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OK, it's official. I hate Southern California. I hate the summers here. It's horrible. It's major nut-sweating time. I can't take it anymore. I played in a golf tourney today in Beaumont. I have to play outt here again tomorrow. During the round, my vision was blurring and I was dizzy as hell. I thought I was either going to puke up my guts or faint and die. One of the two, maybe both. Jesus... 6 hours of that kind of heat... I just can't stand it anymore. Pit stains down to my ankles, sweating dripping into my eyes, nutsack hanging down to my knees. Gotta love that, right? Wrong. Yay for Idaho State! Land of potatoes and snow!
I'm really tired right now and I don't have much more to blog about, so here's some mind-numbing "Simpsons" trivia answers...
1) Snyder
2) Las Vegas, Nevada
3) Tacomat
4) "Bonestorm"
5) Mr. Honey Bunny
Bonus
6) "Bart"
7) "Dad-dy"
Anyways, time for sleep and rest before I go back into the inferno (Beaumont) tomorrow. Out.
Oh yay! Another day and another post. The 4th of July is approaching... Oh great. Nothing wrong with celebrating the 4th, but... Last year, my moron cousins bought $400 worth of fireworks (the goddamn genuises that they are). It took 3 hours to light all that $hit off. After about 15 minutes, I was friggin' bored out of my mind. I mean, you can only handle so much noise, lights, and smoke. I bet this year's show will be even better... yeah sure... longer probably. Dammit! Like I said, OH YAY! There's something to look forward to... Oh well.
Here's 5 "Simpsons" trivia questions for you (answers sometime later):
1) What is the Springfield Judge's name?
2) A real-life replica of "The Simpsons" house is located in the suburb of what US city?
3) Where in Springfield can you get 100 tacos for $100?
4) Bart is caught shoplifting what video game?
5) What is Bart's cherished toddler toy?
Bonus questions (much easier than the first 5):
6) What is Lisa's first word?
7) What is the only word that Maggie has ever said (excluding burps and "Halloween Specials")?
Since Felix put in the "Comments" section, you can type in your answers for the world to see... especially if you're wrong. Hahaha...
Nothing much else to rant about right now. Shucks. It's so much fun, just rambling on about things that piss me off. Oh well, whatevers... Out.
Yawn... So very tired again. My dad woke me up at 5 this morning to play golf. Yippee. Now I'm sleepy as hell. It was freakin' hot as Hades at the course too, so I'm burnt and sweaty. Oh yeah.
OK. Some people are reading this blog that haven't been tuned in since the beginning. I apologize now if I've used you as the butt of any jokes or whatnot or mentioned you, but on this blog, no one is safe. Sorry. That's the way it is. This is my blog, not yours. If you don't like what I post, TS.
I took my truck to have it smogged today. The dumb raghead running the place looked at me and and I could the stupid little thought (get it?) running through his head: This kid wants to see if this POS with 200,000 miles can pass the smog check? Well, wake up you dumb raghead. The truck is in perfect shape. It passed so freakin' easily. Then the dumb raghead wanted to buy my truck. No thanks. You just gave me a $hitty look and then you expect me to sell you my truck? Um,......NO! Go jump off a cliff. Anyhow, I hate mechanics and anybody who has anything to do with cars. Jackasses.
I'll have more "Simpsons" trivia for you next time. Just didn't feel like typing it in now.
Situation with the lady friend is the same. She's out of town for a few days, so I'm lonely... Oh well. That's what my right hand is for, I guess. Out.
So yeah. My feet are burnt to hell. They sting every time I look at them. And I was right. My wrist is sore as hell now. I ate crap on one wave and the board almost ripped my damn arm off. Oh well. Battle damage, I guess.
My neighbors are gone for the week. They're paying me to feed their dogs and water plants, etc. It's easy, except that the one dog has seizures if you don't give him his pill. That's right. A dog can have seizures. I guess he would start shaking and drooling and flopping around without his pill. So anyways, every morning and evening, I smell like crap (or dog smell, to be more precise). I have that damn smell on me forever. It just doesn't want to come off. And to be honest, I like most dogs. Just not the ones that stick their noses up my ass or my crotch. Those are my areas...back up off them! Out.
"The Simpsons" trivia answers (see, I told you they were coming):
1) the Windy Apple
2) San Francisco, California
3) Worker and Parasite
4) Transhemispheric
5) 8 feet, 6 inches
6) flavor sauce
7) John Wilkes Booth
8) a bottle rocket went up her nose
9) Smooth Jimmy Apollo
10) banish it to the land of wind and ghosts
Like I said, if you knew more than 3 of these, that's scary. That's unhealthy.
Just got back from the beach. Decent waves, decent weather, decent chicks. Crappy traffic, but that's a different story. Had my wingman Felix flip the bird to a couple of truck drivers that were being dicks. That showed those fat-ass rig-jockeys. Anyways, the waves were nice. Good size and nice shape. I got jacked up on one though...the leash tore the crap out of my wrist. I also love it when the seawater drains out of my nose when I bend down. If I don't drain it during the day, I wake up in the morning with a puddle of it on my pillow. Hey Felix, I think the total count that I got out of my nose today was about 35 drops. Pretty mild day. I let my feet get burnt today, trying to rid myself of the permanent socks. We'll see if it just peels or if I actually tan. Anyways, I'm beat. Out.
Some kind of record for blogging. 4 in one day! Yes! Here's the lyrics to Boston's "More Than A Feeling." Another cool stoner song. Don't ask me why I like stoner music. I just do. It's funny to hear those stoned, whacked out, and/or drunk fools singing and playing instruments. Anyways, enjoy.
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away. She slipped away.
It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away
Great song. Gotta love most of Boston's stuff. "Higher Power." A song about recovering from a drug addiction. "Smokin." A song about...well...duh...gee...I wonder...
I promise to have the answers to "The Simpsons" trivia on my next blog. I just don't feel like enlightening the masses right now; therefore, you will have to wait. Be patient and ye shall be enlightened upon. Out.
Holy crap! 3 posts in one day! I'm on a roll! Not really. This is an awesome stoner song for you. "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac. I finally found the full set of lyrics. Enjoy. Maybe next time I'll list the lyrics for something by Boston, another excellent rock band (old rock, not the new crap).
Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat.. drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... Women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... Women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know
Anyways, I know this is a weird post. I'm in a weird mood. It's been a weird week. Maybe I'm just a weird guy... Out.
"The Simpsons" trivia time (it's back and better than ever baby!):
1) What is Capital City's nickname?
2) What real-life US city had Bart Simpson Day declared on January 26, 1993?
3) Who are Eastern Europe's favorite cartoon cat and mouse team?
4) What airlines flies the Simpsons to Australia?
5) How tall is Marge, from the floor to the top of her hair?
6) In Fleet-A-Pita speak, what is "Tahini?"
7) In "I Love Lisa," who does Bart portray in the school play?
8) How did Selma permanently lose her senses of taste and smell?
9) What TV sports odds-maker is right 52% of the time?
10) What exactly does Mr. Sparkle promise to do to dirt?
OK. If you know more than 3 of these, you are a freak. These are supposed to impossible. Good luck folks.....
Alrighty. The crew is back from paradise. Back to reality....as Felix the cat put it. Welcome back to the scummy-skied, minority-infested hell-hole we live in. Anyways, good to have you guys back. Sounds like you're all gay. Maybe. Jury's out deliberating.
Hey Ben! Don't have a heart attack man! Calm down, DMY, etc. The world isn't upside-down, just your part is. Well, mine too. A cellphone. Who'd a thunk it? A liberal. Who'd a thunk it? Well, I guess I'm just taking what I can get. For everybody that ran into me and her, I have to say that I loved seeing the shocked expression, then the quick comeback to normality. Then the whispering, "Ummm...what's up here? You guys going out or what? What about her boyfriend?" HAHAHA. Yes, she's still with the loser. Yes, we're "going out." Yes, I like her. Yes, she likes me. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Out.
Just got back from hanging with the lady friend. Good time had by all. I'm a little ticked that she's still with her annoying boyfriend, but hey....what can you do? I like her, she likes me, but she seems hesitant to break off with the boyfriend. Damn.
I hate mechanics. They tried to tell me about one year ago that I needed a new timing chain right away (my truck is old, it has 200,000 miles on it). I just waited and waited because timing chains are expensive. Today, I took my truck to a friend's auto shop and the guy there is a freakin' expert on imports (and I drive a Toyota). He wanted to buy it right then and there. Whoa! You want my truck? Why?!?! I found out that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the timing chain at all. Perfect shape. Engine is great. Everything is perfect. Goddamn crooked mechanics before tried to rip me off by about 2 grand. Jerks. Anyhow, enough for now. Out.
Just woke up a little while ago. I was exhausted. Anyways, apparently, there is some confusion as to who my lady friend is. She's short, blonde, and aquatic. That should give it away. I don't give a crap what Ben or anyone else says about her... I know he's not a big fan of her. My life, my lady friend. And no, I'm not just singling out Ben here. There are others with similar opinions and you know who you are...
Okay. I'm here to rant about something really stupid. Scatter-brained people. I don't know why, but they piss me off. My cousin is supposed to be hooking me up with a really good deal on golf clubs (about half price) because he works at a golf course. The dumbass is so scatter-brained that he can't remember to check on the availibilty of the clubs. He can't f*cking remember one damn thing. Jesus. I ask for one little favor, he says OK, but now it's a freakin' mess. I gotta get it through his thick little skull...I want those damn clubs and soon. God, what a spazz!
Watched "Meet the Parents." yesterday. Great movie. The fire, the $hit, the cat, etc..... Gotta love it. I might be bringing back "The Simpson" trivia section soon, but I still have to build up some questions. Anyways. Out.
I dislike Mexicans (well, not Mexicans, just their TV). I am not racist, but I am prejudiced against stupidity. I went to Palm Springs today and played golf. I went to a little Mexican joint afterwards for a bite to eat. "Las Carretas." Damn good food. Damn good. But the whole time I was in there eating, the stupid f*ckers running the little place had their TV tuned to the Spanish station. Damn those dumb Mexicans and their stupid shows about nuns and women with weird colored hair. They call it entertainment. I call it noise. I call it stupid. Therefore, I am prejudiced against it. I can even understand some Spanish, but damn, that stuff is SO DUMB! The food almost isn't even worth the torture of listening to the Spanish station.
No more news on the lady friend. Haven't talked to her today.
I'm still cleaning TP out of my trees. Thanks to the criminals...you guys are so damned funny...HAHAHAHA...
I am a pretty strict conservative, but my lady friend is very liberal. Damn. Weird the way things work out. I dated a Republican for a while. I thought I had found a pretty awesome girl. Whoops. She turned out to be basically a liar. Now my lady friend is a liberal. Hmmm... We'll see how liberals play the field.
I am not religious in the slightest. Recently, though, I found out that I (along with the lady friend) am going to Hell. Failed a little mini-religion test at Market Night. Cool. I mean, hot. Whatever. I'm sure I'll have company...
Gotta say that I love the recent weather. No pit stains, no nut-sweating days. My truck doesn't really have AC. I have Mex-AC. Roll down the windows and go fast! Anyways, I love being able to drive around without ending up drenched in sweat and smelling like a pile of gym socks.
So very tired..... Got up at 5:00 AM today with very little sleep. I'm starting to doze off so I had better end this soon. Out.
Yes, it's me again. Of course it's me. This is my blog! Anyways, I've found that I'm actually missing my friends. When you guys get back from paradise, give me a call. I'm dying here...friendless...alone...except for one brief shining, but exceptionally strange moment.
That's right. I'm talking about my lady friend. Okay, if you can't figure out who it is, you're going to be very, very lost. Anyways, she seems damn determined to go out with yours truly. But she has a boyfriend. An annoying one, but a boyfriend. Anyways, we go to a movie. Good time had by all. We go to her house. Meet her mom. I get a really weird look from her mom (since she has a boyfriend and it's not me!). We go to Market Night. Run into her sister. Once again, another weird look. Then the real weirdness happens. Her boyfriend calls. Whoops. She tells him that she's out with me. Well crap. I imagine he's not too happy right now. They have a mini-fight and then we continue our little date. Then we go home. The end. (PS- let's not tell the boyfriend about my blog, shall we?)
Holy crap. What a weird frigging evening. All in all though, I have to admit that I had a really good time with her, even though she is a liberal. I hope I get to see more of her. Anyhows, it's late (for me). Out.
I finally joined the 20th century. That's right. The 20th! My mom finally bought me a cell phone. Jesus christ...everybody and their brother has one (even the poor people have cell phones). And I didn't. Until now! Yippee! Nothing fancy, just the the free P.O.S. that came with the plan, but oh well.
Searching the market for a set of golf irons right now. Expensive as hell. $750 and up. Damn. It's still fun to go tease the salespeople at the stores by making them think you're really interested in the clubs and then turning up your nose at the price tag. LOL. Good times...good times.
You lucky studs in Hawaii. I had better hear some stories of conquests with the ladies or I will be greatly disappointed.
Situation with the lady friend is rather strange. IM (if you know my screen name) me because I'm idly wondering some things about her...
Out.
Oh joy. Another day, another blog. I got to go to the dentist today. I love it when you get a trainee and they have absolutely no clue what the hell they're doing. They ask you questions when you have twenty different pieces of metals crammed into your mouth. Then, since they're a trainee, they're slow. They also make mistakes. Like stabbing me with something very sharp, causing me to bleed like a stuck pig. Poking and prodding from an untrained pair of hands hurts like hell. Oh well. My mouth hurts too much to talk much more (oh wait, I'm typing). Anyways. Out.
Whew. My ass is tired. I went to Vegas with my parents after graduation and went to a concert. The damn thing didn't start until 8 PM and it lasted until 11:30 PM. I didn't get to sleep until 12 and then at 3:30 AM, the damn fire alarm went off. The whole casino (Imperial Palace) was awake after 30 seconds of the most irritating and worst noise I have ever heard. Then the guy came on the intercom: "Please stay in your rooms. Please wait for futher instructions. Do not panic." Okay. Sure. The f*cking fire alarm is blaring and you're supposed to stay calm, in your room, when you're on the top f*cking floor of the casino! It's a good thing it turned out to be a false alarm, or else I would have been screwed. Then I got up at 5:30 that morning to go play golf in the inferno called Vegas. Jesus. I got about 4 hours of sleep. Then I had to get up early this morning to go play golf in a tourney out in Hell (the high desert: it's hot and desolate). I almost passed out on the course today. It was a nice chilly 100 degrees.
Got a nice surprise when I woke up this morning. TP. A hell of a lot of it. My trees are pretty tall and super easy to TP. Damn. I got hit hard. I can't believe that I didn't hear whoever did it because my window faces the street and they had to hit my window with one of the rolls. I also sleep with my window open. I must have been sleeping like a corpse because I heard absolutely nothing. Anyways, if you are the perpetrator of this TP, this is a threat to you. I will find you and TP the living sh*t out of your house. But, on a lighter note, it didn't take too long to clean it up. LOL. I have a cool little nozzle for my hose that shoots a stream of water with a ton of force. Blew the damn TP to hell. Quick cleanup. Obliterated all the work you perps went to. LOL.
My golf tourney went pretty well. Placed 5th, got a nice little trophy. It's a good feeling knowing that I beat at least some of the damn Asians that are trying to take over golf and tennis (nothing against Asians, but there are so many that play golf and tennis that I end up being basically the only white guy in the tourney).
Got some new CD's. Fleetwood Mac greatest hits and Boston greatest hits. Some good rock and some good stoner music. Listening to "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac right now. Groovy. I know I'm caught in the past, but hey, I'm white and I can't get my groove on to rap or hip-hop or crap or whatever the hell it's called.
Peace in the Middle East. I know I have already ranted about this. Oh well. It's obviously not going to happen. Just let those psychos kill one another until there's none left. Then we move in and take the oil and make out like bandits.
I notice that certain people aren't updating their blogs very often. Grrr.....
Just looking at my golfer's tan right now. Dark arms up to the elbow, dark legs up the knee, a nice "V" on my neck, and a dark face. Snow white feet, chest, upper arms, and thighs. Oh yeah. That's sexy. I spend hours a day working on my feet and then they look OK. Then after one round of golf, I'm back to having permanent socks. Damn, I need to go to the beach. But crapola. I wear a rashguard anyways, so my chest never tans. Damn. I'm damned to be eternally pasty white on my chest and Italian dark everywhere else.
According to Fleetwood Mac, "Thunder only happens when it's raining. Players only love you when they're playing. Women, they will come and they will go." Go figure what this means and why I have it in here. I'm not sure I even know...but I do know that I like the song.
Situation with lady friend is pretty much the same (I think).
"The Simpsons" trivia answers:
1) Elizabeth
2) Powell Motors
3) "Bright Lights, Beef Jerky"
4) Shotgun Pete's
5) Andy Williams
I'm going to discontinue the trivia part of my blog for a little while. I'm running out of questions and it takes a little while to build some up. If you are glad that I'm am doing so and you hate "The Simpsons," you can just go straight to Hell. "The Simpsons" is, without doubt, the greatest TV show ever and is the longest-running one too.
I don't know if anyone read it, but there was an article about our graduation in The Sun newspaper. They actually recognized me as valedictorian, which is something that certain other publications failed to do. Hurray for The Sun! They sucked at covering the golf team's CIF Divisional victory, but hey, at least those incompetent nitwits recognized me. The article also includes Jackie and she got more coverage than I did, but oh well. What can a white male do in this world, except for piss and moan about reverse discrimination?
Anyways. In other news, Israel and Palestine are going to reach a "peace." Sure they are. Riiiiight. I'm sure that will be effective. Can me a war-monger and coldhearted, but why don't we just let them fight each other to the death? It's similar to gang wars. Just let all the gang-bangers shoot each other and pretty soon, there won't be any left.
As I mentioned before, the situation with the lady friend seems to improving by the day. And no, it's not the Mormon. I now abhor Mormons. But I guess I should keep all this on the DL for now.
Out.
"The Simpsons" trivia answers:
1) Dimoxinil
2) a butterfly
3) Emily Winthrop
4) a silver tongue
5) Xt' Tapalatakettle
More questions (answers next blog):
1) What is Miss Hoover's first name?
2) Homer's half-brother Herb was the CEO of what company?
3) What is the title of Apu's entry into the Springfield Film Festival?
4) Where did Marge and Homer get married for the first time?
5) In "Bart on the Road," we learn that Nelson really admires which famous singer?
Graduation is over! Hell yes! There aren't words to express the joy! Time to sit back and feel my ass grow and my thumb develop a healthy callus from changing the channel on my TV. Paradise. Sad to think that I'll never see most of these people again, though I am very happy that I won't see a lot of these peple again (except "The Table" guys and the rest of the crew: I'll miss you guys).
My mom is a party-pooper. I wanted to go to a friends "house" (motel) and party, but no. Mommy says "you can't and don't ask why. I just want you to stay home tonight." Damn. While everyone else was living it up, I was at home staring at the damn wall. You know, after a while, you start to see shapes on the wall. Kind of like those magic eye things, where you stare and stare and finally see a 3-D picture. Good times.....good times.....yeah right.
In other news, the U.S. Open starts today. I hope that Tiger Woods misses the cut badly. I'm not racist (as I keep reminding you), but I think that Tiger is a glory-hog. Other guys have the exact same chance of winning any tournament that he does. He's not a god or superhuman. He's just another player. Damn. Come on, you damn media people, quit covering every little thing he does. I really love seeing him walk to the porta-potty. I think that's great. I really want to know when Tiger has to take a leak. Jesus. Come on.
Good news: the situation with the lady friend seems to be improving (and no, it's not the Mormon). I just have to keep this on DL for awhile. Out.
"The Simpsons" trivia answers:
1) Otto
2) "I Do Believe We're Naked" by Funky C Funky Do
3) Brown and water
More trivia questions (answers next blog):
1) What miracle medicine gives Homer a full head of hair?
2) Bart says that after he dies, he wants to be reincarnated as what?
3) Who is the instructor at the canine college Santa's Little Helper attends?
4) Lisa discovers that town founder Jebediah Springfield had what unusual prosthesis?
5) What is the name of the Olmec Indian God of War statue that Burns gives the Simpsons?
I read the newspaper this morning and two articles on the front page caught my eye. One was "County rough for kids" and the other was "Vehicle thefts hit area hard." Hmmm.... These seem to go together. What else do we have in Southern California that other areas don't have (and thus they don't have as big of problems with poverty and crime)? Oh right. Southern California is supposedly more advanced because of all the ethnic diversity. Right. Sure. Okay. Now I'm not racist (just prejudiced against ignorance and stupidity), but I do believe that a large factor in the higher crime rate and higher poverty level stems from the "diversity." Notice that, say Idaho, for example, doesn't have a very high crime rate and is fairly well off. Now I have visited Idaho, and I saw two black people, one Mexican, and one Asian person in the whole state. Hmmm.... Something's strange, but no one wants to say that the "diversity" of Southern California is part of the cause of the poverty and crime.
"June gloom in full bloom" is another headline. I say "Hell yeah!" Everyone else seems to complain about how cold it is and how dreary it is. Uh....hello? If it were sunny, you would complain about how f*cking hot was. If it's cold, people want it to be warmer. If it's warmer, people want it to be colder. Make up your f*cking mind! Personally, I like the cold, no matter what time of the year. I hate sweating my nuts off.
Anyways, today is graduation. Finally. This torture will soon be over. Out.
Graduation draws ever nearer (finally! damn, I didn't think it would ever come)...here are some thoughts for after it and into our lives...
Anuj- you're a good guy and thank god (metaphorically) someone knew how to solder.
Andre- you're flat out scary, but don't change (that would be selling out!).
Joe- you're a little too obsessed with Apple, try to get some variety in your diet with other fruits.
Ben- you're sexy with tits...anyways...don't listen to people when they tell you that you're too pessimistic.
Ethan- invest in a tissue company, man.
Anthony- like I wrote in your yearbook, stay OUT of TROUBLE.
Steve K- stop reading my blog and do something useful with your time.
Edward- don't play the race card too much...
Brad- get out of your parents' house and actually have a nice life.
Greg- where do I start? I guess...here...just ignore and avoid Bethany and Aaron at UCSD, that's your best chance for happiness
Andrew (andy-poo)- get a tan.
Alex- you're white, but I swear, sometimes you're black. try to find me when you're in Idaho.
No, I'm not gay (in case you noticed, I didn't give any words of wisdom to any females). I just am hoping that no females read this blog. ;)
I had my family graduation party a few days ago. Raked in the dough. Oh yeah. Also got a sound system for my room, a round of golf at Pebble Beach, and a potato. That's right. I got a f*cking potato. My cousins are so funny. I also received a "Mr. Potatohead" set. Oh joy. Just because I'm going to Idaho. What the hell am I supposed to do with a Mr. Potatohead?
In other news, the Williams sisters have both been eliminated from the French Open and I believe that Henin-Hardene won the women's final. Hell yeah! I was so tired of watching those orangutans play and my complaining finally got somewhere.
"The Simpsons" trivia (answers next blog):
1) Who once had a job as a Certified Bloodletting Tech-Dude?
2) What song displaces "We're Sending Our Love Down the Well" from the #1 spot?
3) What is the school cafeteria gravy made out of?
Plan for the summer:
1) Sleep...lots of it
2) Golf...lots of it
3) Beach and babes...lots of the latter, hopefully...probably more likely in my dreams...oh well
4) Pack it up and head off to Potatoland....maybe that's why I got a potato...damn clever cousins of mine...
Out.
Answers to trivia:
1) A cracker factory
2) webbed toes
3) # 1599
4) Ugolin and Cesar
5) Legs and Louie
Call me Ishmael.....er.....conservative if you wish, but all these protests for women's rights piss me off. Women want equal rights, like voting. Fine. They have that. They now bitch about not being able to play at an all-male country club. They can play as a guest, but not as members. Augusta National Golf Club. Martha Burk. Stupid bitch. Jesus. Get a life, find something worthwhile to complain about. There are women in other countries that can't even show their face. They have to cover it up constantly. And this pompous broad is complaining that she can't play golf with the boys. Screw her. (this event actually occurred a long time ago, but I still want to rant about it). Plus, a funny thing that resulted form her little protest is that the Masters golf tournament, the most important golf tournament for tour players, had to cancel advertising contracts with large companies like Coca-Cola due to her pressure. Well, a large chunk of the money raised by advertising went to charities. The largest recipient of money from the charity fund of the Masters was the LPGA (ladies' tour). HAHAHAHA!!! She got money taken away from the women's tour. Congratulations, you dumb heifer!
Anyways, if women really want to be equal with men, they can join up to serve their country by being able to get drafted. If I can go die in some foreign country, women complaining about inequality can do so as well.
In other news, Sammy Sosa is going to appeal his 8 game suspension. Dumbass. If you break the rules, you pay the price. Shut up and be suspended, you cheater.
The Muslim woman in Florida who wants a driver's license and refuses to drop her facial veil got what she deserved. Dumbass. Of course you have to show your face to get your picture taken. Otherwise, how the hell can anyone tell who is actually in the picture? Take off the damn veil and take the picture and quit making a big deal out of it.
Why is the US so concerned about the Israel-Palestine "war?" The US keeps sticking their noses in and trying to inspire peace, but these people are so determined to kill one another that they don't give a damn about peace. Why should the US keep trying if it obviously is not going to work?
Allrighty, I'm done ranting. Out.
More "Simpsons" trivia (answers next blog):
1) Where did Milhouse's dad, Kirk Van Houten, work before he was fired?
2) What unusual feature do Marge's feet have?
3) What is Patty and Selma's apartment number?
4) Who does Bart live with when he is a foreign-exchange student?
5) Who are Fat Tony's henchmen?
If you can answer 2 or more of these, you are quite a fan. If you get all 5 right, get a life!
Anyone else feel like school is dragging on? Like it never ends? Join the freakin' club. I'm tired of school, tired of the BS, and just plain tired. I need summer like none other and I can't believe that these last few days seem to be taking longer than the rest of the school year.
Alright. Down to business. Senior Awards Night. Props to Anthony. Glad someone took a $4000 scholarship from the newspaper group. Jesus, got sick and tired of seeing some people get scholarships. No names, (cough), newspaper, (cough). I'm not complaining because I got $2000, which isn't bad, but damn, I am the valedictorian. Jesus. Plus, I know a couple people (Ben, Brad, to name a few) that got royally screwed. Way to give Ben only $200 when he deserved more. Congrats, you dumb ass school. Anyways, my ass cheeks were numb after that ordeal and I didn't get any feeling back until the next morning. Sitting there for however many hours under a bright spotlight and sitting still is not my idea of a comfortable position. Oh well. Out.
"The Simpsons" trivia answers:
1) home of the bizarre rant
2) K-W-Y-J-I-B-O
3) Geech
Not much to talk about this time. Went with the Calculus and Statistics classes to watch "Finding Nemo." Gag. Too cutsie. Too hopeful and light-hearted. Oh well. I might have something more to blog about after "Senior Awards Night," which is tonight. Until the next one, I'm out.
I'd like to rant about my golf coach now. What an idiot. He put me in charge of planning the end-of-the-season party and had me call everyone and do everything. Everything was all-systems-GO yesterday, until the coach calls me and tells me to cancel because he doesn't have the awards ready yet. He had a week to prepare them, yet he failed to do so. He made me call everyone and he told me to plan it again. Now, I find out that he is telling all the other team members that I did not inform everyone of the party and that I did not do a sufficient job of organizing it. What a load of BS!
It's just because he couldn't get his lazy ass in gear, but he blames me. Oh well. I guess I just won't grace him with my presence at the next little shindig. Good going coach, you jackass!
Here's something to brighten the mood and show you how much I'm into "The Simpsons."
Words of wisdom from "The Simpsons"
"If something's hard, then it's not worth doing." Homer Simpson
"No children have ever meddled with the Republican Party and lived to tell about it." Sideshow Bob
"What good is money if you can't inspire terror in your fellow man?" Mr. Burns
"Me fail English. That's unpossible." Ralph Wiggum
"Things taste better the first time around." Wendell
"English! Who needs that? I'm never going to England!" Homer Simpsons
"Do what I mean, not what I say." Edna Krabappel
Now for some "Simpsons" trivia questions (I'll have the answers to them on my next blog)
1) What is the slogan of the Springfield public access channel?
2) Spell the word Bart tries to pass off in Scrabble as meaning a "big, dumb, balding, North American ape with no chin."
3) In "Brother From Another Series," what is the name of Cousin Merle's smell-hound?
Just wanted to rant and rave about my physics project. Not only did I waste $5 on pitching in to buy the damn thing, but my group and I spent a whole week in class and about 10 hours on the weekend trying to make this little "line-tracking mouse" work. After purchasing a new LED for it, we finally gave up hope when the battery blew up for the second time. Needless to say, I am pissed. What a piece of crap! We triple-checked everything and the little bugger still refuses to work. I can't say anythign bad about my group though; they worked and tried their best just like me. The teacher even refused to really help us and never even taught us how to solder. Yeah, like we really had a chance.
Anyways, in lighter news, graduation is closer. I can't wait. It needs to get here. Now. Out.