scribbles

scribbles
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First class is done. It was a snoozer.

Halfway through the girl next me puts a note on my desk. it was total sixth grade. On it was the line, "This guy is a tool"

He sort of was.

I thought this was nothing short of hilarous though. The situation quickly escalated.

comings and goings

Today I start college again.

No computers this time. Just pencils, pens, and paint. 2 nights a week from 5:30 to 9. Yikes, thats hard on a homebody.

Friday I am off to Indiana. Sunday I am off to atlanta. Tuesday night I come back home. Wednesday night I have class.


Shew-wee.

An open letter to my friends

The next time memorial day comes around I'd like to ask a favor of you.
When we head up to the lakehouse let's be a little more careful about the room selection situation. Granted, I picked the room with the 4 beds because it was the only one left. I chose the single standalone bed for a reason. It was the most remote and clearly the bunk bed wasn't an option.

The thing is, the remotest of beds will not protect my noise zone barrier when a buddy hooks up with a hefty girl. This goes double when they are in the top bunk. No matter how quiet you think you are being, it's not quiet enough. Dude, she's hefty. There were more creaks the Yosemite Park.

I'm a trooper and I understand that sometimes you have to take one for the team, but there is a breaking point for everything. Once I heard zipper, I was out of there.
I'm sure that threw you off of your game for a moment. My bad. However, I was justified when minutes later I saw everyone else exit the room.

I'm not knocking you. In fact, the next morning when I was cooking breakfast and you walked in, grinned and apologized. "I'm sorry", you said with a chuckle. "No your not", I replied.

"No, I'm really not", was your retort.

Being a guy is awesome. Just don't bang chubbies in the same room as me and we'll be cool.

Picture 192

Picture 192
Originally uploaded by ruelloehr.

This sucks. I lost the cord for my camera, so I cannot get the pictures off of it. I'm stuck with the shitty cell phone camera.

I really want a polaroid one instead. They have way more style. Do you remember polaroids? It's what perverts used before digital cameras came along.

private thoughts

We moved offices and now I have my own private office. There is a window, a desk and thermostat controls. These are all good things.

The thing which I am most happy about is that I no longer have to hold my farts in.

Picture 191

Picture 191
Originally uploaded by ruelloehr.

A new picture to start the summer.

i feel like this today

real life email

While in my margarita-induced coma, I came up with a perfect solution. It's so obvious I can't believe we missed it. Ruel's brother should be our lead singer. Let's weigh the pros and cons:

Pros
1. He's got tattoos
2. He's mean
3. He can direct his rage, through music, at society, police, whatever, instead of at his brother's/housemate's obnoxiously loud friend with a drumset.
4. We can practice AT ANY TIME.

Cons
1. He's mean.

The results of this comprehensive assessment are decisive -- Ruel's brother must become our lead singer. You can't argue with science (or bulleted lists). Ruel, notify your brother of his new appointment.

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sketchdump 205

sketchdump 205
Originally uploaded by ruelloehr.

My white trash status is now confirmed. My garage contains two washers, one of which is non-functional. I have no immediate plans to remove the second.

It's a sad, sad day in my life.

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sketchdump 204
Originally uploaded by ruelloehr.

A quick afternoon sketch. School signups are this week. Volleyball league signups as well. Score.