jHatFeeled / blawg

I figured, well hell, I’m bored, why not run this little jam on some of my pictures?

Something like that.

I don’t know what it is about Ron Paul, maybe it’s because he’s oh-so-sexy-to-women-his-age, but that would be a lie, because it’s actually his non-ass kissing decisions and answers.

Just now I was watching CNN and Anderson Cooper was reviewing some questions of the recent Youtube Debate.

Then this question comes: What’s to like and dislike about the candidate to your left?

After seeing the responses, Ron Paul was the only candidate that actually answered the question straightforward. He didn’t go off topic by making a joke about Hillary’s coat or by answering the question with ‘nothing about him is unlikable’.

Ron Paul you have my vote as of now. I’ve been following you with the social networking (notably digg and reddit) craze.

Note: yes I’m interested in the ‘08 election, we don’t need another bush, as his approval rating fell to 25% this month of July 2007 and the Congress approval rating is varying in between 20%-35% this month of July 2007.

Last week I’ve been busy with figuring out things with the National Guard. More on that at the end of this post.

Continuing for now, my car has this issue. It’s called not having a key to unlock the doors. Basically I own this Cavalier that has an absence of a key for a door. We’ll get back to that in a minute.

Anyways, this weekend, once again, was great. We went up to Indian Lake to go camping. We, standing for a ton of relatives that I’m too lazy to list off.

Saturday was a decent day. We drove back to Huber Heights, to get this yappy dog my mom and step-dad adore too much to leave at the house. So I go to open my car door when we get back but it’s locked… The day before I asked my sister to roll up my window because we had already left the house. Fuck, shit, ass, damnit. She locked the doors as well. My car is closed up like a pair of legs on a nun.

We then go pick up my cousin Nick from Piqua and head back up to the campsite. We go to the beach, swim, and later on they make a sand castle, while I build Sand Tits Mountain (it’s something to do with a past time). I go back sleep in until I absolutely have to wake up.

Sunday we pack everything and head to the dock area. We’re ready to get going, to go tubing. We’re out there and have a grand time. I guess you could say it’s better than what I normally do, which is sitting around, with no more close friends near me. Example below of how it tops my normal day:

It’s Monday now, my car is still closed up, and I shaved my head completely (military style). I guess sooner than later it’ll happen.

Call me Prv. Skinhead but I’m joining the National Guard for Chemical Operations. I swear in on Thursday and will be heading to basic training for 9 weeks as soon as I can.

More updates ahead. Out.

Yeah, all day out on Indian Lake, tubing…

Then letting the sun beat on me….

Then trying to sit down and relax on a couch with crispy skin…

Yeah no picture for that. But you can imagine it right?

Oh well, Yahoo Pool! ftw, sunburn ftl, it evens out. Eventually.

Yay me, haha, after getting screwed a couple times in Montana then getting butt-mucked long distance while in Wyoming, I’m coming back to Ohio.

I do like it out here, but financially I’m getting scrown [The Jah Dictionary] noun: the multiple tense of screwed.

This sucks truly, I’m kinda torn on what I should do, but for now I know I will flourish the Huber Heightian empire again with my buds until I really can say I’m ready to make this oversized move again without little planning.

Mine untruly,
Bob McDennis Josh

PS: here’s a picture for putting up with my straight forward message.