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Friday, 30 October 2009

  • Baby stare down >:D

    Sure it's evil. Sure it's cruel. But boy, is it ever fun. Staring down babies is not only a pastime, it is an art.

    Babies are always looking at me. I turn around and pretend that they're not, but I take another glance and it's those same beady little eyes peering into my soul. I will not tolerate oppression. Stare down those babies for all they're worth.

    There are different types of babies when it comes to staring them down:

        * Some babies will turn away. I don't like these babies. They're not looking for a challenge.
        * Some babies get a tighter grip on their parents clothes or skin. These babies give me a That's right, who's your daddy-type feeling. After this, I usually strut.
        * Some babies will cry. Often, the parent(s) will see that you were the cause of this. Be careful! Or else you will receive a swift kick in the groin.
        * Some babies will stare right back. This is the baby you're looking for. From this point on, it's all about willpower. Do not look away, under any circumstances. This baby asked for it.

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

  • Well since its abou that time. . . . .

    As most of you know school is getting ready to start or has started for most already!!! Soooo out of the kindness of my heart and experience, i've decided to share some tips on how to make college life a little less stressful =D

    1) Play Childish Games:
    Play games that were fun when you were 5, like Dodge Ball, Four Square, Duck, Duck, Goose, or Freeze Tag are great ice breakers. If you and a handful of brave friends get together in the very center of your institution of higher learning with a big rubber ball and started playing four square, you'd be amazed at how cool people will think you are. People will want to play with you, and they'll gush with happiness about fond childhood memories that you've inspired. And come on...what better way is there to relieve the stress of finals than smashing your roommate's face in with an oversized rubber ball, and having the poor sucker laugh with joy and practically thank you for doing it? If you think playing ultimate frisbee counts, then maybe you're missing my point.

    2) Modify Your Appearance:
    Dye your hair odd colors. Wear t-shirts with inane, meaningless sayings. Experiment with different types of facial hair; grow a goatee for a few weeks, try extra long sideburns, try just not shaving at all. If you're a girl, stop shaving your armpits and legs for a little while. Or if you're a guy, start shaving your legs and armpits for a little while.
    Let your hair go wild for a while, too. Stop combing and styling it in the mornings.
    Aside from appearing like a cool person who doesn't fall prey to superficial standards of physical beauty, thus attracting all of those foolish young girls who write cheesy poetry and think anybody who takes a philosophy class must be deep, these tips are also practical. You can trade valuable grooming time for extra sleep, which is the next best thing to money and sex.

    3) Be Fickle About Your Major:
    People will be tricked into thinking you're a cool, free spirited person if you experiment with a few majors, or go undeclared for a few terms. They won't think you're a fickle kid wasting mommy and daddy's money; rather, they'll be impressed that you continue to evolve as a person and that you don't select your future hastily.
    Just don't blow the whole thing by bragging about it. Or by whining about the difficulty of your decisions. You want to give the impression that your sudden change in majors from Astrophysics to Psychology is based on an epiphany that you won't be a complete human being until you've improved your understanding of the human mind. Noone can learn the truth that you really changed majors because you don't know jack shit about math, and you kept flunking the classes in your original major.

    4) Play Well With Others:
    When you realize that SOME(not all) the cute girls you want to have sex with are really airheaded bimbos, don't tell them that. Just nod along and say "Wow, that's so cool! I totally know what you mean!" when they tell you their excuse for changing their majors from Astrophysics to Psychology. You need sex to survive college, and you won't get any if you don't fall for these stupid tricks when they try them on you.

Monday, 03 August 2009

  • Its called "falling in love" for a reason!

    its called "falling in love" because that's what happens: you fall in love with little or no prior warning, as if it were a tiger pit in the middle of an Indian forest.

    Its not called "easing in to love," or "walking in love," or "jumping in love," or "wading in love," or "running in love" or even "diving in love." All of those verbs imply some force of will, some sense that you intended this to happen and in fact moved toward it. Which is not to say that no one ever intends to be in love. Almost everyone does, and in fact we do say that someone is waiting for love, but the truth is when it comes it catches us by surprise, even if we thought we saw it coming.

    Love is more like a black hole, pulling us in with an almost inescapable force somewhat akin to gravity and just as natural. Oh, sure, one can try to resist, and many do: clinging to anything they can as they skid their heels along the ground, ending up bruised and battered but out of love just in the nick of time. Once you've passed through the event horizon, though, there's no turning back. You are doomed to be drawn into and enveloped by love, which slowly wraps itself around you and begins to squeeze much as a boa constrictor does its prey. It overtakes you, it consumes you, it constricts your brain so that you can think of nothing else.

    And just before you lose consciousness, you find yourself thinking that you've never felt so absolutely incredible in your entire life. And if you think you cant "fall in love" think again, your just one of those clingers you are taking a heck of a beating but one day its going to get old. . . .and played out. . . .and when you cant take anymore. . . .you'll FALL everyone does. . . .everyone gets tired.

Tuesday, 07 April 2009

  • Im really bored :S

    I once had a roommate who had the uncanny knack of destroying conversations with a single blow. During a normal, healthy discussion of pornography he interjected a question like he was trying to change the subject to something he'd been thinking about all day:

    "You guys ever hear of couch fucking?"

    Three faces stare back at him, not really able to comprehend why he had just asked that.

    "You know, it's where you cut a hole in a piece of furniture and just, kind of, go at it."

    Somebody coughed. "No, Joe. We haven't heard of couch fucking." Three people turned in unison and made their way to other rooms in the apartment.

    Personally, I think he just wanted the living room to himself, and I'm not sure I want to know why.

Sunday, 05 April 2009

  • To be perfect is to be ugly

    Beauty does not dwell in amongst such lonely places
    It will not bare to stand beside such vile faces
    It does not mix and mingle with man's imperfections
    And regards all the less fortunate like an irritable infection
    It is the beauty in the rose, the deception in the thorns
    That lather up the pretty ones to look at us with scorn
    With acidic charms and false pretentions
    Who thrive in consuming all our attention
    Like a common leech they will feast
    And force-feed you more insecurities
    They'll shoot you down with vicious lies
    Play tricks upon your tormented mind
    Oh how they taunt and tease with soulless pleasure
    And aim to please the hungry crowds in their leisure
    But in the truthful mirror upon the eye's inspection
    We all can plainly see the ugliness of perfection

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