Monday, August 31, 2009
8/31
I would like to take this opportunity to complain about laundry. I hate doing it. Currently I am sitting on top of a washer, doing nothing, bored out of my mind. The laundry room is 99 degrees and I'm stuck in this inferno. I could leave my clothes behind and go to my room, but I am always afraid that some j will come along and steal them. And then there is the awkward moment where you feel forced to make conversation with the only other person in the room. It often involves "How do i turn this thing on?" or "I am using that dryer" or "Can I have a quarter?" and then after that you sit there in silence with them much like I am doing right now. And so I shall sweat for another two hours wanting to get some homework done, but realistically playing computer games.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
8/28
My birthplace is Dover, New Jersey and I will rep it until the day I die. But unfortunately I moved from the armpit of America when I was two to Decatur, GA. Back in 1992, there was not anything to do in Decatur. There were no restaurants or bars of any kind, like there is now. The single place to eat was an Atlanta Bread Company in the center of town. Over the years, Decatur began developing and more and more businesses took advantage of the large amount of foot traffic it gets.
Now it is important to note that I live in the City of Decatur, not the 50 square miles that people think includes all of southern Dekalb County. The City of Decatur has its own police department. Why? I do not know. They only have to patrol 4 square miles, so mostly they just hassle teenagers for the most minor of infractions. While Decatur is so close to Atlanta it has got that small town, almost Mayberry, type of appeal to it. Everybody knows one another and word gets around pretty quick.
Decatur is also very diverse, in every sense of the word. There are half a million dollar condos right down the street from hundred year old houses. Gays and trannies walk the street without being stared at (well maybe Coco attracts a few stares). Decatur's only high school is split 50:50 blacks to whites. Everybody is cool with one another, but the fact that there are 800 kids tops in our school, 200 in each grade, and only 25 of which you chill with every weekend gets very monotonous. The weekends used to involve walking around with nothing to do as underclassmen. As upperclassmen, they involved driving around with nothing to do. It was time for a change. College could not have come any sooner, and even though Decatur is only six miles down the road I don't think I will be visiting that often.
Now it is important to note that I live in the City of Decatur, not the 50 square miles that people think includes all of southern Dekalb County. The City of Decatur has its own police department. Why? I do not know. They only have to patrol 4 square miles, so mostly they just hassle teenagers for the most minor of infractions. While Decatur is so close to Atlanta it has got that small town, almost Mayberry, type of appeal to it. Everybody knows one another and word gets around pretty quick.
Decatur is also very diverse, in every sense of the word. There are half a million dollar condos right down the street from hundred year old houses. Gays and trannies walk the street without being stared at (well maybe Coco attracts a few stares). Decatur's only high school is split 50:50 blacks to whites. Everybody is cool with one another, but the fact that there are 800 kids tops in our school, 200 in each grade, and only 25 of which you chill with every weekend gets very monotonous. The weekends used to involve walking around with nothing to do as underclassmen. As upperclassmen, they involved driving around with nothing to do. It was time for a change. College could not have come any sooner, and even though Decatur is only six miles down the road I don't think I will be visiting that often.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
8/26
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFruQ410o9E
Okay, so this is a second attempt at a joke that my friends and I made up over a year ago. We recorded one of my friends juggling footballs, and titled it "Jessica Alba Getting Banged". We were curious to see how many idiotic perverts there were left in this world because you have to be a person of extremely low intelligence to search for nudity on youtube. What we did was insert a still frame picture of jessica alba in a bikini in the middle of the video because that is what will show up when you search the video. We threw some super mario bros. theme music in there and at the end we made it so "you are gay" flashed across the screen.
To our surprise the world proved us right. Within a couple weeks the video had thousands of hits and several disgruntled comments. People were saying things like "you are gay for juggling balls" or "i hate you" or the personal favorite of mine "damnit, I had lotion and three-ply toilet tissue at the ready". Some people even praised us for our originality. We were after all the pioneers of the fake video. The comments and the views kept rolling in until we got flagged too many times and got taken down. The video ended up obtaining something like 1,100,000 hits in a year.
Okay, so this is a second attempt at a joke that my friends and I made up over a year ago. We recorded one of my friends juggling footballs, and titled it "Jessica Alba Getting Banged". We were curious to see how many idiotic perverts there were left in this world because you have to be a person of extremely low intelligence to search for nudity on youtube. What we did was insert a still frame picture of jessica alba in a bikini in the middle of the video because that is what will show up when you search the video. We threw some super mario bros. theme music in there and at the end we made it so "you are gay" flashed across the screen.
To our surprise the world proved us right. Within a couple weeks the video had thousands of hits and several disgruntled comments. People were saying things like "you are gay for juggling balls" or "i hate you" or the personal favorite of mine "damnit, I had lotion and three-ply toilet tissue at the ready". Some people even praised us for our originality. We were after all the pioneers of the fake video. The comments and the views kept rolling in until we got flagged too many times and got taken down. The video ended up obtaining something like 1,100,000 hits in a year.
Monday, August 24, 2009
8/24
My roomates and their friends decided to have a party last night until 3 am. At which time they told me they were going to go bum-bashing. I tried to use the hour they were gone to make significant headway on the narrative essay. I reached about the halfway point when the party proceeded to file back in the door. I stayed up until 5 finishing the thing. And today I am not a happy camper. In fact I am about to go to sleep right now.
8/21
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090824/ap_on_re_as/as_malaysia_caning_for_beer
This is an interesting nonfiction piece about a woman who got her caning for drinking beer postponed. What fascinated me is that someone could get caned for drinking beer. Maybe its just me being ignorant, but I was not aware that Muslims cannot legally drink alcohol. It says she will be the first woman to be caned for said crime.
This is an interesting nonfiction piece about a woman who got her caning for drinking beer postponed. What fascinated me is that someone could get caned for drinking beer. Maybe its just me being ignorant, but I was not aware that Muslims cannot legally drink alcohol. It says she will be the first woman to be caned for said crime.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Journal 8/19
The one thing I have always wanted to write about, but never really gotten the chance to is 90's cartoons. I have always reminisced about the good ol' days where shows such as Angry Beavers, Hey Arnold, Ah! Real Monsters, and Wild and Crazy Kids dominated Nickelodeon. These shows brought a whole unique style of childhood entertainment that cartoons today lack. I am curious as to why all of our favorite shows as kids have gone extinct in exchange for this modern-day garbage.
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