e-check yes or no
I learned last night that there are people (some of my favorites in the world) who actually check this blog daily for updates. Well anyone who’s been around here for any significant amount of time knows that a daily update is something that the online diary for the masses has yet to see. Say all that to say, if you feel like this post came quickly after the previous one, well you’re right. Not only did I decide to post an update to meet the needs of my fans - for lack of a better word - but I also did it out of necessity.
I’m sure you’re wondering by now what all this has to do with the beautiful black woman pictured so stylishly above. Well here’s the story. I have this date party for a little dorky club I’m in called BCA. The party is Tuesday, Dec. 6th, and as of 8:23am on Wednesday, I’m still without a date. I’ve already ordered a fleece for whoever my date may be, and hopefully the size (small) will work just fine. If not, they can probably have my medium, because I really don’t need another fleece… but I digress! The woman pictured above is a result I found when I searched Google Images for the words “Brooke Brandon.” So, this post is indeed a lame, feeble attempt to ask Brooke to a date party in a creative way. So I guess the ball is in your court now girl. Comment away.
this just in…
BREAKING NEWS: We here at “online diary for the masses” regret to inform you that our head photographer and writer, D.O., recently had a sort of fall out with his camera. Witnesses say they spotted D.O. getting out of his car upon arrival at his “home home” in Arlington, TX, when he allegedly drop kicked his camera on the cement driveway.
“I swear it was an accident” said D.O., “I have a habit of trying to catch things on my feet if I drop them, and this attempted catch went awry and I unintentionally kicked the Coolpix 4100 [camera].”
Camera engineers at the local photography shop claimed that the fate of the camera was the dreaded “cheaper to get a new one than to get it fixed.” D.O. has been reported expressing his outrage with this diagnosis, seeing that the only part of the camera that broke was the little latch that keeps the batteries in place.
In conclusion, we say all that to say you readers may have to endure posts sans photographs for a while. We hear that said camera still works, but the user is forced to be gentle, and as we here at “online diary for the masses” know, D.O. is as gentle as they come.
a story from the Extreme
So the other day began just like any other: I woke up earliest of all the residents in the Extreme, and Mikey shortly followed suit. Taylor woke up some time much later, I’m sure, however I don’t remember and in fact, that is not relevant to this story. I woke up and took a shower, after which I went into my room to do the things people do after a post-shower dry off session. During my time dressing I heard Mikey move from his bedroom (where he sleeps) to the bathroom (where we recently got new light bulbs). I went on with my daily routine, which includes some cereal, reading, talking to Jesus, and things of the sort. I completed said activities when straight to my mind arose a question that Mikey needed to answer. He had since moved from the bathroom back to his room, where I assumed he was partaking in his daily routine, which possesses similar qualities as mine. I opened up his door and saw this terrible display of lethargy:
… 2nd is the best
Well the day has finally come when Songfest is over, and I received my life back. In case you were unaware, Songfest is a philanthropic song and dance competition that Chi Omega, a sorority on campus, puts on. I had the privilege of being in charge of Songfest for BCA, along side my wonderful partner, Laura Brannan of Theta. What that term “being in charge” means practically is that we have forfeited a ton of free time and potential fun in order that we might gain dance moves, perfect harmonies, and ultimately this wonderful 2nd place trophy (t-shirt added for effect). Some may think that I wouldn’t be excited about a mere second place finish, but those that know me and my uncompetitive nature, know that I’m more than happy with second.
I’d like to thank all the Chi-O girls who worked harder than anyone else to put this thing on, as it raises so much money for Make A Wish and the Brazos Valley Rehab Center. Thanks also to all the BCA guys and Theta girls who worked so hard on this crazy thing. Thanks to Jason the stage hand for being tight among his less-than-tight co-workers. Thanks to Mrs. Hall and Angela Kelly for being my elementary musical influences, and without whom I wouldn’t be singing today. Thanks to the Beatles, Bach, and Elvis for letting us use your music royalty-free. I could go on, but they’re waving the sign at me… Thanks to Jesus and all of you who came out and cheered us on!
ahh… the days of old
Before I get going on this entry, I think it’s only fair to inform you of the thought process that got us to this point. I had to dress up today at school for a presentation. I thought about posting a picture of myself from earlier today, all dressed up, but no such picture exists. I then decided to settle for an older picture of me dressed up because a) all pictures of me dressed up are going to be older because it hasn’t happened in a long time and b) because I figured people other than my fellow MGMT 372 classmates and Claire Borne might enjoy seeing D.O. with his shirt tucked in. As I was looking through older pictures to share with the masses, I found this one, and I thought I ought to share it.
This is a picture of me at Regionals (maybe Districts… either way) my senior year of high school. This would be my last year to ever compete in the best sport on the planet, gymnastics. I went on to compete in State that year, and finished somewhere in the very slightly above average range. My wonderful father took this picture, and while I’m on the parental subject, let it be known that my parents might have missed one of my meets though all my 4 years of competing in high school. They’re tight.
I could go on and on about gymnastics, but I’m sure that a very small percentage of readers would find it worth their time, so I’ll spare the majority. I have reason to believe that the online diary for the masses will be seeing some new traffic now that I’ve got links on both facebook and the Six Chicks blog, and when you become more famous, you’ve gotta cater to the needs of your constituents… or something. Ok, anyway, say all that to say, gymnastics is, in my opinion, the best sport man has ever created, and I’m looking forward to getting a copy of Bryan High’s gymnastics schedule so I can actually have plans on Friday nights.
is bigger better?
As many of you wonderful people know, I recently celebrated my 22nd birthday. As is the custom in this country, I received some gifts on my birthday, not because I did anything (in reality I only aged one day on the 6th, not an entire year), but because I’m blessed with friends and family who love me.
One of the gifts that was given to me was the product they call an iPod nano. It’s the mini-est rick I think I’ve ever seen. I thought about simply taking a picture of it and showing you how small it was, but I didn’t think that would do it justice, so I placed it next to two well-known items, my cell phone and my wallet. I used to think that both my phone and wallet were very small, until the nano came to the town often known as my front pocket. It seems I couldn’t have been further from correct. This mini-ditka is ridiculous. It holds like 1,000 songs, the screen is color, it weighs about 3 ounces or something… it’s crazy. Thanks to my parents for getting me this luxury item. I love you.
And in case the above picture didn’t give you a good enough idea as to how tiny this little nano is, here’s a pic from the bottom:
the unthinkable happened…
The picture shown here is actually displayed elsewhere on the internet as of earlier this afternoon, November 8th. “Where would we, the viewers of online diary for the masses, be able to see this picture?” you ask… well it can be found on the facebook.
I know what you’re thinking… you’re saying, “D.O. was the ultimate anti-facebook person ever” and things of that nature. Well that was the case at one point in time. I’ve had a change of heart, and I’ll admit… the goods of facebook certainly are able to outweigh the bads, and let’s face it… I was wrong. I apologize to all of those who I’ve made fun of over the years regarding facebook issues. Please forgive me for my judgementality. My head is down in shame.
pictoral update with comments!
First I saw George Bush up close at the football game…
Then the Luther House got covered in Peeps (click to enlarge).
Then I saw the cutest kids EVER.
Then Allen got Kendra pregnant…
Then I dressed like a domino and sat in my trunk with Matt.
the friendship, the family, the bling
There have been many goings-on in the life of D.O. as of late that have failed to make an appearance on this blog. This event, however, was so significant in the lives of five 20-something college bachelors that it could not go unposted. I know you are living in much anticipation, and you long to know what the shiny beams of light coming from our hands are… Thursday, November 3rd, the men pictured before you (Coblerone, T-Bomb, D.O., Jerod, and Jon) received their fightin’ Texas Aggie Rings. WHOOOOOOP! How good bull am I for posting two consecutive entries relating directly to Texas A&M?
Each of us have been going to Texas A&M for going on four years now. Each of us (with varying levels of success in the realm of grades) completed 95 hours of college education. Each of us bought the ring pictured below. Each of us paid $511.00 for our rings… seriously. These are the rings people use as status symbols of sorts in the “real world.” People are (so they say) literally shoe-ins during job interviews, simply for having one of these rings. Aggies can recognize other Aggies regardless of their location world-wide thanks to this ring. My hand is a whole lot heavier than it ever was before, compliments of this ring.
So to wrap it all up (because my hand is weary from typing with this hunk of gold connected to it), I initially wasn’t really planning on getting a ring, my folks made me, and I’ll confess, it is nice to have. I am sticking to my guns on the fact that I think it is far too expensive a piece of jewelry… and I’ll leave it at that. Congrats to everyone who got their rings!
aggie football and photography
Pictured before you is a panoramic shot (of sorts) of our group at the football game this past weekend. It was a glorious time in the shade below the third deck as the Aggies got raped by the Iowa State Pandas (or whatever their mascot is). I know what you’re thinking… you wish that you had the photogeneaity that I do… you want to be able to make such wonderful looking panoramic collages… too bad!
As you can see (from left to right) Jillian and Claire were sweet enough to allow Mikey (look real hard) and I to go to the game with them. Continuing rightward you see that Jess (but you really won’t see her) brought her little bro Ben, her friend Megan, and her sexy Brice and roommate Lauren. Good times were had by all, and as for the girl to the upper left of my huge head… I don’t know her, but I’m sure she had a nice time too.