I got low grades on all my midterms, my evenings are consumed by musical rehearsals, I have to wake up at 8am every morning, my various jobs are driving me up the wall...
Yet I feel good.
For the first time in a few weeks I suddenly feel relaxed. I know I'm not really relaxed, but I feel alright. No, I feel good.
I can't explain it. Maybe I'm delusional. Maybe I just don't care anymore...if I didn't care, I wouldn't still be doing things that I'm doing. Maybe i just don't want to care.
I don't know.
But I feel good.
"in the neighborhood."
My desk is a mess. I'm not sure why it always gets so messy. I have such a left-brained personality when it comes to lists and things like that. On my computer, I want everything it's neat little place. When I'm typing things, I do whatever needs to be done make everything aligned and justified. But I have no reservations about just throwing things onto my desk.
I also hate dirt. I can't stand the feeling of filth on my skin. So why do I leave clothes lying around?
My life is a paradox.
But I feel good.
The White Sox won the World Series. It's incredible. The second-longest streak ending right after the third-longest streak ended. You know what that means...the Indians (4th) will win next year. I can't expect the 97 years and counting drought to finish up in my lifetime. You know how many Cub fans have died waiting for the Cubs to win a World Series? Anyone born after October of 1908 who has died could have potentially been a Cub fan and would then have never seen them win. That's really sad.
Random Factoid: George W. Bush has rescinded his nomination of Harriet Miers following conservative outrage.
Related Opinionoid: Maybe now he'll actually try to push the envelope with a real and qualified conservative. For Pete's sake, you have a Republican majority: use it!
Pip Pip.
10.27.2005
10.13.2005
I'm Addicted to Stress
I believe that in a previous post I made an allusion to a Dr. Demento song titled (not entitled, as I've learned in my journalism class) "I'm Addicted to Stress." (Oh, listen to me...I made it seem like it's a possibility that I might have made that allusion before by using the word "believe" (my sentence structure is very convoluted)...in all actuality, I KNOW I've quoted lyrics from that song, so scroll down for a deeper look into the song.
Did you like when I did a highlight reel? Of some of my funniest posting moments? Should I do that again? I'm going to anyway, whether you like it or not, so blah.
Anyway, so I'm addicted to stress.
Here's my schedule from now until November 20. Every day wake up at approximately 8am for my work-study job, which takes me to noon. Then I usually have classes from 1 to 5, with random breaks and variations. Then I have rehearsal for the musical I'm in, the Mystery of Edwin Drood (I'll tell more about that in a later post), from about 6:30 to 10:30. That leaves me hours for eating and sleeping...not much for studying or reading..."what do you mean, mortonson/bobo? You can study/read after rehearsal."...#1, after a long day I can barely keep my eyes open enough to concentrate...#2, if I stay up long, then I sleep in past my alarm, which I've done pretty much every single day this year.
Oh, by the way, on top of those daily commitments, I have my radio station commitments (sports, broadway, and political) and my choir commitments (weekend concerts).
ARRRRRRRRGH!
Randomly, as I felt I needed some random insertion, here's another funny song from Dr. Demento, sung in a soft, whispery ballad style.
"We're Standing on the Shoulders of Freaks"
Ancient philosophy was framed by prodigy
Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates.
Even thought their thoughts were deemed the aristocratic voice,
They also had a thing for little boys.
Catherine the Great
So it's been said
Needed large animals to be fulfilled in bed.
From historic rulers to the ancient Greeks
We're standing on the shoulders of freaks.
"Isn't life pretty" Ernest Hemingway once said,
Then he put a bullet through his head.
Salvado Dali's surreal paintings were God-send
You'd never know he ate his own excrement.
Then there's DaVinci
For who it required
Dressing in women's underwear to be inspired.
From the great romantics to the ancient Greeks,
We're standing on the shoulders of freaks.
... Well, I hope you enjoyed that.
Talk to you later,
Random Factoid: Prostitution is the oldest profession, so they say.
Pip pip.
Did you like when I did a highlight reel? Of some of my funniest posting moments? Should I do that again? I'm going to anyway, whether you like it or not, so blah.
Anyway, so I'm addicted to stress.
Here's my schedule from now until November 20. Every day wake up at approximately 8am for my work-study job, which takes me to noon. Then I usually have classes from 1 to 5, with random breaks and variations. Then I have rehearsal for the musical I'm in, the Mystery of Edwin Drood (I'll tell more about that in a later post), from about 6:30 to 10:30. That leaves me hours for eating and sleeping...not much for studying or reading..."what do you mean, mortonson/bobo? You can study/read after rehearsal."...#1, after a long day I can barely keep my eyes open enough to concentrate...#2, if I stay up long, then I sleep in past my alarm, which I've done pretty much every single day this year.
Oh, by the way, on top of those daily commitments, I have my radio station commitments (sports, broadway, and political) and my choir commitments (weekend concerts).
ARRRRRRRRGH!
Randomly, as I felt I needed some random insertion, here's another funny song from Dr. Demento, sung in a soft, whispery ballad style.
"We're Standing on the Shoulders of Freaks"
Ancient philosophy was framed by prodigy
Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates.
Even thought their thoughts were deemed the aristocratic voice,
They also had a thing for little boys.
Catherine the Great
So it's been said
Needed large animals to be fulfilled in bed.
From historic rulers to the ancient Greeks
We're standing on the shoulders of freaks.
"Isn't life pretty" Ernest Hemingway once said,
Then he put a bullet through his head.
Salvado Dali's surreal paintings were God-send
You'd never know he ate his own excrement.
Then there's DaVinci
For who it required
Dressing in women's underwear to be inspired.
From the great romantics to the ancient Greeks,
We're standing on the shoulders of freaks.
... Well, I hope you enjoyed that.
Talk to you later,
Random Factoid: Prostitution is the oldest profession, so they say.
Pip pip.
10.06.2005
Even Ryan "Bobo" Mortonson has a price
That's right, former friends. Even I can be bought. I've said for years that I couldn't, but I was wrong. There are certain offers that I can't turn down, no matter the consequences.
Background: I am avidly against drinking. I am proud of the fact that I have sipped alcohol three times, all in church, and all transubstantiated, so it doesn't even count. Here I am in college and I had promised myself I would not drink until I was 21. There is no moral reason behind this decision; I just don't think that law should be broken. I have a respect for the system, as well as a stubbornness to not be like "everyone else."
But I sold out. I made a deal with the devil last night. I shook on my drinking half a bottle of wine some day before winter break. The exchange? The other people in the deal raise $500 for Alzheimer's. That is my cause, my charity, the one philanthropic endeavor I care more about than anything in the world. My grandmother suffered for six years with it; no one should have to go through that. So I agreed.
People have already started arguing with me about it, as they should. Some say I could have just raised the money. Would college kids really give much money to a charity that most of them don't give a crap about, with no incentive attached? No, they wouldn't. This way, I'm guranteeing to raise the money (lots of people want to see this) and I'm giving them something in return...Ryan Morton drunk for an evening.
I'm not going to start drinking after that, as if I did it once, might as well do it again. After this, I will go back to my prohibition, until I'm 21 or if another equally attractive offer presents itself.
I respect the law, I love my grandmother. She won out.
These people aren't bad guys. They're not going to let me get trashed, or send me nude in the street or anything like that. Everyone who donates will be invited to see it, they'll get their kicks, and the Alzheimer's Association will get $500, 76.6% of which will go toward research.
Let me know how dispicable you think I am. Chat it on the side.
Random Factoid: There are 5 drugs on the market to slow or pause dementia, but nothing to stop or reverse the deteriation process.
Pip pip.
Background: I am avidly against drinking. I am proud of the fact that I have sipped alcohol three times, all in church, and all transubstantiated, so it doesn't even count. Here I am in college and I had promised myself I would not drink until I was 21. There is no moral reason behind this decision; I just don't think that law should be broken. I have a respect for the system, as well as a stubbornness to not be like "everyone else."
But I sold out. I made a deal with the devil last night. I shook on my drinking half a bottle of wine some day before winter break. The exchange? The other people in the deal raise $500 for Alzheimer's. That is my cause, my charity, the one philanthropic endeavor I care more about than anything in the world. My grandmother suffered for six years with it; no one should have to go through that. So I agreed.
People have already started arguing with me about it, as they should. Some say I could have just raised the money. Would college kids really give much money to a charity that most of them don't give a crap about, with no incentive attached? No, they wouldn't. This way, I'm guranteeing to raise the money (lots of people want to see this) and I'm giving them something in return...Ryan Morton drunk for an evening.
I'm not going to start drinking after that, as if I did it once, might as well do it again. After this, I will go back to my prohibition, until I'm 21 or if another equally attractive offer presents itself.
I respect the law, I love my grandmother. She won out.
These people aren't bad guys. They're not going to let me get trashed, or send me nude in the street or anything like that. Everyone who donates will be invited to see it, they'll get their kicks, and the Alzheimer's Association will get $500, 76.6% of which will go toward research.
Let me know how dispicable you think I am. Chat it on the side.
Random Factoid: There are 5 drugs on the market to slow or pause dementia, but nothing to stop or reverse the deteriation process.
Pip pip.
10.02.2005
My Life
You know you've hit it big in the blogging industry when people you didn't even know read your blog are begging for updates. I suppose I do put it on my profile, so it's accessible by all my friends, but it's still nice to know people care.
For instance, Mr. Malcolm Gray, speaking through a translator, asked me to "update your blog, please." Now, that could be because he likes my deadpan, never-know-what-to-expect humor. More likely, he's an away message stalker and is sick of reading that my blog was last updated two weeks ago.
This would be a good time to mention that in the last post, I said that Joe's girlfriend forced me to update. Joe's girlfriend IMed me soon after to show her displeasure in my referring to her as "Joe's girlfriend." "I have a name, you know" Joe's girlfriend said. So, I want you all to know that Joe's girlfriend has a name. I hope you're happy, Sally.
No, Sally is not her name. Sally is a character's name in Urinetown, the musical I saw last night at Shanley Pavilion...a wretched place to perform any production. It's a shack. They turned away about 60 people at each performance. 60 times 5 times 5 is a big number...bigger than 1,499. Had they been given a bigger auditorium, they could have made more than $1,499 and used that money toward the bigger auditorium. It's a disgrace.
The musical was very good though...On my new and improved broadway show (Breakfast with Broadway, 6-9am (just tune in at 8) on 89.3FM, www.wnur.org) we're going to have a Northwestern Tonies Award Show in June...I found at least two nominees in Urinetown. Ooooh, and I have a staff now for my show. They don't like to be called staff...but they're not partners yet...what should they be called?
Quick poll: Who should be the number one seed in our ping pong tournament? Cary Steklof or Dan Green? If you're a PARCer, post on the side. If you're a high school friend, long time no see.
Well, I think that's a sufficient update for now. There's more to tell, but why waste it all right now.
Cubs Update: Cubs ended the season at 79-83...pitiful...Dusty Baker should be fired...we couldn't even keep Houston out of the playoffs...terrible.
Random Factoid: Don Adams died last Sunday at the age of 82. He was the star of my favorite TV show, Get Smart, from the 1960s. I love that show.
Pip Pip
For instance, Mr. Malcolm Gray, speaking through a translator, asked me to "update your blog, please." Now, that could be because he likes my deadpan, never-know-what-to-expect humor. More likely, he's an away message stalker and is sick of reading that my blog was last updated two weeks ago.
This would be a good time to mention that in the last post, I said that Joe's girlfriend forced me to update. Joe's girlfriend IMed me soon after to show her displeasure in my referring to her as "Joe's girlfriend." "I have a name, you know" Joe's girlfriend said. So, I want you all to know that Joe's girlfriend has a name. I hope you're happy, Sally.
No, Sally is not her name. Sally is a character's name in Urinetown, the musical I saw last night at Shanley Pavilion...a wretched place to perform any production. It's a shack. They turned away about 60 people at each performance. 60 times 5 times 5 is a big number...bigger than 1,499. Had they been given a bigger auditorium, they could have made more than $1,499 and used that money toward the bigger auditorium. It's a disgrace.
The musical was very good though...On my new and improved broadway show (Breakfast with Broadway, 6-9am (just tune in at 8) on 89.3FM, www.wnur.org) we're going to have a Northwestern Tonies Award Show in June...I found at least two nominees in Urinetown. Ooooh, and I have a staff now for my show. They don't like to be called staff...but they're not partners yet...what should they be called?
Quick poll: Who should be the number one seed in our ping pong tournament? Cary Steklof or Dan Green? If you're a PARCer, post on the side. If you're a high school friend, long time no see.
Well, I think that's a sufficient update for now. There's more to tell, but why waste it all right now.
Cubs Update: Cubs ended the season at 79-83...pitiful...Dusty Baker should be fired...we couldn't even keep Houston out of the playoffs...terrible.
Random Factoid: Don Adams died last Sunday at the age of 82. He was the star of my favorite TV show, Get Smart, from the 1960s. I love that show.
Pip Pip