Shirts

I have a bunch of band shirts I'm selling. Lemme know if you're interested! Also i have some other shirts, just like button ups and stuff. If you know anyone who's interested lemme know... Trav and Hunter... haha. Since you're the only ones who check this blog...

Barracuda

There's no person on google named Barracuda... I looked EVERYWHERE. There's a lady with the last name but none with the first name. That's quite stupid.

Typing

Have you ever been typing and you're just looking at your fingers and then you look up at the screen and realize that during this fantastic experience of staring at fingers you opened a new screen, searched for something you were typing, and ordered 30 grams of pot from a man named Barracuda? Well that pretty much just happened to me. Except most of that didn't happen to me at all. I noticed right away and closed the tab. Actually, the tab is still open... I wonder if there is actually a man named Barracuda out there... Google here I come.

Avoiding School

I think I'm going to post like 10 posts to catch up with all the blogs I've missed. I'm also avoiding school. Which is probably why I don't have time to work out. Because I'm constantly doing the opposite of what I planned to be doing.

Working out

You know what I hate? People who tell OTHER people that they need to work out more often. Like I'm a pretty small guy. But I just really don't care. I have no intentions of running in the olympics or becoming a porn star because herpes just isn't the way for me. Sorry Megan Fox. I know you want some of this. hahahaha. But seriously, working out is cool for some people. But if you're someone like me who has enough to do and doesn't want to listen to people talk about how they can lift me up, then you know I'd rather write a song than work out. Not saying I won't ever work out. But in this chapter of my epic, I'm simply not interested in giving a shit about that stuff.... I'm fighting a dragon. Leave me alone. Douche.

Blogs

I think I want a different blog for every aspect of my life. I want this blog for stupid stuff, my music blog, a Christian blog, a blog about food that I like. Oh, it's going to happen. It just seems like there's never enough time in my day to blog anymore. So i want to make a blog about making time in my day. Then i'll make a worship/ youth group blog. And then I'll make a facebook blog where people will blog about what they're blogging about on facebook. I'll make a good movies blog. And an INDIE blog... best idea yet. I'll make a site full of blogs. Now to just find time to live the rest of my life as well.... hmm...

Songs!!!

Have you ever wanted a song written about you?! Well now's your chance! I'll write a song for you, a loved one, or about any completely random topic that you pick for FIVE dollars! For 7 dollars I'll play it for you and your friends and for 12 dollars for both of those. And  I'll make you an acoustic recording of it for 15.   Your own song! Just for you! I won't sell it to any one else, I won't play it for any one else (unless you want me to). YOUR very own personal song! So if this is of interest to you.... email me peeps! midnightgoldfishrun@gmail.com. Tell me what you want it to be about, details are very helpful if you want good lyrics and emotion. :) And if I can't see you in person soon then ask me for my mailing address over email.

Tell your friends!

much love,
Anthony

My 1 life's wish

I want to make worship music that will make hardcore kids cry... that's all.

My Chemical Romance

So with that said, I am posting a legit blog today.

My chemical romance has been a real pleasure of mine lately. Mainly their old stuff. I'm actually listening to Ghost Of You at this very moment. So do everyone a favor, my beloved reader, please go listen to this amazing band. Their music makes you wish you were a vampire who could dance to polka music. I know it's a very strange feeling. But you simply must experience it.

toodles my bitches.

Trying to Post More

I've been so freakin' busy. But I think I'm going to start posting every other day. Just cause it gives me something to do and be committed to.

Fable 2

I recently got an Xbox 360 and have since then become obsessed with a game called Fable 2. Basically you can create your own fate and decide whether you want your character to be good or evil. And just like real life, it's so much harder to be good in the game than it is to just be bad. So it got me thinking about that stuff alot. Like why is it so hard for Christians to do the right thing? Because killing innocent people is so fun! ...Well in the game it is at least. I am against killing people usually. Unless they're douche bags. Then I'll turn my back to the acts violence.

Anyways, my guy is a fat ass now because I fed him too much pie to heal his health. And it is IMPOSSIBLE to lose weight in this game. Now I know how it feels to be a person cursed with bad metabolism. You eat a pie you gain 20 pounds. Holy crap! i know right? I know....  I've been there now. I feel your pain, little chubby kid with the twinkie I mentioned in my previous post, I feel it. No. Don't cry little fat kid. You won't be fat forever... Well you might but just remember... There's always someone fatter than you. Run along little, big one... Run along and play in the woods with the fairies and twinkies...

Okay it's been a little too long since my last post. IM SORRY. But I have a job that eats away the hours of my life like a fat kid eats away twinkies and food that makes you say, "Really? Did you really just ingest that entire pig?" But I'm trying hard to keep it up.

Moving on.

I would like to write a book. Preferably something like adventure and magic and fairytale, that's kind of funny and sarcastic sometimes but also has touching moments for the ladies and vigorous fighting for the guys. I want all kinds of mystical creatures. Including ones that I've made up. So, I pulled a few strings and I am now the official owner of Shrek and everything with him. Except that ginger bread guy. Couldn't afford him.... So as of right now I have this and I think it's coming along great:

Once there was an ogre named Shrek. He stopped making so many movies. The End.

School

Can I just say that school sucks? I'm so not ready for this whole thing to start again. I have a job people! I'm makin moolah! I ain't got time for your shenanigans! Your like, read this, and do that, and blah blah blah. You selfish bastard you. (I'm talking to School, he's a douche) I don't like it when you mess with my plans, dog. So back off or you will be mercilessly beaten by school girls. Nobody likes you man. Nobody. Okay sorry that's a little harsh I'm sure teachers like you because you're their way of making money but you still suck majorly.... Jerk. I hope you let me have a good year... or so help me... you'll be in some deep shyte.

Much love (you bastard),
Anthony

Meteors

Is staying up late for a meteor shower a stupid idea? I think not. I think It is freaking awesome.  And if you have a problem with it you can just bite me. So go outside every once and awhile and enjoy some awesome universeness that God created for our pleasure. :)

Take care now. Bye Bye then.

Abort73

I just wanna let people who will ever read this blog know where I stand on the topic of abortion. That shit is messed up. Pardon my french. But I really feel strongly about this. I can't stand the thought of someone taking an innocent life. I don't like murder. But the fact that it is a tiny baby just blows my mind. I don't know how doctors sleep at night after doing that stuff. What is the most innocent and cute thing in the world? A baby something! Dog, giraffe, HUMAN... it doesn't matter... Would people respond better to this problem if it were kittens and animal cruelty? Honestly, I think they would. I'm not trying to be a major downer of a blogger. But this is kind of a serious topic that I feel very passionately about.

So here's the deal. Go to http://abort73.com/...... now.... and buy an awesome shirt or something to support them. They're an amazing group doing amazing things. Oh and don't kill babies cuz God will hurt you...

Sickness and Video Games

I am a very sickly child. But lately I have been more sick than usual. Which is why I haven't been posting. But does anyone know how it feels to throw up only coffee? Like the only thing in your system is coffee so that's all you have to throw up... Yeah it sucks!

Anyways, this time of sickness has given me the opportunity to reunite myself with some of my favorite oldschool games. I started playing Harvest Moon for PS1 and I quickly realized why I stopped playing that game. I'm not sure what kind of person gets a thrill out of weeding grass and talking to townsfolk... But I'd like to meet them because I'm pretty sure I have some weeds that can be plucked. I find myself wishing the little farmer boy I named Gunter had a gun and that his dog "Skippy" was one of those evil Resident Evil hounds that enjoys gnawing on human flesh. No sir, my childhood games just aren't the same anymore...

Radio Station

So lately I've been interested in starting my own radio station. I'm tired of lame-ass radio stations taking up the whole radio. And I'm tired of the local Christian stations being boring and just saying "We're family friendly." I wanna have a station that does literally all music. Christian and non-Christian. Oldies and comtemporary new stuff. Metal and Country. I want it all. And I'm totally serious about it too. I'm seriously looking into this now. Donations and funding and equipment. All of it. It's gonna be fricking awesome. If you think it's a bad idea you... are just the worst kind of person. Crushing my dreams... Gosh. Nimrod. Anyways, If you have any ideas or are interested in helping out let me know! Please and Thank you!

I really feel convicted to reach out to Christians. I'm not sure why. But it's like all of a sudden hitting me that sometimes the real problem with religion is the followers themselves. Like a few people at my work who claim to be Christians but I just don't see it. I know why I have this job now. I'm supposed to just live as an example to them. I mean that's really it. Not like conservative and stuff. And not being like, "Well you know you shouldn't say "fuck" you'll burn in hell for eternity... you sinner." I just want to be really chill. And sort of easy to talk to. Because I know there's people there who just need to talk. So that's what I'm doing. Sorry, today's entry is a little more on the serious side. But I never said I wouldn't have serious ones. And on that note, if you do read this and are extremely offended, I have a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. So don't be such a douche.... Gosh.

The epitome of pop-boy-bands

The genre of pop has been around since before I was born. Originally invented by the King of Pop, rest in peace, Michael Jackson, pop music has been making people shake their booties for decades now. But pop bands of my generation have been rapidly declining in their efforts to embrace the music. It all started with the Christian pop sensation "Plus One." For me at least. No I am not confused about my sexuality. I was a five year old who liked catchy music. Sue me. And it eventually became Nsync, the Backstreet Boys, and... Dun dun dun... Aaron Carter. It was the "fad" and I wanted to be a part of it. But I'm noticing less and less pop boy bands. It is not a bad thing at all, honestly. The only problem is that the "used-to-be-pop-boy-bands" are now learning guitar and other instruments and becoming bands. Take the Jonas Brothers for example. I will admit that I've caught my foot tapping to their songs before. Wanna know why? Those guys write some catchy songs! People can piss and moan all they want about hating them. But the bottom line is.. they're cute, they're decent musicians, they can write a catchy tune, and they have a show on Disney channel. These for aspects will make you millions. To be honest the only Jonas Brother I respect is Nick. Simply because he is so dedicated to his music. And most of their actual good songs were written by him. But this doesn't mean girls should obsess over them. At all.

But here's what I'm getting at... More of the time than less... These boy bands are extremely AVERAGE musicians who write one or two good songs and happen to straighten their hair and wear skinny jeans... For some, strange-ass reason.... Young girls love guys who are girly. This is a fact. It can't be denied. It is simple. And it is truthful. I was almost sucked into this lifestyle. But I barely escaped. Not that I have a problem with those people. I'm sure some of the guys aren't awful musicians and they're probably nice enough guys. The one and only problem is that almost every band like that, that I know of, has become a band of egotistical snobs who do everything to show off and get money. What ever happened to simply loving the music?

And this is me being a critic.
Toodlooo

Blood

Since this was a facebook status, and I'm up early enough anyways, I'd like to talk about my blood getting drawn yesterday. Now I tried to make a laughing matter out of the situation. Joking with the nurse, laughing, poking fun. But as soon as she started setting up the needle and stuff I had to turn away. Which is weird. Because I generally have a high tolerance for pain, except stubbing my toe. Dear God, that hurts so freaking bad. And I also don't mind blood at all. After making it through the videos in drivers ed, countless zombie movies, and the incident in kindergarten that left my best friend, Dominik, gushing gallons of blood from his nose; I figured I'd be fine and dandy when it came to blood in any situation. But the minute that needle poked in and I could feel the blood seeping out of my body and into a little vial, I ad to make sure I was looking away. It's just something about knowing it is my own blood and it's going out of me and filling up something that I usually used to make "clinking" sounds for the fun of it in science class. A SCIENCE class. I felt like I was being experimented on and the very next thing the nurse would do was brand me and then inject me with some kind of animal ecstasy that would make me feel like flying. But that didn't happen. She pulled it out and put gauze there and said put pressure on it. And boy did i put pressure on it. I pushed down on that thing like it was an annoying little poodle that a fat guy was sitting on, and my hand was the fat guy. I thought if I didn't put pressure on it it would turn into a gushing fire hydrant of blood and guts. A real life horror film. But she put a band-aid on it, kissed it better, and I walked out happy. Okay so maybe the second parts not true. But i don't really care. It made me feel better okay. Screw you.


....Douche.....

Firetech

So my mom and I are driving down the highway and we see a truck that is smoking. Ironically enough, the truck is a Firetech truck. Now, I've never heard of this company. I'm not exactly sure what they do. But whatever it is I'm guessing they are very tech-savy when it comes to fire. You know. Firewalls, Firefox, Fireware, etc. The last one may have been made up but I really don't care... Getting on with the irony. The Firetech truck is smoking. Not intending there is a fire, but simply making me and my mom laugh from the ironicness of the entire situation. And I looked at my mom and said, "I'm going to blog about this." So there you have it. It might've been one of those "you had to be there" moments. But if you don't think it's funny, you can make like a tree and get struck by lightning, mofo.

GoKarts.

I figured I'd blog about this. This past Saturday I had an unfortunate encounter with a gokart. It ended with me on the cement and extremely confused... Basically there was a 10 year old kid who decided it would be funny to run over me with a gokart. He was incapable of understanding that the red pedal was the break. And now suffers a broken nose from it. I, on the other hand, was only able to walk away from it because I jumped on the kart as he ran me over. If I would've been standing still, he would have pinned my legs into the side rail and theres a good chance they'd both be broken. I can't even imagine that pain. It's be like some one shoving that same gokart up your butt. It just doesn't work. Not so pleasant. Glad it didn't happen. Anyways that's my story. The only injuries I've suffered are on my neck. Nothing to serious. At least it doesn't seem like it. I'll let you know if I'm going to die or not.

Counting Cards

I recently saw the movie 21. I highly recommend this film. It was quite entertaining. My one complaint is.. I still have no f@$%@cking clue what counting cards is!!!!! I understand the concept but it when it comes down to actually knowing what to bet... Then I don't understand it at all. I know there's plus cards and minus cards and a count. But I have no idea what counting has to do with it. I think if I tried counting cards my brain would just explode everywhere in a bloody, poker chipped mess. You see, math has never been my specialty. I tend to study hard and then forget everything the minute i see that first "x" involved.... So what this all boils down to is... If you have a larger sized brain than the average human being... then there's a good chance you can make a crap load of money very quickly in many different ways. So use it. I, on the other hand, will stick to writing semi-funny blogs about the not-so-interesting aspects of life while people like Bill Gates bathe in money and wear fancy bath robes with their initials on them while smoking a pipe.

Damn Twizzlers

So here's the deal. I decided to go into a gas station to pick up some 5 hour energy for a first time try because I am so tired today. So I go in there and walk around a little bit. And I'm not sure why, but no matter the situation gas stations tend to seem like a little slice of heaven. Like a whole different world separate for the one we daily live in. There's a whole section of "on the go stuff," like a little bottle of ibuprofen or some mini toothbrushes for mouth emergencies. Then there's the food. So much food. It's so awful for you. It's like, "Eat me I look healthy but actually give you cancer!" So here's what I'm getting to: As I'm perusing through the food isles, I suddenly see a stand that says 2 for 2 king size candy! Now I'm a man who loves my candy. And then it happened. I got a sudden craving for Twizzlers. I wasn't in the least bit hungry when I walked in. But at that moment my body was screaming Twizzlers. I walked over, picked up a pack, and headed to the front. The lady then said, "You've gotta get 2 in order to get the deal, honey." A bubble of excitement then began to form... So many king sized candies... I couldn't decide! So I went with skittles, my second favorite distant only to Sour Patch Kids (R). Then my head goes... wait I'll need something to drink. So I grabbed a water. Then I grabbed a pomegranate flavored 5 hour energy on the way up to the cash register. So what should've been about 2.50 ended up being about six bucks. I blame my stomach. You evil, evil thing you. And this, children, is how I waste money. The end.

PS. If you ever think about getting 5 hour energy just know that it has a simply disgusting aftertaste. But after about 5 twizzlers and some water to wash them all down, it'll go away. And so far, I feel no more energized than I was 30 minutes ago.

Writer's Block

It is a deadly thing, it is. Thar be writer's  block on the eastern sky. She'll eat ye alive and leave the bones to her bottom feeder friends. She is the most ill-tempered creature alive. You might as well hang up yer hooks if ye ain't awaiting to die. Thar be no way to catch this beast.

Yeah so I have bad writers block. Well more like song writers block. I've been doing too much journaling and blogging and not enough poetry and song writing. It has left my head an empty wasteland of pure nothingness and it is driving me insane. Time to listen to some good music to get the writer motor running.... Wow that was lame... I can tell it's definitely not running right now. And it be eating me alive... And.. harties... and rum.... and Cap'n Jack Sparrow.....

........

Get the hell off my ship. Bloody landlubber.


*floats away*

Slow Motion

I want to have an entire hour of normal activities in slow motion. Just not walking. Like every time I would walk it'd be normal... but then when I'd pour a drink it'd be in super slow mo and I could just sit and stare at it and be amazed... I think if life was in slow motion I'd appreciate the little things anymore. Like a bug splatting against the window. Wouldn't that be like the most incredibly disgusting thing to see in slow motion? Yet, so amazing! There's just something about blood and guts that is cool to me. I like zombies. It would be even cooler if it was a zombie bug. Like, "I will eat your braaaaiiinnnnnnn!!!!" SPLAT! (explosion of zombie bug guts...) EPIC! Yes... that is what life would be like in slow mo. But I'm sure it'd get old after awhile. It'd take like 20 minutes to pee... I'd be frustrated by then and I'd give up and start walking away still peeing. And it would just be a mess....  But still awesome. But messy... but awesome... 




go away please....

Toilet Paper

Ya know what I've been thinking about? What was toilet paper like for the people before toilet paper was made? Like... ouch.. But I always see those commercials with the little bears dancing around and singing because their toilet paper is like cocaine of the bottom region apparently. And the little bear always takes too much of it cuz he just wants it, but silly little bear, he doesn't need that much toilet paper! But you know what's stupid? They forget to mention the part of what it used to be like for the little bear...

Scene 1:
Daddy bear walks in on little bear using too much toilet paper..

Daddy: Dammit, Junior! I told you only one pinecone! That's all you need and that's all you're getting!
Junior: But Daddy I hate pine cones! I want a soft cushy substance to use!!
Daddy: By Golly! Ya know, I hate those darn things too... You're brilliant my son! Simply brilliant! (Yes, bears have an educated British accent.)

The bears preceded to draw up plans of ingenious, complexity and came up with the most absorbent and comfortable wiping substance of all time. Toilet Paper.

Yes, Indeed. I am suggesting that bears invented toilet paper. Got a prob? Bite me. :)

JujyFruits (R)

Okay so my dad bought me a thing of JujyFruits(R) because I'm a sucker for gummy anything. Now could someone explain to me the shapes of these damn things? I mean what the frickin frack is this crap supposed to look like? Lets see, my interpretation of the shapes.... A fish with its head cut off, either a lego piece or peas (and who the hell thinks of peas while eating a fruity candy?), and (the only somewhat normal one) a gumdrop... or a thimble.. and then there's one that says Heide, the name of the company who makes them. First of all, who is this Heide bastard who makes insanely, stupid shaped candies? Is he some kind of criminal mastermind or evil scientist who was always picked on by the other tiny, evil geniuses as a child and sought revenge by making confusing candies to dominate the world with? Yes? I think yes. (Let's hope he never see's this and sues me for it... Just in case I'm gonna go up and add a fake "R" next to the name. There we go. All set!)  And second of all who thinks this way.... "What flavors should these candies be? Oh, how about orange, cherry, lime, lemon, and..... Hmmm.... just to mess with people's heads.. let's throw in a purple one and instead of it tasting like grapes, let's make it licorice!" Jimmeny freakin' Christmas.... The first bite into one of those fake grape ones and I nearly choked from the shocking mishap that just so happened to be the taste of licorice in my mouth.

In conclusion, I must say that these are not my favorite and that Sour Patch Kids (R) rock the socks off of these sadly misshaped candy...

Cool Voices

Okay, so I'm jealous of people like Seth Mcfarlane (Family Guy) and his incredible amount of voices. He can do  all kinds of cool voices. And if I attempted to do anything it sounds pathetic. For example, if I'm trying to do a Hispanic accent, there is a very good chance the by the time I'm on to the fourth sentence it'll sound like a bad combination of Chinese and British. British is probably the easiest one. But I want to learn a perfect Scottish accent. If I could do that I'd be ready to die. My life would be complete. Because Scottish accents are so freaking rad. It is literally ridiculous how awesome they are. You can call a girl "bonny" and they'll tackle you. So I'm gonna start to learn to talk in a Scottish accent. Oui Oui...

Zombie Movies

There's just something about insane people with crazy eyes and missing limbs that makes me enjoy the thought of being able go on a zombie killing spree. I'd be that kid who you never think would survive one of those things but who happens to be  a tactical zombie killing master. I'd have  a backpack with all these weapons and a chainsaw attached to my machine gun. EPIC. But at the same time, I'm pretty happy that I'm not in a zombie movie. Because usually only about 2 of the main characters survive and I can't imagine being ripped to pieces.... I couldn't handle it... I'd be like, "Screw this!!! Damn Zombie!" Then I'd just give the zombies that disappointed/ angry look and say, "No! NO!!! Bad zombie! You should no better.... You douche..." And after they stop crying I'd take them for ice cream and I'd push them on the swings and I'd bash their head in with a bat...

THE people

Okay. There's a certain group of people that bug the crap out of me. It's the literal and ignorant. Not the literal people and the ignorant people. The literal, ignorant people. Here's what I mean. So let's say I post a facebook status with song lyrics like... IDK.... the Manchester song, "I've got friends." My status says, "I've got friends in all the right places. I know what they want and I know they don't want me to stay." Now here's what a literal, ignorant person would comment on that status: "Wow, you should hang out with better friends...they sound mean." HARDY FREAKIN HAR HAR! Lemme let you in on a little secret... if the status doesn't make sense to you... don't comment on it. You'll end up just sounding like a silly brained person and just irritate that person and the people who read the status and know what it means. Oh, you know who you are.... Don't give me that little smirk... you know EXACTLY who you are...  That person that likes to get a rise out of people by saying something very confusing or stupid... You KNOW who you are.... And I'll get you... don't you forget it.. Watch your back... One of these days... I'll comment on a status off yours... and you'll never know what'll happen when I do... So all of you who are so literally ignorant, Please, at least use your ignorance to act like you know you're ignorance is literally ignorant ignorance. Please and thank you.


P.S. I'm almost positive none of that made sense. But I don't care.

Farewell

Hitting people on the head

Okay, this is my July 7th post... it's just late at night. haha. SOOOO I was/am watching Who's Line Is It Anyway (which I freaking love), and basically they did a gospel song and at the end they were hitting each other in the head's and passing out. It was rather hilarious. But I started to think... Is this how people know Christians? Hitting each other on the head and passing out? It's rather sad. We're supposed to reach out and love people. Not scare the crap out of them. The way I see it is all of this overly dramatized stuff is one of the main things that scares people away from Christians. I know it scares the crap out of me. I hate that stuff. It makes me feel so awkward and uncomfortable. There's a time for it. But at the same time I find it hard to believe people when they do that kind of stuff. More of a serious topic. But I just don't understand Christians. They're pathetic sometimes.
Okay I'm bored with talking about this nonsense.

Toodles

Flaming Zombooka - Free Arcade & Classic Game from AddictingGames!

I missed yesterdays blog because I had work, at the incredible place of adventures and crossings. I have literally no idea what to blog about so I'll post up something I found. Addictinggames has sucked lately. But there's one game I played all the way through and therefore it is addicting... FLAMING ZOMBOOKA!!

Flaming Zombooka - Free Arcade & Classic Game from AddictingGames!: "

Flaming Zombooka

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Hitler was a Douche

It has come to my attention, after watching the movie Valkyrie, that Mr. Adolf Hitler was a douche. Now, I've always known that this fellow was an evil and very douchey man. Yes I said "douchey." But this time was different because in this movie, he simply WILL NOT die! And it really bothered me. I knew he wouldn't die because I, being the history buff that I am, am aware of him blowing his brains out or eating poison or some strange ritual in-between them. And I knew they wouldn't change the true story very much in the movie because they wanted to keep it as realistic as possible... did I mention the entire movie is in English? And not just English. They all had British accents, besides Tom Cruise of course. I mean what the hell? That'd be like the Germans re-enacting a movie about the life of Babe Ruth and the entire thing being in German with a Russian accent. Anyways, he WOULD NOT die! And another thing... There's a scene where they go to Hitler's estate. They enter the room where he is and he's sitting around having a conversation, about God only knows what, and the people are laughing and he's laughing.. Was Hitler a happy person? Did he invent the many Jew jokes that people tell today? He certainly wasn't Jewish. So he couldn't have been THAT funny. (no offense to any Jewish people who aren't funny...if they exist.) It says on my good friend wikipedia that he actually didn't mind Jews for awhile, while he was selling art and being homeless. And then something sort of snapped, maybe? So in the end he was simply a lunatic who had control of an empire. Why does this happen? There are so many accounts throughout history of "the insane kings." But I think I've figured it out... If some crazy dude on the street came up to me and said, "Hey can I be king?" I'd have no choice but to say yes.. Think about it... Would you really tell a crazy person "No, you mofo, you can't be king." I most certainly would not. And therefore I believe that Hitler was the most successful homeless man to ever walk this earth.

The End.

Dreaming the Inevitable "Overloaded Brain Dream."

This just happened to me... Basically I started my job yesterday at "Adventure's Crossing." This is quite possibly the last place you'd have an adventure of any sort; the mediocre children's rides, the carousel that doesn't play carnival music when it spins, the pizza with all of the toppings that fall off when you pick it up.. you get the point. Not adventurous. Anyways, I'd been nervous all day long about starting this job. It was constantly on my mind. It's like one of those songs that you hear flipping through the radio, not even listening to the whole thing, but it gets stuck in your head ALL day. I had this guy, Josh, train me how to do EVERYTHING. So I was taking in quite a lot of information about this adventurous  facility. By the time I got home around 12:45 in the a.m., My brain was pretty much exploding with information about this place. So i crawled into bed, after demolishing a hot pocket and enjoying about 15 minutes of Fun with Dick and Jane, and every single dream I had was about this place. Whether the soda machines were exploding, I was training the new guy (me), or I was humming my own tune in my head to the carousel's dull circles of silence; but no matter what, my dreams were all about this place. And I started waking up very frustrated. I'd tell myself, "Okay, Tony, this time make it a good dream. You need to try harder, c'mon!" So I'd try. But no matter what, I would always end up back at the place where it is apparent that life and adventures cross paths. Has this ever happened to you? If so, tell me about it. It's always good to here you're just as insane as the rest of the world. :)

Toodles.

Midnight Goldfish Run

First of all I'd like to say it'd be nice to not be sued by Pepperidge Farm because I used their tasty snackage in my blog name. Ya know, just in case one day I get incredibly famous from this one blog. Hey....It could happen... Basically this blog is just for fun. It's for my thoughts and other peoples thoughts and the thoughts of those who don't know what they're currently thinking. And that's another thing. Most of these blogs will be written during the wee hours of the morning because I'm a night owl to the max so some of them may make almost no sense to you whatsoever. First off I'd like to say I'm a Christian but an extremely unconservative one. So many of my topics will be about why Christians just simply suck. And others will have nothing to do with religion or anything and will simply be stupid stuff that I enjoy to think about and thus share my thoughts with the readers, whom hopefully one day will be more than just my mom and two friends. So as we begin our journey through the seemingly timeless vortex of my mind, feel free to comment and give your opinions. And if you read something you like, tell your friends.

Also, I cuss sometimes and may say things about anything that might offend you. So if you are easily offended please don't comment because no one wants to hear your crap... Just kidding :) I would love to hear your crap. Hope you Enjoy!

Much Love,

Anthony