
Yes, we know things above basic hygiene. (We may even wash behind our ears!...but don't check, though)
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That's my 2 dollars and 2 cents.


Word.


~Speasy


"Dude...careful...my nipples are sensitive."

Nap in Peace?

The Speasemiester was hoping he could get a nap in uninterrupted this afternoon... However, I don't think he was too upset with the outcome...

Like you've never seen us before!

This is a new blog for our apartment and those whom we interact with.  We are a handful of College Guys just Shufflin along and going with the Flow.  There probably won't be much rhyme or reason to anything that we put on here, but it's bound to be amusing and even informational non the less.
So far in this story, Brian, Spenser, Brenton and Andrew are roommates and are having an absolute blast. As we post at random times, we will probably sign with different aliases or nicknames.  But since it's late and I need to get up early I'm just gonna leave you with some of Young Speasy's last words for the night: "oh man, it smells like fart under my blanket".

Love Bougey Baby