Roommates - You can't live with them, you can't legally kill them (trust me I've checked)!

I know I was going to write about my guitar story, but a more pressing issue has brought itself into play, and I figured I should get this off my chest now so I don't explode. You know this blog thing can be very therapeutic. So as you may have noticed from the title of my most current entry, (by the way thanks mike for the spelling help on that, believe me I need the help!!!), sometimes I don't get along with my roommates. OK, truth be told sometimes I really don't get along with my roommates. I've have tried to logically come to a conclusion that would tell me why I don't get along with my new roommates, my roommate Rachel I've had for years and we get along swimmingly, but new roommates not so much. So, as for logical reasons to my natural hesitancy on becoming BFF's with my new roomies I have come up with 4 possible reasons. Reason 1) I am just getting old and can no longer relate to the young whipper snappers that have come to live with me. 2) I have grown accustom to a certain type of roommate (non-crazy) and this new crazy version of roommate is freaking me out. 3) And the most likely reason of all, that the one steals my food, and the food she leaves, she takes little bites out of, so they are as good as gone anyway. I know that was only 3 and I said 4, see how stressed out living with new roommates makes me. I mean it's kinda ridiculous that we are dealing with this. I don't have food to spare, what with feeding all the alien babies and what not. Luckily I do have a hidden supply of freezer jam! (Did you like how I just brought it full circle to my previous two posts?) Anyway I am kinda at my wits end, and would appreciate any ideas on how to deal with loons. I will probably post more about this later, but right now I have vented enough to get threw another day! I will get to the guitar story for sure later this week, I am sure you are all dying to know how I ever made it this far with that stain of failure on my permanent record.

Alien babies, not as E.T. as you would think

So, I recently had surgery, and by recent I mean recent enough to complain, but not recent enough for it to be a valid complaint. Ever since this procedure was done, I've felt worse than ever. A recent addition to my ailments is the alien babies that have taken up residency in my belly. Now you may think that this is ridiculous aliment, but if you could hear the sounds they make you would understand. Every time I eat anything you can hear this, and for lack of a better description, alien baby cries coming from my gut. Its a gurgling, followed by "wookie" like escape of air. Most people might think it was cool to have wookies and aliens fight in your stomach, but not me, well at least not me any more. It has lead to several embarrassing moments. The awkward looks I get from other restaurant patrons is my favorite, and just try explaining that to the confused/scared family eating their pasta next to you. "No need to worry Mama, your family has nothing to worry about, my alien babies are fully trained and nonviolent."
See, not nearly as E.T. as you would think. So, lets see alien babies, freezer jam, whats next . . . . How about a story with a name that's not quite up to par with alien babies, but probably is a funnier story. That would be the infamous, "Failed High School Guitar, but tried to make it sound better, but just made it worse." Not a very good name I know, but it will have to do for now because it is pretty funny if I do say so myself.

First Post ..... Ever

So I have never really posted on a blog before. OK, truth be told I've never even read a blog before. A friend at work turned me on to it, and I figured I'd give it a go. I'm sure this will be a welcome release to my friends, coworkers, and roommates since I can get out all my random thoughts here. I do have a lot of random stuff happen to me, random and embarrassing. I have come to the conclusion that I go threw what I do so that others can feel better about themselves. I can just hear them saying, softly in the background of course, "Well at least I am not as awkward as that girl."

Well here goes, first off lets tackle the name Freezer Jam. So oft times I stay up way too late and things get really loopy. Well last night it wasn't even that late and things got pretty loopy. We went to a friends house for a scrumptious dinner and some video playing afterwards. During the course of the evening we had a new mango slush treat, it was pretty good, but had a strong freezer jam taste. As the evening progressed I started to win at Mario Kart Double Dash, the game we were playing, and as with all competitive people I tried to smack talk. Unfortunately the best insult I could think of was, "Freezer Jam!". As with every joke or mistake in my life, I took it way too far, and now it's the name of my blog.

Well, that's about all I have for today. If this was crap - at least I have the excuse that it is my first post and things are bound to get better. If this was awesome then I guess I am just a natural. If this wasn't enough to hook you, hopefully the promise of stories about alien babies will get you back here again.