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 ********.

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.

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.

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?

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.........

Thinking to Start Project 365.....or Shorten it to Project 52 (1/365 or 1/52)

Well more talk has come about the Project 365, and some times I end up having some really crazy pictures or just a fun day with lots of pictures.  So I figure I'll have my attempt at it.  If I miss a day no big deal, my Project 365 will then become Project 52, a picture per week!  And if I become even more lazy, or just that damn swamped with homework, plans, etc. I'll have my Project 12, every month!  It's ingenius and at almost every step there is a fall-back for it.

Today, I was with my family out at Bass Pro Shop for Easter activities - I'm still not quite too sure why rednecks and hunters only like certain holidays (such as they celebrate Christmas and Easter, yet not St. Patricks Day), but they do.  So there we are, my younger brother runs around the store looking for eggs.  If only I was younger, usually when you see someone my age running around a store you look for the person running after them, usually looking for a store cop.  But children 5 and under got a free pass to run around Bass Pro hunting for eggs, except you don't have to shoot the eggs or chase them.  Afterwards, outside there was lots of activities going on.  One of which I did participate within - Guitar Hero on a very large stage.  So I showed off my "badassness" of GH for everyone on my medium level.......but don't tell the audience that.  The picture of today is of my "badassness" on a very large stage for everyone to see.  It was fun, the only person of the day to complete an entire song.  Still wondering why Bass Pro sponsors certain holidays.

Thoughts from Word of Mouth

As of late the thoughts of Dillard High in the public view came to light for me.  For most people, Dillard is this high school with all these problems and is trouble.  In reality, Dillard High is like every other high school, except it's historically black, and black people have no regard for the rules.....WHAT??  The other private schools are just as bad, if not worse, only they don't have cameras from 7 NEWS to watch them 24-7.

So the other day I told one of my fellow students at BC that I also attend Dillard.  His face was priceless with a "Oh shit!"  The next time was tonight.  Some chick from Nova had the nerve to say that she was glad that I was going to UF, because it must have been hard to get into UF.  To tell the truth, UF was a school that I sufficed to go to.......hopfully no one is too offended by that.  But overall to think that students from one school can't go to a school that's not one of the top 20 schools, please, every school has that kind of chance.

Texting......Is It Worth It?

I am a big fan of texting, as well as any multimedia messaging that doesn't involve verbal communication but gets the point across.  Lately, though, I have noticed some problems with texting :(  Some relate to the barrier of communication thought, as tone of voice from spoken language gives another depth of meaning.  Text communication loses this, unless your recipiant on the other end  understands you well.  The next issue is the fact of not everyone understanding certain characters within text, or per-say the texting language.  Which you would believe only the old folks would be trying to catch up on.  The worst part of texting fro the phone is the damn price! How do you charge $30 for sending texts when it most likely costs only 20 cents to send as many texts as possible within a month?  Okay, I'll give the benefit of the doubt and make it $2 for the month because of borrowing towers, etc.

I'm not sure I'm ready to quit texting though.  Honestly, I absolutely despise talking to people on the phone.  I don't know why, but it's a great pet-peeve of mine.  I enjoy to hold a conversation with someone, just with my mind clear for minutes at a time.  With a phone stuck to my ear I don't feel as if I'm making head-way while I procrastinate.  Texting allows that time interval of sending, waiting for a response in between each text, which is nice so I can write four to five words, or maybe finish a sentence.  Even better with texting, I don't have he obligation to text back.  When I don't want to talk any more I simply stop texting back, on the phone I must hang it up - that makes me feel rude.

So for what it's worth I can't say whether I am really for or against text messaging....not a big help :D  (makes me feel better)

Inspiraion from the Amazon La'Shondra

So my friend sent me a text message joke that becomes a virus from phone to phone.  Anyways here's the joke:

A boy catches his dad doing [having sex] his mom.  His dad notices the boy and winks at him, then continues.  The next day the dad catches the boy doing [having sex] the boy's grandmother.  The boy turns and says, "Not so funny when it's your mom, huh?"

End joke.

So my friend and I begin talking anout what we would do in this situation, she would probably end up becoming a stripper to give her father a meesage, "You ****** up raising me."  I figured I would follow suit with the sjoke a little more, and jizz on his favorite possession.  As gross as it sounds you can use a similar witty saying as in the joke, "It's not so funny when it's all over something you love."  Sure your dad would be pissy for a little bit, but he'll think about winking to you.  Another consequence would be that he might not shake your hand either (this goes for both sexes). 

Crazy Dentist

Today, I went for a simple cleaning of my teeth from the professionals.  Within the process of the cleaning, the dentist's assistant takes out the poking thingy (I do not care for the technical term) and started scraping at my teeth.  Okay, no problem, she's getting some particles from the ridges in my teeth.  Then it becomes a problem when she feels the need to dig in between the teeth and gums, pull forcibly up to attempt to uproot my teeth.  Fortunately, she finished quickly with that nonsense.  Only to have another assistant to come try to rip my teeth out.  This lady was fastidious about too, wouldn't give up either, I was stuck there for a good ten minutes with her tearing away at my gums.

Finally they have me chomp down on the flouride (makes me think that my teeth might glow in the dark haha), so I figure they're done with the attack on my teeth.  Next, I sit with the guy who gets paid the big bucks, and he checks my x-rays of my mouth.  He counts my teeth.  Then, follows suit of his assistants and prys at my teeth!!!!  And you wonder why people don't like the dentist, they don't want to save the teeth in your mouth, they want to collect them out of your mouth.

Wood Finish on Shoes?

I have no idea what Nike was thinking with these. I'm not talking about the actual style of the shoe (though it's not that appealing), I'm speaking of the wood finish on the bottom of the shoe. WTF!? It makes you look like you're wearing a desk on your feet. You would have to wear some wooden pants and shirt to match at all. The wood finish is simply a disgrace......unless you were a carpenter, then you could wear these with authority because you're covered in saw-dust. My opinion towards these is that they are a disgrace, you would have to have some major confidence to pull these off, or some wood finish clothes, to make you a walking dresser or drawer. But salute to the carpenters, you have a Nike shoe for you.
If you really want wooden shoes you can go to Sweden, and clog with them while you're at it.

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Spin the Bottle...

Spin the bottle, a traditional pass time by many cultures, but is it more dangerous today than it was twenties years ago when our parents were going at this pass time? 

Nowadays, people have diseases, cutsbleeding, sores oozing, just disgusting things.  This could be the age where playing spin the bottle could be like Russian Roulette.  With the disease infestant people around the circle, you might have to kiss a partner that is ridden with VD, granting a long term sickness, that you most likely wont recover from.  

Other comparisons of spin the bottle and Russian Roulette :

• You can play stacked, where there's more than one way to die.  More than 1 bullet, or a semi-automatic gun.  Everyone in the circle has something to offer to the others.
• You can cheat, make sure you won't lose.  Empty the gun.  Position yourself away from the bottle every time it slows your way.
• Winner take all. If you play a couple rounds of Russian Roulette and your the last man standing.  If you spread disease to everyone, or don't get hit with the chance of death at all.