Movin' on Up

Well, as i hinted at yesterday, I am now on Tumblr, and i have creatively titled my new blog WWW.MARTYGOESTOCOLLEGE.TUMBLR.COM

SEE YOU THERE

There's an App for that...

Here is the #1 reason why I need an iPhone. If only they made one that could fit all my goddamn music and still leave me room to install applications like this.

In other news, this blog may be making its way to tumblr soon. Mostly so I can have more (i.e. any) blog friends. And have an easier way to view FYBD/MIF.

Ain't no sunshine...

If this were my livejournal from like freshman/sophomore year, I would probably post the lyrics to any number of Weezer songs, because its like they were written about my life, mannnnnn. Instead I'm just going to do the Ricky Bobby, stop, and pose for the frame.

Anyway. Goodbye, m'lady, and beware the Drop Bear.

"I'm too drunk to do maths" - Ytram, circa 12:30 AM 6/27/09

I had like a lot of paycheck info here and then decided that it would be better/ more secure if I just said that I was two hundred dollars short of eclipsing my total income from last summer. That may not seem so exciting, but when you consider the fact that I had two jobs last summer and I only have one this summer it certainly sounds more awesome. Especially since I have only received three of my eight paychecks.

Mo fuck.

Things are going to be alright.

What if?

well i guess he's dead. I think maybe if he hadn't, you know, spent his last years touching little children, dangling his own children out of hotel balconies (esp. hotels i've been to), and wearing surgical masks, i might actually care. But like I have his greatest hits so that's all that really matters. Michael Jackson's music > Michael Jackson.

P.s.: and it is a really delayed p.s., but it wasn't worth another post:

I'm wearing all black. I'm in mourning. I can still remember where I was when I found out.

-Guy who I am like 94% sure is gay that works down the hall from me (not that there's anything wrong with that, he just really doesn't have much personality other than flamboyancy)

Surprisingly, this is probably how I will feel when Clint Eastwood takes his final grunt and kicks the bucket. Which means I need to get my hands on some black pants/sox pronto. DAT MOTHERFUDRUCKER IS GETTIN' OLDDDD.

"We not even gunna deal with that right now"

Uh oh, I appear to have upset Babs. Last time I ever do that, let me tell you.

TO ANNIE

Oh okay, i guess that makes sense. So which weekend do you want me/possibly Joe to come. it can't be til like after the second weekend in july though.