RHA

One day at school this little boy comes in late and the teacher asks him, "where have you been?" "On top of Blueberry Hill," he exclaims. A little later another boy comes in and the teacher asks him "where have you been?" "On top of Blueberry Hill," he told her. Several minutes later two boys come into the classroom and the teacher asks, "boys why are you so late?" "Sorry, we were on top of Blueberry Hill." The teacher then asks, "Where is this Blueberry Hill and why are all my students late because of it?" Nobody answered but several of the boys laughed. At that moment a new girl walked into class and the teacher said, "Let me guess you were on top of Blueberry Hill?" The little girl blushed and said, "No ma'am I am Blueberry Hill."

So on to the topic of hills. They can be beautiful things. There are big hills and small hills. Round hills and pointy hills. Ones that look like pancakes and ones that look like bananas. Some times the size of the hill and really determine the rank of the total landscape. Other times the beauty of the surrounding landscape can out weigh the size of the hills. Every hill has its ups and downs though, haha get it. Big hills can be a ton of fun to play on top of or to slide in between of. However, they can be a lot of work to get up on top of. Small hills are easy to get over or on top of. But if the person playing on the hill is too big then they will not have much fun in between the hills. But small hills are still extremely fun. National Geographic hills can be fun to look at sometimes but others they are just unpleasant. One of the most important aspects of a good hill is the peak. Some peaks are very large and colorful with a pointy thing on top. Other are small and light colored. Either one can be fun to play on top of. But really there is very little use for the hills. One can play on or around them. Climb up one side and roll down the other. Roll around in the valley they create. You can dream about hills and trust me we all do dream about hills. But hills are good. Even if there isn't much to those hills they are still good.


"I would settle for a handshake at this point." The Dave Erpelding
"Women like silent men, they think they are listening." Marcel Archard
"A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is a man who hopes they are." Chauncey Mitchell Depew

Heroes and money

Today I had the pleasure of going with Naked Dave and the roommate to Plymouth to eat with Naked Dave's parents. It's amazing how different Applebees is from the union. While we were in Plymouth, I got new golf gloves. Unfortunately, I got them after the roommate and I went golfing, where incidentally I shot one of the worst scores of my life and about killed a cocky little high school kid. It's a story I don't feel like blogging about but ask me about it if you really want to know. So on to the topics of the day.

First question, who is your hero? And what constitutes a hero? In all honesty my hero would be a tie between my mom and my grandpa. I chose my mom because she is extremely strong. She is always there for me and always has good advice. It was because of her that I am as observant as I am, somehow she always knows everything. The other hero of mine is my grandpa. Because I have never knew my father, my grandpa was that figure for me. He taught me pretty much everything. He is definitely the strongest person I know. I don't know why I blogged about this subject but it was on my mind and it's my blog so I can write about pretty much whatever I want.

The next subject is money. In Sociology today, we watched a video about the richest heirs in the world. Several of them only complained about how lonely or how hard it was to be a billionaire. However, never having the troubles of being a billionaire it seems like a pretty sweet life. Never to have any worries in life. Granted you are pretty much an outsider because not everyone is loaded, but I think the benefits greatly outnumber the costs. However, it would probably suck though to drive a Ferrari to high school and go to all the nicest private schools. One of the guys is actually probably my new hero, the V.P. probably knows who it is before I even say it. There was this young handsome billionaire who was looking for satisfaction so he went from pussy to buying things then back to pussy then to doing a hobby then back to pussy. That poor young man is just living the life. I almost feel sorry for him. But anyways it would be pretty awesome to inherit a billion dollars or even a million dollars would be fine.

P.S. For the only RHA member who reads this besides the roommate. Sorry we were late and sorry that Dale had to take our spots. Helman will resume it's dominance once again next week.


"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer" Ralph Emerson
"Money was never a big motivation to me, except to keep score. The real excitement was playing the game." Donald Trump
"Money can't buy happiness, but neither can poverty." Leo Rosten

Groundhog Day

I want to begin with another Hall of Fame tp story. One of my best friends all through school was having his graduation party the next day. He was joining the Navy and would be gone for around 3 years. So T2 and myself decided the best way to say goodbye would be to tp his house after he and his parents spent all day cleaning up the yard and getting everything ready. So 60 or 70 some rolls later and a few smoke bombs and some powdered sugar and strawberry syrup on the cars we were done. The next day the party was a blast and he came up quietly and said, "Matt McCord tped my house last night, will you help me get him back?" My and T2 response was immediately "Of course." So he didn't know we did it until I wrote him a letter in boot camp telling him the truth, I mean what are friends for.

Now on to groundhogs day. For those of you who haven't seen the movie remove yourself from under the rock you have been living and watch it. It may be a little corny but it definitely has a message. If tomorrow was never going to come what would you do? Keep in mind that there is only so much that you can physically accomplish in one day. You can't travel very far, nor could you climb a mountain or swim the English Channel but there are certainly a lot of last minute things that I would want to do. First priority may be a threesome, that just sounds fun. I would tell those I care about exactly how I feel. I would not put on any clothes, except to tell my family I love them of course (that would be pretty awkward otherwise). But other than that I don't really know what I would do. Would I want to tell a girl that I really like the truth? Would I want to play one last baseball game? I really don't know. After strenuous research the number one answer was have sex, which is understandable. There would be no consequences. Others said they would spend time with their families. So after my threesome I would spend time with my family. Then just before the end I would have sex again. It's pretty much the perfect day. Oh I forgot I would go to an RHA meeting somewhere in there. Now that would be the perfect day.
A question that has bothered me for quite some time: "If you were to die tomorrow, would you have any regrets?"

"The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want" Ben Stein
"Life is far to important a thing to ever talk seriously about" Oscar Wilde
and my personal favorite
"Life is a sexually transmitted disease" R.D. Laing

High School Fun

Well friends of the blogging world, for those of you who do not read the roommates blog I would encourage you to do so, http://zjgreen.blogspot.com. The poem he refers too is just short of amazing. Anyways moving forward.

In high school, at least at Jay County High School, toiletpapering was a major trend. It was something to do on the weekend and made nights interesting. If you have never been toiletpapering I would highly encourage you to do so. The fun isn't in throwing the tp over trees or putting forks in the yard, or putting shaving cream in a condom and then putting the condom over the door handle. The fun is in almost getting caught. It's an adrenaline rush. Especially, if the person you are doing it to gets super pissed. Some of you may say that this is just meaningless vandalism or crass, but toiletpapering was so much more. It wasn't just a random thing. It was planned and strategically organized. There are two instances that come to mind that legitimize my claim.
One night a very large group of us were sitting at pizza hut after a football game when the idea to go tping was tossed down the table. Seeing an opportunity to step into the TP Hall of Fame, I took the reins and began planning for everyone. To my right was my best friend and to my left was chicken george. Well chicken george believed he was the best so I convinced him to take half of the guys and tp my best friend. Well he didn't know that I sent my best friend back to his house to catch them. For those of you who know T2, know that he is more than capable of handling a few unarmed guys. Part 3 of the plan consisted of me taking the remaining 8 guys or so and going to chicken georges house for the 3 straight weekend to tp him. Well with chicken george oblivious to his own downfall, we headed out. The plan worked amazingly. Chicken George's house looked as if it were in Siberia in the worst snow storm on record. Not a tree was left uncovered. When his mom came out and almost caught us made the adventure that much more exciting. However, the absolute best part was the phone call from chicken george exclaiming his untimely demise at the best friends house. Apparently, some car keys were stolen from the get away car and a BB gun with a laser pointer was involved (I told you he was capable of handling them haha). After the rendezvous at the high school he continued to express his utter dislike of the plan and continued to question my loyalty to the plan. I made up a story that we went somewhere else and got caught. So him being the ever untrustful chicken george questioned my source and attempted to legitimize it. To his misfortune, the alibi came through and my half was saved. This is just one of several times that guaranteed my name be placed in the Hall of Fame of Toiletpapering. I know I said I would share two events but the next one is longer yet, so I may save it for tomorrow or something.

Words of advice:
If you have never experienced the joy of toiletpapering, it is well worth it to try.
"When in doubt..."
and lastly just remember it could always be worse.

New Blog

Holy shit Dale, here is your blog. Stop asking when I am going to post it.

Ish All About Dominashion

So this weekend was pretty much the ideal weekend. Everything was almost perfect. Friday began with a concert (sponsored by Helman Hall), which was pretty good. Then a few guys from the band and the great Democrat came back to the room and lived it up MC style. The only bad part of this weekend was he is to be named later was unable to join in on the festivities but fortunately it all worked out in the end. Oh and I had to survive a baseball game in the freezing cold rain on 4 hours of sleep. But moving forward, the Helman sponsored Manchester Spartans beat the Anderson Ravens on a walk-off homer 3-2, tying the series 1-1. The second game was canceled and I got to go home for a few hours. The momma and I went shopping and got a few new things. A ninja mask for baseball, a golf club, and some food. Then I got my car which was being fixed and came back to Helman Hall and watched "No Country for Old Men" with the democrat, he who is to be named later, and the roommate. After another night of going to bed at 4 a.m., I slept in until 2 in the afternoon. However, the weekend wasn't perfect until only a few minutes ago when I got to talk to the V.P., even though it was only on AIM. So hopefully the week follows the weekend's example and continues with its perfectness.

For guys:
"Boyfriends aren't road blocks they are just detours." Anonymous
Words of advice for everyone:
Fuck it, I mean its just life.

"Fuck that rocket whore"

Oh the ever amazing language of halo. I am becoming quite fluent in this new language. Much more so than Spanish which I unfortunately have a test in tomorrow. The quote in the title was from the infamous Dale. Well todays blog is about the compliment of facebook stalking. And Hardee's spicy chicken sandwiches, and maybe a few other things, I'm not quite sure yet. First off, compliments are amazing. Especially when they are completely random they can really brighten your day. Whether its beginning an IM with "Hey beautiful" or telling someone they look nice in class. However, there is a large compliment they always goes unnoticed. Facebook stalking is a major compliment, sure it may be slightly creepy that someone can know everything about you. With todays networks one can see another's complete profile without even being there friend, so I've heard. However, it should be considered a compliment for you that people want to look at your facebook profile, unless its NateDawg, then its creepy. But its almost the same as saying "hey I think you are good-looking" or "you are a very nice person and I want to get to know you better" or maybe "I want to be on you." Facebook stalking or should I say facebook complimenting is a rarely noticed compliment to you.
Spicy chicken sandwiches from Hardees are awesome at midnight.
Christmas shirts are comfortable.
Well I know this blog isn't the greatest but follow the link and it will definitely boost your spirits.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngRq82c8Baw

"They just shot the shit out of me" Dale
"Zac's a bitch" Anonymous
"Think about it geographically Dan" Larry