I'm Scotty Wazz. I'm really a nobody who thinks he's a somebody. Enjoy the ramblings and disorientation of me.
Ask and You Shall Receive
People that are pissed about Yahoo! acquiring Tumblr are the same ones that are forgetting that Y! is the redhead stepchild of the Web now. Not saying I’m stoked but the outrage is misguided.
Agreed, plus its also making Tumblr users sound like Facebook users from back in the day. This is a global marketplace and these things happen. Considering how much FOX has used Tumblr to their marketing, it’s a shock News Corp. didn’t buy it.
It could always be worse.
Me with mom and dad after our second game. It was a fun weekend and glad dad got to get out to all the games and mom took in the Saturday affairs. Almost felt like old times.
Check the Team FOHS pictures on our Facebook page.
The joys of going from Canada to Glen Burnie:
-Getting my accent back all thanks to dealing with my mom and dad most the day
-Realize how much of a thing humidity is
-It’s orange and purple and black everything
-Even without skating for two years, I think I still have it
-I’ve been up 48 of the last 51 hours
Tomorrow is the first game of our tournament, should be a hoot— especially since it’s at 10:10 PM. We’re going for that West Coast Beer League hockey viewer.
I think it might be a problem if I can’t tell whether or not I’m sleeping. There’s times I know that I’m unconscious and I feel like I’ve slept— but then I wake up after tossing and turning and wondering if that’s all I actually did in my sleep.
This is just a recent thing, but mostly has happened when I have to work. So maybe it’s work that’s to blame for all of this. It’s just quite bizarre that you can feel like you passed out for a normal 7-hour rest, but physically feel like it was only 3 hours.
Vacation in 24 hours at least.
rule 34 comes crashing down on my childhood once more.
but who, in all honestly wouldn’t have smashed Kimberly…
(Source: drops-of-devotion)
13 Weagles to go. And please, make sure it’s on the road.
“YOU BLEW IT UP!! IT WAS BALTIMORE ALL ALONG!! DAMN YOU!!! DAMN YOU!!!!”
One of the best parts of going to Canton, the Boh Tower.
Pretty sure this is why the Southern territories closed down….
(Source: worsethanmyotherblog)
Go home, Beer Box Goalie; you’re drunk.
S/T Kane Van Gate
From me and my girl’s snarky, goalie blog. I want a beer-box goalie now.
the devil in my bloodstream
One more week and it all comes out. Can’t wait.
Sundays are perfect for Yard Sales.
S/T: Ottawa Citizen Extra
Best Hockey Hug of the playoffs so far
Suddenly, a wild Ovechkin appears.
I’m starting to think I’m losing the plot.
There’s a funk looming over me and I can’t seem to shake it off. Even though I go to places that make me happy, I always end up back in this funk that makes me not want to do anything. It’s a vicious cycle.
It also makes me wonder if I have a form of Jonah Complex because as much as I keep being told one thing or another, I always hold back because I feel like I won’t get it and it will make me more depressed. Therefore, if I don’t try— I don’t get rejected.
Granted, that brings about the whole thing about being in a funk and we’re in a cycle again.
More over, my life in my head is almost like the movie “North.” Sure, it was a piece of shit film, but in actuality— I could understand it. I mean, a kid looking for the perfect place to be with the perfect people around him that would make him happy while Bruce Willis is dressed like a fucking Easter Bunny— who wouldn’t want that??
I need to be more decisive in life and maybe take a couple risks. However, financially— it doesn’t look all that possible unless I get some kind of estate money (not from an African king I never knew I had) or win the lotto. The former being more realistic and probably better odds, too.
It’s a huge clutter in my head— as per usual— but I’m letting myself get much too stressed and rethinking all my decisions in life and wondering if I should take more risks or less and how it would make me more depressed or less miserable one-by-one.
This is what it’s like to be in my brain. Yaaaaaay.
