Birthday Bomb

Disaster befalls the day I was born. Ever since Heath died the day has been cursed. I think one time I wikipedia'd the day I was born and found out that a plane burst into flame and exploded upon landing on my birthday. Somehow it seemed appropriate. Good thing the sun shone just a bit brighter the day I was born lolz.

I think for Halloween I want to be an lol cat. That's what my sight is set on now.

To infinity and beyond.

In other news...those 2 lovely ladies are the two of the top actresses in the Evansville theatre department. I think it's clear why.

That bitch just got Bunko

Now, call me crazy...but if a Bunko night just wasn't the cherry on my weekend sundae then my stage name isn't Milo Riley anymore. In the heat of the dice throwing, hissing, and hair pulling it did become blatantly obvious that half the world has good reason to completely hate this game. As for me? I'll bunko up my night in a second before playing that sissy, second rate, adopted step-child Yahtzee anymore.

Hospital Holligans

Last night I had an exciting trip to the ER after my lungs and innards felt as if they caught fire within me after my nightly jog. It was quite the event. Some of the magical highlights include the student nurse inserting the IV in my arm calling my vain "a juicy one." After this, her and the RN (who could not have been more than 22) took six viles of blood from my arm and proceeded to ask me some very important questions...my favorite of which being:

RN: Have y'all ever tried Razzles?

Strapped to an EKG Riley: Um...the candy?

RN: yeah! you know, the candy that turns into gum?

Student Nurse: Thats what we're eating right now...they're making me sick.

RN: Me too. So gross. Alright...well you're just going to have some plastic sticking out of your arm for a while but...it should be fine.


.....Evansville.

Just like..Mah life.

We four all live together.

There is blonde hair on every surface of this house..even in my underwear.

We're pretty

Lil Prick

By calculating mass of intake multiplied by servings per day, I have deduced that if poked...this is what I would bleed. And If Harry Potter were real....my Patronus would be the NesQuik bunny.

Highlights of Lowlights

I have just spent the second half of my winter break in Evansville and "Only god knows how to find me" Saginaw Michigan. Some highlights of my wintery life here the past two weeks:

While buying some beer at the liquor store, the cashier (Whom for the sake of this story, we shall call Gene) grabs my ID, looks at the state i'm from and exclaims, "Where you from in Nevada?" I reply, "Um..Las Vegas." Gene says, "Oh shit! I married one of my wives in Las Vegas!"

Thank you Evansville.

My favorite and coincidentally future beholding favorite moment in Saginaw came when I sat down to watch my school's performance of Courtship and Valentine's Day. Now, we had set our coats in the best seats we could find an hour before the doors opened since we were helping set up the show. When it came time to sit I was next to my good friend Nick Steen, and even in the fifth row center of the orchestra seating I managed to place my coat behind a seat that, of course, got taken up by a 6 and a half foot man. To this I simply said "This is my life...always sitting behind the tall guy." To this Nick replied, "Riley...you should have a blog."

And so it shall be.

3,2,1 and such

Alright, screw this. I don't quite know how to make my blog look all cool yet but it will happen... one day. I can't feel satisfied until I know I have a blog where some passerby just passers by and says "hey, look at this guy. This guy is making a funny face in his picture. This guy...eh..this guy is going places." I imagine his name is Stu and he knows how to change oil in a car. I could use Stu right about now....my car was due for an oil change a couple hundred miles ago. Pass by Stu....I need you pal.

This blog is my remedy to yearly mass e-mails that let every person on my e-mail list know what i'm "up to." Where once a year I can remind all my closest friends around the country that i'm still poor. Why remind them once a year when I can make a significant effort to mention it once a day in a blog post?

Quote of the day: "Back off girlfriend, I'm taking this happy meal to go."

That's what I lived my life by today...take it in.