my old blog headline

life isn't what you make of it, you are the product of what life thinks you should be. certain aspects can be changed/manipulated, but life is just a vessel. we're all along for the ride. respect it. cherish it for all it's worth.

HAPPY SCOOPDAAAAY!!!

This is a pic of m'scoop on scoopday! Isn't she a most wonderful scoop? Are you jealous of my scoop?

I guess there is absolutely no hope of passing my english course. But judith lafourest was really helpful. I think i'll be a teacher after all.

I'm sitting in a movie theater right now. Pulling a double feature. We tried to get into street kings, but we have to settle for harold and kumar. Then we're gonna do baby mama.

Iron man tomorrow!!!!!

Movie's starting.

Ryan bundy
africa

randomness

Taste on this delicious cock bitch.

Some sprite.

Dollar beer night

I just returned to the mooresville house (amanda's cousin's house) and I'm pretty krunked out baby. I ran into justin knight, which is strange. Not justin strange, but he's cool too.

So I'm back at the house (hoping for the sexy time to happen). Kathy griffin is on bravo. Her standup is pretty decent. Austie, Diesel, and Meadow are the cutest damn things, even though I'm scared as shit of them.

My double sucked. At least my break did. I ended up driving back to mooresville for absolutely no reason at all. Amanda was at her real house, sleeping in her real bed. I just killed time until she woke up, when we ate b-dubs. It was nice.

Amanda. I'm telling you. No one reads my damn blog. Really. I could say whatever the hell I want and no one would give a shit. Really. I really hope you start to read my blog though. Maybe that would serve as motivation for writing in it daily (like I've vowed to do). Thank you honey. You've filled me, yet again, with purpose.

I often think of something that causes me to say to myself, "I gotta remember that for the next time I bloggy." but I never remember. If I start taking notes, I may come up with a reader or two. Maybe. Ryan bundy.

africa

this is frustrating

after dicking around with my goddamn cell phone for 4 days, i finally just gave up and reinstalled gmail on my phone. i had tried to blog a party from my phone last weekend, but it didn't work at all. i was hanging out at greg's house and it got busted. greg, erin, tim, mandolin, and some big dude all went to jail. greg got a contributing to minors charge. the original post was much more in depth, but i guess it wasn't that big of a deal in retrospect. when asked what was in his pockets by the cops, greg responded with "only the most baller shit you've ever seen, but you wouldn't know anything about that." i lol'd a little on that one.

i've been hanging out with amanda for the past week at a house in mooresville. she's house-sitting for this lady she knows. it's pretty damn cool. we have been just doing whatever the hell we want for a straight week now. the dogs are weapons.

that's it for now. now that i've got my cell phone up and running again, i'll be back to posting more.

I just methodically went through and tagged all of the posts within this blog. damn, it was like digging into my past and putting "labels" on all of these different events and periods of my life. it was a very interesting way to get an introspective on myself. i didn't realize that so many different things have happened to me, and so many different things have not been written about.

The first thing i'll say is that i've been dating a beautiful girl named amanda bauer for about four months now. she's awesome. we met in high school, and i've always thought that she was a pretty cool chick.

i now work at t.g.i. friday's. i met greg dickert there. he's a good dude. he was really there for me when candace and i split (she lives in slovakia now with the parents). i really like my job. i've actually been there for about nine months now.

on candace. she left me. she says that she needs to figure out who she is or some emo bullshit like that. the breakup was hell. i had to move in with my mom and sleep on her floor until i could find a place. i eventually moved in with dave hoffman. she's been calling me alot lately to tell me how much she misses me and that she regrets leaving me. i'm thinking, "too late bitch." she had her chance. i put my heart on a goddamn platter for her and it wasn't enough.

i don't know WHAT i would've done without abbey fitz. she was seriously the main reason i made it through the breakup without doing some dumb shit. she talked to me pretty much every day and really helped me through a low point in my life. this girl seriously did some amazing things for me and i will never forget or take her for granted.

Anyway, about dave's. that place kicked ass. micky and alex eickoff lived with us for a while, but they ended up moving out because dave kept fist fighting them. but, after a few weird dates, i met up with amanda and the house ended up being the place where we did most of our hanging out.

i took the v-card.

i'm about 3/4 of the way through the second semester (first full year) of college. it's going alright. i honestly had higher expectations for myself. i thought i would do alot better after having candace and amanda tell me how smart i am all the time. i guess the material isn't the difficult part, it's going to class and staying alert. that's a toughie.

i guess that pretty much sums up the state of things. i'm feeling pretty good. i guess it's time to shove off and go back to work.

africa

Spring has officially SPRUNG

I talked to dave yesterday about getting the band back together for some shows this summer. he said that he's definitely down and that austin would be too. i think it would be nice to just get out there and play some damn shows. i'm so sick of seeing all these other bands take off and have success doing what we were doing 3 years ago, ya know? so, i was thinking that we could do some shows with massacre at ronoake and maybe summon the destroyer. those are dave and corey's bands. i dunno. we'll see. i just need to talk to corey and erik and see what happens.

i don't know why i can't bring myself to attend english.

Friends, i should be in english class right now, but i can't bring myself to do it. i'm sitting in the student lounge on the 4th floor. my class is happening right above me, but i just can't do it. maybe it's the shame of having not done a single assignment for this class all semester. i feel like my instructor looks at me and sees a floating "f" above my head, and i cannot face her because of this. i know it's not that bad. what will end up happening is i'll probably do a bunch of the assignments and get mediocre grades on them. just enough to get me through the course. it'll have to do.

wow, i just saw john from history, jasmine from work, and sam from math, all in about a 10 second timeframe.

Primo Spot!!!!

Primo spot and no aids!!!!!!

a lot of fun

this thing was pretty awesome. i never really thought that a renaissance fair would interest me much, but i was TOTALLY WRONG. i had a great time. our knight was a pussy, but that’s cool.

See more progress on: Ohio Renaissance Festival

first semester is in the books

straight a’s are a tough thing to accomplish. i mean, it would be nice, but so would climbing to the summit of mount goddamn everest. i’m pretty smart. no, not smart. clever. that is a more accurate description of how my brain works. and let me tell you, friends, stephen hawking’s explanation of black holes and anti-matter have NOTHING to do with cleverness. i’ve clever-ly duped everyone around me into believing that i’m a smart guy. but dude, this shit is tough.

let me backtrack a little. i guess i am somewhat smart. i don’t lick windows. i’ve never tried to hunt pumas with a hammer. i’m at least smart enough to know that a puma could spill my guts before me and gash me about the head and shoulders before i could get in one good blow with that hammer.

but i digress. straight a’s is gonna be tough. i don’t see it happening this semester, either. i dropped my sociology class today because every time i’d sit down to do my project, my brain would tell me to watch funny youtube videos instead. and my brain controls my body, so how do i argue with that. in fights between me and my brain, brain wins. think about it. if i want to do my project, but my brain wants me to check out the paris hilton sex tape, how do i beat that? are they giving out a’s to people who can recite the “drink your milkshake” scene word-for-word? if they are, i’m in like flint. if not, i guess i’ll write again next semester. _sorry

See more progress on: get straight A's

least of my worries

that one measly little speeding ticket, as it turns out, is the least of my worries. i’ll just leave it at that.

See more progress on: pay off speeding ticket ($200)

minor steps

i guess it’s pretty safe to say that the ball is rolling and picking up speed as it rolls. i’ve now completed one semester of college and i’m working on the second. this stuff is pretty hard. but, i went ahead and enrolled in a creative writing class led by judith laforest. she’s pretty inspiring, one of those types who likes to tell you that you can do whatever you want as long as you “put your mind to it”. that’s great and all, but i’ve put my mind to lots of things and learned that it doesn’t always work out like that. but i digress.

on a more positive note, i purchased strunk and white’s “Elements of Style”. it is a very good read (about as good as it could be considering that it’s a goddamn grammar book). it was kind of interesting how i came about that one. i had heard from one of my colleagues in creative writing that stephen king’s “On Writing” is one of the best books for aspiring writers and is definitely a good read. when i asked judith laforest her opinion on the work, she agreed and suggested “elements of style”. well, i found myself killing time in a used book store that week and saw a good-as-new copy of king’s book and purchased it. as i started to read, i found it amusing that king made it a point to boldly illustrate how short the actual book is. in his writing, he said that books on writing are typically full of bullshit (which i have found to be true). anyway, he name dropped “elements of style” in the foreword of HIS book on writing, so i went ahead and picked that one up too.

i guess i’m rambling. you may call it rambling, at least. i think it’s a pretty amusing story. about as amusing as a story about buying grammar books could be!

i guess i’ll go ahead and call it a blog. i’d hate to think that i would keep writing about bullshit and someone out there would actually stumble on this blog and read the damn thing hoping for substance. go somewhere else. you’re not gonna get it here.

ryan bundy

i think i’ll start putting my name on my blogs.

ryan bundy

sounds good.

ryan bundy

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hojo's gone

howard johnson. rest in peace. you were a good van.

See more progress on: get hojo fixed