No Topic Tuesday

I've been itching to write in here again, but no big topic has come to mind in recent days, so I just now decided to create "No Topic Tuesday", in which I write blog posts that have no theme, point, meaning, or really any positive qualities whatsoever. Seriously I just thought of this after I opened the new post. I had a couple sentences written down which were total garbage then this brilliant sub-par idea came into my head.

What's been frustrating me lately is how people can't spell. The problem with spelling these days is that everything is digital. I haven't written on paper in months. You know what that means? When I see a misspelling, it's mostly on a computer or a phone. That means the person that wrote it didn't really write it, they typed it. You know what that means? It means that I don't know if they spelled it wrong or just typed it wrong. I do know for a fact that Bob Pompeani knows full well how to spell "Pittsburgh", but he still manages to screw it up on Twitter all the time. He recently went with "Pitrsburgh", which is unreal to me. I understand, you're a middle aged man who came up actually like using pen and pencil to write. Guess what? That doesn't give you an excuse to spell shit wrong on your twitter account, which like 6,000 people follow. LOOK AT ME I'M 50 YEARS OLD SO I DON'T HAVE TO SPELL THINGS CORRECTLY ON DIGITAL MEDIA BECAUSE I WAS TAUGHT TO READ ON PAPER AND NOT ON A COMPUTER SCREEN. Go away dude.

That was a bold faced complain paragraph, and I feel bad about it.

Holiday breaks are coming up and I just bought an iPhone 5, which means I'm dead broke and I'm gonna feel horrible about myself when I go to Yankee Candle and spend $50 on seasonally scented candles to make my room more appealing to all the girls that will never be in it. But bring on the freakin' McDonald chili sauce and nuggets, no regrets.

Kansas is playing tonight. In basketball. Which means that I'm happy about sports again. I've always said that my love for sport is rooted in the fact that sports can't leave you or disappoint you, they'll always be there and they'll always be entertaining. This last Pirates season challenged that belief to be honest, but almost two months have past since that tragedy ended and I'm starting to feel better about sports. The Pirate and the Jayhawks make me happy, you know why? Because nobody I grew up with really likes them as much as I do. Humans have this natural desire to be important and to be individualistic. We want to be defined by something that doesn't define anyone else. I'm a happy guy due to the fact that I was born with 6 toes on each foot. It's true. I have two more toes than you. My psychiatrist told me to never tell anybody that, but I'm tired of living this damn lie.

Some people take sports way too seriously. A lot of people hate LeBron James. But do a lot of people know LeBron James? No. How would you feel if somebody somewhere watched you do what you're best at and started hating you for no good reason. That doesn't seem fair, right? It's probably more fair to LeBron since he has a quadrillion dollars, but the point stands. Don't hate an athlete until you know them. Or just think whatever the hell you want, I'm not here to tell you how to live.

Fact check: I actually am here to tell you how to live. Having 12 toes is really hard guys, don't ever grow two extra toes.

I did one of those full body twitches in class the other day. You know the kind when you're so bored and disinterested in class that your body just tries to fall asleep? Except the problem is that there isn't anything to rest your head on, and you aren't a good enough sleeper to be able to do it without a headrest? So your head starts bobbing and you get that feeling of weightlessness, so everything else inside of you like has a one second spasm? The resulting occurence is you looking like a total dumbass in front of 8 other college students. That happened three times yesterday. Dammit.

Good news is that I'm a bad ass and established my credibility amongst my peers in the third week of class by making fun of the professor to his face. Which did really bad things to my grade. If you ask me if I regret that decision, I would say yes.

Anyways, I've got nothing constructive to say from here on out, which I probably could have said at the beginning of this post and it still would have held true. Peace out jagaloons.