Timeless

Well this post will be short.

What's your favorite band's least known but yet their best song? For me it belongs to Thousand Foot Krutch and the original "Set it Off" cd. The song is called "Small Town". It's about a young woman and her struggles in the small town. Very good.

Comments welcome . . . . just as long as they aren't spam. Oh yeah, no Spam allowed. Sucks to you Spammers!!!

Dan

Here's a link to the lyrics: Here

Cheese

Extra-Sharp Cheddar, Colby, Mozerella, Parmesan . . . . Those are a few of my favorite cheeses. To me, nothing beats a good extra-sharp piece of cheddar. Well, I thought I'd fill you (my loyal readers) in on what's going on in ol' Dangeresque's life.

School has started (for proof please click here). IPC is going well. I do appreciate having an early morning class because it keeps me responsible and what not. Today we were assigned our groups for the work of that nature. I'm a Jack. That's what our group is called or something; 2 other girls and myself make up the Jacks.
Music class is equally as much fun. Today we learned all the notes and what-not. It's fun for the time being. I mean who doesn't want a class where some homework is going home and listening to music??? Seriously, that may be the best idea ever. Other than the class that assigns homework like "Go home and play 7 hours of Halo or Madden and drink many a Coke." I mean seriously, I may have to become a professor just so I can assign stuff like that.

Well, I am over-joyed to say Kelly and I are speaking again. I like her; she likes me and it's that sort of . . . . happy feeling people get. Granted she does have her issues, but I have mine. Like, I don't like to comb my hair, she does. I wear shorts year-round she hardly wears them. I have blonde hair (with hopes soon to be black) and she has brown hair. I think the bigest problem we differ on is she wears a size 8 shoe, and I wear a size 12 1/2. So otherwise, I am happy today. Well, I don't really know what to say other than, "Drink Coke and Play Again!"

Danger-desk Dan

Oh yes, I also made it so that if you want to comment you must confirm the word in the box. Sorry Amber, No spam here.

Mrs. Williamson, translate this in Microsoft word: I would like for you to meet Kelly. It's a private matter.

First Day

Well since people want to know how the first day went. I can tell you now that it has come and gone. I will start off by saying that this semester should be a breeze (assuming I put forth any effort). I have the class about getting to know yourself and learning how to communicate with others. That's Interpersonal Communications; it will be refered to as IPC from this point on. I also have America's Popular Music. I am pretty happy with that. None of that crappy British stuff (The Beatles, Deep Purple, Rolling Stones Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath). Just 100% american funk! The only class I haven't had yet in the History Department for 1st Semester is Vietnam War . . . Oh wait, I do have that on Tuesday nights. So now I will have no choice soon to take non-history classes (insert teary smily here).

Onto a new topic! Yesterday in IPC, there was this larger girl who was wearing rather low-riding jeans. Well when she was standing up you could "Dawn" as one person put it. But when she sat down it turned into "High noon". What in the world makes people wear clothes way too small for them? It's rather disgusting to see it. I chuckled as the fellow next to me stated, "She must be patrolling for a guy with low standards." I don't know if it's true or not, but it was a good laugh. I needed one.

Well to sum up the day, it went well. Fun was had. I went to work with my brother last night. Then he needed a Designated Driver for last night. I went and sat in a bar and drank Pepsi with Lime Juice added. It was rather disgusting to see the bar-fly's. I was even hit on by one lady who was . . . . shall we say . . . . 3 sheets to the wind. I told my brother he will never get to go again! Too much debauchery. Now, I must go do homework. I need 10 "I Am" sentences. Anyone want to help me? They're due tomorrow.

Richard Milhouse Nixon

61 in '05

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P.S. I believe I'm the only person to never be spammed. Amber must not like my blog that much to send me spam.

And finally,

Finally, I decided I would post on something. In the last few days Kelly and I have supposed to have hung out once or twice. Sp she tells me to call her; I call her at that specific time and on the specified date. She doesn't answer. She doesn't call back. So today, we were supposed to hang and talk. I had some things I had to get off my chest. But she cancelled instead. My heart aches from the cencellation. My mind races and yet I miss talking to her. We've only hung out once and yet; I miss her.

If that's not enough; tomorrow the Clairs are moving. Today, Randy had a "send-off" of sorts for them. For those who were on stage and looking at the sound booth. I was shedding a few tears. I will miss them peeps tons. What a hectic day. I can only find solice in limited places; why must change come?

Am I a fool in love? No way!! Too young.

This week

This week is a very difficult one for me. I have to say good-bye to 2 very dear friends. Amber Shain is leaving for Austin. But like I've been telling her the once or twice I've actually said it, "Ya know, HCC will have openings 2nd semester." I don't actually anticipate seeing her there. She wouldn't be following God's direction. The other friend is the one I've spent every Monday night with since like 3 years ago. Softball. THis is our best finish ever. We got 3rd! We lost to HCC Rainbow Coalition. . . . that's not right . . . Rainbow Saints. Thankfully, this time we didn't want to fight the pitcher. Although, when Grimace went into the fence he laughed loudly. I thought about going and ramming his face into a fence to see if he would laugh then. But what would that solve??

Anyway, I am going to ask a question to my loyal readers; and I want a decent answer. Tonight, Kelly and I had our first "date". My brother set us up. That is to say, he pushed me toward her and her toward me. Well when we were at the bonfire, he texted her and said he wants to date her. . . . WHAT IS THAT? WE had a good time tonight that text aside. She is a rather cool person. She wants to hang out again sometime soon. So let's hope it goes well. I asked her to come to church with me. I would like to see her come to know Christ before anything else happens. Well I gotta get to bed now. . . . I'm an old man and thusly, I have an early bedtime.

Kranny

I found the best song on "The Art of Breaking". It's the final track. It's called "Breathe You In".

This may be the most precious picture I've seen in a while. I'm not one for posting pictures, but when I saw the picture a tear came to my eye. That may be the last time I get to see Lauren with that bear.  

Meh . . . .

Today I decided that last post was of poor quality; both in content and grammar. So I will start anew. Friday, two of my best friends (Rob F. & Jamie W.) became the latest to join in that marriage/engagement thing. I doubt you both are reading this. I am sure though Rob is. . . . maybe. I didn't say it on Friday, but congratulations to you both.
On Saturday I picked up the new TFK. It's a pretty decent album. It is no "Set it Off" (original version) but it's a much higher quality than "Phenomenon". I think my favorite tracks are "Absolute" and "The Art of Breaking". Both songs are mixed very well. Well, the whole CD is mixed well.
Monday was the start of playoffs for church-league softball. We whooped I.A.L.C. We were overjoyed with it. We went into the next game hoping to do well. We were . . . well . . . the only way to say it is . . . we were humbled. Then we went on to play Chisholm Baptist: Gold. We beat them. Now we either play I.A.L.C. or 1st Lutheran. My guess is First Lutheran. Come on out and cheer us on next week. Monday 7PM on Vic Power Park field 2. Seriously people, come on out. We like having people cheer us on.

Richard

"Shut up Richard!"

Life without . . .

Well I was reviewing some old post comments today (old- more than 1 post ago.) And I noticed a question posed to me in it. Well Amber, being that you're coming home from camp today, I thought I would take some time to tell my loyal readers (all 3 of you) what us guys would do without football or video games. Prepare for a list of 10 things and why we would do them.

1. Drink Coke; play again. Everybody likes Coke and why not play again.
2. Make several trips to North Dakota a year for illegal fireworks. Everybody likes fire that works.
3. Eat many a sunflower seed. They are too addicting to just try one.
4. Drink more Coke; only to play again. Coke and sunflower seeds go together like white and rice.
5. See how much stupid stuff we can do on a daily basis. For example: See who can jump and hit his head into the ceiling first, only to have the winner break his neck.
6. Plot our manly schemes to counterbalance women's schemes. Somehow it always ends up like Roadrunner v. Wyle. E. Coyote. And for the married guys, thinking of ways out of the doghouse.
7. Go shoot stuff. Who doesn't like shooting guns?
8. Drink even more Coke. Coke and guns go well together.
9. See who can build the worlds biggest fire. Who doesn't like fire?
10. Find ways to get women to do all of that with us. Sadly, no man has ever completed #10.

Well Amber, that's what we would do.

Drinkin' Dan

Please Note: Drinkin' refers to Coke.

No Caffeine

Did you all know Shasta pop has no Caffeine? Kind of stupid if you ask me. Well I got to see my . . . nephew of sorts this past weekend. I saw Levi- Shawn and Jen's darling little boy. I say nephew because Mr. Himmelberger kept referring to me as "Uncle Kranny." Sounds weird. Well anyway, Not a whole lot going on here.

I have a job interview on Thursday. Please pray for me to get the job.

I suppose I can add something on here for no good reason. My brother's friend apparently has taken a shine to me. A woman says she's hungry so I bring her a bowl of spaghetti; and now I'm in her crosshairs? What's the world coming to? It wasn't just the food. I was also a wonderful conversationist. I was quiet and cynical to her and her comments. Don't worry, I'm not interested. She's a nice girl but not my type. Now, I'm done.

Dangeresque Dan

Any suggestions in names?