I've come to the conclusion that a blog can have great writing in it, but if it doesn't have a different template than the one provided by blogger, you are doomed to just be a number. You will be one of the many ordinary blogs. Granted, you may be a phenomenal writer but there is something about an original design for a blog that sets it apart from the rest. I don't think I have enough drive to be an accomplished writer. It was never my forte. When those homologous chromosomes split through Meiosis, the little writing chromosome got mixed in the shuffle. Jason has a monopoly in that area. He's got Park Place and Boardwalk, and I've maybe got the yellow Monopoly. You know. The one with Marvin Gardens in it.

Before I get accused of calling myself a bad writer, I'm going to end this train of thought pretty soon. The truth is I am a good writer. My grammar sucks and I can't write a good paper in school to save my life, but blogging is where I get my fix. I light it up, and get my fix. (obscure reference from The Insider)

I am glad there are things like writing and music that distinguish my brother from the rest of the family. That's not all he's good at. I think Jason will be forever better at reading, writing, guitar, ping-pong, Mario Golf (although I am starting to hold my own), and hmm... I'm probably missing some, but that's all I can think of right now. Trey was always the incredibly good-looking, out-going, athletic guy. What I'm good at and what defines me isn't for me to say. All I know is I live on the edge, I live with a lot of flare and I dig the bungee (paraphrased quote from Zoolander).

Also another thing that is interesting is that there have been three things mainly on my mind lately:

1) Jason
2) Zoolander
3) Mario Golf

I don't know whether to be concerned about this, or just try to stop thinking about them as much.

I was reminded of something pretty funny tonight. Chris, Jason and I somehow got on the subject of senior projects, and I remembered how I spent a few days on a projected year long project and got a "B." I used a long non-substantive acronym as the solid foundation for the rest of the B.S. that was to follow. It was called: I.D.E.A.S. I know the "I" stood for integrated and the "D" stood for Data and you can guess what a load of crap the rest of the word was. I got a good laugh out of that. The whole idea (pun intended) behind it was that it was a page that students could log into to get their grades for their class. Well, it turned out that the program for having a login and password proved much more difficult than I had anticipated, or had not anticipated more like. This left me with a new and unforseen problem. It was against the rules to post student's course grades on a web page that everyone else can see. That meant that I could only put attendance grades on the page. After I figured out that the content end of things was going to need some serious balancing in the making crap look like candy area, I made the page look really high-tech. Lots of big words, and a smart looking set of numbers and images. The ending result was a load of crap that got me a B+ on my senior project and a final grade of B in the course.

All through high school about 93.5% of my thoughts and ideas (pun intended again) were taken straight from my butt. Sure when it came out it didn't look so nice, but it's amazing what a little tin foil and fish hooks can do to make crap look like earrings fit for a Queen (once again, something taken from Zoolander). I spent my time in High School really honing these important skills, and it has proved to be extremely beneficial in college.

I've got the sweetest smelling crap around.