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.
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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