Senioritis

As being a senior in high school, I have seen the light of being absolutely lazy. As of late I noticed myself enjoying the activity of sitting on my a** and staring at the idiot box, not caring for important things, such as home work, going on social networks, pirating music,
and blogging. My creative ideas for fun posts that have no meaning or reason to others has been at a low as of late. The idiot box feeds my creativity now... Before I simply had procrastination, and things would get done, but at the next level - officially called by many "Senioritis" (not to be confused with "The Itis" which can be racially discriminating to minorities) - where nothing happens but whats on the LCD screen in the living room. So here's to step 1: recognizing the problem...

A quote from a friend

"im gay today"(Earl)

Greater of Two (or More) Evils

My friend and I were talking about what we would do should we have a daughter, consequently, neither of us want daughters... Our reasoning behind it is similar, something that bleeds for more than 5 days, has mood swings like a person with D.I.D. (dissociative identity disorder), and is chased like a piece of meat, cannot not be an easy thing to raise. Our thoughts to solve the problem are different though: one is to "destroy" the fetus before it is born (why would we even want to bother with any of the problems associated), the other is to force the daughter to be gay and attempt to deal with the rest of what her life gives (who knows, she might become massively rich and take care of me for the rest of my life). This got me to thinking who is more morally wrong, which of us is the bigger a**hole? Then for the fun of it, is it worse to give the child up because the baby is a girl, or to leave the mother for not rearing a male child?

The NFL

In spirits of the Superbowl, I decided to due a post upon it. Not really bout the teams, cause really I'm a Phins fan, and they're going to be there soon, but about the business of its entirety (of course as I sit back and not give a **** bout anything else, I will be rooting the underdog Cardinals).

On Chris Rock's stand-up special "Never Scared", Rock happens to say what NFL really stands for, "Nigga Fucking Large" (hilarious till the end), and to an extent I can qualify this true - except for all the white offensive line. As Rock exbounds himself on the topic, he calls the NFL the next form of slavery - from chains and a plantation, to the slave codes to continue oppression, and now sports of NFL and I'd like the NBA too, let's go one at a time. So since picking cotton out in the fields, some slaves were supposedly trained into super-slaves - larger, stronger, and quick as hell, and today we recruit these descendants to play for money.
Now how are they still slaves if they are making more money than the average Joe, and they have star power in the hood? That's easy, part of which is explained by Chris Rock, these football players are rich, not wealthy; the main difference is that a rich person can pay for excess things for the here and now, the person who signs their check, has money to last them their lives, their kids' lives, and their kids' kids' lives (gotta love that Andre 3-stacks lol). So in the form of money there is an obvious oppression, then in the form of material items oppression comes forth. A fancy car and spinning rims isn't cheap, along with that 52" LCD screen in every room, and nothing lasts forever. Basically, rich football players are at the mercy of the team's owner.
Yet they still have star-power, the fame, the glory. Fame and glory isn't all that when you're being attacked by mobs of fans, or stalked by a crazy. There are other set backs, ask O.J. Simpson, famed, got away with murder, yet can't keep his name out of the papers and into the hole he goes. There's also Plaxico Burress, a wide reciever for the Giants, shot himself in the leg, turned himself in, and still was chargeed criminally for holding an unregistered handgun. Michael Vick, the old QB for the Atlanta Falcons, was charged for holding dog fights in Virginia. Does this really seem to be sane behavior? These NFL players are being put back into slavery, where each and every mintue of their time is watched and known about.
The NFL does have its part in continuing slavery, but it also brings kids to come up with an inspiration, given a decent role model to follow.

Truth of Track

*Warning* If you have any problems with racism, this post is not for you. This is to make fun of human history as to observations made in everyday life; thus, it is all conjecture, so don't get mad, be glad of the differences.....they make the world turn. Any connections made within this post are most likely false, but fun to make especially if you are any race except white, because you shall be punished for your a**hole ancestors.......Enjoy.


The truth of the track is one that many people know: in fast races,
the black person will win; in longer races the white one has it. Why is this? There have been many jokes brought about the reasoning behind it, such as heredity, environment, or hell of a lot of training, but I believe these are only small parts of a whole to effect the races. My take on things is that the races predict the race's outcome.
My reasoning behind this is to see how people react to certain events. White people don't jump at gun shots, well at least not as much as blacks do. Why? I believe past events of history are a direct cause: White people owned slaves -> slaves ran away -> white people chased the slaves with guns, and shot at them. Based on this flow of events, blacks are more jumpy to shots fired, as in the past their bodies are programmed to move to it, as they are at the business end of the barrel. Whereas, white people have always been the trigger of the shots; thus, they are more comfortable with fired shots, as they are not being shot at, so they don't move so quickly to fired shots. This is worsen as white people go on hunting trips, desensitizing them to gun shots.
If you go further back into the history of whites and blacks before they met and one enslaved the other, whites typically were the servants of lazier white leaders; and the black tribesmen would go hunting, whether they be young, old, or in between, they were bred to moved quickly. Even in the establishing of the United States, the white people traveled the country side, giving them the advantage to have the endurance for longer races on the track, whereas blacks have always counted upon foot speed to be quick.
In the end, white people continue to prove their worth in the long haul, but anything short the black man will out move them simply.

You Just Lost THE GAME

The end of the world is near.......a group of geeks have created an iPhone application to count your losses of the game......ugh. The reviews are truly mixed from people who don't have any idea of what they are talking about, and others who love it and still don't quite understand the game, but enjoy it anyway. This application has given the game a scoring system, and tracks your rank between the other users who have discovered the end of the world.
So if you own an iPod touch or an iPhone, I suggest you get this app, lose the game, then get back up and continue to lose, while bringing down your closest relations..........

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...