I’m alive, just getting over my ear operation. Sorry for no updates, but with all the dizziness, I’m doing my best to type here and make it make a little sense. I’ll have a real post within a few days. Until then, I’m stuck with a giant wad of cotton on the side of my head.

later

I might go ahead and become addicted to my pain pills. They are my true love.

I wish I were a sad song. If I were, I’d know just how to say what I feel and I’d make other people feel it, too. If I was a sad song, I’d log some major airtime, everyone would be my audience. I could make your heart bleed and make you weep at my honesty. Choosing the right words is difficult sometimes, but not for a sad song. Every note is perfectly placed for an ultimate delivery. Sad songs never go out of style. See, that’s why I want to be a sad song, cause a sad song can be sad and no one thinks it’s being silly. But I only want to be a sad song on late nights when I’m exhausted and stressed and missing what is miles away. I guess even the words of a sad song can’t exactly describe the feelings. If I were a sad song, I couldn’t tell you, though. Sad songs are best when they go unshared. Just you, the words, the music, the emotion, and the sad song, alone together, in a blanket on a chair in a cold, dark room. Together.

I don't know what's with this post. I'll probably take it down later, after I've slept.

peace.

I had to get a physical today for my surgery on the 23rd. I passed the physical but found out a few startling facts.

1. I have gained five pounds. Scary.
2. The nurse said I was 5’9. Whatever! The only reason she measured me at that height had to be because I carry thirty pounds of books, notes, tests, ACT packets, files of files of files, and textbooks. My book bag is making me shrink. If she had measured me in the morning, I would have been at least two inches taller. I AM NOT 5’9!
3. If you go out one of the doors exiting to the street, you get trapped. See, it has two doors, but only the first one opens. The second is locked. And the one you can go through doesn’t open form the other side. I was trapped like a rat. Literally.
4. Some skater punks had to get stitches because they had an accident. I want to be a skater punk, too.

I think that’s it. Nothing too important. Mainly I wanted to stress the fact that I AM NOT 5’9!

That’s it.

peace.

So I had a post that was intended to be funny, and I meant nothing but humor, but I was informed that maybe it was going overboard. Yeah, it was. So I'll not continue that line of humor. It was a good idea when I began, I thought. Oh well, sorry for the non-update really.

Lucky for you I subscribe the Star Tribune. Yes, I’m talking directly to you, blog viewer. See, every day excluding Sunday, we Minnesotans enjoy a little section of the paper called Variety. To put it simply, it’s the frilly section which holds information on why you should/shouldn’t watch Friends this year, the best way to reuse your old table clothes, movie reviews, cd releases, and comics. As important as it is to know if Jonny Lang’s new release is really worth purchasing or not, the most important part of the Variety section is shoved in the top right corner of the comics. This is the place to find Isaac Asimov’s Super Quiz. See, the great thing about the super quiz is that every day you can find out if you’re smart or if you’re a freaking loser who needs to get a clue about being stupid. Really, this quiz lets you know. So for your own good, I’m providing you with Asimov’s Super Quiz online, which I pay for instead at the cost of 50 cents per. The bad thing about the online version is that they don’t break down the level of smartness based on the points system. Again, you’re lucky. I’m going to tell you how to rate yourself.

Here’s the deal. You get 1 point for the first three questions or “Freshman Level”. You get 2 points for the next three or the “Graduate Level”. Finally, you get 3 points for each correct of the final three or the “Ph.D. Level”.

Scoring is like this:
18 points: Good Job Doctor.
15-17: Honors graduate
10-14: You’re plenty smart, but no grind.
4-9: You really should hit the books.
1-3: Enroll in remedial courses immediately!
0: Who reads the questions to you?

See, some days I’m an honors graduate, on Monday I guess I really should have hit the books. Once I actually got Doctor. But mostly I think I’m smart, I just don’t have any grind. It really depends. Take the quiz several times, on several quizzes. See how your self-esteem gets stomped on by Isaac Asimov. (To make yourself feel better after taking Monday's quiz, take the one on 10-11. It's easy.)

On a side note, I played this game with a coworker for a week at a nickel a point. I won a nickel at the end of the six days. It was a tight race to the end. Thank goodness for countries on the equator. A come from behind victory, really.

That’s it.

peace.

By the way, what ever happened to J.J. Whatshisface from high school? Grant's friend. Is he still alive? Just wonderning all the sudden cause Jonny Lang's picture sure looks like him.

I’d give today a six out of ten for good day/bad day. I didn’t feel well at all, I left my lesson at home and had to make up material on the spot for my kids, and I still had class to look forward to. So I’m sitting on the bus and all the sudden I hear the beginning rift of Yellow Ledbetter and the sound of Eddie’s voice singing, “Unsealed, on a porch a letter set, then you said I wanna leave it again…” I look up to see a silver 2004 Audi A4 3.0 convertible blasting scarcely audible words from one incredibly distinguished voice. I shook my head and realized that it was all going to be okay.

So Jared helped me out with a comments section...still needs work, but it's good for now. If you want to bash me/the site/my mom, this is the time and place to do it. and since i don't know how to remove comments that are made, you can pretty much say whatever you want and I can't do anything about it.

have fun with that.

peace.

Can someone, anyone, tell me/create a comments section for me? I'll even give you my password to make the necessary changes.
please help...need...witty...feedback.

message me please. or email. mikewomack@hotmail.com

So I guess Randy is alive and Josh is a free man. Congrats on both accounts. Here's a list of what else is new...or maybe not so new:

1. Some neighbor likes to steal my newspaper every morning unless I get to it first.
2. Chinese lady on the bus still freaks me out when she ogles me.
3. Finally got a letter Deanna sent on Aug 27 yesterday.
4. Ed is all new this season. Who knew?
5. Getting my ear sliced on the 23rd, again.
6. Blog still isn't funny.
7. Correctly used the word "flippantly" at work.
8. Skipping class/work to see BNL on the 28th.
9. Learned Womack is the 1,061st most popular last name in the US.
10. Learned I'll be a father in just 6 short months.

Yeah, that's about it.


Wait, I was going to just end with the list, but then I remembered I'm from Nevada, and a joke about becoming a father will be all over town in 13 hours. So to clear up any confusion, I WILL NOT BE A FATHER ANY TIME SOON. We aborted the baby instead.

peace.

So I guess Randy is alive and Josh is a free man. Congrats on both accounts. Here’s a list of what else is new…or maybe not so new:

1. Some neighbor likes to steal my newspaper every morning unless I get to it first.
2. Chinese lady on the bus still freaks me out when she ogles me.
3. Finally got a letter Deanna sent on Aug 27 yesterday.
4. Ed is all new this season. Who knew?
5. Getting my ear sliced on the 23rd, again.
6. Blog still isn’t funny.
7. Correctly used the word “flippantly” at work.
8. Skipping class/work to see BNL on the 28th.
9. Learned Womack is the 1,061st most popular last name in the US.
10. Learned I’ll be a father in just 6 short months.

Yeah, that’s about it.


Wait, I was going to just end with the list, but then I remembered I’m from Nevada, and a joke about becoming a father will be all over town in 13 hours. So to clear up any confusion, I WILL NOT BE A FATHER ANY TIME SOON. We aborted the baby instead.

peace.

This is what I want to say to my kids:

“No, I don’t really believe that you have a doctors appointment. No, I don’t believe that you can’t get a ride home because I know you ride the bus. No, you don’t have an NHS meeting because I was here when they announced that it was canceled. No you may not leave early to go to work because I know you don’t have a job. The restroom? Are you kidding me? You just want to talk to your friend who just tapped on the window. Yes, you have to apply for ten scholarships. Do I look like a fool? I know you’re not coming next week. I know you didn’t try to call me because I have caller i.d. Yes, you have to research the college you want to attend before you apply. How old are you? 18? How long have you been in my class? And you still don’t know what days we meet? You still don’t know my phone number or what room we meet in? No, I don’t believe you. Look, if you don’t care about getting into college, then I don’t care either. I refuse to drag you along until you finally realize that, ‘Hey, there’s money to be had’. I want you to succeed, but I’m not going to make you. Life is all about choices. You make choices everyday. You choose what’s important and let me know. You do what you’ve got to do. After all, it’s balls to the walls. I love you child, and I give you my all. Now give me some work in return. I’ll take two steps, you take one.”

But inevitably I say:

“Okay, well, try to come tomorrow. We’ll just play catch-up with you then. Have a great day.”

because I have to, because I'm one of the few people who actually believe in them, and because after all, they're still just kids.


Bad days happen to everyone. But tomorrow I'll get up and do it all over again. I wouldn't have it any other way.