Whoa

I love the word "whoa." I mean, just watch the Matrix and Keanu Reeves consistently demonstrates his appreciation of "whoa." It's such a sage word. Whoa. The way it rolls off the tongue. Whoa. (Pronounced "woe")

Whoa. I worked 12 hours straight all night and got no sleep recently due to a couple of projects...and then found myself skipping class one day to collapse and sleep for an hour and a half on a sofa in the student union. I wish there was a picture of it. A squared area of four sofas were each occupied by a college student...who was passed out sleeping.

Whoa. (pronounced "woe")

Word to the Wise

Today's word of wisdom comes from a man who has been known as The Human Cartoon, the Mediocre Ogre, and other things. A man who sings and plays guitar for the band A Soup Named Stew, whose slogan is "Making you feel better about your own band." A man who developed a new genre of music known as "Humorcore."

Loti (who ripped it off from someone else) says, The thing about zombies is that you can't kill them cause THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD!! Your only hope against a zombie is to flip them off in the hope that you'll offend them so bad...they'll LEAVE THE ROOM!! [singing} 'Zombies eat brains, zombies eat brains...'

This is an inside joke.

My stint as rock n' roll. Actually this is an old picture I found of several months ago when I came in from the rain and dried my hair.

My prison photo. I mean passport photo. For those of you who didn't know, I'm going on a mission trip to South Africa for 2.5 weeks in a month. I was going to do a blog post about it, but the computer deleted it. The missions team nearly fell out laughing when they saw it..."look he looks like a Mexican just out of prison running across the border!" Not sure where the Mexican part fits in.

Honesty cometh forth. You regular blog readers will remember the shot I posted last week of just Mario. Here's the original picture.

Pray

If you would, please pray for Timothee Bateman's mother, who was involved in a severe auto-accident last night. Timothee is a good friend of mine. Thanks.

What an Adventure

Patrick and I found the way to the roof of the Life Sciences Building. I wish we'd had a camera. Beautiful view.

Muy Interesante

"Very Interesting."

In Bean News this weekend:

• I went over to Zeke's house to play Mario Bros. and, boom, the Mormons showed up. He and I invited them in and talked to them. It was my first experience chatting with Mormons. Actually a pleasant time. We had to beg to differ but showed love to them.
• I slept 15 hours Friday night (and into Saturday).
• At the Saturday night concert at Cafe Chi Alpha I had the privilege (or the obligation) to do announcements between bands. "Hello I'm Bean, I'm your host." etc.
• Before I left to go to aforementioned concert I was trying to figure out if this was my car or not, because there was a mysterious license plate on the front that I had not put there. It was indeed my car, but someone had attached a Nebraska license plate with a Kappa Alpha Theta Sorority border around it. Time to round up the usual suspects. It's a long story, folks. My friend Timothee and I tell all Theta girls we meet that we are their sorority brothers and for a while listed "Kappa Alpha Theta Room 2x2" as our residence hall on the Facebook. Well finally someone took me to task on that. I hope they don't mar my car too much, as between last night and I when I woke up for church this morning, there are now two new stickers on the rear of my car that say "Sexiest Jawline" and some other nonsense.
• After aforementioned concert, I played Perfect Dark with da boyz. I tore it up, son. It was a blast. Would have been nicer if I would have quit playing before 6 a.m., though.

Peace. And love.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is not trick photography. We had to time it perfectly, with me dropping Super Mario and Pablo aiming the camera up to catch our little superhero in flight. Mario is the man. I definitely claim him as my home-boy.

Left to right: Pablo, Me, and Jorge (my roomate). They lie.

My roomate, Jorge, is on the right, and friend, Pablo on the left. Jorge is the coolest dude ever. He's a hilarious, terrific dude.

Love & Hate

Hmm. Earlier this semester a girl did some artwork that said stuff like "Josh and Jorge [my roomate] are the biggest hotties at LSU!" and posted it on our door. Recently, I noticed someone ripped apart one of the signs. Guess they didn't agree with the sign's proposition.

But that act was arighted by the fact that apparently some girls with mega-lipstick came and kissed the remaining sign on our door. I'm assuming girls kissed the sign. I would like to believe so. Though you can never tell around here...

Well because of the possibility for disappointment, I'd rather not find out which [girls] laid hickeys on our door.

Grace

You're about to beat your head against the wall. Your paper's due tomorrow and you keep outlining a sense of what you're going to write about. You say to yourself, "Well, I'll get a decent grade on this," but you realize that while the outline you have will work, the topic is cliche, boring, and not only will lack any passion as you write it, but will probably not garner much respect from the professor grading your paper. You cry out a prayer, you look at the outline a little more, and a thought pops into your head. "Wait a second..." And you stumble upon something unique. You begin writing about it with a passion...

You have just experienced grace.

(I have just experienced grace. Divine inspiration. Thank you Jesus.)

A Heavy-hearted Feat of Staggering Randomness

So I was over studying at Timo's house. Yes, studying! Read 5 Cantos of Dante's Inferno and practiced my speech, thank you very much. While he played Donkey Kong 64.

As we left his apartment at 1 am, I saw a pole that held up the second level of the apartment complex and jokingly began to climb it, saying "Look I'm Donkey Kong." Suddenly, I was having too much fun, kept kicking my way up a pole you can fit your hand around (almost), and realized I had climbed to the second floor and launched myself over the railing. I just looked down at Timothee and we both looked at each other in astonishment. "No way." So, I looked for the stairs down and ended up doing the climb twice more, one of those times for a girl who heard us chattering and wanted to see me do it.

Sometimes I wonder about...
I just wonder. I just do.

Mr. Tot

You are Tater Tots. Go get your own!!


Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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Um, not even funny. I took this quiz to determine which character from Napoleon Dynamite I would be and apparently I'm a plate of TOTS?! I looked at the possible outcomes, and tater tots is the only inanimate object on the list. They might as well have said I am pond scum. But hey, I am tasty and delicious apparently. Especially with catsup.

A post about nothing

NOTHING

Ah, to laugh

The best thing college had done for me is to make me a happier person. Being the serious child I was growing up, I am now sure the air in our several homes was deprived of the all important compound nitrous oxide.

I find that a bit of idiosy has helped round out my character. It's wonderful to be able to come up with such brilliance as "Oh, I've met you before Becca. When I met you, you were the one wearing a beanie, except now...I'm wearing a beanie."

Life of a bean, baby.