For those of you who care I've been doing some work spreading the word about my blog both on Facebook and Twitter. To my surprise it has worked with a lot of success and great feedback! Last post (#23) is the most viewed post in Toddilus history. My blog is read in 10 different countries regularly which I think is pretty cool and also a feasible reason why most other countries think we are crazy... and for this I apologize. So if you are a regular reader spread the word too! I've enjoyed writing this blog mostly for myself for quite some time, I realize that some seek entertainment from it, so for the betterment of both of us I've been trying to increase the quality of both of our experiences.
I'm just going to jump right into this. I gave up Facebook for lent. "What is that?" you may ask. Well, its a huge community of social networkers and most of them post statuses about boogers, where they are, or to try to piss people off. All of which combined make a wonderful experience keeping you in touch with friends and that sort of jazz. Anyway I gave it up. After the twitching and uncontrollable seizures subsided, I realized that i have an awful lot more time to do other stuff like pick boogers and not take 5 minutes to post a status about it... my god thats almost enough time to flick it! See what I mean?.... the possibilities are truly endless. What I am getting at is that since I have had all this extra time, I have been learning the ways of the Twitter. Let me begin by giving some simple translations. One doesn't simply say... "Caught up on glee last night, might spend the day in the park". Silly you. CORRECTION: "Caught up on #glee #whatididlastnight, might spend the day in the #park '@blah blah w/e park it is'" It is also a great way to be seen, so if you have a blog, or some other medium to promote while making relationships with people in the same hobby as you I highly recommend it. That was my thoughtless rambling for today.
As my blog's trend insists that I tell a long elaborated story about someone or something that is either A. easy to make fun of B. something that annoyed me or C. something miserable that happened to me, I will continue as such. As you know yesterday was St. Patty's Day... I am not irish, nor do I particularly care for leprechauns they are creepy. I did however, decide to go out, just as any college aged gentleman like myself would. I got ready in the usual way, Shirt, Pants... typical. Little did I know, I was designing something. I was carelessly pushing aside bad clothing options as I normally do instead of hanging them back up.... which I normally do later. Shoes, shirts, laundry bin- all had been shuffled about my room in creating the work of genius I call- The Robes of Todd. Anyway I left in the usual way leaving any thought of my room behind. Lurking in the shadows behind a heavy wooden door lay what I have come to call- The Machine. It's gears waiting patiently for my return. A single drop of blood rolls down a series of pulleys and sprockets as the opening credits roll. I stumbled back late that night, belly full with a greasy Denny's Skillet (Yum). I could feel each bit of bacon dancing around a sea of cheese covered egg in my belly. Did I mention I don't chew? Like really I just open my mouth and kind of let everything flow in. Right- So anyway. Little did I know it was particularly quiet I could hear each toe bouncing about the inside of my shoes, but I paid it no mind. I place my hand on the door knob, slowly engaging the trap with each moment the knob is turned. I swung the door open and proceeded to enter. Just as I was about to turn on the light it happened. A perfectly placed 8 pack of gatorade, halted my foot from further travel, to which I sought to regain balance. Little did I know the laundry bin had replaced the desk chair and into which I plummeted. Towering like a statue of some hated dictator I fell to the screams of angry civilians. Quickly I regained balance and proceeded to the light clipped to my bed. When suddenly I was attacked! A plastic hanger had somehow attached to my shoe and caught in the leg of the repositioned desk chair. Feeling this I quickly turn around breaking the hanger and throwing the chair sideways beneath my feet. Its legs were much to powerful to avoid especially in the dark. There I lay flattened and defeated.. tangled in the legs of a desk chair thinking "My god... who did this to me?". So after much groaning and my Peter Griffin impression. I went to get up. Cue music... I slowly bring my foot up to push off the god forsaken ground. Weak, tired and sweating my body trembles in shock from what has just occurred. Every bone in my body is broken! (roll with me), one last shot at regaining power is left. With much force I begin to rise from the hell to which I was condemned by an 8-pack of lemon lime gatorade. Only a few short moments between me and redemption! I will rise to regain power of my domain! SMASH! HOW COULD THIS BE? HAVE I BEEN DEFEATED!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Tattered my body falls with a crash back to the ground each bone reverberating as the force of the impact rattles through my soul.... dead. To my surprise I hit my head on the bottom of the desk drawer, which sent me back down for more pain. You may now close the youtube window. Luckily no one really died in the making of that genius literary and musical synchronization. I must however say that I did experience quite a lofty amount of pain. Moral of the story as I am sure it is more than obvious in its telling is to leave with the light on so that you can see when you return... duh.
This is all I have for today. I hope that you are enjoying yourself thoroughly in whatever endeavors you may be on at this point in time. I would also encourage you to leave some feedback wherever it is easiest... Facebook, commenting on this post, or twitter. Thank you guys for reading I hope you enjoyed it and I will see you again soon.
And here's She & Him to play us out.... That doesnt make sense- to play us out? There's no words there... To play us out?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!? THING SUCKS... Fine we'll do it live... WE'LL DO IT LIVE!
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back at her in disbelief. To which I responded "ooook?" and then she again told me take a seat. Ugh. Ok so after waiting 20 minutes I realized after zoning out that I've been waiting for a really long time. I look to the large storm door that is the exit. I see my shelving. I guess nobody decided to tell me. So I try to fake the steps to the exit. Hop, skip, whirl. JUMP! and ok I landed right on the market. 