tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64530227660760970432024-03-13T11:42:38.624-07:00The Greener Side of LifeKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-83517726875105503952015-12-19T08:09:00.001-08:002015-12-19T08:09:19.715-08:00Losing my Waffle-Maker Virginity So today I made the most AMAZING waffles (yum). It was my first time using a waffle-maker and let me tell you - the sensation you get when opening the waffle-maker to find a perfectly golden, fluffy, waffle is indescribable. You created it. You made it. Prior to that waffle, it was merely a collection of individual parts - oil, eggs, waffle powder batter, etc. Isn't it amazing what you can make when you combine all of those ingredients? Wow. No words.<br />
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PS - the waffles were huuuuuuuge. Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-57176618077938177942013-01-02T17:32:00.001-08:002013-01-02T17:32:29.877-08:00I'm BaaaaaackkkkHello Folks!<br />
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I realize that I'm probably talking to myself, since I'm the only person that looks at this, but I will continue to announce myself anyways. It has been a long time since I blogged, and I realize that I miss it. Since it is New Years and all, I might as well get started now. We shall see how long it lasts.<br />
<br />Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-27609135994624332702010-12-23T11:44:00.001-08:002010-12-23T12:30:45.623-08:00Movie Mix UpIan and I planned to go see the movie: "How Do You Know" at 10:20pm at the Ultra Star Cinema in Poway on Tuesday. It wasn't a date or anything, we were setting it up and several friends were joining us. We planned it around 11:30am and I thought that was it. First off, it should be noted that we ALWAYS go to Ultra Star because its the only theater in Poway, and the only one we ever go to.<div> <div>During the day, I got a call from my friend Nicole, who was also going, to make sure that I could go to the movie. I guess she was trying to get in on the planning too. Later I got a text from her (and I knew it was a mass text) that said the plan was to see "<b>Black Swan</b>" at 10:20 at <b>Edwards. </b>I should have been concerned that the movie and the theater changed (to a theater a lot further away b.t. dubs) but I went with it because the time was similar and Black Swan was a movie I wanted to see too, and it wasn't playing at Ultra Star. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was giving Nicole and Ian a ride. As we picked up Ian, Nicole called David to see if we could pick him up to to join the 'party van'. He had just left, but turned around to go home to get picked up. Right after Nicole hung up, I pleaded with her to call David back and tell him to drive himself because he lived on the opposite side of town and we would be late if we picked him up. (Party pooper, I know). So she called David and told him, and he grumpily got back on the road.</div><div>Well I started heading towards the freeway (because the movie is THAT far away), or so I thought. I went straight at a light to head towards the freeway when Ian blurted out from the back "Where are you going? Why didn't you go left?" to which I replied "Don't tell me the best way to get to the freeway from here." "Why do you need to go on the freeway? We're going to Ultra Star" Ian said. The ensuing conversation brought up the fact that Ian still thought we were going to Ultra Star, like originally planned, and that Nicole mixed it all up. We weren't even sure if there was Black Swan playing at the other theater at 10:20pm. Nicole and Ian started arguing, semi-playfully all while I was driving to the freeway trying to get an answer: What are we going to do?</div><div>Well we decided we'd go to Ultra Star in Poway so we called David again and told him to turn around. He was just about to get on the freeway himself, and wasn't too pleased about having to turn around again. I was forced to get on the freeway because that was now the quickest route. As we cruised along towards the exit, Ian and Nicole started talking about how we should just go to Edwards anyways. Ian checked the showtimes and Black Swan was playing at 10:15pm at Edwards, which was an enormous stroke of coincidence. So, we decided to go to Edwards like we originally planned (mistakenly). </div><div>That meant another call to David. Ian called this time instead of Nicole because she couldn't bare to tell him to turn around yet again. David was pissed upon answering the phone, especially when Ian said we were really going to Edwards now instead of Ultra Star. Again.</div><div>"You know what, I'm just gonna go home" I heard David say. Ian pleaded with him that this was the FINAL plan and convinced him to turn around and go.</div><div>Finally we could concentrate on where we were going, now that we knew. Well as we went down the freeway, I saw some break lights ahead. I slowed down a bit, but then as the lanes shifted, a giant semi-truck started changing lanes right into me! I slammed the breaks and swerved into the lane to the left, which luckily had nobody in the way. As if near-death wasn't bad enough, all the traffic stopped. We were completely still on the freeway for like 15 minutes, which meant we were going to be late for the movie. David was in a similar predicament.</div><div>Now that we realized that we weren't going to make the movie, Ian looked up other showtimes. Black Swan had no other ones, and the other movies didn't really have convenient times / we didn't want to see them. So, we decided to see "How Do You Know" at 11pm. Traffic finally moved again and we got to the theater at 10:30 - just too late to make our original plan. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So to summarize, we made David turn around 4 times and almost died in order to see the same movie we originally planned to see 40 minutes later at a theater farther away. And it was pouring rain on the drive back- definitely hydroplaned on the freeway going 50 mph.</div></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-25477190017037056382010-12-23T11:32:00.000-08:002010-12-23T11:42:53.656-08:00Identical Thought Process?So the other day my brother and I were doing our Christmas shopping. As usual, we ended up wandering through a bunch of stores. At one point, we were at Target, which is where our story begins to get interesting. We saw a kid walking around the store; nothing out of the ordinary, he was just a kid about my brother's age (like 18). As we continued to wander about Target, we passed by him again and kind of glanced at each other in recognition. It's always weird to see the same person in a different part of the same store. Well after a while, we checked out of the Target, and started walking to the car. As we were on the sidewalk next to the parking lot, we passed by the same kid again! Crazy? Not yet. <div>We got in the car and drove to Wal-Mart, then to Barnes and Noble. As we were walking around the bookstore, we SAW THE SAME KID AGAIN! Now that's insane because Barnes and Noble is completely across town from Target. I had to say something, since we both obviously recognized the fact that we were going to just about every store at the same time. "I hope you aren't going to In-N-Out next" I said (since my bro and I were going there next) and he said, "Oh, nope I was just there." Hahaha wow. It was just a weird coincidence where my brother and I seemed to have the same thought process as this one random kid, who turns out, was in one of my brothers high school classes (so they recognized each other but weren't friends or anything).</div><div>That's it. Now that was crazy.</div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-27819894241809705872010-11-02T00:21:00.001-07:002010-11-02T00:21:37.973-07:00Darn Hooves Can't TypeHere's how you type a donkey laughing: hehahehahehaKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-14698138058082576972010-10-26T13:28:00.001-07:002010-10-27T00:39:09.519-07:00Where Have All the Nice People Gone?I wish more people had heart. Not <b>A </b>heart; we all have one of those. I mean the times where people do something nice to help out a fellow human being, or bend the rules under special circumstances if it seems right. There have been too many instances in my life where a person of authority would not budge on the rules, not one bit, when they could have easily made my day by making a simple, reasonable exception. For example, the lady who wouldn't let me watch the Huey Lewis concert from the ambulance area, even though I had a ticket and couldn't get in because I wasn't 21. She could have easily let me stand there - a harmless act, and I would have written on how the situation was mended rather than made worse. She just didn't have common sense and compassion and <b>heart</b>, which seems to be a sad pattern amongst people. That being said, I like to live my life by the golden rule... seems cheesy, but it makes sense. I hold a job of reasonable authority now by 'supervising' and have to make some important decisions. But the most satisfaction I get out of life, which could be applied to most people if they tried, is to live by this golden rule. To do something and think, "Wow, that's how I wish somebody would treat me in that situation." It's comforting, and it's precisely the attitude I brought to refereeing (being one of the 'good' refs) and now to my supervisor job.<div>Not to toot my own horn, but something happened last night where I acted how I would hope to be treated. I was supervising, and 'broke' the rules to help out some guys. They simply wanted to play a pick-up game of soccer after the IM games were over, but needed me to keep the goals unlocked and the lights on. Basically, they needed me to stay past my scheduled time of work while they played for a bit. They hadn't been able to get their crew together to play for some time, and nighttime was the only time they could all play. They had tried renting a field, but the time slots were all full, and not many fields in Davis have lights. They needed me. I could have easily said "No" and made up excuses like "it's not part of my job", "I'm not scheduled to work anymore", or "I'm sorry, I just can't do it". I almost did that. I almost said those things. But then I thought of what it would be like if I was in this guy's shoes. It made no sense for me to reject him, when I could easily help him out. I would've liked someone to show me some heart in a similar situation, so that's exactly what I did. I stayed for about 45 minutes past my schedule, unpaid, just so they could play some pick-up soccer. It made their night; they told me they had a great time and were really thankful. It made me feel good that they had such a good time, and all I had to do was go a little outside the lines. It wasn't harmful, it was humane, and I wish it would become more common in our society.</div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-52191958803204428762010-08-29T21:16:00.001-07:002010-08-29T21:17:15.387-07:00Sums him Up Pretty Well<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">From a Yahoo article about Obama's visit to New Orleans:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div>But Obama's speech didn't offer any new plans for restoring the Gulf, bringing New Orleans' fast-disappearing wetlands back to life or cleaning up BP's spilled oil. Some residents had hoped Obama would take the opportunity to announce an early end to the deepwater drilling moratorium he enacted after the spill. But he made no mention of the moratorium, which people here say is costing jobs.</span>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-52013314301760816412010-08-12T21:19:00.001-07:002010-08-12T21:19:25.687-07:00Put Out the Fire, Pick a New AdjectiveRandom Thought. I am SICK of people using the word "stoked" to describe how excited they are about something. It is overused, not very descriptive and just sounds like an ugly word. You stoke a fire... but you shouldn't be stoked.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-37720383318154842862010-08-06T12:48:00.000-07:002017-04-01T08:38:56.759-07:00Back to My OpinionsKylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-5221873221361785962010-04-26T22:22:00.001-07:002010-04-26T22:22:36.693-07:002 Minutes in Heaven is Better than 1 Minute in HeavenToday, a series of events transpired on the D-Line bus that seriously made my day complete. Like the title states, it all happened in about 2 minutes. So here goes: I boarded "the D" around 6 o'clock and it began to fill up quickly. I took a seat in the front of the bus, facing sideways, and watched as all the seats were slowly taken. After every available seat was filled, a girl with a guide puppy in training (black lab... very adorable) stepped on "the D." I asked her if she would like my seat, but she politely declined; she instead stood near me at the front of the bus. A few seconds later, another girl came onto the bus, kinda cute, so I asked her, "Would you like my seat?" She kindly declined. I replied with, "Are you sure?" in a half-joking manner to lighten the mood. She again resisted and stood across from guide-puppy girl. Then two Asian girls stepped through the double doors of the bus, single file. One of the girls saw the dog sitting cutely on the floor and jumped, clutching her chest, as if she saw a giant rat. She continued to hurry past the 'beast' even after she knew it was dog, obviously frightened and trying to calm down. A couple more people walked in, then I hear a voice from a few seats back.; it was a guy sitting in one of the two-seat clumps that face forward. "Would you like my seat?" he asks some girl in the aisle, "No thanks" she says. BUT THEN: he responded with, "Are you sure?" It was said in the exact same manner and tone that I had used only a minute earlier. I couldn't believe my ears! It was like he was a contestant on "The Pick-Up Artist" and was using a new pick-up line he learned. I was weirded out of my mind. He definitely wasn't making fun of me, because he looked like the nice guy type that is usually a bit awkward around girls. But come on, man, at least wait until the next bus ride to use it. I looked at the girl I had offered my seat to, and we joked about it - how that 'line' must be the signature line used on buses or something. I explained that, according to me, I made it up... and then sat back and laughed and the overwhelming sequence of events.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-45095289178486293382010-03-30T11:26:00.001-07:002010-03-30T14:08:56.933-07:00Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-8699734478919226852010-01-25T20:36:00.001-08:002010-01-25T20:36:55.253-08:00Holy Lemonade.Yesterday I went to a restaurant called BJ's. (I have no clue what it stands for, but I'm pretty sure it's not what you're thinking). Anyways, the server came over and it was time to order beverages. Shannon ordered first and said, "Water." I had to order next and found myself in quite a predicament, because everyone knows that once one person orders water, the rest of the table has to, or else they will suffer a slight guilt for ordering something else. Most of the time it's because you're cheap (like me) or don't want to feel like a fat-ass. Either way, I felt inclined to say "water" just as Shannon did, as if I was supposed to, in order to be polite or something. So I gave in; I ordered water, even though I had my eye on the strawberry lemonade. I regretted my decision immediately, but hey, I was saving a few bucks. Lame right? I was sitting there in my watery shame, as my friends ordered fantastic things like Root Beer and Pepsi. I blew it. (Lol, BJ's joke). Anyways, just as the server was about to leave the table, I gathered up some courage and asked for the strawberry lemonade. I gotta say, it was probably one of the best decisions of my life because when it came to the table and I tasted its syrupy sweetness, I was in heaven. Without a doubt, it was the best lemonade I will ever have in my life. The others at the table tasted and agreed, it was amazing.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-89046534528665097762009-12-11T18:50:00.001-08:002009-12-11T18:50:32.209-08:00NotebooksIt's fun to look back at my notebook at all the notes I've taken over the quarter. Like Shannon said, it always starts off good; my notebook looks like it belongs to the best student in the world the first couple weeks. I have multi-colors, neat writing and even notes from reading the book chapters. But by the end it is a sad story. Some lectures would be missing. Some would have two bullets. I stopped reading and taking notes from the book. But one thing is for sure: my pages progressively become more messy and abundant with random things that are of no educational value whatsoever. My favorite is to look back on lectures that had sloppy, kindergarten handwriting because I had fallen asleep and my hand was too weak to write after I woke up. Good times.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-76497240987732063932009-11-25T19:11:00.001-08:002009-11-25T19:11:53.211-08:00Dicky VWill Dick Vitale please shut the hell up. Seriously, he's so old we should be calling him a diaper dandy.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-88405591135357366712009-11-17T17:39:00.001-08:002009-11-17T17:39:17.920-08:00Mustache GirlAsha and I rode the bus to chemistry this morning at 7:00 am (gross I know). Anyways, we were groggily sitting next to each other near the back door, trying to wake up. Mind you, there were PLENTY of open seats scattered about the bus. At one stop, "mustache girl" gets on (this girl in our bio discussion who's Asian and has a mustache and is very annoying and awkward). Instead of finding a seat like a normal human being, mustache girl decides to stand right by Asha and I, not because she wanted to talk to us, but for some reason unbeknownst to us. She just stood there the entire ride (with open seats everywhere), and at one point decided to apply some weird prescribed facial cream to her face; maybe it was mustache wax.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-44484615973756624682009-11-12T16:05:00.001-08:002009-11-12T16:10:02.597-08:00Bus Seating ChartI've noticed something interesting on the bus, which can also be seen in the classroom or anywhere where people are forced to sit down in a large area of seats. I've noticed that people seem to refrain from sitting next to each other unless they are forced to by a lack of available spaces. While sitting on the bus, I watched as people filed in and took seats one-by-one, but were careful to not sit right next to another person (they would sit at least one seat apart). It's as if it would be awkward if someone decided to sit next to someone else while other seats were available. Girls would especially think a guy was hitting on them or being creepy. Friendliness is out-dated I suppose. It was not until all of the extra spaces were filled did somebody decide to sit next to me. I thought it was interesting, or maybe I just smelled bad or something.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-80650992594473976492009-10-30T20:50:00.000-07:002009-10-30T20:52:53.040-07:00Candy CornIt's Halloween time, and that means its time to break out the candy corn. Yay candy corn. Seriously though, I get tired of eating it after 3 of them or so. It's almost like I forget that I don't really like them. I would like to know when the last time candy corn was manufactured though, because it could have been made in the stone age and still taste the same. There isn't really an expiration date, so how do you know when it's bad? I think the flavor they make it in is called: Stale. Because other than that, it just tastes like sugar.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-34144536792605837342009-10-24T18:10:00.000-07:002009-10-24T18:19:58.763-07:00JuxtapositionSo what's with the word "juxtaposition"? I can't stand it. It's just one big, unnecessary word that essentially means the same thing as comparison. In my writing class last quarter, I swear it was used at least five times a day, as if the kids in that class wanted to sound all smart and stuff. "If you look at the juxtaposition between these characters...." UGH! I hated it. Just because you're in college doesn't mean you should go around using fancy words that sound stupid. Personally, I don't even think it made them sound smarter, because smarter people use words that can be understood and related to - otherwise people would never know they are smart; it just would sound like mumbo-jumbo (which is a cool phrase b.t. dubs). So, to sum it all up, I think 'juxtaposition' is an unnecessary english word that is proof that we have way too many words. It is definitely one that shouldn't be used, I mean, just say, "if we compare" or "the comparison between." It is exactly the same thing and doesn't sound as lame.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-36257735259716836622009-10-21T15:40:00.000-07:002009-10-21T15:47:50.692-07:00GrapesEating grapes is sometimes the biggest gamble of your life. Out of an entire bunch, there might be only a few good ones. However, it can be really difficult to notice until after you have bitten into the delectable little purple (or green) thing. I personally prefer crunchy grapes that are NOT squishy at all. Haven't really asked around, but I hope nobody likes those soggy death grapes that make you feel like you are chewing on a piece of moldy wet cardboard. I get so freaked out when I pop a grape into my mouth, bite down, and realize that it is a soggy one. I think I'll get mold poisoning or something. Grapes can be dangerous; don't swallow one too fast. However, they are absolutely perfect for tossing into the air and catching (or attempting to catch) in your mouth. They are even great to toss them to a friend, or throw at a friend, or put in a fruit salad (cuz they're a fruit) and even tacos (so I've heard). That's all I have to say about that.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-88161243143509624882009-10-19T20:34:00.000-07:002009-10-19T20:37:56.693-07:00Extra KetchupDon't you hate it when you're eating chicken nuggets (or something similar that requires ketchup) and you get down to the last couple and run out of ketchup? It's so annoying. You are then faced with quite the dilemma: do I get more ketchup for the last nugget and a half, or tough it out "sans ketchup"? You know in your heart that if you get more ketchup you will likely get too much, and waste a substantial amount. However, if you don't get more ketchup, the remaining chicken nuggets will be extra dry and make you feel like your mouth is crossing the Sahara Desert in the summertime. (okay maybe not that bad, but you get my point). Ultimately, the decision is up to you. Choose wisely.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-63553134759823202512009-10-18T19:00:00.000-07:002009-10-18T19:10:26.058-07:00Ja Hot TubJacuzzis (otherwise known as a hot tub) are so much fun. I think the best time for them is when it is cloudy outside. It is just a perfect mix of cool and warm. Just awesome. I also find it very interesting to go in the hot tub while it is raining; that is an even wackier experience: you are in hot water, but getting pelted with cold water. Just awesome. Hot tubs are even perfect for when you are exhausted after a hard day of work, or a tough work-out or sporting game. It literally melts the stress and pain off of you (and probably even evaporates it - that's how you send your troubles to god). Maybe that's what jacuzzis really are: a subconscious method of prayer. God invented them as a way to evaporate your troubles so they rise up to him and he takes care of it. But when he is fed up with your whining, well, that is what rain is. So you really gain nothing to be in a jacuzzi while it's raining. Feels good though.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-71160456081646742532009-10-17T17:08:00.000-07:002009-10-17T17:15:32.114-07:00ChairsIt's really not fair for a chair to break when you sit down on it. You rely on it for support, but it just buckles under the pressure. On top of that, everyone around you thinks you are really fat, because who else would cause a perfectly good chair to break? Maybe it was just that chair's time to go. It's life was a mess, and it fell apart. You can try duct tape, you can try glue, but there really isn't anything you can do. Once a chair breaks, it is broken, and broken it will stay. As a way to get back at the chair for the humiliation it caused you (when you broke it by trying to sit down) you could chop it up into pieces and feed it to the fire; that'll show it a lesson that will be burned onto it's memory forever. If a chair has a nightmare, do you think that the lumberjack is its worst enemy? I bet they hate Paul Bunyan. Oh well. Moral of the story: don't be so fat that you sit down on a chair and break it; it will cause you embarrassment.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-54237095879317886832009-10-16T19:03:00.000-07:002009-10-16T19:26:11.376-07:00Cut the BagelMan, I hate it when I cut a bagel unevenly. It has to be one of the worst things in the world. I get all excited to eat a scrumptious bagel, bust out the knife, and then before you know it, look down to see two "halves" that are utterly pathetic. One is like 1 cm thick while the other is like 3 inches. Way to go, Kyle. It pretty much ruins the entire bagel-eating experience. I try to put the halves in the toaster, but the fatter one won't fit because I cut it so poorly, and the skinnier one gets burnt to a crisp. They probably invented it already, but it would be so cool if there was an automatic bagel slicer that cuts them perfectly in half. That way, I wouldn't have to suffer the humiliation of failing. And practice doesn't make perfect, because I have cut hundreds of bagels, but am still susceptible to the occasional mis-cut. It is likely that, or I am stupid. Either way, I feel like an idiot each time I don't cut the bagel right.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-76713104211483143832009-10-15T15:59:00.000-07:002009-10-15T16:06:30.033-07:00Taco SpringerTaco Bell is so good. Today I missed the bus leaving school; it literally drove away when I was in sight of it. It was so sad. However, there happened to be a Taco Bell (an on-campus one) right there. So, instead of waiting 20 minutes for the next bus, I waited in line- at Taco Bell. It almost made me forget I missed the bus (until I started writing this blog). Either way, I was glad I did miss the bus. On a separate note, Jerry Springer is a great show. Seriously. I watched it for the first time today, and I gotta tell ya, I haven't seen that much white trash in the dumpster behind a paper factory. People on that show are so wack. Examples: One guy got in a fight with his girlfriend over cigarettes so he ended up sleeping with his gf's sister. Both girls were ugly and fat. Another guy lived out of his hippy van with his girlfriend, making money with a dog grooming business. He got mad cuz his girlfriends brother kept slashing his tires (not wanting them to be together). The list goes on and on and on... So, if you ever want to feel better about yourself, eat Taco Bell and watch Jerry Springer.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453022766076097043.post-43142125631058602212009-10-14T19:35:00.000-07:002009-10-14T19:40:46.264-07:00RainbowSkittlesToday I had some random thoughts about rainbows in my biology class. I don't know how it came about or why, but I thought it was funny. So even if you don't think this is funny, I did, and that's all that matters I guess. (kinda selfish but whatever). Okay, so I was wondering if a rainbow were to eat a bag of Skittles, would it be considered cannibalism? What would it taste like to them? I mean, unless a rainbow has eaten another rainbow, they couldn't really validate the advertisement that says if you eat some Skittles you are "tasting the rainbow." And on another note, do you think that rainbows get offended by that advertisement? Like, maybe they see it as an attack on them, like all people should just start eating rainbows instead of following them to a pot of gold. Maybe it was a subconscious plan of the Skittles corporation to secretly get rainbows eaten away from the earth... It would be cool if it rained Skittles though (until you got hit in the head with one). Maybe that is the revenge of the rainbow.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304983817810892875noreply@blogger.com0