Life, and Life Only

Where Have I Been?

Busy doesn’t even begin to describe what I’ve been lately.

I think I mentioned before that I’m interning at a radio station here in Louisville. I’ll get a link up to some of the stuff I’ve been writing for that.

Promise, it’s not terrible

Don’t talk. Your voice just takes away from it

(Source: Spotify)

Internal Bleeding

You are now reading the blog of the newest intern for 99.7 WDJX in Louisville Kentucky.

G’head, put your party hat on.

Any who, I’ve been there for two days. I really have learned a lot about all the technical side of being a disc Jockey. I’ve even gotten the opportunity to do some voice work on skits.

Also, I measured the space between my nipples on the radio.

Ill give you a moment to process that.

All good? Alright, anyways I’m doing stuff like this three days a week for a few months. Tomorrow I’m handing out T-shirts. Sounds tough, I know.

FYI, they measured the space at about a foot. #broadchested

Dumb thought #1

The words “mourn” and “porn” rhyme.

I imagine that’s the only thing they have in common

Let’s Hope This Works

Everything’s decent at the moment. Classes are tolerable, roommates are really nice, I havent eaten myself into THAT many jelly donut comas lately. Good Stuff.

Also, I interviewed for an internship at Louisville’s 99.7 FM WDJX. Basically the job would consist of being an errand boy and receptionist for a little bit, but eventually I’ll get on air experience. 

It feels good to get my foot in the door because I’m hoping to be a professional disc jockey. Its a career choice because I enjoy making people listen to me talk and I dont have a TV face. Perfect fit.

Look, I try not to do the sappy crap, given the incredibly “unfun” past year and a half or so I’ve had, I really feel like the big picture is starting to come together now. Don’t get me wrong I’m not one to complain, but I’m just actually looking forward to things again.

There. I will now return to being stupid and funny. koala farts.

I havent put anything up in a while so here’s a good saturday night song. Get off the computer and go have fun. Save your war craft game, call your buddies, and hit the town. 

I don’t care if you’re in the middle of a quest. Do it. You’ll thank me later.

Come on you havent seen sunlight in days!

Yes I do realize it’s night time out…Look at least take a shower, man. You smell like you got dunked in a tub of opossum curry.

Happy Saturday Everybody!

"syllabus week"

Class.
We all gotta do it. Seldom do we want to. Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. If I have to pick between listening to an anthropology lecture and sitting in a chair watching Netflix and drowning my feelings in Doritos and M&Ms all day, I’ll take the former.
….sorry I can’t even say that with a straight face. I basically described my dream Tuesday right there.
If you haven’t caught on, I started classes for the year this week.
For those not familiar with the expression “syllabus week” it refers to the first week of school where your professors don’t really make you do anything, what I expected to get.
Not what I got.
Already have a good chunk of reading to do. Sounds wonderful*.
*I realize it’s hard to indicate sarcasm by reading it so Just to be clear, I used it.

I know, 3 posts in one day? You’re asking “Joe, don’t you have a life?” I write a blog. That question answers itself. Anyway this picture is “The Thinker”. A replica of the real one. It’s a landmark in the city of Louisville. In other words he’s kind of a big deal. I wonder what he’s thinking… “Why are we here?” “Are we alone in the Universe?” “Who would win in a fight between a saber tooth tiger and Bill Clinton?” All valid possibilities for what goes on in this man’s head. (FYI, My money is on Clinton)

I know, 3 posts in one day? You’re asking “Joe, don’t you have a life?” I write a blog. That question answers itself. Anyway this picture is “The Thinker”. A replica of the real one. It’s a landmark in the city of Louisville. In other words he’s kind of a big deal. I wonder what he’s thinking… “Why are we here?” “Are we alone in the Universe?” “Who would win in a fight between a saber tooth tiger and Bill Clinton?” All valid possibilities for what goes on in this man’s head. (FYI, My money is on Clinton)

That last post reminded me of this song. Be thankful you don’t get the devil as a roommate.

(Source: Spotify)

307…You already know

307 is the room I’m living in. It’s also how many times I’ve tried to do a kart wheel in my life. All of which ended with damage to my body, someone else’s, or a potted plant display outside an ice cream shop.

Sorry about that, Graeter’s of Centerville, Ohio.

Anyways, I’m living with four other guys and so far we all really get along well. Anybody going into college, definitely count your blessings when you get a good roommate. It doesn’t always happen. 

Last night we had ourselves a Super Smash Bros. tournament. If you’ve never been in one, it’s a test of manhood that the deadliest of warriors can’t fathom…

Nah, it’s just a bunch of nerds yelling at cartoon characters, punching each other, and drinking Mountain Dew.

But I am glad we can find ways to have fun that we all enjoy. At one point, someone noticed that the clock in the room was a few hours off. To which one of my roommates responded “This is 307. We run on our own time.”

I feel like this is pretty much going to be the whole year with these guys. This is 307, and WE ROLL DEEP.