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| It can. I am currently in Nashville at the National Religious Broadcaster's Convention. I have been volunteering there for the past few days- lots of fun. Anyway, I am rooming with a good friend over at the Raddison near the Gaylord Convention Center (heh heh... Gaylord...). Last night, I got the opportunity to interview the band After Edmund- so I got back to the hotel room pretty late. mmmmm... overpriced low quality hotel coffee... sorry, i am waking up here. So at about 2 in the morning, I turn the lights off and lay down. This is where the title of this entry comes in.
Now to drag this story out.
Sleepwalking (Somnambulism) is defined by dictionary.com as "the act or state of walking, eating, or performing other motor acts while asleep, of which one is unaware upon awakening."
Some people, for lack of a better phrase, get up and do stuff while they are asleep.
Texting is defined as "To send a text message to: She texted me when she arrived." (Not kidding, it really is defined on dictionary.com- Check it out!).
As of about 2 o'clock this morning, the two have been combined! *Law and Order noise*
As I said before, I laid down on my bed and turned the light off. A moment later, my roommate flips over violently, grabs his cell phone, and begins texting.
I say "-----, what are you doing?" No answer. "-----, why are you texting this late at night?" He replies "Iii'm nah texing." "Oh, OK, I respond. He then rolled over and went back to sleep.
This morning, I was getting ready and WOAH I just had deja-vu like you would not believe. Anyway, as I was dressing, he woke up. I asked him something to the degree of: "Were you texting your girlfriend last night at 2 AM?" He responds something like: "What? I was asleep." I said "Dude, you were sleeptexting!" He checks his outgoing text messages and sees two messages to a friend of ours that say "F*ck it. Bye." and "Ok. F*ck it all." We laughed about it. That was that.
He's not the only one, check this out:
http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2008/06/15/sleep-texting-growing-phenomenon-or-fiction/
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| So I am currently sitting in a booth in the Wonderful World of Waffle (yeah, you like that don't you...) finishing my 5th cup of black coffee- contemplating a third cigarrette. I've been working on several projects and while I need sleep, I think I can handle the late night. I've enjoyed talking with the few people here right now, an older gentleman and his son, the WaHo staff, the on-duty NGU RA's that weren't supposed to be off campus, the two country boys at the bar- it has somewhat restored my faith in humanity- getting outside the bubble sometimes reminds me that not everyone is a driveling idiot. That was a very long sentence. I have a new car, because my parents are really awesome. I've realized in the past six months or so that I have taken them for granted my whole life. They love me and look out for me. I thank God for them. It's been months since I wrote in this thing. Coffee #6. Just a few more articles to go. I enjoyed chapel today, I laughed, and I needed to. On my radio show, I had a live guest- a band called Lift to Release- great stuff. Check em out. Check out my show too- Monday nights at 8 (eastern) on the Vibe - listen online at www.wngrradio.com. So, I may get to see Anathallo on Wednesday. IF I can get a few more people to go. Any takers? That is all for now. -Mark | | |
| My dear friends (the few of you that will read this), I have come here this evening while a paper (due tomorrow) is suspended in limbo to ask you a simple question of utmost importance: Do you have a Zombie Plan? You see, there may come a day when "dead" becomes a relative term. On that day the recently deceased will re-animate and become cannibals. I know that on that day, I will be ready. I'm sure that right now, you're reading this saying "Oh Mark, you're so crazy, I bet you have zippers on your hat..." and you may be right. However, you'll not be so skeptical when your next-door neighbor, just minding his own barbecue in his back yard, gets bitten by his young child who was bitten at school by some other pre-pubescent mongrel. This may seem harmless, but in a matter of hours he will join the ranks of the walking corpses that have an insatiable apetite for the flesh of the living. Now you must be saying: "you've really made me think about this- why don't I have a zombie plan yet?" The simple fact of the matter is that you're naive. The best advice I can give you is READ THIS BOOK. I have listed it in this blog. Get ready, because while your friends are eating each other, you'll be preparing for the new world order. With love and concern for your well-being and the preservation of our natural bodily fluids, -Mark H. Jones | | |
| If you want to learn about a band "who" is arguably the most influential rock band in history, with an impressive body of work, watch this dvd. I was glued. Before Jimi Hendrix was setting his guitar on fire, Pete Townshend was smashing his guitar rythmically as an artistic expression. When the BBC controlled the airwaves in England (well, they still do), Pirate stations on boats outside English jurisdiction broadcast the Who. The stuff I learned fascinated me. I learned about the "Mod" scene in England, and how the Who chose to market to these rebellious kids. OH MAN. Just watch it. | | |
| I hope everyone had a merry Christmas! I am glad that I have gotten to spend time with my family, but now I am ready to go back to school. Rock Band is a fun game. We played it at my Uncle's house today for like 4 hours. Me and Michael and our cousin Blake and his friend Wyatt. Wow, what a fragment sentence. Anyway. One word sentences, what? My brain is mush. Video games do that, kids. Bye. | | |
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