tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71485337245434829952012-02-16T16:32:10.447-08:00A blog with no point, meaning, or hidden symbolism. Get used to it, that's life.Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-30739645007992629672010-07-12T15:34:00.000-07:002010-07-12T15:54:23.508-07:00

I've Just seen a face,I can't forget the time or placeWhere we just met, she's just the girl for meAnd I want all the world to see we've met.Ever had one of those urges that told you you had to go somewhere, you had to do something. Of course you can't be sure where or what it is that something is urging you to do, but the feeling is there, just the same. I had one of those urges just the other

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(Blizzard)So it's been awhile. In fact it's been well over a year since I've written anything on this silly blog. However, I've recently been inspired to return to placing my random thoughts online. Call it chance, call it whatever, I call it a flash of genius. (I of course have these all the time, but I prefer to keep them to myself [I'm stingy].)As some of you may know (I'm not sure how,

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(that country guy)You gotta admit it... I've created an amazing online personality. I have so much time to put stuff up here, I can be witty 24/7 (except right now)So I've been living in my own place (again) for a while, and it's pretty nice. I get to choose the projects I work on, and when I feel like sitting on the couch and watching movies all day, I can! Unfortunately, things such as

Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-12675426986375929872009-02-18T01:51:00.000-08:002009-02-18T02:11:37.059-08:00

... about fight club is you do not talk about fight club. (If you can think of a way this applies, you win!)This blogging stuff is kinda weird. I don't really enjoy it. I should just keep a journal instead, except if I didn't think it was public, I'd probably write something that would get me in trouble in the future. Anyway, this is me rambling. I should go back to my old style of randomness

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I have no idea what is going through my head right now. Have you ever had that experience? A mix of thoughts and emotions that combine to form something between Chinese and hieroglyphics? It's all gibberish if you ask me. I should be sleeping. Why can't I? Sometimes I wish there was more going on in my life, but mostly I just wish what I had was enough to satisfy me. Young man control in

Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-79773840300463064692008-11-27T08:00:00.000-08:002008-11-27T08:00:01.405-08:00

(Dido)It's Thanksgiving, so I figured it was time to give thanks to all those people that have been there for me over the years. However, my prose is boring, and my sarcasm sucks, so I'm going to take a stab at this whole poetry thing.This is a Poem called "Thanks: a truly original name for a Thanksgiving piece"This is to those that have helped me throughThe times of fun, and the times of

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(Wyclef Jean)Yep. I'm out of town. Nothing you can do about that now, is there?I am currently sitting on an airplane, in the dark, on my way toFrankfort, Germany. Although that's not my final destination, it iswhere I'm headed now. Last I checked it was 4:17 Frankfort time(Insomnia? Me?! No way...), and I had another 4 or so hours left untilI arrived. There's not much to do. I forgot to

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Soooo Its been almost a month, so I figured it was about time for me to finish this. Some of the details are a little fuzzier now, and to be honest that last section isn't all that interesting. Unless of course you're the kind of person that likes suspense and mystery, and above all else... DANGER............Day 2: The night!We were exhausted after that first day.. I mean.. really. It was so

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Now the remainder of our first day. It was long, and it hurt. Due to the difficulty of this section, we do not have nearly as many photographs as we would like, so you'll just have to use your imagination and my beautifully poetic description to experience this.When I left off, our three heroes were making their way along the treacherous Whittier Ridge, hoping soon to arrive at the mythical '

Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-45769003640197089102008-08-07T21:17:00.000-07:002008-08-20T13:10:27.614-07:00

Like I said, the first 7 miles were pretty easy (and therefore very well documented). That's not to say we didn't have our share of shenanigans.Schmidt got in my way at points, so I had to take care of him:You have to remember that there were only three of us, so taking a picture of all of us took some creativity. Some times it worked (notice I'm still running into the scene):and sometimes this

Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-11560258252138437052008-08-04T21:13:00.000-07:002008-08-04T21:59:12.556-07:00

I'm back! Alive and well! So are Mike and Kelly, if you were wondering.So here's the scoop. My good friends Kelly, Mike, and I decided last Tuesday that we wanted to go camping somewhere interesting. Somewhere where we would see no one, and we could go fishing. At approximately 9 O'clock Tuesday night, Kelly made up our minds: we were going hiking at Mt. Saint Helens. We were excited. None

Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-75928387330286616352008-07-30T19:48:00.000-07:002008-08-04T15:11:46.859-07:00

(Daft Punk)It's been a while. Whoop de doo. Want to fight about it?So over the last 17 days a lot has happened. Lets put those things into list form to better present them, shall we?My sister got married. Yes, married. And no, I'm not getting married any time soon, stop asking.I saw all of my cousins on my mother's side. (all 26 of them, and no, that number does not include my own family,

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(R.E.M)The end is near. The end is near. Go do all that stuff you've always wanted to.I've been hearing theories again. Of course by theories I mean far-fetched mental concoctions created by religious zealots or people with FAR too much time on their hands, but I digress. I've been hearing theories again. (Ah! I'm stuck in an infinite loop!) Theories about ancient predictions of the end of

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(Trey Parker)I quit my job at Fred Meyer, but Free time = less money. Damn.So yes, what I just said, I quit my "good" job at Fred Meyer. I feel so relieved, I don't think it's even possible to communicate it. Now I can do things such as:plan things in the futureget 8 hours of sleep during a week nightnot work on weekendseat dinner AND have time to breathe at the same timeAin't life great?

Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-49215264623934285242008-07-03T10:00:00.000-07:002008-07-17T00:36:34.123-07:00

Seriously, this looks like a bumper sticker you'd see on some hick's truck. A nerdy hick. I think I'm gonna get a bumper sticker made of this, and then buy an old truck to put it on.

Fieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17703096335761054540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7148533724543482995.post-36786325118365133052008-07-01T22:44:00.000-07:002008-07-01T23:30:05.533-07:00

xkcd rules!

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The title really says everything on this one. I don't think I have to elaborate, but I will.If you've read my other post, you know I'm working two jobs, (You may also know this because you actually know me, but shhhh, you're ruining my effect) and let me tell you now, it's not worth it. It's summer time (well this week it was, it'll probably rain again soon), and Friday is Independence day (

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Hello World. This is Field. Just Field, I have no first name.I used to have a little blog type thing going on myspace, but then I deleted my myspace page, and poof, there went my blog, so I've decided to start this up again. There's usually not going to be anything relevant to anyone on here, except perhaps myself, but I figure if people want a little glimpse into my life, I'll let them

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