Blog Culture: not just another cheese joke

I'm a writer. Not that you didn't already know. I assume that if you read this than you must know that I am a writer for The Board. I'm addicted.

Well, I really want to use my blog a bit better so I've decided to post something today. I've been tempted to create a seperate blog where I can fess up to who I really am but sadly I couldn't come up with a decent name for it. Dang!

Yah well...

When I was in kindergarten I wanted to take pizza to school for lunch. The days of 5-dollar Hot 'n' Ready Pizza had not come. Lunchables must not have been invented yet or I'm sure my mom's shopping cart would have been full of surprises she had not anticipated purchasing. I was a sandwich kid like everyone else. Everyday I'd open my bag to tuna, turkey, or baloney. I know it's actually spelled bologna but for some reason my first spelling seems more appropriate right now. I was happy.

One night we had pizza at home. I'm not sure how it happened but I must have said something like, "I wish I could have pizza for lunch at school..." However it happened, I went to bed that night giddy at the thought that my mom had agreed to let me take pizza to school.

It was raining that day. It's funny the details you remember about certain days of your life. I remember that I didn't know how to play checkers. One of the kids in my class asked me to play and taught me how. The exact details and moves through out the game escape me but I do know that I ended up staying at the board while my opponent went crying to the teacher. My family's really competitive at games.

When lunch time came I pulled out my sack lunch and was so excited for the pizza I was about to eat. My classmates were full of anticipation as well. Not everybody's mom gives them pizza for lunch. As I reached into my bag and pulled out my pizza my stomach turned.

The pizza was just cold but my imagination made it covered in green cheese. No way was I going to eat that. I ended up trading it for a tuna salad sandwich.

I'm not really sure what the point of a blog is. It's a new thing to me. The idea of letting out my thoughts so they can run and develop into whatever is sooooo appealing to me though.

Sometimes you just want to type. Whether anyone reads this or not I don't really care. Well...

Of course I'd like people to give me feedback on my thoughts and contribute their own. I'm a socially needy guy.

So I'm excited for this blog. We'll see if I use it well and get out of it what I need or if I continue as I have been.

I like cold pizza now. I'm a college student so cold pizza is food in my stomach.

Am I going to love this blog? Hopefully more than tuna salad.

Taking the Plunge...

Argh... I'm applying to be a writer to The Board. It's been a long time since that idea first entered my head. It's kind of intimidating. I've felt so safe being the only one that really knows who Just Another Cassio is. Times are changing and so am I; so I think the time at last has come for me to apply. No, the time for me to apply at last has come. Or is it the time for me to apply has come at last...

For the past couple weeks I've been chatting with Lavish. Yep, that's right. Oh I haven't found out much more info than you can find on her Blog or responses but don't think I haven't gotten anything out of it. Oh no, one night she left me a Jell-O cake. Freaked me out. Seriously, no one in my apartment or neighboring apartment would eat any of my dessert from a girl online when I didn't know her real identity. I'm doing alright though. I'd say my main talent is having a strong stomach (or a strong stomach pump - good thing I know she's not reading this).

That'd be lying of course. No, my main talent is withstanding being submersed in really cold water for excessively long amounts of time. My family has the right blood in them I guess. Every year at scout camp we'd all go and do the polar bear for 10 seconds in order to earn a little blue bead. Little boys would be screaming under that frigid water and sometimes would come out with tears frozen to their cheeks. Not me or any of my family though. No sir! We'd be back in that water at least eight more times during the week. Heck this past winter when we opened up the pool and moved the ice so we could dive in, I was doing laps! Oh good times, good times...

So yes, I have been working on my application to The Board today and I think I'm done. It's only been 19 hours though and they gave me 100. Lavish says I should take my time but it really didn't take too long.

Should I send it now? Hmmm....

I think I will. I'm just going to double check some of my answers and I'll get it off in the next hour.

I really should keep this more up-to-date. It's just hard for me to write about the details of my life when I do want to conserve anonymity.

I guess it's a good thing no one reads this blog.

Oh to Be 3

Wow it's been a long time since I've posted. I almost take as long as Lavish (I doubt she'll see this so it's fine to comment).

I'm gearing up for school to start, a bit nervous though. It's always tough to fork out $1800 for tuition. I'm not even counting the costs of books. Finances are part of the adult world I really don't enjoy too much right now. I guess that's cause I'm poor. As long as I continue to prevent debt and pay in cash I expect that won't be the case forever.

Ok let's get back to a good ole memory I had the other day:

One time after class I was walking back to the Parking lot behind the Taylor building on campus and I was walking behind a grandma pushing a stroller holding her granddaughter. To the left of her was the street. To the right was her grandson. I'd say he was about 3 yrs old and bundled in his winter coat (this was last winter) and big boots on. He didn't follow on the sidewalk though. He was tromping in his boots blazing a trail through the trees on the dewey grass of that February morning. I thought to myself what it must look like from his perspective.

"HUGE trees and water-soaked grass as I force a path through this wild jungle!"

Then I looked at the grandma and thought back to seeing tired mother's in the grocery line with their kids as they frantically tried to manage them. One mother would be very loving as she kept track of her kids and another might be a little more... forceful. Grandma on the other hand appeared to have a little different perspective than the grocery-store mom's I was thinking of. Grandma was letting the little boy have his own adventure as they walked off to the car. No doubt that Grandma would be right behind ready to pounce should he burst into a sprint.

It was just a moment that made me laugh. Sometimes I wish I were 3 again.

Slightly Board

I read the 100 Hour Board. Admittedly it's only been a few months that I've been a fan. I am a recent convert to it. But I sincerely want to find out who those writers are. Today I even asked them how they would catch one of their fellow board writers. He he he... We'll see how they respond.

The Board has become on of my morning tradition for me. In fact I'm starting to become a creature of habit:

• wake up
• shower, dress, eat something
• grab my newspaper
• go to work
• log onto the computer
• check my email
• go to The Board
• go to The Jolly Porter
• start work

Seriously that is my morning every morning. I can't wait for school to start and then I can mix it up a little.

So I started a rubberband ball a few weeks ago. It;s only about the size of a large marble but it's getting there. For the past 6 months I've been receiving the paper and throwing the rubberbands away. I cancelled my subscription but they just keep sending me the paper. Funny how I started reading it only after I cancelled it. So anyway, I take the paper to work with me each day and grab the rubberband from it and add it to my growing marble. I'm keeping it in my filing cabinet carefully hidden beneath my folders and files.

I tried bouncing it the other day and it just went crazy. It certainly isn't the roundest ball around. I guess the largest rubberband ball was 2 1/2 tons and was measured in 2003. It's circumference was over 15 ft! I'm not thinking I'm going to that diligent with my rubberband ball. Providing I get it to be the size of a softball I'll be thrilled. Though if you're ever in the town of Bethesda, Maryland you can visit that Guinness Record Ball. That is definitely topping my list of highway sideshows I need to visit.

Ok time to go home...

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Maybe.