What I'm feeling: Mullets.
I just can't get enough of them. I stare at them, can't pull my attention away from them--I'm obsessed! But just in case everyone didn't know what they were--here's a diagram.
My name is Cary.
I'm impatient and I procrastinate.
I ramble and seldom make sense.
This is my life.
I just can't get enough of them. I stare at them, can't pull my attention away from them--I'm obsessed! But just in case everyone didn't know what they were--here's a diagram.
I got a new MacBook, and I honestly have no idea what I'm doing with it. If anyone has any suggestions, programs that would be useful, or whatnot--I would be greatly appreciative.
PS--the iPhone will come in a couple weeks . . . .
I know many of my fellow students are doing some traveling and I found this--
A priest, a doctor, and an lawyer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. Lawyer: What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes! Doctor: I don't know but I've never seen such ineptitude! Priest: Hey, here comes the greenskeeper. Let's have a word with him. Priest: Hi George. Say George, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow aren't they? George: Oh yes. That's a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight while saving our club house last year. So we let them play here anytime free of charge! (silence) Priest: That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight. Doctor: Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them. Lawyer: Why can't these guys play at night?
This song, actually the entire CD has been a permanent fixture on my iPod ever since I saw this several years ago.
