The Bathroom of Weather

I have finally moved into UF. I have been in my dorm for a couple of days now. Everything is great except one thing...that's my bathroom. Well not exactly the bathroom, more of just the shower. When I turn on my shower, the entire bathroom becomes a weather system.
The first time I turned on the shower, ****! I felt wind inside the bathroom! So pretty much I could have a forecast within my dorm's bathroom. With a hailstorm in the shower, along with strong winds, and by some miracle sunshine on the other side of the bathroom.
I have one crazy bathroom.

Weight Loss

Why does everyone think that you can lose weight and continue to eat the same? I've been through that hell of trying to drop pounds, and it's difficult. The only magic food that'll help you shed pounds are laxatives, and then you're shitting out your entire body.
Bottom line: weight = calories put in - exercise put out + natural body mass (this varies between person and depends on family history...) Overall there's no miracle cure to losing weight within a week, just lifestyle changes to be healthy. I love all the magazine covers saying otherwise though, they make me laugh.

My Summer

My summer has been filled with ups and downs. Starting from graduation of high school, I was hoping to get paid as a camp counselor. Of course, because of the events to my shoulder, I was withheld pay. Sure a counselor only gets paid 59 cents/hour (as it was found out), that's $250 per week more than what I have in my pocket to show. But I went as a Counselor's Assistant anyways, because my mother persuaded me so, and it kept me out of some stupid trouble.
So my summer was spent almost exclusively at camp, watching children of middle school age and younger. During this time, I also had to go through therapy, which was my workout during my off period for most days, up to the first month I was out there. This was fun, and I got used to the schedule. Then I get stuck out with horses. I don't know a damn thing bout horses. SO what do I do? I became a squire (that's what we called ourselves) and started shoveling shit. That week sucked, as well as every trip I had to make out there, because I despise such creatures.
Anyways, besides those 2 setbacks, I was having lots of fun. I wasn't watching the kids as much as relaxing with them and becoming their friend, not only their counselor. My Color Wars team did well (for the first 2 sessions), but I blame SHANaNOgaNs for that - there's no way the same team can win 3 sessions in a row. Out at skatepark then challenge course wasn't bad. Then changing from challenge course to marksmanship was fine too. I found out that riding a skateboard is actually a bit fun, and I love shooting things, so BB guns and archery was my fix.
Mid-way through the third session I went out to the UF orientation. First thoughts, "**** this is a big campus!" I still think it is now. Along the way I ended up changing my major from Computer Science to Computer Engineering - Software, and kept Mathematics. I also registered for classes, met some really cool people, and continue to realize how big the UF campus is.
Then I came back to camp to watch the kids some more. At least there were some CITs (Counselor In Training) who I absolutely loved, and they pulled me through to the next and final session. The last session I pretty much rode out. During this time I found out I got one of the best dorms on the UF campus, even better it was near my classes too. I also realized that I never want to return to camp again, well this particular camp. As much as I love the campers it just wasn't (and still isn't) worth coming back. The last day finally comes, and I figure it'll be the easiest day...hell no. First, one of the counselors decides to be a bitch bout a small prank and wants to tell me I'm not doing my job, got me excited to the point where I wanted to fight. Instead I ran and cooled off, and rode for the rest of the day. Till I get told that my Twitter pisses parents off cause it's content isn't up to their standards for a camp counselor, and I'm told I have to edit it. HAHAHAHA.
They can shove it.
I feel that's my censorship, and they can get over themselves, along with my bosses, for a number of reasons. They get over it. And I try to end on a good note. This is achieved by having a firing squad armed with corn throwing their ammo at the counselor who pissed me off earlier. Without speaking we made amends of the situation, it's better to end on a good note. And the Twitter situation doesn't matter, cause it was never my fault that parents are snoopy and that Google works magically well. Closing campfire ended off well. Long, but well.
And finally to today. I am home. With a dead battery in my car this morning, and a new one currently. With plans that fell through, but I'm gonna hit the town up for sure within the week. With college only a week away. These next few weeks should be fun :)

Quite Possibly the Last Pair of Sandals I May Ever Wear Again...

The Nike Air Max Sandals

These are truly comfort. And normally I couldn't care less about looking up shoes, or even sandals for that matter. But since I now own these bad boys, I love wearing them around the house. Perfect feeling after throwing the socks and shoes around the floor to slip these puppies on. Just another slice of modern heaven :)

Facebook & MySpace

For Facebook users, you already know it. Starting June 13th, +all the other timing crap that I have no need for, Facebook will have usernames!!! Which is a disaster. The line between Facebook and MySpace has only begun to blur more. I am saddened by this fact, because it only drops Facebook's greatness another two points, like when Channel 7 created a Facebook. Towards Twitter I urge closer and closer to...revolutions, sometimes they just really suck.

Tracks

Tracks...they're something you follow. From the ones in your mother's head, to the ones animals make in the ground, even to train tracks, something follows them.

Animals make tracks in the ground, not purposely, but of course **** happens. Not the best thing when a hungry man-bear-pig, or any part of it is 'tracking' you down. You can follow animal tracks, most likely they'll lead you to an animal, or away depending on which way you follow them.

Train tracks lead trains to their destinations. Which leads to damsels in distress because the villan has strapped them to the predictable train tracks.

Tracks on a CD or Vinel (spell check please...because I'm too lazy to do it myself). The song would play by the needle 'following' the indent in the disc, producing mucis. Now CD's don't work the same way, but we call a song a track because of old habits. And besides the songs follow one another in a similar way.

My favorite : Hair tracks. These are my favorite because of how they get into someone's head, and how they can come out. Don't know why females put them into their head, but whatever floats their boat. And these tracks, you don't need to follow, when you pull them out, they follow the direction your hand is pulling; unless they're in extra tight, but you'll hear shreiks x100 by that point.

Seatbelts

Seatbelts...they don't always keep you safe. Today, I demonstrated this by handing out birthday punches to my friend as he was trapped down by his seatbelt. So, remember, seatbelts don't always keep you safe.

New Word!

This isn't really a new word, especially for ebonics users, but I think it deserves a post for the shear variety of ways to spell the **** word.

(my spelling) iight (adv or adj) : look up alright

Basically 'iight' is the short-hand of 'alright', which is short-hand of 'all right,' lazy aren't we? But through text messages and IM chats 'iight' has been spelled many ways, such as 'aight', 'ight', 'eyeght' (this one is just weird though). What I've found in common is that each ends in 'ght' so people understand the word.

New Friend Request

Yes, this is another rant upon current social networking sites.

Lately, as within the last 3 months, every week I get 7-10 friend requests for Facebook. I'm not that popular. And frankly I don't care for everyone at Dillard, or went there. The same goes for those going out to UF. If you start contacting me and you speak then it's another story, but if you're making Facebook into MySpace and counting the number of friends you have...get a ******* life. I don't care.

I want to use a social networking group for it's use, to have contact with people. Sure I won't talk everyday, but hell at least use the damn thing (no pun intented). I've been getting requests from people I didn't even know existed until they asked for a friend request. At least it's a quick deny. Anyways I wish stupid people would quit it. Though I doubt it.

What I find to be truthful of some of the social networking sites I do use:

• MySpace: Desires to become Facebook. Tom has a secret profile on Facebook, watches the updates made, copies the code and applies it to MySpace. Part of why MySpace has declined so rapidly recently.
• Facebook: Is becoming much more popular. More so by straight n00bs who know absolutely nothing about web design and navigating pages. Yes, this includes everyone's mother. Only thing that kills me is that people are begining to abuse some of the things I loved about Facebook, and it's pushing me more towards Twitter.
• Twitter: Pure and simple status updates. I love it because you can follow whom ever you'd like (parody of "Whatever You Like" anyone?) without them having to follow you back, or accepting them to follow you. In addition you can still block stalkers. The open access of commenting towards anyone without the need of following or being followed is key I believe, it's gonna take Twitter else where that previous social networks have yet to explore.
• YouTube: It makes rockstars.
• G Talk: No it's not just for gangsters..."I got a G-mail"("So Fly" feat. Yung Joc). Nice chat room curtailed to associates and friends if you'd rather not E-mail them, but still provided through the G-mail services. Plus new things everyday from the 'Labs ' tab to check out and to use.
• Blogger: Another way to rant about social networks.

Purgatory

That's how I feel right now, in the middle of everything.  Though I'm 18, graduated from high school, and even taken some college classes, I still feel young.  There are many things that I am still, and I still have growing up to do.  Thus, I feel in a state of pugatory.  Seated in the middle, I'm an adult when people choose me to be.  I do something wrong, I'm an adult.  I want to stay out all night, I'm young.

I'm ready for college at some parts, but others I'd rather do without.  Similarly I look forward to the privileges, but shun the reprecussions.  Maybe I should just sit back and chill.  And truly sit within purgatory.  Let life pass by.  Then clense myself for college.  In the direction of acting right, and commiting to obligations, not so much prayer...as that is another subject and would screw up the analogy.

I guess that's just how life goes...probably should stop staying up late for starters...naw it's still Summer, gotta keep my internal party alive. LOL

New Word!!

This is a new word that my friend made up.

Treahumor

(or it could be spelled) Tre-a-humor

(adj, n)- to describe ideology that is pothetically stupid, ideology pothetically stupid

Use it in return of a dumb joke or a question that has previously been answered but isn't rhetorical.  Such as : "You have that tre-a-humor, don't you?"  Attempt to not overuse the word or use it to add insult to injury, cause that's just cruel. 

True Blood

I love the fact I have Comcast a DVR cause I have watched so many first seasons during this begining of summer break.  One of which was True Blood, right before the new seaon starts.  I have a couple of annoyances with the characters though, but that denotes a good show.

Sookie: WTF kind of name is that for a chaste southern belle?  Well at least until she becomes a "fang banger."  Really though, when Bill calls her name out multiple times in quick secession, I feel like I'm watching a Japanese porn.  My other issue is that she is a tease.  "But she gave it up to the vampire!"  She gave that much up, but still strings along Sam as well, so she's not that great.

 

Jason: A kind-hearted horny bastard.  A hypocrite on a large scale, but not the worst in the bunch.

Sam: The lover boy.  Stuck on Sookie, even though he's smashing her best friend, Tara.  I find it ironic that he likes to turns into a dog.  He lives in a trailer, but has stacks of money just wasting away, getting lonely in a safe.  He could get the one he wants, just needs to pay a certain waitress a bit

 more, like a certain bar tender.

Tara: My favorite character cause she doesn't take **** from anyone.  Other than the loud mouth and her being extremely gullible, she's fine.  I still don't understand how a fake witch doctor can get you to cough up over $8000, but what a price tag on being healthy?  Then following what's-her-face to a mansion, and living with her...I'm still waiting for the catch.

Lafayette: He's gay, proud of the fact, deals drugs, is a camera whore, a regular whore, and the list continues.  I'm amazed he was walking around for as long as he was.

Bill: He's just being strung along by Sookie.  Really, him and Sam need to go out and get some together and both get over Sookie.  The other thing he needs to stop doing is calling her name out 20 in a row, "Sookie sookie sookie" ends up sounding like "SukiSukiSukiSuki," which sounds like a porn, granted Jason makes the show a soft core porn anyways.

Those are the main characters of True Blood, trust me the Sheriff and his detective are obnoxious as well.  This post reminded me why I hate using multiple pictures within my posts...it just doesn't work well with blogger.

Summer

For students at any level, Summer is the break of all breaks.  Three months pf not having to do a thing...school wise.  Usually it is my time to not care about my normal life back at home, as I am usually not there.

Summer can mean time at the beach, time to get service hours completed, time to catch up with old pals, time to get a job and spend your own cash, time to party.  How ever you spend it, everyone loves it (except for the Chinese, the only culture I know of that has year-round schooling for all students - probably why they kick our ass in SATs).

First thoughts about Summer is vacation, of course.  The second, it's hot as the devil's underwear, in South Florida it gets extra sticky from the humidity, whereas in California it stays dry and uncomfortable.  The climate change from being tilted a few more degrees closer to the sun can be dreadful, that's why Spring and Fall rule as far as climate goes.  But Summer has it's break through it's break, and it gives kids something to look forward to at the end of the school year.

Graduation

All 13 years pf the schooling I have been through are closing.  The basic skills learned over these years has been a whole lot.  Should I be excited?  Yea, probably.  Am I?  Not really.

I love it when people ask me if I'm excited to finally be done with high school, cause come on, who doesn't want to be done with a structured schedule, and being herded between classes by the bell system?  For me graduation from high school is only a stepping stone.  For others it seems as if they have made it.  As if they accomplished a grand scheme against the system.  I feel stuck in the system still, but it's loosening up it's reigns a bit.  Once I'm out of college though, I have a feeling things will only go down hill unless I make something out of myself.  Or manipulate the system.

"Knowledge is Freedom"...first time I heard this was from Papoose of all people.  13 years of school, pretty ******* liberating.  Yet after all these years, in order to have any type of well off life, more than just flipping patties, you must have a degree., meaning more school.  UGH.

So as I see it, graduating doesn't mean any big accomplishment, but another holiday to celebrate and a reason to change schools.

Even worse, graduation is another event for a large crowd to gather and support a class.  It's worse because the valedictorian and saluditorian both speak in front of this crowd, so when they are bad speakers...it's a bad graduation.  Or it's bad when only the student speakers make an impression on the audience, and the rest of the speakers are like Homer Simpson..."Uhhhhh..." and "DOH!"  So that makes me not a fan of such events.

So toss your hats up for them apples.

The Night the V-cards are Given Away

Prom is supposed to be that magical party night where it is very easy to have a female's dress get lifted up. There are a sequence of events to lead to the next morning, but those vary between schools. The results are similar across the board, from true stories to the movies, getting lucky (in terms of the teenage virgin mindset). Most people view prom as a guaranteed night of having sex.

No one really cares for the origin of prom - simply because it reminds people of the British ******** that pressured our American colonies - but those looking to get laid always look forward to it.  For most, if you have a date, you and them will end up together at the end of the night.  Hopefully, not stuck together at the end of the year for another reason, ie. preggers.

As traditions go through high school, there is now "Grad Bash" then prom.  Where Grad Bash is the prequel of prom for everyone to see how loose people will get during prom.  If you are lucky, prom gets even worse...depending on the side of the glass you peer from.  But for the chaperones, prom can turn ugly, though that usually happens the next day, when you wake up next to "Coyote Ugly."

But for the night of, everyone looks nice, and hopefully it is a good time for all.  Except the nerds who decide to play WoW or go to Japanese festivals.

Prom has many ideas, other than sex, entailed within it, such as after parties.  Though each brings about the end result anyways.

New Word!

Put-put (n.) pronounced putt twice: any motor vehicle that is smaller than a tiny Sedan and is potentially a piece of crap within two years

Some examples:

• Golf Carts
• Segway
• Vespas

New Word!

I have certain words that will just come to mind during situations that aren't so clear within understanding, or just plain out aren't real.  So why not make some blog posts about them?

Ignotz (adj, n): one who acts foolish and stupid; to act foolish, stupid

Usually ignotz would be used as a noun, such as: Quit being an ignotz, that's your friend's mother.

Gangstas and Trekkies

Yes, I did go watch the movie "Star Trek." And there were Trekkies attending, as bad as that was, I found a few connections between Trekkies and the average gangsta.
The most outstanding thing between the two is that they enjoy throwing up their gang signs. The Vulcan sign (which I feel very geeky for even knowing at this point) is the Trekkie gang sign, go to a "Star Trek" convention and put it up, guaranteed the true Trekkies will have their hands up too. Similarly, gangs always throw some sign for their gang or hood they're representing; especially pictures, they might not smile, but a sign will be present.
Both gangs and Trekkies have uniforms. As Bloods claim the color red, and Crips claim blue, Trekkies claim the strange colors that can only match with black tight pants. When a gang member walks in the streets, you can tell he or she is in a gang. When a Trekkie walks in the streets, you can tell he or she is a Trekkie.
There are initiations to join gangs, not too sure about Trekkies, but I think to have watched all of the "Star Trek" episodes and thoroughly know the Trek universe inside and out.  Sure it's most likely less dangerous than joining a gang, but I'm sure it's just as time consuming if not more so.

I'm sure those with more intimate knowledge of either side can find more comparisons, but this is what I leave between Trekkies and gangstas.

Old People

Old people are a funny grouping of people.  Not only all the experience you could learn from them, but just some of the actions they perform.  Some examples of funny old people would be:

• Tricked-Out Golf Carts: Towards the central and northern parts of Florida you can find towns where old people pimp their golf carts like ghetto people trick out their cars.  So it's funny to see an old white guy driving a candy paint golf cart with chrome rims - what does a golf cart need rims for, let alone chrome (I had to ask the guy) - and a pair of fuzzy dice hanging from a rear-view mirror - a rear view mirror!? there's no point!  
• Extra Slow Old Drivers: As long as they aren't driving in front of you, slow old drivers is funny to watch them crawl on I-95 to the 595 ramp.  Which makes me wonder if they should be allowed to still drive cause the only reason for any person to go that slow is that you can't see - which could be caused by many thing: drugs, alcohol, blindness, etc.
• Extra Fast Old Drivers: I'm nosy when people speed passed me, I look straight into the car.  This makes it funnier when a  really old wrinkly person is flying passed me like they have a death wish, breaking the stigma as well.  It's worse when an old driver cuts you off by a slim margin.

Old people are funny, very funny.  Makes me hope that's how I'll be when I get old and wrinkly.

I'm the Epitome of Lazy

Today was the showed this to me.  Got home and slept all day.  Nice Friday though.

Mothers' Day

For most people Mothers' Day is a very big deal, I know for me it is.  It seems to me that Mother's' Day is much more advertised than Fathers' Day. Wonder why that is...a few of my thoughts:

• Women as a whole are unappreciated within society, so the only way for a female to be accepted into good favor with society is to give birth to a male heir.  Sure that's going way back, but if Mothers' Day was to celebrate the fact of, it would bring along more incentive.
• The many many hours of pushing and shoving of your big head through a tiny flexible hole.  Needless to say there are other ways of coming out of your mother today, but way back when, that's all there was...watch Roots, there's a scene of that happening.
• Most fathers today leave.  It is easy for a man to leave his child and it's mother, leaving the mother to raise the child solely.  Because this happens, mothers are given extra credit for raising a successful son, if you listen to just about any rapper who recieves any kind of award in any kind of award show - I don't care if it's Lil' Wayne at the CMA's winning Male Vocalist of the Year - he or she will always thank his or her mother first.

Just some thought upon Mothers' Day, stick around might do a Fathers' Day one too when it comes around.  But I doubt it, till I get a git that is.

Hunting

• There are many ways to hunt. As it stands white people are most receptive to hunting, something about searching for an animal that drives us crazy.  The only thing I can't understand is having to cover yourself in piss, because to me it seems that if you don't shower for two weeks you'll smell about the same, without having to be urinated upon.  The camo, special guns for different game, and getting up very early all make sense.
• The camo is so that the animals don't notice you.
• The different guns have specific ranges of shot, and have different levels of power.  Why would you use a pea-shooter for a moose?
• Most animals are only active in the morning, and what fun is killing a sleeping animal?

Through all the different types of hunting from large game, small game, birds, fish, all the way to women, each has the basic prinnciple of not getting caught.  Should you be noticed your prey will run.

You may be wondering why is this principle the same with women.  Wouldn't you like to let the woman know that you are there, instead of following her like a creepy stalker?  Well within Hoe Hunting, you do not want to let the woman know that you trying to get with her.  She should be oblivious to the fact that you waited for her to sink your game into, among other things.  Everything should be natural within the setting, just as when hunting an animal, you wait patiently and let the prey come to you in their natural setting.  Simply you set the stage, they take the bait.  Whether they bite or not is how cautious they are.

There are some rules and regulations of hoe hunting, that follow regular hunting, but I'm much too lazy to get that far.  So happy hunting if you are up for it!

I'm Skipping Days Already

Yes, I am a very inconsistant type of blogger.  As the last post stated, I am legal.  Surprisingly I did not recieve any birthday licks this year, which is the best type of birthday, the one without producing bruises.  Well, that's not why I skipped out on my count down.

22 Days till Graduation.....13 "supposed days" of school.

Almost Done

The final days are finally here!!!  Well for me, my count down starts.  Within 1 day left of "technically" being 17 years of age, I'm counting down till Graduation.  It's a strange time to start, but why not be different?

This week was a breeze to put it simply.  Yea others would complain about taking AP tests, but I don't do too badly on them, and this year after they're done I go out for lunch (to hell w/ the haters....I know some of you), go home and sleep.  So far I've taken three of four exams, and feel alright about two of them.  

With one more test on Tuesday, I'm saving studying - if I study at all - for possibly Sunday and Monday night, the weekend is for lots of partying.  Yes, I'm going to do some stupid things to celebrate that half-way coming of age, but hopefully strippers are as fun as they seem, and are rumored to be.  I will find out.

  If not maybe prostitutes would be more worth while, as illegal as it may be....

Can't Sleep

Tonight I cannot sleep, which is horrible since I have a test bright and early tomorrow...ugh.  Anyways as the high school year ends, the future approaches and what comes with it has yet to be seen.  So many people have their own input, and ideas, but where do you look?  Should you even follow someone else's path?  Go down a road that is not your own?  Or would you make it your own, by changing a direction or two, yet still making it to the same goal point?

These questions and many more have had me quite stressed lately.  Which is strange since most things won't bother me too much, as impatient as I really am.  I feel myself ready to commit to stupider things and actions, without thinking of the reprecussions.  Even with my birthday coming up I'm not sure if I'm even ready for that.  Through the week I'll make my way, as I always do - at least I don't have a test on my birthday, unlike last year.

College seems to be the next big step for me after the summer, hopefully my head will clear up and will be ready for the Fall.  And I'm looking to pass at least two of these AP tests, but we shall see what I can really do as the time nears.

Hopefully this will put me to sleep.....probably not.

Profanity

Well today I was asked what profanity is, and I ended up with this quite wordy response.......it's not edited for kicks.

profanity: items not belonging to the church

based upon the definition above, it's you screaming to people "I don't go to church"...lol

for me it's used as making a saying more memorable or to dramatize it such as "I hate that 'fucking' cat" instead of "I hate that cat" it gives more demand to be brought to the hatred of the cat......or if you take it literally the cat 'fucks' too much and humps everything like a dog and you hate it lol

depending who you speak w/ profanity can be used abstractly then change to be literal to switch the connotation of the subject
I know that when I'm w/ my friends the phrase "no homo" must be stated quite often since everything will be changed based on what you had said

profanity is what you make it out to be from maturity level to a shift in comfort between people

So that's part of what I think upon the subject.  Just to make it be very clear, I swear like a sailor.

Project 365

No, I have not fell off the wagon of Project 365.  I have the pictures, only have to sort through them and post them within the next week I shall become back up to date.  So no worries people, do not scratch your eyeballs out of their sockets just yet.

Freud....How He Rules the World, Still

Freud is the first official psychologist, and actually delved within the mind. What he dealt with most was the repressed thoughts and emotions to cause problems psychological problems. Most of which was sex ruled the mind, and we are all little horndogs running around the world tying to act as if we have any sense of chastity. But now as the days are changing, we are embracing our sexuality, hell now little kids show deal with sexual actions, and my younger brother, aged six years, even claims females as his girlfriends. So instead of our ego pushing against our ids, it is allowing the id to beat the superego in decision making. Or is it that our superego is simply changing with the times, as we see boobs and box (term from Asher Roth and it works well) on the idiot box more often are we desensitizing ourselves as a culture to become more sexual? Or could Freud be controlling us from the grave to prove a point. But then it would be proving him wrong, since there's more open sex as well as more people with psychological problems. So from the movies to magazines sex is everywhere, and Freud called it - sex is on everyone's mind....somewhere. Even some people say that the internet was invented for porn (hopefully the link works), though it wasn't created for such, it certainly is used as such. Look at the new Google Chrome browser it has an incognito window so that your tracks cannot be traced, perfect for the horndog inside.

After so many days of trying to complete this post, I have lost all train of thought and will leave it to be incompleted....and if you want to grade me give me that "i" as on high school transcripts, I don't have a problem with that for this subject as long as you know Freud still reigns the world....

it must be stated

COMCAST IS FAIL.

Within the past week I have come to become very pissed off with their service, and how only one person can help you......well only one person is ALLOWED to help you.  WTF is that?  It tooka week, almost 20 calls to Comcast, a service truck to come to my house, a trip out to the Comcast Local Office, and a couple more calls to Comcast before this was resolved.  If any commercial of Comcast says that they have reliable customer service, it's a damn lie.  Most of the people in their tech. department don't know the first thing about technology of today.  So here's to Comcast and all the crap that they put me through while not being connected for a week, and attempting to get back on track.

To Commit

Committing, what does it mean to you? Usually when I hear of commitment I think of marriage. Yet there are many different way to commit. You commit when you get a tattoo, unless you want to get laser removal which supposedly hurts like hell, takes many sessions, and could possibly give cancer (remember this is all speculation I'm too lazy to do actual research). You commit to finishing a project, where marriage would fit listening to many married couples, and watching lots of television. You commit a crime, go ahead and commit a crime the judge will explain all your crimes as "committing" this and "committing" that, to each certain degree.
Committing could be a good thing, like committing to your wife b y not cheating on her. It can also be bad by committing to a lie and not telling your wife about the other woman (or women if you're really bad). You can commit to a diet and possibly become more healthy (depending on the diet - "Supersize Me"). You can commit to you're adrenaline and possibly kill yourself. You can be committed to be drug-free, or committed to smoking every 4-20. You can be committed to having a kid, or to using a condom to - attempt to - prevent having a kid.
However you commit, it could be good or bad given your take on life. No matter how your life goes commitment is everywhere and you will run into at some point or another (not strictly talking of relationships). But if you're unhappy break the commitment (strictly talking of relationships). So have fun with those commitments.

Where Were All These Pens a Month Ago??

Currently my mother and brother are cleaning the house.  And I swear every time I turn around one of them is bringing me another pen, sometimes two or three at a time.  I don't understand where they are all appearing from.  A month ago I couldn't find one pen anywhere, and now after I got two large packs of pens, they are popping up for everyone to see.

This isn't the only thing to happen as such.  On Easter day, my mother and I hid special eggs for my brother because some had Bakugan in them for him.  It just so happens that one of the good eggs we couldn't find.  Then miracuously my mother found it this morning, and my brother has yet another Bakugan to play with.  But why couldn't we find it Easter, but now my  moter can find it like it's nothing?  As with the pens where in the **** did they come from?

An Idea Has Hit

For whatever reason I came up with this random idea this morning.  To make a family tree of the nations, and to go more into it create a social relations relative to time.  Only problem I have is that I would only know of the handful of countries spoken about in High School and partially what's on regular news.  Just thought it would be a cool idea to put together so people could understand the relationships between countries better and how countries came to be or stopped to be.  Just a thought for now.......

Rules of My Car

I love my car, it is truely my baby in every respect, except sexual and familial.  So to keep my baby clean and fresh I have many many rules for my car.  Yes I am very strict over my baby.

1. No sex in the backseat of my car - a rule I thought I would never have to come up with, then I heard one of my friends kept a towel for himself and others.
2. No eating in the car - eat in the car, you can walk home.
3. I'm the only one who drives - it is my car.
4. If you're wet, you sit on a towel - I have suede seats so I hope that's understandable.
5. Shotgun is my secretary while in my car - yes, I am responsible and attempt to follow the rules of the road.
6. Puke out the window not on my seats - that's a ***** to clean.
7. Puke on my seats, you're cleaning it - I'm not cleaning your mess.
8. Shit your pants, you're cleaning it - look up one for explanation.
9. No I don't listen to the radio -  so it's what's on the mp3 players in the car or nothing.
10. No sitting, standing, or hanging on my car - try it with me at the wheel, I hope you can keep your limbs.
11. My car is racist - some what of a rule, but my car tends to hate on the majority of my friends.
12. No smoking in my car - I don't smoke, and I don't care if you do just I don't want my seats smelling like an ash tray as I stated they are suede.
13. Do not fight to get to my car - my car has two doors, it doesn't make a difference who gets there first, do things the simple way and call "shotgun", then I'll call reload and it'll be a toss-up from there.
14. Should you be an *******, you're - as I stated before, I attempt to obey the laws so don't become a distraction by acting a fool, I will even drop you off while on I-95.
15. Don't be a backseat driver - I have a mother for that, and I barely drive her around for that reason, so unless you're giving directions don't tell me how to drive.

These are my base rules, some may be uncommon to most people and their cars, but I love my baby.  I may come up with more rules as they apply.  So watch for new posts for more rules if you're ever riding with me, these will be amendment posts.

Project 365 (13/365) Don't Understand People

Well, today was a day without any pills, except Advil, but they don't count cause they don't work for pain at all.  I got a new prescription today, with another brand of generics that suck even worse than the first generics I had before.  My arm was throbbing an hour and a half after taking the pills.  Another thing is why would you give me something that I don't need?  The prescription is very little dose of pain killer, and very high dose of anti-inflammatory.  My arm has gone down, why do I still need the anit-inflammatory? The docs and pharmicists must know something about pain killers I don't, cause I'm not understanding why I need most of my pill to be a useless piece that helps kill my liver.  Whatever is gonna happen will happen, can't turn things one way or the other at this point except wait for it to heal.  Which sucks causes at the moment I'm in so much pain....D< enough to make an emicon.  Hopfully I feel a bit better tomorrow so I can come up with a creative picture and story to boot, cause lately these have been rants and me ********.

Bad Day...Project 365 (12/365)

Today all the pain killers are gone.  I have been in some hell of a lot of pain that Advil just doesn't quell.  I really hate my shoulder, it's made a day that could've been standable into me being a straight *******, which I didn't want.  So overall, my day was bad, the morning wasn't so bad, it was from about 11 onward.  Couldn't stand anything from that point on.  Really hoping tomorrow is better.

Are You What You Eat?

There is the saying "You are what you eat," but what validity does this have?  Usually this statement is for little kids eating unhealthy, to promote being healthy for the rest of their lives.  Well, what if you really are what you eat.  Such as if you eat fried chicken, your skin is a carmel color with bubbles underneath the skin, or watermelon you're fat and round with stretch marks. 

To proceed with the thought process, you can compare with how the food is prepared.  So should the food is quick, cheap, and unhealthy so are you.  If the food is slow cooked, deliciouos, and expensive that sounds like an escort doesn't it?  It could change up too, should the food be expensive for small horrible pieces of food, I would suggest you don't finish eating cause that would say many many things about you.  

Then if you bring eating into a sexual context.....only the disturbing can come about.  If you eat anything sexually there are only bad results, I'll spare the double entandras, but it must be noted as eating.

So whether you're fat with stretch marks, or cheap, fast, and nasty if "you are what you eat" then there's no winning.  

Social Networks Have Shown Reasons For Being Different

As of late, I have begun to get into social networking at a new level of vigor. Even though for the most part the people I communicate with online are the same people I typically see on a daily basis. So why must I be so connected with the same people? Honestly, I have not a clue. But I have noticed that I'm using the functions of social networks to different extents. As Twitter is simply a system of status updates, I am now seeing it as a giant bulletin board that users post to, and each user can discriminate between whom they would like to listen to and what is just noise as usual. Whereas Facebook you can do the same thing, but it's more global to photos, notes, and other comments. Then, there is Myspace - yes I still use Myspace, even with it's declining functions. Myspace is used for the very few people who are stuck two or three years back, it's the passageway for my communication to those who are stuck in the past. You could also include Gmail and Blogger as social networks. These are now daily aspects of life. Gmail, because it's my primary email and I've linked my other emails to it, making it my center point. Then Blogger, I have increased my activity in my posting recently. This I can attribute to attempting to complete Project 365, though it seems like uite a feat to accomplish.
I have different purposes for each social networking site, this might mean I don't have as much of a real life as I do in creating a second one. But, I use each as I see fit, and as I think is just - or how I prefer to use them, as I will talk to someone on Myspace easily, yet on Facebook we really don't communicate like that.

Breaking the Habit!!!!! Project 365 (11/365)

Well today I have made head way to getting my arm back to normal.  So today's pictures are of the staple being taken out.  These little guys kept the incisions made during surgery closed as they healed, and they did a good job at doing so.  Now, these incisions look like scrapes, perfectly place upon the skin in small straight lines.

The thing that the guy used to pull these bad boys out looked like a pair of nail clippers.  Except for the head piece, that looked like the trash picker upper head that old people use when they can't bend over cause of bad backs, or whatever.  I was surprised that when the guy pulled out (no homo) the staples that it was quite painless.  I was being a

 hypochondriac about the how bad the pain was going to be, but I was presently surprised.

Well now I'm all patched up with a couple of good things.  A month with the sling then it's gone.  I can finally take showers without being worried about getting stupid staples wet.  Bumping into things isn't as big of a problem as before, but it's still pretty damn high up there - this is a very big hint to those that are going to test me.

It's a good thing I got over the every other day posting schedule, maybe I'll be able to post more often now.......most likely not though.

The Aroma of Va-Ja-Ja

What I have noticed through my adventures of being single, and beiong in a relationship and back again is that more females are attracted to you when you are dating someone.  I want to get to the bottom of why?  Yes, I have posted before posing this question, now I have a proposed answer.  Of course my thoughts are both Fruedian driven, and is incorrectly backed by Darwinism.  

It is already known that scents can help cause sexual attraction,  and if you don't believe me trust some scholars, K. Grammer, B. Fink, N. Neave, R. Thornhill, and there are some others (don't feel like bithering through Google Scholar).  But which sent is the culprit?  The scholars call it the pheromone, but I think it is something else.  I blame it on the smell of the female reproductive organ.

I think there is an aroma that is emitted from the lower region of a female, and not one that stinks like the toilet, that stains a male's clothes for (excuse the language) hoes to pick up on.  When you are single, count the number of females that flirt with you.  Then get into a relationship, and count the women who hit on you.  You'll end up with a skewed distribution, with the relationship hits much higher. 

Some how, against all odds, when your one and only is in deep passion for you, she leaves a scented mark of likeable for others to track you down.  This would explain why males would take advantage of this.  If you are being bombarded by so much temptation, that your girlfriend marked you with, why fight it?  Just join in.  The smart man plays with the hand he is delt, and females set their man up for failure.  Sure one could say he is being tested to see whether he is a upstanding mate for his woman, but of course, as I'm going to vouch for my guys, the women are out to get us.  They are diabolical creatures.  Whether testing or tempting, each has a key part to take the man down.

The aroma of the women's trade mark is very powerful; men: beware of this aroma when you have become a boyfriend, women: you are horrible for setting men up for failure with your secret aroma.

Some how I'm Keeping it Consistent.....Every Other Day: Project 365 (9-10/365)

I'm not good at posting my pictures everyday, but I seem great at posting every other day.  It's probably because I have a life every other day.

Day 9

A picture of me during Easter, though it was hot and that shirt came off quickly.  But as you see, I am sporting the new sling from the Miami hospital.  The other thing I'm sporting is the new hat and kicks from yesterday's post or two 

days ago, as well as a new outfit.  For right now, no one really c

ares.  I just decided to have fun with the most respectable picture from Easter.  That and it was the easiest to mess with.....no homo.  Anyways it was a lazy day of eggs and movies.  Not so much of rabbits, and I got lucky by not having a special guest appearence of Zombie Jesus.  Easter was a good day, mainly cause I got lots and lots of candy, and had a very lazy day.

Day 10 (Yay Double Digits)

So today was back to the books.  But today is also the tenth day of me keeping up with Project 365, so I'm semi-proud of myself.  Today's photos aren't anything special, unfortunately. I was waiting

 for one of the worst English classes from one of the worst English teachers around.  I won't ***** about him though, he'd ruin my half-*** celebration of day ten for Project 365.  I'm surprised that I actually go out of my way to think of pictures to take, which was one of my fears when I started this project.

Here's some conclusion that will not tie anything together, and it will not finish this post successfully, because I don't want it to.  I did notice that I'm digging the new fydor hat, might wear it all week, maybe not we shall find out.......

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!!!!!

It is the day of celebration of when Jesus rose from the dead.  This is known to many as Easter, but it is also known as Zombie Jesus Day, because Jesus rose from the dead.  Easter Sunday is always held two days after Good Friday and three days after Maundy Thursday, because it follows along the path of when Jesus died and was reborn (as a zombie) to walk out of his tomb miracuously.  To the die-hards of the Christian faith, Easter ends Lents and lasts forty to fifty days - depends who you argue with.  Now what I fail to understand is how you go from death and rebirth to a bunny that hides feminine colored eggs.

Easter was once simply a holiday to feast, as all great holidays start off - another Thanksgiving with a fancy name.  But soon it had its own mascot, Eostre, a goddess named after a month from the Germanic calendar.........no copy rights in the 8-900s.  Some where along the line, Easter's mascot became associated with hares and eggs.  Now how it does and why, I have not a clue, but even further down Eostre the Easter mascot changed into the Easter Bunny a half-naked white rabbit that scares young children and hides eggs.  Now Easter has become the day to go to church with your family, hunt for colored eggs that a rabbit stole and stashed away from you, then a feast.

My Thoughts on Easter (if they haven't already been put in):

Basically the candy companies have taken over Easter.  From Peeps, to candy Easter eggs, to the chocolate rabbits the candy franchises have cashed in every year.  The eggs just became a past time for people to do since Easter was a boring and kind of creepy holiday.  Come on, a holiday about the zombification of your savior, that could creep out many small children and some adults.  Some how the farmers who produce eggs said, "birth, re-birth: close enough," and brought eggs into the Easter equation.  At the same time, the mascot changed itself to a white rabbit that sits half-naked in it's throne in the mall. The only reason I can see the Easter bunny needing to be white, though I have ideas for changing that, is that if the Easter Bunny was brown or black the Easter Bunny would fit the stereotypes by stealing the rich white boy's eggs and stashing near by to come pick them up again.  Then Easter wouldn't be so innocent.  Then again, the Easter Bunny sitting in the malls is pretty menacing, scares many young kids, especially babies, being that it's probably the first costumed character without any pants on.  

Well Happy Easter or Happy Zombie Jesus Day which ever you prefer.

Project 365....Yes I Have Kept Up (7-8/365)

Unfortunately this surgery has left me with little time as I am trying to get through the pain, so R&R is my greatest featy of the last couple days.  Fortunately, I have been taking pictures, even oif I cannot post them up in a timely fashion.

Day 7

Well, yesterday I went to a resturant for the first time.  This resturant was Piccadilly.  The reason I cam

e out to Piccadilly was to meet up with my calculus class.  This really didn't end

 up being so, it was more of a social gathering between three people.  At least the food was good, even better my teacher had his better half on and paid for our meals.  So going over the calculus wasn't so bad, I'm probably getting bettered prepared being drugged up and not in the best condition to take a test.  I'll find out in May when I take that AP test, and more so later on in July.

I made it through a week, and to celebrate that I don't post up the picture on time, and at that the subject is absolutely boring.  Really, who cares about calculus and reads this blog?  Hope I didn't offend my nerd readers........

Day 8

Today I got a new pair of kicks along with a new hat to match.  So I decided to show off a bit.  To the left I have almost all of my hats, some were just too old, or too big to make the picture.  But included are the magic hat with the feather from this year's homecoming, the historic Barack Obama hat that everyone offers money up for, and my new fydor up in the top-right corner.  The picture to the left are the shoes I wear most often.  Depending on how tentative you are, you may notice that each pair contains different colors to match what I'm wearing.  Yes, that does makes me sound like a female. 

Bringing myself back up to date, hopfully, tomorrow, I will post my picture up tomorrow and not Monday.  Here's to the hope.

Project 365 (5-6/365)

Though I had the surgery yesterday, I was still in search of pictures for Project 365.

Day 5 (Yesterday's)

On my way to await surgery, driving down to MIA early in the morning, just after 6 A.M.  What's cool is that you can see the reflections of the light poles on the other side of I-95, and the city lig

hts as the sun rises to greet the city.  Just a cool picture from the iPhone.

This is right before going into surgery.  Literally two or thr

ee minutes after I took this picture and gave up the phone I passed out on the to have

 my shoulder fixed.  If you look close you can see where the nurse had a tough time trying to stick the IV in, she finally threaded the IV the second time.  But of course as it was going in and coming out (no pun intended) I could feel the plastic piece in my vein, which didn't help at all since I absolutely hate needles.

Day 6 (Today's)

You can see plainly where the doctor had fun.  These are three of five insicions in my shoulder - delectable aren't they?  Closed up by staples, I forsee them being an uuber amount of fun to be taken out.  At least the scaring won't be bad, only sets of dots around five lines on my arm.

These have truly become my best friends.  They all help to the end objective for the moment: ease the pain of my shoulder.  The couch helps alliviate some of the pressure from my hanging arm - the sling really isn't all that helpful.  The peas are my ice bag that conforms and doesn't melt, altogether I have four of them to switch between, and they have helped with the swelling.  Lastly, the pills.  My biggest complaint today was not being able to take the full dosage, I'm fine with the recommended dose, it's when my mother goes estrange and only lets me get one!  The pain is really that serious, bad thing is these bad boys make me loopy.  Good thing it's Spring Break.

Well the last two days have been about this awful shoulder of mine, hoping it gets better soon.  Gotta find something for tomorrow........

Posting With One Hand

Yesterday I went in for surgery on my shoulder - pictures still to come - and now I must type with a single hand.  This makes everything slower.  So the overall effect of this is excruciating pain in my shoulder without any of the pain killers, then the pain killers make me loopy, so at the moment I'm typing with many errors and I am backspacing quite a bit.  Hopfully most of the pain will subside before Monday or I'll be a pretty pissed off one-handed driver, that'll be going at the speed of the turtles and old folks.  There are a couple of other issues with this, but I don't care to mention.  But I will show off the staples in my shoulder........sooner or later.

Do We Walk in the Homeless' House??

While being in Miami tonight, there were - and still are - many homeless that walk, eat, sleep, and live within the streets.  Not the type of go run around from person to person selling drugs.  But watching people walk by holding out an empty cup asking for change.

Anyways, My mother and I saw some guy peeing onto a building, and of course as the teenager I am, I bust out laughing.  She tells me, "Well technically we are in his house."  Could this be true?

According to Merriam-Webster home is one's place of residence, and a house is a building that serves as a living quarters for one or a few families.  So really we all intrude in some hobo's home, but not his or her house.  Similarly we shar

e the same home with a hobo, even if they don't have a problem peeing on the side of a building.  Or perhaps, the guy was marking his territory like a dog would, but that's improbable.

Another thought: If home is where the heart is, and your heart is in the streets, does that make you homeless?

Project 365 (4/365)..........Heat Game

Well tonight I watch Heat and Hornets play at the American Airlines Arena.  Since I support both teams, I decided to root for the home team.  Unfortunately we lost, 93-87 in overtime, but I did get pictures for today.

This is just a funny picture.  My brother is not only looking like he's picking my nose, but he actually is trying to pick my nose.  So that's the result, a giant foam finger placed in my face for a pict

ure.  This is during half-time at the arena, for those who may be skeptical.

The next picture is of the jump ball at the beginning of over-time.  I tried and failed at the opening of the game, so I settled for the next best thing.  If you're w

ith me, you can say that's it's even more important cause it's overtime, and not the beginning.  "It's not you're entrance, but ytou're exit that everyone remembers," forgot who said it, but ti's true.

Well this is how the Heat left their arena tonight.  Losing the game by six in over-time.  Well at least good-job Hornets.

Favorite part of the game would most definately be when O'Neal smacked the ball straight out of the direction of the hoop onto the backboard, wish I got a picture of that. (Probably be able to find tomorrow online....)

Just Some Questions That End in WHY??

• When you are late for something and you try to hurry up, why does time pass by so much more quickly, even though the song that's playing slows down?
  
• On a test, when you're the first one done, why would you check your answers over and over again till the next person gets up?
• When one person you know is preggers, why are there four more people that follow suit right afterwards?
• When you upgrade your communication, why does everyone seem to care about your life, and not only through a single medium of communication?
• When one aspect of life is going good, why is it that by some greater coincidence that something bad happens that needs to be fixed?
• When in a relationship, why do the sexy females always want to start hitting on you?
• Facebook has always been a place for stalkers, why is it when they change the interface people just start noticing this fact, and start feeling like a stalker all over again?
• If strippers are supporting their way through college, why do I have to go a dark lit nasty bar to pay for "community titty", when there's fraternaties full of them that I can still throw dollars at so they can pay off their debts?
• Why is it so easy to fail, but hard to get back to the average?
• Why are only the minorities allowed to call each other dirogitory names?
• If I don't know if anyone read this blog, why do I blog?

Project 365 (3/365) Boredom in Class

Today was a working day, therefore I give this photo.  Yes, it's very boring, it's supposed to be.  More than I hate this English class beyond belief (teacher is the reason, not the fact of understanding or the students), it shows what we do in class - sit and listen to nonsense.  There's no reason for a group of almost 20 people to sit in room for 3 hours to listen to a man babble the same thing he did on the first day of class - nothing.  Not to doubt the old man's abilities or anything, it's only that his attitude towards the class is positive in a negative way.  I honestly don't like the man or his teaching style, I become annoyed quite easily.  So I sit there and play on my iPhone in front of him, and that's my 3 hour class, keeping up with my social networks, and solitaire.  At the least, I'm taking the class for free and for granted I feel it's an easy A to get credit for.  Well there's my boring picture for today, hopfully tomorrow will be better - going to the beach =D.........

Cannot Decide....(2/365)

Today was a worth while overall fun day, with three interesting pictures to show for it.

To start off, this is what I awoke to.  It is just one of those feelings of refreshed and ready to move.  Kind of strange being that I woke up at closer to 10:30 this morning.  Even better I woke up to go eat cereal and watch some cartoons with my little brother.

The main enjoyment of today was the beach, plain and simple.  Of course with my mother the camera is always out.  So why not take one of the many and put it through Photoshop?  That's exactly what I did, it was a simple go round, but the turn out is cool regardless.

The last picture was taken while coming home from the beach.  Normally we wouldn't pass by this building, but the beach was packed today and we headed south.  At least, a funny picture came out of it.  G's Place, you can take this in many diferent views :

1. A place where G's hang out
2. People whose last name starts with the letter G
   
3. People whose first name starts with the letter G
   
4. Where the G-spot is

So today was a good day for this Project 365 to continue.  Hopfully tomorrow will be as generous.