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....

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....

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.