Friday, February 27, 2009

Diffrent from others

This week I 'm gonna tell you about something that pisses me off, which will probably get people pissed off at me. The pissed off topic for this week is shopping. I know about all the comments will be calling me out about how stupid that is, but i just really dislike shopping.

Whenever I go shopping I always get frustrated, first I have to take time out of my day to go and try to find the said item. Then usually the store I go to is out of it, or had it tucked in a place were not even the employees could find it. So you have to go around to multiple stores to find the item, and waste gas.

Then once you acquire the item which most likely cost me a arm and a leg, I have to go and stand in a line to pay for it. Have you ever noticed at big retail stores like Target, WalMart, or even the grocery store; they have many check out lanes, but only one or two of them are open at one time. Its like eating a sandwich in front of a starving man, all i wanna do is pay and leave but I'm forced to stand behind a lady who is trying to use every coupon possible; which its good to save money but annoying as hell if you the person in line behind them.

Then theirs the holiday season, people everywhere crowding you. I hate big crowds not because I'm claustrophobic but because the more people their are the odds are better that theirs gonna be one to piss me off.
Then during the holidays once you waited in the even longer lines, you get into the parking lot and have to doge old people and children when your trying to make you escape to freedom.

To hell with all of that I'm buying off the Internet from now on.

Friday, February 20, 2009

A Blur Of Fun

This week I'm going a little off topic, in picking a blog from someone in the class one stands out to me, Havens blog "One Hell of a Night." This blog relates to me a lot because I like to party, or in general just have a good time.

In the blog haven talks about going to some kick ass collage party, and probably one of my favorite things, games. Like he described,"As I moved on to the kitchen I realized that the real party was in there just getting started: kegs, beer pong, crazy eights and all other drinking games you could think of."
My favorite of these games is beer pong, just something I love about it. It might be the fact that I like to take it to a level kind of like the movie"BASEketball", I love to do physic outs. Now this is good and bad, some people enjoy the ripping on each other they understand its a game, but then theirs those guys who take it dead serious and think your starting shit with them. Usually it works its self out, but one day I'll probably get my teeth knocked in for it. Well I guess its a good thing I'm playing with beer and not water, so the outcome wont hit me till morning.

Another thing Haven talks about is the music. "When we arrived at the house we walked in the living room; it was like nothing I really never seen before. The music was going people were everywhere and the environment was so cool and chilled out but yet so hype." It usually goes the same way at most parties, games are played in the kitchen or basement; music is jammed in the living room. I love a good jamming of the music especially when the music is playing hard then someone kicks on one of those songs, you know a classic that everyone knows the words too. Then you get tons of people screaming it, but in their state they think its sounds awesome. Its so catchy you have no choice to join in, no matter how bad you sound.

Haven goes on to tell about how the atmosphere in college parties is different than ones from high school. He said its "because you are dealing with adults that have to much to lose based on one night of ignorance, opposed to teenagers." Its true as a teen I was retarded when it came to parties, I was that guy to do something pretty stupid, like leave for Taco Bell at 3 a.m just because I felt like it. I also would take dumb bets, and challenges which could have severely effect my life. I work most of it out of my system with no permanent damage, that I know of.

Every now and then I still do something retarded, I am still a teen; however I go about these thing with a little more experience under my belt. Example I was at a party cops got called, they said if everyone cooperates they wont take action. In my mind I wasn't gonna get caught, so I ran up stairs and jumped on the roof and covered my self in leaves. They never found me or did anything to the people at the party, just told us to keep it down.

If I was caught I would have been in trouble for interfering with police business, and evading them. I know this because one of my other friends tried it once and got caught. The experience I knew however was to not hide in a closet because that's wear my friend got caught.

Like Haven said "Whatever the case may be one thing is apparent that I am in a new area, and glad that I have stepped into it." I to am glad to be in this part of my life too, but it only last so long so get in on it while you can. Everyone can't stay young and stupid for ever. You don't to be that 35 year old at the party with people 15 years younger than you. Well 35 is a bit away but still enjoy it now, before your forced to grow up (were the hell is Peter Pan to stop this, oh wait hes not real. Damn!)
"They took the whole bar, the whole fuckign bar."

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Article Week

Its been a relatively calm week, so to find stuff that pisses me off I'm searching the web for new articles that piss me off. Here's my top three picks:

1) Pennsylvania Judges accused of Jailing Kids for Cash: It found an article telling how a Pennsylvania judges accepted millions of dollars from a juvenile detention center to have kids sent to them. The judges would go and have hearings with no lawyers that would last two minutes then sentence the kids to the juvenile center. Now first and for most those judges are ass holes who's egos are so big they feel compelled to destroy young lives for money. Now they have created kids who have not trust in there government system and judicial court; However, theirs two sides to this also. I don't know the age of theses kids, but you would think one of them would have thrown up the red flag when the judge wont allow you to have a lawyer present at your trial.

I'm no student of the law but I know i have rights; all you have to do is turn on the T.V. to know you can get a lawyer no matter what. Now don't get me wrong I'm not defending there pompous jackass judges, I'm just saying if my neck was on the line for a bull shit crime I fight tooth and nail to use everything to my advantage.

2) South Carolina Cops Making Arrests in Phelps Case: In this article it says that cops are busting people for marijuana possessions and drilling them with questions about the swimmer Phelps. Now first off i just have to say, I don't look down on Phelps for his actions I just look down on him for being such a dumb ass and not hiding it better. I really don't give a shit what celebrities do in there private lives. Just don't let it leek out into public, i know sometimes its hard because of the paparazzi. In Phelps case it was some person with a picture phone that blew his cover.

I personally still like the guy, and if he can do all he does while drugged up then more power to him; however, in this case police are wasting time on a few guys with pot to try to get Phelps punished. That's so damn stupid, in our economic times we wast our cities tax dollars to try to punish one man when there rapist and killers out there. To me that's fucking stupid, wasting time on some people who smoke pot. God forbid they smoke pot, what are they gonna do sit in there basement and watch weird T.V. shows with bright colors. Wow call the swat team those mofoes are crazy.

Really I know lots of pot heads they are very calm layed back people; most are hippies so the most disturbance they would consider causing in there lifetime would be a peaceful protest. So stop wasting our money on trying to punish one man who didn't hurt anyone, but himself from this experience.

3) Scientist Eye Debris after Satellite Collision: This article interested me more than pissing me off, but i put it in anyways. In the article it explains that a Russian and American satellites collided sending debris everywhere. Which could hurt other satellites, or even the Hubble Telescope. Now I don't have much to say about this but "nice driving boys." We litter our planet now we have even started to pollute our space orbit. Now don't get me wrong i think space stuff is sweet shit, but I'm just saying as a race people very junkie. No sweet though I'm sure our kids will clean it up.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Bad Hair For Life

Everybody has those moments, even the most calm of people do. You know those moments were you get so pissed off, you can feel your heart beat in your face. Now I am one of the most calm people you’ll ever meet, in my opinion. Even I have those moments every now and then; were you just feel the inner animal come out. I’m going to let you in on the top thing that can put me into a state of anger.

The key to sending me into this dark world instantaneously, is criticizing my hair. I know it sounds stupid, but you have to understand were I’m coming from. I have a grandmother, who could be the older version of Satan himself. As a child I always like to wear my hair longer, but to her a military cut was the only style. Every time I would go visit her she would go and take me to get a hair cut. Even on a Sunday if the barber was closed, she would call him up and make me an “emergency” appointment.

I recall one time during the Easter season my family was going to go up to visit my grandmother. The day we were going up to have lunch with her; I had to get up early to get my hair cut. I remember complaining about going so early to the barber, but my mother said “get your hair cut now or your grandmother will throw a fit and cut it anyway.”

When I showed up to her house she didn’t say anything to me for a while. So I thought she might be happy with my hair for once, wrong. After lunch she announces to family she was going to run to town; she said she was getting ice cream, so of course I was down for some ice cream. It was looking like a good day, then we turned off in a complex that looked all to familiar. It was the barbers, I was getting two hair cuts in one day, and this time I was getting a complete shave. There are some people that can pull off the shaved look, then theirs those that can’t. As you guessed I’m one that can’t pull the look off, I looked like a creature from Star Trek. She pulled the ultimate low thing tricking me with ice cream, to this day I still get suspicious when people suggest to go get ice cream.

When ever I gathered up enough courage to refuse a hair cut, I was side swiped with remarks about how only hippies have long hair, or I will remain alone the rest of my life because women would find me repulsive. She would also say stuff like unsuccessful people, and dirty people wore there hair long. It would be one thing if I had my hair growing all the way down my back, but just a little shaggy is a whole other story, plus you don’t talk to a child that way.

I always vowed once I could out smart her I was going to throw it in her face hard core, but as I got older I started to shrug it off more and more. Then graduation came along, she made a huge deal about it right out in the parking lot. I stood outside of school in my gown; I was taking pictures with some friends, and she walked up in between them. She looked right at me and said “I see you’ve done nothing with your hair.”

Her first words weren’t even congratulations, or good work on graduating, they were directed about my hair. As we slowly walked towards her car, I could feel my pulse in my hands from being so mad. The whole time walking there she told me suggestions’ how to fix my hair, and told me to come visit so I can get “a proper hair style.” So I snapped and told her in the kindest way possible to “Kiss My Ass!” Next time I saw her I had a full beard and shaggy hair like usual, and not one thing was mentioned about it.

My parents didn’t even care that I snapped on her. In fact they stopped trying to tell her to lay off my hair, because she would go off on rants about how there parenting skills are terrible, and there raising a redneck. Plus it wasn’t unusual to have family members snap on her; my dad would go off on my grandmother about once a year.

You figured when her own family told her that she was intolerable it would sink in, guess not. I’m hoping that me blowing up on her will sink into her thick skull to treat family kinder, not, she’s old and set in her ways so it will probably have to become a yearly thing.

Lots of things irritate me, but hair comments will piss me off faster than anything. It especially pisses me off when it is spouted from my grandmother’s mouth. People can bring up stuff negative about my hair, I’ll let it slide a few times, but anything after that is going to have a reply along the lines of “shove it were the sun don’t shine.”

Thursday, February 5, 2009


Earlier this week I was moving some lumber and drooped a piece on my own finger (you know for shits and giggles). Well not really drooped, but it fell on my finger as I fell on some ice. While this pain was happening I realized something; it really hurt like in a blinding painful way.

Now I have had some painful stuff happen to me: fell from a hay loft, landed 15 feet down on a wooden wagon with ten bails of hay on me, had my arm gashed open down to the muscle, heck one time I even had a ice sickle go thought my lip and knock out my teeth.

As painful as those instances sound, the pain from my finger felt so much worse. When it happened I was thinking I would rather have had one of those other things happen instead. Looking back I don't because most of those involved stitches, which I end up pulling them out because I have a problem taking it easy.

The situation did anger me because I realized that the little pains like a smashed finger and stubbed toes hurt me-I don't know about you-more than some of the bigger things. You have to admit waking up in the middle of the night and stubbing your toe really sucks ass. Nothing better to piss you off than to wake up to your toe being jammed on the corner of a door.

Now you may be wondering what this has to do with anything, honestly I don't know, I just smashed my finger and am pissed about it.

I know some of you are thinking "what a big pussy to be writing about his little smashed finger" you can say that, only if I get to drop a piece of lumber on your finger while your falling on ice. Then by all means you can call me a pussy, or other various names of choice.