is the blogger dead?

andy in a time of need i turn to your expertise as a source of revival. go go body massage; what the heck right.

Break out the fireworks!

Come tomorrow I'll be on my way back home. In the morning call from roadside telephone.... You are all welcome to line the highways and await my arrival with toilet paper finish lines, but if your love for me has waxed cold over the past four months, your attendance at the anual Hillcrest Unplugged tomorrow night would be sufficient. It starts at 7 pm and my kid sis in charge so I'll be representin'. Three cheers for going back to Highschool events! We might sip cool beverages afterwards.

contrary to popular belief

well lady and gentlemen, in rebutle to matts argument about me not being able to live with out scooty and drexton, i boldly proclaim the following: As i have shown in the image i am like the t-rex i was born to hunt. Those i have chosen to surround myself with have shaped me into the person that i am. but none the less i am a preditor and am able to hunt alone. I am sure the t-rex would love to be around other "t-rex" type of people.
scott, does infact have a girl friend and drexton as well, i sometimes say i have things to do and in all reallity have nothing. jason cramer as well has someone he cares for, i am happy for them all. i may have less adventures then ever. and watch alot more scrubs and sienfeld as a resolt but i am content... for now

Matt is gay

thats really all i had to say

Poopscript is Gay

So, i just noticed that there has been a slump in activity and i think it's due to Poopscript liking boys, so i thought i'd spice it up a little.  Don't worry Andy, no wieners.  Instead, i'm going to start writing a about everything that i've heard that's going on that nobody wants to say because it might cause contention or feelings to be hurt.

#1 - Mark and Alison had a small confrontation over phone calls and both refuse to take fault for it.  They've both told me conflicting stories about what actually happened and since Alison is a girl, i'm probably not going to believe her, but since mark is my brother, i probably won't believe him either.  Both, i think, are being idiots.  Sorry guy and gal.

#2 - Scott Fuller may or may not have a girlfriend.  If he does, this is terrible for habbs, because if scoot leaves him, he might have no one left except for Drexton, who also has a girlfriend.  Mark, you don't count because you're moving to Moscow where you will probably find new friends since you're living the dorms which i think is a bad move.

#3 - Drexton, stop being a turd and start being a friend.  Hang out with people.

#4 - When i was in kindergarten, i couldn't say my "r's" so i took speech therapy.

hack the sack

my friends the other night i threw down the most intense game of sack i've had for quite some time at a place dare i say may compare to the dwards. Where? the DI parking lot . the lighting, the atmosphere, the space and the choco taco recently consumed all seemed to mesh together in the perfect session. that little hack of a sack bobbled almost flawlessly in the dimming night's sky... it indeed was what it was, and i officially declare this season of hack open.

Name Baby Ward

Being that it's a boy, and thus an heir to the poop dawg fortune, we all need to pitch in and help Zach name his baby. What'll it be fellas?

Congratulations Mr. Erickson

Ford, I just wanted to take a moment and congratulate you on a flash-mob well done.

For those who have yet to see it, go to: http://youtube.com/watch?v=B1eHNkgsiak

P.S.- Wiggle your ears? Eh?... Anybody? Coolest General Conference moment ever.

project x

in the wee hours of the night about a week ago while visit friends at utah state, at long last project x finally returned. as could be expected many laughs and adventures were to be had but 1 encounter in particular i had never before experienced. after running past a girl on a cell phone i ran around a building to return to my place of seclusion. while running i spotted 2 mans and was inturn spotted but i failed to pay much attention. about to conceal myself again in the shadows i looked back and to my surprise these two mans had taken pursuit... hot pursuit as in sprinting. to make a long story short it was quite the chase. jumping fences and cars, hiding in shadows and at one point barreling full sprint into one of my pursuers i finally excaped and hid myself in a tree. foolish to hide in a tree? ... i know but i was tired. campus police were everywhere but eventually the madness cooled down and project x turned in for the night. it was awsome... i just thought you should know.

Hate

Hate by matthew irving

I hate so many things in life.
This causes me such grief and strife.
My list is long and overrun.
By evening I shall not be done,
Or ‘finished’ is what I should say.
And now I shall be on my way.

I hate the things that make me sick
And also insects like the tick.
Philosophy will make me snap.
‘I think therefore I am,” bull crap.
Wet carpet can be quite irksome
And hobos, the spider, not the bum.

I hate the sandal known as Crocs.
I would rather wear wooden blocks.
A messy room makes me irate
And people who are always late.
Butternut squash, tomatoes and corn,
Impatient jerks who honk the horn.

I hate more things than what I’ve said,
But this last one moves in my head.
I think about it day and night,
And in my dreams I gnash and bite.
In class I cannot pay attention.
Do you want to know this thing I mention?

The rolling backpack tops the list.
Lazy, slothful, get the gist?
You don’t, you say, why I have more.
Lethargic, sluggish to the core.
If Satan had to use a pack,
He’d pick the one not for your back.

Just speaking of this awful invention
Causes me such great contention.
The urge is here to punch and swing
At rolling backpacks or anything.
I’m flustered now I hope you know.
Thats it, I’m done, I have to go.

Once upon a time, the Jack-attack and I went to the Krishna Temple....

along with 6,000 other people.

We purchased bags of florescent powder... as did the other 6,000 people

Upon lighting the bonfire to burn the paegan demon... we plastered eachother with the powder... as did the 6,000 other people.

We recreated until our powder was gone... as did 6,000 other people

Then we partied... with 6,000 other people

the end