Relax, Take it Easy

Basterds

correct spelling: bastards. i think i went over that in a previous blog.

found a copy of the script for Inglourious Basters online here. got to page 20 tonight and it seems mighty fancy. fuck dude. im probably ruining the movie by reading the script, but i cant help myself. you know how douchebags always say the book is better than the movie? i wonder if i’ll be like “the script was better than the movie.” i doubt it since its pretty much a word for word translation instead of an interpretation. just the settings might not be how i imagined them. wanna read the rest now, but its 2:30am and i gotta be up at 6:00am. no biggie though. this is kinda typical of me now. still dont regret getting that math class for every morning that early. good teacher, good teaching, good grades. think i’ll just put my feet up and go to sleep. dont feel like changing and getting in bed. plus this way i might be uncomfortable enough through the night so that i wake up often meaning i wont miss my 6am wakeup.

Really? 1,411?

someone’s got too much time on their hands.

and i’m not talking about me.

Forbes just ranked the most valuable actors from #1 to #1,411. overdoing it just a tad?

ever wanna change your shit like every minute on myspace? goddamn quotes keep floating through my head and i wanna change it, but i wanna let that last one soak in, and most importantly, i dont wanna spam that status shit with me. same with my song. cant make up my mind so i guess i’ll settle.

Elton John

…man that guy is gay. see his greatest hits album laying around. shivers down my spine thinking about his technicolor everything. probably including his dick.

idk what the fuck to talk about. i guess school since its pretty much the biggest thing going on that isnt too personal for me to wanna talk about on this goddamn thing. fuckin Mr….Bernard? idk, juice and jono know, and i dont give a fuck what his name is. he got pwned once again today by my fellow students. first he got schooled when it came to cooling steel, and now he got his ass handed to him discussing electronics. in his defense, he said plenty of times:

“man, i feel weird up here because i dont really know what im teaching”

“im gonna stop there because im not sure about what im doing”

“lets quit that problem before i confuse everyone any more”

“hmm, im not sure. look in chapter 2 when you get home for that.”

“hahaha, i already told you, idk much about this. haha.”

not funny you motherfucker. im not really that mad, so pretend i used a word that wasnt so harsh right there. 2.5 hours of that class and we pretty much learn one algebraic formula each day. once i get the formula i can pretty much bounce if we didnt have a shitty fuckin lab. everyone standing around with a piece of metal waiting their turn on the one machine. he gives us a 10-15 minute break every class though, and we just go sit at a picnic table and stretch it to 30 minutes or more. no biggie. we have a break before that class too, so we go and eat and dont bother leaving the place until class is scheduled to start, then show up like 15 minutes late, and class usually hasnt started because he says “hmmm, not a lot of people. lets wait for more people to show up and ill go to my office.” me jono and juice just sit around on our phones, doing other classes hw, or just talking shit right there about the teacher. hahah, 3rd day of class, this one guy who already dropped the class showed mad disappointment when the teacher was being stupid. put his elbows on the table and held his face in his hands and said “jeeeezus christ.”

first day of class we were given a safety lecture by the department’s technician while the teach made the lamest fucking jokes.(1) the technician asked the guy if he handed out and had us sign the safety waivers, to which he replied

“ohhhh. nooo. where would those be?”

“in your mailbox”

“want me to go get them right now?”

“umm, you havent made copies of it yet, have you?”

“no. i guess ill just do it next time”

then he was asked later what something on our syllabus said, and we said we didnt get one, so the technician asks him

“you got the syllabus to hand out? its kinda important”

“ohhh…nope! haha, left those at home!”

(1)today he made a joke about how math people might as well write out the problem, then for their work write “then a miracle occurred” and then proceed to write the answer. he said because he doesnt know wtf most of all that work means.

im always taking bathroom breaks and going for a walk because its hard to stand that guy talking nonsense to fill up 2.5 hrs. i realized the other day that everytime i walk into a public restroom, it never once crosses my mind that all the stalls may be occupied. its always a huge disappointment when you need a stall and theyre all taken. i wonder if its embarrassing when you take a smelly ass shit, then when leaving you see the guy who is waiting for that stall and feel bad for what he’s about to go through. when im the guy leaving the stall and i see someone, time to put my head down and start walking faster.

whats up with people using stalls to go pee?i hate waiting for a stall because all the guys are too shy or gay to use a urinal. im sure as hell not gonna check out any guy’s dick while standing there. they afraid theyre gonna slip up and try to take a peek and get caught? my deal is im not gonna check out anyone’s junk, and if they sneak a peek, so what? just another appendage. just like an ugly finger. they got one too, so idk why theyd need to see someone elses, but whatever.

i just glad grade school stuff is over where kids drop their pants around their ankles to take a piss and act all cool like theyre not standing there naked. i saw some of that action in high school, but it was a special ed kid, so i couldnt make a big deal out of it. that was during Mr. K’s bio class. that class was hella fun. damn, every class in high school was fun. i dont remember ever hating a class. someone was always willing to fuck around in class. i wouldnt take it to the limit though and get suspended, just get hella detentions and get yelled at a lot. hmmm, unlike most people, i miss high school. not because i was some mr. popular or anything because i surely wasnt. just because i had a lot of fun. all that drama people always complain about never really bothered me. ive typed too much. quit.

I Like

i like staying busy. just going out and sitting around and chilling is alright, but its got nothing on staying busy. most days im busy, then relax, then find something to do and stay busy, then relax some more. today was just event after event of different forms of work. very fulfilling day. cant say doing stuff like that was all fun and games, but i feel like i had a very good day just doing shit for other people.

StumbleUpon

i was about to write a nice long blog. all amped and ready for it. then i remembered about StumbleUpon. i think im gonna do that instead.

if youre not in, enter this code: http://www.stumbleupon.com/

then follow the directions. it will change your life 8D

Mathbonics

i remember when i took that Anthropology class (…or was it Minorities in America?) and there was a chapter on ebonics, and then it gave us examples of how to speak in ebonics. it had a picture of a little black girl yelling, and she was saying “Momma done lost her keys!” that may be the funniest thing i have ever seen in a school textbook.

that memory was just sparked when reading my math book, i was checking out some example problems and it said “The total force exerted by the object be given by F=-120k.”

i hope you caught that.

but dont catch that pop fly herpe.

your junk’s in your hand

it happened again. its been years since. just discussed this the other night with someone.

im talking about when youre all looking around for something that you had in your hand the whole time. im pretty sure everyone’s experienced this, and im pretty sure every one of those people have discussed this phenomenon with someone, so really, im not bringint anything new to the table here. its just so crazy. feel like a total dumbass when it happens.

went to do tha tooth brushin. first thing i grab is the toothpaste. then, i start looking for the toothpaste where it normally is. im like “wtf, who moved the toothpaste? it wasnt even closed to empty so it cant be thrown away.” so i start looking through all the drawers and under stuff and cant find it. then i check the trash can where i already convinced myself there was no way it could have ended up. thats when i decide i can start looking through those drawers much more efficiently if i just set this tube of toothpaste down…and at that moment i was so disappointed in myself i didnt really wanna brush my teeth anymore…but i did.

that reminds me of something i heard a wise man say the other day to an acne-ridden teen: “when you look in the mirror in the morning, you’re not only looking at yourself; you’re looking at what the rest of us have to look at alllll day long. so freshen up!”

guess that means i should wear a hat until i stumble across a haircut. not exactly the better things to stumble into. you should be sitting still.

p.s. goddamn phone. i wish i knew where he was.

Blogging Mood

im not in the mood to blog, even though i wanna chat with myself.

i think i figured out what state i need to be in that makes me wanna do it.

but i havent felt like that in a while.

felt good for the first time in a while today.

it went away though. not cool.

blogging about how im not in the mood to blog?

what kind of crap is that/this?!

Wakey Wakey…you know the rest?

every day of school is another day of struggling to stay awake. 745 class everyday, and i my body should get used to it, but every single day i find myself napping in class. honestly, this is only the 2nd week of school and i’ve snoozed every day (except for the first day because class was like 30 minutes of syllabus junk…or i just skipped the class). i got one class with Dr. Bell, who i’ve had for a couple other engineering courses, and when i did an assignment wrong its because i “shouldnt have been sleeping now Mr. Peel.” fuck that guy. theres something fucked up in his head with how he obsesses over a few human qualities all the time. he likes to talk about how he has a great sense of humor (you dont say that shit out loud) and how we will have plenty of laughs, and how in years past all these questions and assignments that him and the class could sit and have a good laugh over. “and then we laughed and laughed” is how all his stories about past classes ends. he has lots of stories about how he’s been fired from multiple engineering jobs which just lowers his credibility, and he likes to talk about rich friends who he’s spited all his life. what a jackass…but not near as bad as my Materials Testing teacher. i’ll have to save him for another blog. okay, so now Yahoo! comes along and tells me the problem is i’ve been waking up all wrong. youre not supposed to engage in a lot of activity when you wake up, not supposed to wake up all frantic, chug caffeine, or end up sleeping in or hitting the snooze over and over. those either cause for a sluggish day or a soon to come crash.

My daily dose of breakfast for the past few years has been an ice cold Coke and some loud ass sing a long on the car ride to class. i still have the same thing every morning, but now i just kick it all off with a small breakfast.uggghhhh fuck i hate oatmeal too. that shit is hella nasty. maybe no one in this house knows how to prepare it properly? i douse it in brown sugar and a little milk helps, but i cant get past the shit. like salting a dooky…might make it more normal but its still shit. mom makes oatmeal all the time now because she wants us to eat before school, and i really dont wanna, then she starts yelling my bowl is already prepared and getting cold. lo and behold its cold when i get there. every morning, same thing now. not diggin’ it.ahhhh fuck, im super broke. i was gonna talk about the idea of buying me some good breakfast stuff for every morning, but i remembered im broke. another blog idea. i got a ton of hw to do tonight so not tonight for blog. cant be pulling all nighters in the 2nd week of school. bad omen. i’ll see if i can talk the parents into buying microwaveable personal pizzas for snacks, then ill just eat them on my way to class.yeah…thats what ill do. fuck i dont wanna go to work. need a goddamn haircut. i bet that bitch PJ is gonna talk about my wave. its okay though, Clint just force fed me an fistful of racist terminology for asians. i’ll hold my own.

“…hands off Snakey”

Quick Thought

i scanned a page on yahoo and thought i saw the word “bologna” but it ended up really saying “Mediterranean” so i was way off. it sparked something and im not doing anything now, so might as well do this.

bologna bugs the crap out of me. i dont know what its made of. assuming a mixture of a bunch of stuff, but i wont eat it. fucking scares me too. and the spelling. thats some bullshit. i dont like it at all. made me look like a dumbass in 4th grade when we had to write a book, and i made mine about a kid named Baloney Boy. its was a crazy good story and i still have it in some box i need to dig up. it wasnt until i finished the book and bound it all together that the teacher tells me i misspelled this word like 5 times on every page. im not too torn up about that, i just fuckin hate bologna.