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....

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?

Life is like a Strip Club?........

Yes life is like a strip club in quite a few ways......my friend told me this, but she had no just reasons for the fact......so........here are some of mine after consideration.....

Life is like a strip club in the fact as you lower your boundaries mentally to show who you are, it's like taking off the clothes of your personality - though you aren't taking them off physically, so it might not be as sexy, but can always be equally if not more disturbing.
Life is like a strip club in that people will be gawking at you judging your movements whether it be your parents, teacher, boss, or the public itself, and if you become famous, the ones watching your steps are the ones throwing money at you.
Life is like a strip club in that things that happen within the darkness stay there, snorting coke, passin' the dutch, etc. is all done within a strip club, but where no one looks - besides come on who doesn't want to be under the influence and see some titties that don't belong to them?

So here's a little bit of how life is like a strip club, I'm sure there are more, but they just haven't caught on yet...

"I Make It Rain"

Tonight something occurred to me as I was bowling with friends. The song "Low" was on and at about the part of "...She was worth the money...", I understood why "making it rain" in the club is so damn popular; it makes the regular club into a strip joint. By throwing money all over the floor in the middle of the club a person no longer has to settle for a lap dance, and feel disgusted for going to a titty bar. Before a man had to be looked at in a crude light when he walked into a gentleman's club and spent hundreds of dollars within its haven, but by throwing random bills in a club full of people, a man can spend less money and still get some action without having to feel ashamed for himself.
The popularity of making it rain is growing, allowing guys to treat normal, respectable women like hoes (not that it wasn't going to happen regardless, hell if a female is willing to dry hump in front of strangers on a stranger, I'm pretty sure its safe to assume she's looking for a one night ordeal). Our culture is changing the perspective of brothels, only women sell themselves and men buy them in different ways than before. Such as throwing ones at a crowd to make a female believe a man has lots of money, he's buying her (falsely) and she's selling herself by throwing herself onto the man's body to get him in the mood (which wouldn't be too hard as that was his intention because he threw some money at people).
To make things more interesting would be to throw monopoly money, or the fake money from the dollar store that little kids can play with. Or better yet, having a gallon of silver change and pennies, then the rain would drop as rain, but hurt like hell.