Why Whiteboard Why?

After reading Mandy's latest Blog, and replying with my own OCD moments, I was reminded of one which I felt was worth posting on my own Blog instead of just leaving as a comment.

I thought of another thing that really bugs me and if I had any control over it, I would. While sitting in my Intro. to Criminal Law class yesterday my professor was using the white board. As she went to erase what she had written, she left behind dry-erase marker; this I've noticed is very common among professors.

AHHHH! This drives me NUTS! Is it so hard to just erase everything from the board?! Do you HAVE to torment me so by leaving remnants of the last thing you wrote?! I want to just get out of my seat, walk down to the front of the class, tear the dirty rag out of her hands, and erase it myself. While I'm quite certain this would not go over too well with my professor, though I might get a laugh from my classmates, I WOULD feel much better. Then I'd surely have to make a very hasty retreat from the class because it would just be awkward sitting through the rest of the lecture.

Lookin' Up

Well things MUST be looking up for me here in the month of October. Last night I got pulled over by a cop. He thought I might be drunk because my eyes appeared glazed over which I assured him they definitely were not. This is not the reason for which he pulled me over though. Apperantly if he had to red-line his Dodge Charger to catch up to me which I guess isn't a good thing . . . okay so I was speeding a little bit more than 10 over, at least that is my guesstimate but I'm not really sure. MY BAD! When all was said and done, a warning is what I would slowly and sheepishly drive away with. Oh and now my licence plate light is out. GREAT!!

Presidential Debate '08

So as far as I can tell, mind you we're only 40 minutes into it so far, all this debate is is a bunch of mud slinging and finger pointing. It's like watching a bunch of 5 year-old kids!! What this appears to be is presidential campaign adds but instead of the creepy deep voice, it's the candidates' voices. This is getting old fast!

Retards . . . everybody knows one.

Band-geek For Life

Band-geeks . . . there are more of us out there than you might realize. I just finished watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy where the character of Dr. Derek Shepard, Neurosurgeon, reveals that he used to be a scant 100 pound kid who played the sax in the marching band. This gets me to wondering if I have that much potential since I too played the sax in marching band? Alas, it is only a television show.

Nevertheless, we are many and we are proud and we live among you as ordinary people but we ARE and FOREVER will be . . . BAND-GEEKS!! So band-geeks around the world, let us stand up and unite, and show the world that we have made it . . . or just continue cowering in the corner like the forgotten losers that we were . . . that also works.

Question: How does one deal with the aftermath of having their wisdom teeth pulled?

Answer: Vicoden and Seasons 3, 4, and 5 of Scrubs. Okay so I'm not quite to the 5th season yet but it won't take me too much longer.

Somehting painful is afoot . . .

So I think today I finally reached the tipping point where being slightly annoyed and bored to being severely frustrated and going crazy!! Sorry. Let me fill you in with some back story . . .

So Saturday afternoon was the annual Sunday School picnic. Let me clarify now that I was not scheduled to attend this oh so exciting event as I had already promised my time and services to a friend in need of help moving. I got done with the move early and decided that I would make an appearance anyways.

When I got to the church I quickly became consumed in a game of basketball with Matt Preston and C.J. Marincus. You see, the problem with playing basketball at our church (and I told C.J. and Matt this before we started) is that the basketball hoop is located right next to a curb and it's really easy to land and roll ankles on this curb. Well, about thirty minutes later who do you think landed on the curb and sprained their ankle? That's right! Me!!

I am now the lucky recipient of a splint that goes up to about my knee and a pair of crutches. Below are a few pictures of the my foot. In the first you can see that my right foot is completely swollen and I now have one cankle. The second picture is pretty self-explanatory: knarley bruise!! And finally we have my splint which I must admit makes my injury look far worse than it really is. Maybe I'll play that up. ;)

Okay so if the date of my last Blog doesn't give away how long it's been since I last blogged, when I pulled up my page I had to stare at it for a few before I knew where to go to log in.

So anyways, I was tagged on this "meme" thing and while I don't really know what it means, nor am I going to tag six more people (that would just be mean to ask someone to keep a chain going) I have decided to post six useless facts about muah . . . we'll see if I can come up with that many.

1) I am addicted to music. There I said it! *CRINGE* Hey, admitting it is the first step to recovery, or so I hear. Anyway, I have upwards of 500 albums (CDs) and many more singles that I have purchased through the wonders of iTunes. I guess you could say "I Heart Music" which would still be an understatement but I can't help myself. I guess that brings me back to the beginning, I am addicted to music.

2) My car is Ghetto Fabulous!! I am the proud owner of a 1990 Toyota Corolla, four door sedan. The window cranks for the front two windows are broken off (leaving an exposed knob for each) and have been so for quite some time. Every time I by a new crank for to roll down said windows, it breaks, thus leaving back at square one with no knobs. I have managed to bypass this little hiccup by using a vise grip, which has become a permanent feature of my car. As I mentioned above, I love me some music and boy do I ever have a thumpin' sound system: iPod + portable speakers = okay so I guess that doesn't amount to much of anything. I could go on and on about my gem of a car but I thought I would just cover the finer details.

So I was able to come up with two worthless facts about myself. I guess that will have to suffice for now so tough cookies if you were sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for more 'cause there isn't. So go do something more productive already!! Have a nice day.

WOW!! I totally know how she feels.

Kobe Bryant Jumps Over Astin Martin!!

So last term was a miricle. I'm not really sure how to explain it. I was taking 18 credits and that is the most that I've ever taken before. With about three weeks left in the term I had resigned to the fact that getting B's and C's wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, after all C's are considered average and B's are above average so what's the harm in that.

One week after the term ended I anxiously awaited as the page loaded on the screen to see what my final grades would be. My best guess was that I would have three A's, one B and one C. To my shock and disbelief I had straight A's!! Even if I had aced my criminology final (this class being the thorn in my side for the term) the best I should have walked away with was a B, certainly not an A.

Needless to say I was and still am stoked that I miraculously pulled off strait A's in only my second term at SOU. Even though I statistically there is no way I should have ended up with those grades I'm not going to be the first student to actually argue that I should have received a lower grade. I suppose if I did argue that point I would be very deserving of those types of grades because I would have to be a complete idiot to do so!!

Grand Central Station Freeze

This is one of the coolest things I've seen in a long time. Enjoy!

Javaslinger: December 22, 2004 - March 18, 2008

Born of an opinionated and at many times, over caffeinated, young man known to some as the "Blogfather", Javaslinger died yesterday at the infantile age of three. After spending seven long months in a coma, Javaslinger showed a brief sign of life on March 10, 2007 but never came out of his deep sleep completely.

Javaslinger will be forever remembered for chronicling the lives of two young roommates. Though related, some might say they were a modern day Felix and Oscar as they truly did appear to be an odd couple.

Javaslinger is survived by the architect of his creation, Bryan Hinkle. When asked to comment his loss, Hinkle just mumbled something about needing more Starbucks; there is no doubt in my mind that Hinkle will mourn this loss for some time to come. Javaslinger is also survived by countless friends. Through a Photographer's Eye, Gringa en Guadalajara, Talking Through My Sax, and If the Shoe Fits were just a few of the many faithful who looked forward to what he had to say.

While Bryan Hinkle is grateful for all of the many friends and supporters of Javaslinger he has decided to have private service where Javaslinger will be removed from the Blogger community.