No one has actually requested a TyCast, but luckily I can read minds. You want it and you know it. I refuse to call it a podcast because ipods are huge pieces of junk (ok... the nano is pretty cool...), because most people probably won't listen to it on an ipod, and further because I like sticking my name into anything.
Anyway, this is the first TyCast I've ever done. But boy, did I outdo myself. I tackled tough issues affecting citizens of the world today like : my domestic problems, lying to my neighbor, my addiction, and probably some other stuff I forgot.
Chiggity-chiggity-check it right here - TyCast #1 (12:10)
Maybe you can start an underground society of laundry artists. Then, maybe, that will motivate you to take 10 minutes away from playing free cell to put your clothes in the dryer. Or better yet, just spend $30 a month and take your clothes to the EcoMat and let them do it for you like I used to.
Now I can say you sound like a pretty cool guy (as opposed to only writing like one). Your tonality, elocution, word choice and style of patter is very similar to one of my buds.
Yes, Tynan is better than my boyfriend. Then again I'm a hetero male so I don't have one and never had, but if I can imagine... well sure, why not.
This blog has brightened my life as much as any blog could. Okay, maybe not as much as treehugger, but you don't hock stuff I could buy. But that's an indirect luminescense. I'll donate something someday soon.
Continuing with the theme of weird things about me that could possibly point to some psychological conditions - I hate birthdays. Rest assured that it's not my birthday. I wanted to write this on my birthday, but instead I waited some amount of time so that no one would know when it is.
Yeah, that's right. I don't tell people when my birthday is. My family knows, since they were intimately involved in the event we're supposed to celebrate, but very few of my friends know. Kristen bribed me by making me a really cool clay rock for my fish tank, so I told her. The only two friends who called were Nicole and Nick, both of which I would have thought would never call. I've seen Nicole once in the past two years, and Nick has been in Pennsylvania for quite some time.
I don't know exactly what it is about birthdays. I just don't like people making a big deal out of it. I hate getting birthday presents (along with Christmas presents), and I hate it when people wish me a happy birthday. All these family members and Nick and Nicole called, and I ignored all of their calls. I didn't call them back either.
I was happy. Everything was going well. I wasn't really popular in school or anything like that but it was okay, you know. Because I had friends. Really good friends: Nancy and Miranda. And both of them meant so incredible much to me. I've told them everything. All of my secrets because that's what friends do, right?-Trusting each other. I did. I've trusted them like an idiot!
And then in summer 2013 they began hating each other and Nancy embarrassed Miranda in front of the whole school and I have to say: It was all my fault! We were a trio and I destroyed everything... because I've tried to be a good person.
So it all started when Miranda had told me that she would try to distance a bit from Nancy and me. She had told me that it wasn't my fault but hers. She didn't like Nancy anymore. She said that I shouldn't tell her, but I did. I have no idea why, but I did. And that's the reason why everything escalated.
We were in the cinema and watched that new movie that came out and to be honest: I can't even remember the title because the only thing I can remember from that day is seeing Miranda crying and everyone was standing around her and Nancy said words that I don't really want to repeat... so it was horrible -and I didn't do anything against it. I was just standing there and staring. no "sorry"s, no "Stop it"s. No words because there were none that could describe what I was feeling.
My best friend cried because of the things my other best friend thought about her... because of me.