Wednesday, September 30, 2009

School Is

School is great. Because. Okay seriously, I'm trying to convince a friend of mine with this post, and honestly, I don't think it will work, but here goes... School is awesome, despite what many people (coughJaclyncough) might think. I mean, yeah it can be a minor inconvenience to read books you wouldn't normally or be forced to actually see what the inside of a library looks like, but in the end, you are better for it. An obvious reason (before I get to the learning part) is the people you meet everyday, especially in college. You meet SO MANY people in college, and they all have a major influence on your life whether you realize it or not. You make new best friends, follow trends and just go with the flow. That is the best part, and the reason why all the 'old people' say that college is the best years of your life- because of the friendships you make and the good times you had. Nobody remembers the reading they had to do, the countless hours of worrying, the midterms they had to study for or the fact that they had to take final exams on their birthday. Instead they remember hanging out with the people they care about, going places and the enjoying the fun times between all the work. And besides, the work isn't all that bad. I mean, sure, half of what we learn is inapplicable to our career or our lives and we forget most of it after the test, but we paid money for that knowledge (a LOT of money) and we want to see some results. So enjoy the good times in school when you don't actually have a real job / career and are in a place where all your friends are easily accessible. Because after college, it's just not the same environment, whether you wear an alumni sweater or not.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Unicycle Kid

So basically, the coolest kid on campus at UC Davis is unicycle kid. He just rides a giant unicycle around campus from class to class. Seriously, I think it takes a lot of guts to ride around on a unicycle (I'd be scared to try it), especially in the crowded streets of Davis during the mad rush between classes. I doubt he ever crashed; he looks that cool / confident / good. I bet that if somebody ran into him (he never runs into anyone, THEY run into him) he would do some sort of super flip and land either back on his unicycle or on his feet- kind of like a Matrix thing; he probably knows kung fu. Anyways, I've seen him around quite a bit, even last year, cruising around on his one-wheeler wearing his sunglasses. He holds his seat (cuz he has to) almost like he's riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo show, but he never falls. So I would like to dedicate this post as an homage to unicycle kid- may he keep on rolling.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Missing the Bus

Oh man, it is such a depressing sight to see the bus you need to take drive away right in front of your eyes. That happened to me today... twice. Missing the bus can throw off your whole schedule, luckily, it didn't affect me too much. However, I'm sure that many a person's lives have been ruined because they missed the bus. There are sadder things, but seriously, seeing the bus slowly (buses are sooooo slow) inch out of sight is kind of insulting; it is too far away to catch, but close enough to make you feel bad. You know that if you had made it to the stop one measly minute earlier your entire life would be different. Instead of standing disappointed at the bus stop, you would be happily seated on a bus en route to the destination of your desire. If you really think about it, making the bus (or not) could have the opportunity to really alter your life. The people you meet (or could have met) is just one example. And I really don't think the back of the bus is that bad of a place to sit, but that's a topic for another day.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Cheesecake Factory

Yesterday we went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, and I gotta say, it is fantastic. I was actually surprised at how many people were there, and what an interesting crowd it was. I was amazed by the guy with the neon shirt (what an excellent way to dress up for dinner). The food was so good; I believe I was as full as I've ever been- couldn't even finish my sandwich (pathetic an unmanly I know). Oh well, it was good. But back to the crowd: there were people of all walks of life at the Cheesecake Factory. There was a two year old doorman (not employed, just a little kid holding the door for fun), a party of fat people and people of every race imaginable. It was so crazy. I never thought it was such a happening place, but apparently I was wrong. Oh, and wouldn't you know it- they sold cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory; who'd a thunk it???

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Segway Kid

So far at school I've seen some pretty ridiculous things (I will tell about them in posts to come) and here's one of them. Everyone knows that Davis is a bike town; there are practically thousands of bikes around the campus and city. So it is definitely no surprise to see thousands of kids biking around campus to get to their classes. On one such occasion, I was enjoying a pleasant day under a tree (watching for potential bike crashes at a traffic circle) when I noticed something extremely unusual. Amid the sea of bikes, I saw a kid on a Segway zoom by. He had a cool air about him, as if he had ridden a Segway hundreds of times. He probably had, and most likely used it to get from one side of his mansion to the other. Seriously, who rides a Segway from class to class? This kid must be too good to pedal, because bikes aren't that hard to ride. Or maybe he was never taught to ride a bike and was instead shown how to ride a Segway ever since he was a tiny infant. I wonder how many times he fell off before he got it right. Either way, the Segway is a bit excessive. It's cool (and makes everybody jealous every time his whizzes by) but excessive.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Cool Back Pack

Today I saw one of the coolest backpacks ever. It is so cool that it isn't sold in stores; it belonged to a kid in my physics class, whom I was able to befriend. It was made from a cylindrical plastic bucket (with lid) and covered in stickers and writing. You know those several gallon buckets that can hold baseballs or cleaning water or whatever... Anyways, he cut the bucket in half and put a back on it, and made it so the lid was semi-attached to the main part. So, essentially, his backpack was half of a bucket with straps. He had all his notebooks in there, as well as other school supplies. To me, it makes perfect sense because you know for a fact that any roughhousing or carelessness or tossing wouldn't damage his supplies inside. (I've never typed roughhousing before. lol). It was definitely one-of-a-kind and he didn't copy it from anybody, I asked him.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Fresh Losers

First day of school- yet another day of ridiculous freshmen. My chemistry class was PACKED full of people; there were more than 500 people there. It is mostly a freshman class, which makes it fun. And since it was the first day, the wee little freshmen got to ask their precious little questions. *Sidenote* My Professor is Dr. E and he makes a lot of jokes (he's very very good) and says things to get a laugh that normal professors wouldn't. Anyways, back to the questions. It was sad to find out that some freshmen didn't get his jokes. For example: Dr. E joked that he would take attendance (but sounded serious); later, some kid asked, "Are you really going to take attendance?" REALLY DUDE!?! I mean, how on Earth would a professor take attendance in a class of over 500 people? That kid was clearly a 'n00b' freshman because, hello, lectures aren't mandatory- especially one like chemistry. But the idiocy didn't stop there. Somebody asked what P.T.A. number stood for (permission to add). That doesn't sound so bad, but it was, because the kid asked that question RIGHT AFTER Dr. E said what it was. I even heard some girls behind me discuss the spelling of the word: syllabus. Ugh! I hope I wasn't that loserish last year, but maybe I was.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Chem test / Freshmen

Yesterday Asha and I took the Chemistry Placement test. It wasn't too hard of a test (we think we passed) but some funny things happened before the test even started. First, we were directed to a lecture hall to sit down. By the way, since we were about to take a placement test, the majority of kids in the lecture hall were freshmen (it was so easy to tell). While Asha and I were sitting and waiting for the test to begin, we started talking. We discussed our apartment, taking the bus, and other such things that, to the eavesdropper, would make it apparent that we were not a freshman. Luckily for me, I noticed that the girl sitting next to Asha (who was totally a freshman) was listening in on us, and had a look of respect / admiration for us, strictly because she could tell we weren't new to the Davis. I could be imagining it, but I swear it's true. However, that was just the beginning... Once the test proctor began speaking and telling us how to fill out the scantron was when the true freshman idiocy showed up. Examples: One guy asked, "Um... you said registration card... does that mean our student I.D.?" YES!!! you crazy person! My gosh! But here's the best one: One girl said, "I accidentally wrote my name upside down on the scantron, is that okay?" WHAT?!! I couldn't believe it. Asha and I both laughed. I mean, seriously, how did people like that get into Davis? Oh well. Basically my point is: freshmen are hilarious.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Book Editions

I would like to point out how completely stupid all of these textbook "editions" are. I mean, some of the books I had to buy for school (like my music book) are in the 10th edition or more! That is just unnecessary and ridiculous. Instead of letting human networking do its magic (like buying books off of Amazon, eBay, Craigslist, asking people to borrow, etc) we have to buy our own brand new book that we will only use for a couple months. And how many times can you rewrite the same book? It has got to be one of the dumbest ploys to get more money I have ever heard of. It works, but it is stupid. Half the time, the new edition is worse than the previous ones because they had to change things to get it re-published. I can understand a couple editions every several years, but 10?!! - come on people. As if tuition, rent, food and fun weren't expensive enough for college kids, authors have to go around making new book editions so we have to buy them brand new every quarter. Lame. The worst is when the professor is using a book they wrote for the class; those usually are re-written / re-published every two weeks. Haha, not really, but it seems like it.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Virtual Haircut

Yesterday I was shown one of the most amazing things ever. It was a YouTube video, but unlike one I have ever seen before. Part of the reason- you didn't "watch" this video, you listened to the sounds. Let me explain: The video is called "Virtual Haircut" and the only way to properly watch it is with headphones (preferably the good stereo ones). The video itself is essentially a blank screen, but the sounds mess with your head. Basically, the way the sound is set up, it seems like you are really in a barbershop, about to get a haircut. The audio is time delayed in each ear, so your brain is trying to locate the sound, but when you look around you there is nothing there. It was so weird. The sounds go in and out, and all around your head, as you feel somebody is in the room with you giving you a haircut. It is tough to describe the awesomeness of this phenomenon, so I can only urge you to go out and try it yourself. I was like a giddy little school boy I thought it was so cool.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Name Tag

It's so fun to mess with people. I mean, in a nice friendly way. Example: Yesterday a bunch of my friends and I went to visit Courtney on campus (because she's an R.A.). While we were hanging out in front of the building, it was obvious to notice a bunch of freshmen milling about, since they just moved in. Sidenote: for some reason not being a freshman anymore makes you feel like "all that and a bag of chips" a.k.a. awesome. So we were talking there in front of the building and a freshman guy walked by us. He had a name tag on, so I decided to have a little fun with it. As he walked by us I said, "Hi, Kevin Young." It caught him completely by surprise. He wondered how I knew his name, and I said I'm psychic or something. However, David was in the background pointing to his own chest, and Kevin Young finally realized that he still had a name tag on. It was great. Everybody had a good laugh about it, then continued on their day.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Epic Fly Kill

Yesterday David and I had the most epic of fly killings. All of our apartment residents were cooking a community dinner in the kitchen (yum) when we noticed some black buzzing dots circling about our aroma-filled apartment. They were pretty good sized flies, and we would just not allow that sort of thing near our food, obviously. So, David and I went on a fly hunt. However, since we are poor, starving (well, until we ate our dinner I guess) college students, we did not have a fly swatter; we had to use our hands. So there we were, clapping about the kitchen and living room, trying desperately to decease this fly. After several failed attempts, the fly flew between Dave and I, and it would be the last mistake that fly would make. We both (simultaneously) clapped at the fly and BOTH HIT IT. The buzzing stopped, and it fell to the ground, dead. It was amazing; so amazing, in fact, that the song "Superstition" was playing in the background. It wasn't like we both went for it and one of us got it- somehow our hands overlapped and we both hit it. Awesome. The only thing better would have been if we were high-fiving and a fly flew in the middle of our high five; it was that cool.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Fixing Bikes

I never thought bikes could be so much maintenance. Seriously. Since last year I have had a flat front tire on my bike and refused / was too lazy to fix it because the air leaked out so slowly. Well, now we have a ton of free time since school hasn't started yet, so I decided to fix it. I pulled out the tube, found the hole (after much scrutinizing) and patched it. Although I thought (hoped) I was done, I definitely was not. To my dismay, my bike tire was flat the next day- the patch failed. I tell myself that there were more holes (instead of me just failing the patch job). So, a few days later I went and bought a new bike tube, and now it works! So exciting. But my story is nothing compared to Kenny; he has had so many bike problems. According to him, he had zero problems last year, but I guess his bike's mileage is way up there now or something. He had to patch a tube (failed), bought a new one and fixed it, but the spokes broke. Geez. So he had to send his wheel into the bike shop for new spokes. We hope that's the last of his bike failures, but in the back of our minds we get the feeling that he's not done by a long shot. "When in Davis", I guess.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Soda POP!

Yesterday we looked in our mini fridge and found an unexpected spectacle. There was syrupy brownness all over, and some even dripped onto the carpet. The source of the problem: a can of Pepsi had exploded. That's right- exploded. The mouth of one can was turned up, and dismantled as if it had been thrown on the concrete. After further investigation, we discovered the reason the can exploded: the fridge was too cold. Way too cold. It was almost like a freezer I guess, because it froze the cans of soda in there. We were lucky that only one exploded. However, when feeling the other cans we noticed they were all rock-solid. In a frenzied mad rush of panic to avoid any other explosions, we hurried the cans to the counter to defrost. (actually we removed them in normal fashion in no rush whatsoever). Anyways, we cleaned up the mess and the day was saved. Luckily, we remembered to turn up the refrigerator temperature so this sticky situation would not happen again.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Monty Python & Holy Grail

Monty Python and the Holy Grail is such a classic funny movie. A bunch of us watched it yesterday (I've lost count how many times I've seen it) and it was still hilarious. "Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government." Ahaha. From the black knight who declares "It's only a flesh wound" or the peasant who said, "She turned me into a newt....... I got better", that movie is straight-up awesome. I mean, where else can you learn so much about swallows? (African and European). I never even knew that, logically, if a girl weighs as much as a duck then she's made of wood, and therefore, a witch! I could go on and on forever quoting this movie, and well, that would be okay because it would continue to be funny. Just about everyone has seen Monty Python, so quoting it is applicable in many different social situations; if you remember a classic funny line and apply it at the right moment you will get many a laugh. But if you want to achieve true greatness, learn the obscure quotes that aren't so prominent- quotes by Roger the Shrubber or Zoot the temptress. And if you want to learn the best way to insult somebody, take notes from the crazy french guy.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Bug Bites!

Bug bites are so annoying! I never thought such a small assailant could make me hurt so much. And with bugs, it is never one-and-done (in terms of bites). Instead you get like 50 of them. Last night there was mosquito in my apartment that was causing havoc. Apparently it bit me about 7 times while I was hanging around the living room. I actually saw it land on my arm and sink its little nose thingy in. Gross. I tried to slap it, but missed and spent the rest of the evening paranoid at every little feeling on my skin or hair. I also tried to hunt it, but it avoided me every time. Damn mosquito. If you think about it, it is really gross to wake up in the morning covered in bites, because you know that bugs were crawling all over you while you were sleeping. The worst is spider bites: you see those two little hole surrounded by a mound of red itch, and just know there isn't anything you can do about it. And that anti-itch cream never really works, at least for me. I guess the only retribution we get from bug bites is the fact that we can end a bug's life instead of making it itch for a day. Humans win. (if we don't get malaria or yellow fever).

Monday, September 14, 2009

Concert T-Shirt Guy

Man it would suck to work at a concert. Well, in some departments. The little aisle security guy in front has it made in the shade, but the t-shirt vendor people have it bad. It must be so stressful. It must also suck to be one of the search people who feel you up before you go in to make sure you don't have anything you shouldn't. (My friend had to throw away an umbrella). Somehow people manage to get things in, and if something went wrong it would be all your fault. Anyways, back to the t-shirt vendor people. While I was in line for a t-shirt, I realized how annoying it would be to work there. A mass of people squeezing in together to get a shirt with no definitive line or order whatsoever. Terrible chaos. The guy working closest to me was getting annoyed- almost everyone would go up to him with no idea what they wanted exactly, pointing at like 10 shirts saying, "That one." When he would bring them the shirt some of them would hold it up, say 'nevermind' and leave. Wow people. He yelled at us to make a line, and well, he tried to be nice but he was dealing with a bunch of idiots. When it was my turn I went up to him, said exactly what I wanted (mentioning size and color of shirt so he knew what ones), gave him EXACT change, said thank-you, and left with my merchandise. I swear I must have made his day as his best customer.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Mouse Tail

Yesterday I went to the UC Davis football game and saw a very weird and interesting person. A few rows ahead of me was standing an Asian guy (typical) with a shaved head. Something wasn't right, though. For some reason, a patch of hair on the back of his head was about 3 inches long. It was like he had a goatee... on the the wrong side! I have no idea why he would choose such an absurd style of hair. Maybe that part of his head got colder than the rest. Maybe he couldn't grow a real goatee so he took what he could get. Maybe the barber missed a spot. Maybe his hair grew faster in that spot. There are many plausible reasons, but we figured the most likely one was: he was in the beginning stages of growing a "rat tail" style hair. It's like a lame mullet (not that mullets are cool). However, his hair wasn't long enough yet, so it was a baby rat tail- a mouse tail. The highlight of the night (while observing this guy) was when he stroked his mouse tail, twirling it between his fingers in a playful manner.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Peanut Buttery Greatness

There's nothing quite like the smell, taste and appearance of a fresh, brand-new jar of peanut butter. Something about it's perfectly flat and unbroken surface right after the seal is removed just screams excellence and tastiness. I almost don't want to disturb it; maybe just let it bask in its glory for eternity. But I am hungry. Scooping a finger into the perfect sea of silky smooth awesomeness is a bittersweet moment. I enjoy the undisturbed peanut buttery taste, but am sad to disrupt its calm. In a way I feel I am stealing its innocence because, after that, it just gets more disheveled and ragtag. Nobody cares about peanut butter after it has already been used, they just slop it on toast or a sandwich without a second thought. But if it is a new jar, it takes on an entirely new persona. A persona of awesomeness, as just about everyone is in awe of its perfect beauty. In this world of hate and wrong, new peanut butter is a metaphor to the world; every new jar is perfect until it becomes corrupt by people. Once it is disturbed, there is no going back, and it is a tragedy to witness.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Flyers

I never thought I would become a "putting up flyers guy" but it happened. It is kinda depressing, but I guess desperate times call for desperate measures (unless they're socialist, lol). Anyways, I have been in quite a predicament for some time, trying to sell some extra concert tickets. It seems as if I tried just about everything to sell them, but... no dice. So I resorted to- yep you guessed it- putting up flyers. I rode around downtown Davis and posted flyers all around on telephone poles and electric boxes. Now I know what it feels like to be one of those people and that's not a good thing. Putting up flyers is so 'old school' and well, weird. I doubt they will work, but hey, at least my phone number is posted around random parts of town. So, I guess when you can't sell anything to your friends, your friends' friends, your relatives, anyone on eBay or Craigslist, it is time to put up flyers. Hooray.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Comcast Guy

It is really interesting to meet people and find out their life story. In other words, a lot of people have done interesting things in their lives that you may never guess. For example, today I was talking with the Comcast guy, Daniel. We first talked about how the internet guy no-showed, but that eventually led to a conversation on what he used to do. He told us he was in the Navy for 10 years stationed in San Diego, then went to Hawaii and then the Philippines. It was very interesting, and I never would have guessed. He said he just does his Comcast job for fun a few hours a day because he is retired, and gets a check from the Navy each month. Anyways, it is really cool to listen to what people have done in their lives. Another quick example is a guy I went golfing with. He was probably in his 60's or so. After talking, we found out his brother almost went to the Olympics, but broke his foot. So, it just goes to show that you never know what people have experienced in their lives, and it is very cool to listen and find out.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Goodwill Experience

So something really interesting happened to me yesterday. My dad, grandpa and I went to the Goodwill store to get some things for my apartment. At the front of the store we saw some frying pans and put one in our cart. It wasn't used, and there were a few more left on the shelf. Anyways, we went about our shopping, adding things here and there that we thought would be useful. At one point, we left our cart unattended near an aisle (while we were a few feet away looking on some of the shelves for stuff). When we came back to our cart, to our surprise, the frying pan was missing. Gone. We looked around, wondering if we had the right cart or where we could have misplaced the pan. The only logical conclusion was that somebody in Goodwill came by and took our frying pan out of the cart. We couldn't believe it. I mean, it wasn't a great frying pan (it was good) but there were definitely some left in the store. And who goes around taking a frying pan out of someone else's cart in Goodwill, of all places? Maybe if it was a valuable game or novelty item and I had the last one in the cart, it would be acceptable. But a frying pan? Come on, man (or woman). It was ridiculous. If you go around stealing things out of carts at Goodwill, I am pretty sure your life has sunk to a new low .

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Texting Habits

Have you ever noticed how there are just some people who seem to send text messages in such an annoying way? Well, certain people have texting habits that are straight-up unhealthy and dumb. First off: the "hip text lingo guy." Seriously dude, stop it. They text like this: Hey dde wasup wit u. Ill b l8 4 din 2nite but b4 u go 2 bed..." and all that crap. It's ridiculous, so just stop it. They invented T-9 Word (predictive text) for a reason. The other person, which I hate most, is the person who texts you just saying, "Hey." That's all they say. They only text "hey." I'm not gonna respond to that. If you want to talk to me, then think of something more creative to say, or just call me at least. Which brings me to another point- texting should be limited. It has gotten way out of hand and people should just call each other more. Stop hiding behind emotionless text messages because you're afraid of talking to a real person. Another person is the texter who uses exactly correct grammar. It's not annoying, but just funny. You don't need to take THAT MUCH time with it. Usually, it is the new texters (or parents) that use this method. Anyways, the last person on my list is the texter that always have to have the last word. You say goodbye, they say bye. You say see you later, they say okay, etc. No matter what you do, this person has to text last. It's kinda sad; I think they are clinging onto every text message they can get. So watch out for these annoying texters, and please don't be one of them.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Church Yesterday

So my church is definitely going down hill. Down a steep hill. Very fast. It used to be a good church with a powerful message to help you be a better person and lead a better life, but now it is just a show. One indicator is that my church bought out and renovated an old movie theatre. Another could be the fact that the people there clap ALL THE TIME. They clap after every song, always, as if it was a concert instead of worship. Sometimes they won't shut up, and it usually comes back to that 'one-guy' who decided to start the clap. However, it is funny sometimes when he tries to start a clap and only a few people join in- fail! Haha. Anyways, so aside from the big band, stage setting and clapping something very interesting happened yesterday. First off, my pastor has suddenly come into the habit of entertaining the crowd rather than preaching. He tells wild stories and jokes that vaguely relate to the message at best. Yesterday's topic was about finding God's treasure in your life or something cheesy like that. You know what they did? They showed a video clip of Pirates of the Caribbean, and then our pastor came on stage wearing full-blown pirate gear and talking like a buccaneer. You know- "Aar Matey" and "scallywag" and all that. He had a giant hat with a huge feather, a bright red coat and a hook in one hand. It was funny, but come on man, this is church. I'm not saying it has to be uptight, but seriously, it has become a show instead of a place to better yourself. And the show isn't that good either.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Baby Voices

I'm sure most of you have heard people speak in their "baby voices" when an infant is around. If not, then you are extremely lucky. People's baby voices are straight-up ridiculous, and are embarrassing to witness. I just feel sorry for them, and the baby; I'm sure the baby doesn't want to be spoken to like that. Everyone knows that kids always want to feel grown up and adults want to be kids- it's ironic, but I digress. Back to baby voices. Yesterday at a family party I was forced to witness and endure one of the worst baby voices on the face of the planet. This aunt of mine thought she was amusing a little baby (like 1 year old) by speaking in an outrageous cutesy baby voice. I was trying to eat, and almost threw up. It wasn't like a one time thing either, she went on and on for at least 10 minutes talking to this baby who just stared back at her with droopy cheeks. But that wasn't the worst part. My aunt decided to sing the "Itsy Bitsy Spider" song to the baby, in her baby voice, about 20 times in a row. OH MY GOD! It was brutal. The funniest thing was that her baby voice carried over to her normal conversation for a few minutes when an adult asked her a question. I wish you could have been there to witness it, but then again, you probably wouldn't have wanted to be there. Almost everybody uses this alternate voice and it is really funny to notice. And it's not just with babies- it mostly occurs with animals (especially dogs). People just need to stop embarrassing themselves like that, but it is a prime target if you are looking for someone to make fun of. So the next time you see somebody asking their chihuahua in their purse what kind of dog biscuit they would like best because "they are the bestest cutest most precious little puppy in the world, yes they are" - go ahead and laugh out loud as you walk by. Maybe even tell your friends.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Movie Experience

Yesterday my friends and I decided to go see the movie "Extract" with Jason Bateman and Mila Kunis. I had one of the typical terrible experiences before the movie even started. Here it goes. First of all, the movie cost $5.50 because I had a coupon. However, I only had $3 in cash, so the other $2.50 was in quarters (not much compared to the times I paid $9 for a movie in quarters. lol). Anyways, so we walk up to the ticket booths and there is a small line. I get in one line and my friends get in the other. Wouldn't you know, their line moved faster. I didn't switch because I was fidgeting with my quarters, trying to get them all in order. So they both paid and had their tickets, and there I was stuck in line behind some old lady. I saw the other ticket window was open (nobody in line) and when I was about to go over there, some guy rushed in ahead of me. Typical. So there I was still stuck behind the lady. Of course, she took forever to get her ticket (for Extract too, actually). So FINALLY I get up to the window and say, "One for Extract, please" as I hand her my coupon. Then she asks for my I.D.! Oh my gosh, that just was the icing on the cake. Both my friends didn't get asked for their I.D.'s and there I was, forced to fumble through my wallet to prove that I was old enough to see the movie. I mean, come on, you only have to be 17 to see R rated movies, and I am 19. I don't look that young; it was so bothersome. Maybe if I was a girl it would be flattering. So I showed her my I.D. and handed her the money. I was glad it was quarters, but deep inside, wished I payed with pennies just to make her suffer. That annoying little prick.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Soreness

Being sore sucks. You don't really realize how much you use a certain muscle until it's sore. Do you ever feel like if you stretch it too fast you will tear your muscle apart? I hope that isn't possible. In a way, being sore helps you appreciate your muscles during their healthy state. Take your abs for example. If your abs are sore, just about any activity you try to do will be marred with a bit of painful sting. Funny thing is, whenever you're sore in a particular area, it always seems that you need to use that muscle. No matter what. Same thing goes for when you get a cut or bruise or some other injury. Let's say you get a blister on your hand somewhere- everything you touch seems to poke the blister, doesn't it? It's like the world's cruel joke: if you are hurt somewhere, the world makes sure to pain you in that spot. By that justification, we should all poke fun at sore losers. They are sore (at losing) so it is only right that we make it worse for them, right?

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Donut Man

Okay so here's a funny little story from my life. So, after church on Sundays my family got into the habit of going to a little donut shop, called RB Donuts. We would go every Sunday. The shop was run by an Asian couple who could speak English, but had pretty heavy accents. Anyways, since we would go so often, the man would recognize my brothers and me. We would usually order the same donut: I would get a maple bar, Tyler would get a chocolate twist and Derek would get a strawberry cruller. Well, after a few weeks, the Donut Man (Asian shop owner) began remembering our orders. On a couple occasions, we would just walk in the shop and he would put our usual donuts into a bag for us. It was funny. We would change it up a few times (my brothers mostly) but I usually got a maple bar. Eventually, the Donut Man began calling me "Maple Bar." That was my name. When I went away to college my brothers went to the donut shop without me and Donut Man would ask where "Maple Bar" was. My brothers would explain that I was in college. During breaks when I was home, he would immediately recognize me and grab a maple bar for me. So that is our relationship: Donut Man and Maple Bar. Yesterday I saw Donut Man in a department store- it was so weird. He didn't have a maple bar to give me. It was sad, but then again, it wasn't Sunday.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Run-In With "Woo Girls"

Alright so last night my family and I went to Bucca di Beppo (or something like that) which is a family style Italian restaurant. It is very unique and has tons of pictures on the wall of random people. Most of them are in black and white. I noticed something funny about those photos: they contained a lot of fat people. I'm not trying to be mean, but I was scared that their food would make me fat or something. Why else would they have a bunch of really fat people on the wall? It was creepy. There was also a photo of some nuns frolicking in the water at a beach (with all their nun gear on). It was pretty funny. Anyways, we sat near a room that apparently contained a large party of people (like 50) and from what I could gather, they were hosting some kind of going away party or something like that. They were so obnoxious. They would randomly burst into cult-like chants of random things for several minutes that would be followed by giggling and applause. They were SO LOUD. It wasn't that bad, but then came the wooing. I think they were handing out awards or something, but seriously, they all erupted into a big 'WOO' about every 30 seconds. It got so annoying. The table next to us got really peeved, and would say things like "Hey were trying to talk over here" and "Is there a door we can close?" I agreed, their 'wooing' got way out of hand. I mean, a couple 'woos' here and there are okay, but to 'woo' that much over the period of about 20 minutes is just unacceptable. I responded the only way I could, by making fun of them. They probably didn't hear me, but my brother and I started to 'woo' after minor things. For example: I would say, "I just took a bite of food!" WOO! or "These pretzels are making me thirsty" WOO! It went on and on. But still, it very bothersome to hear them 'woo.' The only thing that may have saved them was that some of the girls were cute. Anyways, that is my blog post for today. WOO!!!

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Hooray for Naps!

Yay naps! They are so amazing. And refreshing. And wonderful. And cool. And awesome. Anyways, I could go on for a while discussing all of the cool adjectives that describe naps, and you probably could too. I just took a nap today, and I gotta say, no matter how tired you are, they always feel good. Even if you aren't that tired, you will wake up refreshed and revitalized. They are always good, and promote good health, good grades and a good attitude. Have you heard that a 30 minute nap each day is good for you? However, if you go over that amount you could jeopardize your sleeping patterns. Whatever. Who wants to take a 30 minute nap. I tried to once, even set an alarm, but I just hit snooze- for another hour. Naps are great. You can take on in a car, you can take one in a bar. You can have one in bed, you can have one in a shed. You can have one in a chair, you can have one anywhere!