There are a vast majority things that I am thankful for, but there are probably far more things that I am NOT thankful for. Due to the title of the Blog, I will have to redo this blog because I simply listed everything that I disliked within my last blog so try your best to endure this arduous tale.
If I had to be thankful for one person in the class, it'd have to be................ I have no idea. I'll just same that I'm thankful for everyone because I talk to about half of the class, and I don't see how I could really put one particular character on a higher pedestal. For this reason, I will say that I'm thankful for those people that I talk to. I am thankful for Justin (that's not even your real name) for being cool during American Lit & Chemistry. I'm thankful for Lina for being Lina (idk). I'm thankful for Miles for helping me understand the reading & for playing soccer with me & my mexicans haha. I'm thankful for Brittany despite the fact that she doesn't help me in Spanish or Trig because she's SELFISH! I'm thankful for Berenice for being sum1 I culd always make laugh, and share our hatred towards our old Survey Lit teacher. Being thankful is a lot of work so I'm gonna end it here
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thanksgiving's & The Dislikes of my life
Alright. I guess I'll give this a shot. On Thanksgiving, we acknowledge all of the various things in our lives that we're thankful for, and then kind of overeat and end up in the hospital. However, you miraculously recover on Sunday, without your homework being done at 8:30 p.m. This Thanksgiving, I only had rolls, cornbread, some weird rice, pumpkin pie, water, cereal, and popcorn in that order.
I guess I should start this rant. I'm thankful for my family, friends, food, games, a shelter, my clothes, los comales, Sharks, soccer, school (only on Fridays), and other stuff that doesn't need to be mentioned. I guess that's it for whatever that just was.
Now to the better section of this blog. THINGS I OUGHT TO BE THANKFUL FOR. There are quite a few things that I take for granted, and don't see why I should be thankful for at all. The majority of these tend to be people. For example, my friend whose name starts with a K and whose last name rhymes with Fartin was all thirsty so they asked the cashier for some water because she was being dumb and let the cashier at subway charge her $9.99 for one sub. So they're like you can't get it free water unless you are a customer. Taking advantage of the fact that I ordered something, they asked me to get them some free water, and I know that the cashier was pissed because when I asked her I saw her angry cashier SWAG, and was like "Why?"
Another example of my not-so-thankfulness is my brother. He irks me at every turn. And he always calls me an ostrich, and says that I squack. Besides that, he enjoys breaking into my room without permission, sitting on my bed, breathing my air, eating food that he shouldn't be eating, and wearing my shirts, and basically anything else you can think of. He's a really sore loser tambien.
What I really hate are people who put ice in your cups. The reason this really bugs me is because people keep trying to act smart and fill your cup of with ice when I don't even want any ice. Then you take like 3 sips, and it's gone. That's just not nice yo.
I really dislike waitresses too. They always want you to buy there food. I don;t want your food. I told you what I want. I don;t want any freakin chicken nuggets. No I don't want dessert. LEAVE ME ALONE! Gosh. Back off my table homes. I really dislike it when people run out of something. For example, last week my friends and I went to McDonalds, so I order my Southern Style CHicken Sandwich meal thing and then I want a McFlurry because I've never had one and I keep bugging this chick in another state to get me one, but she hasn't. When I ask they say "sorry we're sold out." So I put on this expression that says I'm going to bite the crap out of you. It's more annoying when you order something on the menu that you really want, and then they say that it has been discontinued. I dislike bug, trifling chicks, annoying people in general, any form of work except sports, the elderly, hippies, extremely happy people, stories with no plots or are just boring to read, any book without a movie, vegetables, hockey, SWAGger jackers, McNuggets, swimming, world studies' books, waitresses, carrots, stupid games, crazy animals, babies, Vivi when she doesn't let me see her phone, and the people at subway that don;t heat your food just because you don't say that you wanted it toasted when you clearly and obviously do.
AS you can tell, I don;t like a lot of things. There definitely are a lot more things that I don't like than actually appreciate. I think the problem is because I don't like a lot of people because I can.
I guess I should start this rant. I'm thankful for my family, friends, food, games, a shelter, my clothes, los comales, Sharks, soccer, school (only on Fridays), and other stuff that doesn't need to be mentioned. I guess that's it for whatever that just was.
Now to the better section of this blog. THINGS I OUGHT TO BE THANKFUL FOR. There are quite a few things that I take for granted, and don't see why I should be thankful for at all. The majority of these tend to be people. For example, my friend whose name starts with a K and whose last name rhymes with Fartin was all thirsty so they asked the cashier for some water because she was being dumb and let the cashier at subway charge her $9.99 for one sub. So they're like you can't get it free water unless you are a customer. Taking advantage of the fact that I ordered something, they asked me to get them some free water, and I know that the cashier was pissed because when I asked her I saw her angry cashier SWAG, and was like "Why?"
Another example of my not-so-thankfulness is my brother. He irks me at every turn. And he always calls me an ostrich, and says that I squack. Besides that, he enjoys breaking into my room without permission, sitting on my bed, breathing my air, eating food that he shouldn't be eating, and wearing my shirts, and basically anything else you can think of. He's a really sore loser tambien.
What I really hate are people who put ice in your cups. The reason this really bugs me is because people keep trying to act smart and fill your cup of with ice when I don't even want any ice. Then you take like 3 sips, and it's gone. That's just not nice yo.
I really dislike waitresses too. They always want you to buy there food. I don;t want your food. I told you what I want. I don;t want any freakin chicken nuggets. No I don't want dessert. LEAVE ME ALONE! Gosh. Back off my table homes. I really dislike it when people run out of something. For example, last week my friends and I went to McDonalds, so I order my Southern Style CHicken Sandwich meal thing and then I want a McFlurry because I've never had one and I keep bugging this chick in another state to get me one, but she hasn't. When I ask they say "sorry we're sold out." So I put on this expression that says I'm going to bite the crap out of you. It's more annoying when you order something on the menu that you really want, and then they say that it has been discontinued. I dislike bug, trifling chicks, annoying people in general, any form of work except sports, the elderly, hippies, extremely happy people, stories with no plots or are just boring to read, any book without a movie, vegetables, hockey, SWAGger jackers, McNuggets, swimming, world studies' books, waitresses, carrots, stupid games, crazy animals, babies, Vivi when she doesn't let me see her phone, and the people at subway that don;t heat your food just because you don't say that you wanted it toasted when you clearly and obviously do.
AS you can tell, I don;t like a lot of things. There definitely are a lot more things that I don't like than actually appreciate. I think the problem is because I don't like a lot of people because I can.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Life as a Prost-------Plow
Ok, I found out about this at the last minute, so I don't want any criticism.
I don't really know what a plow is, but I'll wing it. A plow is some tool used in the moving of the soil for sowing. If I were a plow, I'd be a very dirty plow because I'd probably be all overworked and stressed out about when I would get washed and shtuffs. I wouldn't really like being a plow because I have a feeling I'd be one of the unlucky ones that has to be used at 5 a.m until 10 p.m. Ideally, I would prefer to be a tractor because they go vrooom vroooom everywhere. I feel like if I happened to be a plow, I would be on a show liike Bob the Builder except it won't get any views because people, such as myself don't know gardening techniques.
As a plow, I would have a lot of BIG dreams like not being used or maybe being lost or something because work is not my forte. My motto is "the best work is no work." I believe in hard-work paying off, but why should I care if I'm a plow. Just sayin. According to my knowledgeable farm equipment influenced common sense, as a plow, I don't get to sit at the table for supper. That's just messed up. Work me like a hebrew slave, and don't feed me. I got you. Being such a useful but pretty much unknown tool would either grant me vast popularity with my fellow hosehold utensils (I can be used in the stead of a fork :] ) or I woud be seen with an unparalleled enmity by my fellow cotton picker-----I mean tools *cough* *cough*.
Moral of this story, who uses plows anymore!
*Post After learning what a plow is
Well now I know what a plow is. If I were a plow, I would feel angry at the world because I hate snow, and they would have me out there everyday on that serene abomination. I feel like plows wouldn't be needed if people could fly. That way, I'd be a Chimera or some super crazy phoenix and we would all be happy. Chimeras are lion, goat, snake trhings, but I'd be so awesome that I'd be part eagle. I would definitely be just NASTY (NASTY meaning beasty meaning crazy awesome).
I feel like this blog wasn't supposed to be about soul animals, but it got there. Is this a good thing. HECK YEAH!
Moral of this short add-on, plows got nothin on Chimeras!...............or Phoenixes or Phoenixes or whatever. :]
I don't really know what a plow is, but I'll wing it. A plow is some tool used in the moving of the soil for sowing. If I were a plow, I'd be a very dirty plow because I'd probably be all overworked and stressed out about when I would get washed and shtuffs. I wouldn't really like being a plow because I have a feeling I'd be one of the unlucky ones that has to be used at 5 a.m until 10 p.m. Ideally, I would prefer to be a tractor because they go vrooom vroooom everywhere. I feel like if I happened to be a plow, I would be on a show liike Bob the Builder except it won't get any views because people, such as myself don't know gardening techniques.
As a plow, I would have a lot of BIG dreams like not being used or maybe being lost or something because work is not my forte. My motto is "the best work is no work." I believe in hard-work paying off, but why should I care if I'm a plow. Just sayin. According to my knowledgeable farm equipment influenced common sense, as a plow, I don't get to sit at the table for supper. That's just messed up. Work me like a hebrew slave, and don't feed me. I got you. Being such a useful but pretty much unknown tool would either grant me vast popularity with my fellow hosehold utensils (I can be used in the stead of a fork :] ) or I woud be seen with an unparalleled enmity by my fellow cotton picker-----I mean tools *cough* *cough*.
Moral of this story, who uses plows anymore!
*Post After learning what a plow is
Well now I know what a plow is. If I were a plow, I would feel angry at the world because I hate snow, and they would have me out there everyday on that serene abomination. I feel like plows wouldn't be needed if people could fly. That way, I'd be a Chimera or some super crazy phoenix and we would all be happy. Chimeras are lion, goat, snake trhings, but I'd be so awesome that I'd be part eagle. I would definitely be just NASTY (NASTY meaning beasty meaning crazy awesome).
I feel like this blog wasn't supposed to be about soul animals, but it got there. Is this a good thing. HECK YEAH!
Moral of this short add-on, plows got nothin on Chimeras!...............or Phoenixes or Phoenixes or whatever. :]
Thursday, November 11, 2010
How's American Lit.? It's pretty crackin mane
I really enjoy the overall atmosphere of my American Literature class. I do some complaints, but I really do take pleasure in going to this class. I personally like reading the books and doing the blogs. I think the blogs are a good way to express our opinions. I really like silent reading days and watching movies(Pelada was amazing). What else can I say? Oh yeah. I like the fact that we, as a class, partake in deeper analytical breakdown of a lot of controversial subjects.
Well even though I really like the class, there are some things that I would want to eliminate. The first on this list would be taking notes on what we read. I just see it as a bother because for me to enjoy the book, I don't want to take notes every few minutes because it makes me lose my attention on the book. I know that it is for future reference, but I would prefer to abadon the system. Next are the kinds of books we read. I didn't have a problem reading the Crucible but The House of the Seven Gables is really boring. The story constantly goes off track with various descriptions that only serve to make the situation at hand more confusing. Finally, I would like to never use the textbook ever because it's really heavy and doesn't really seem to be important. I feel that a period of discussion would prove to be more effective.
Well even though I really like the class, there are some things that I would want to eliminate. The first on this list would be taking notes on what we read. I just see it as a bother because for me to enjoy the book, I don't want to take notes every few minutes because it makes me lose my attention on the book. I know that it is for future reference, but I would prefer to abadon the system. Next are the kinds of books we read. I didn't have a problem reading the Crucible but The House of the Seven Gables is really boring. The story constantly goes off track with various descriptions that only serve to make the situation at hand more confusing. Finally, I would like to never use the textbook ever because it's really heavy and doesn't really seem to be important. I feel that a period of discussion would prove to be more effective.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Slavery..............hmmmmmmm
(If you are Mr. McCarthy, you may want to NOT READ THIS BLOG because I really went off topic so yeah)
* WARNING: This blog introduces some careers that may not be suitable for younger readers.
For starters, I don't like the subject of slavery because *cough* I'm black *cough*. But since I must, I might as well. Slaves are essentially property that fullfill whatever their owner wants them to do (tends not to be sexual in any way but whatever). Is slavery alive? Probably. Do I support it? Maybe. Who am I? That black guy.
I think the original form of slaver is dead & gone (like the song), but still exists in other forms. One such case is, SCHOOL! Is it just me or are we forced to obey and respect the staff even if they honestly don;t deserve it (directed towards someone whose name rhymes with Coach Blankin). We have to suffer day in and day out of relentless periods of learning. Unless you have a teacher like, say, Mr. McCarthy, the idea of going to class seems barf-worthy like finding a long thick black hair in your soup. I feel as though school would be amazing if we could be with friends while not having to listen and obey teachers. Rarely do I find really awesome teachers. I have only had about 10 cool teachers in my life so far.........period wait if I say period wouldn't it end- SCREW IT! All that matters that school is a bit better than the Holocaust because you kind of don't die and you get to go home.
You know what really grinds my gears, chores and nagging parents that yell. Last time I checked, slave owners never yell at their slaves, but they sort do the whippy whip thing. I'm personally a person who feels pain on the inside so words hurt way more than a innocuous blow. I really like it when your parents go like you don't do this & that & whatever ellse comes into their head to try to make you feel bad. I remember my dad was like you don't blah & blah & pay the bills. What the heck heffa? You're the adult. Dude I don;t even have a job. So yeah.
According to black people around the world, slavery is wrong. I don't really see how they of all people are saying that. Living a pimp lifestyle sure doesn't mean you work alone. You get them "ladies" to do the work. You take the money, and decide to help them or not. It's like having a cute little chiuaua to show off to the ladies & when you get home you lock it in a refrigerator or something.
Here's your short little climax. Slavery is alive, except it's more so encourage as you mature. Celebrities can also be seen as slaves at times too. Yeah, you're probably thinking to their fans to get hit singles. But I'm thinking more like Rihanna. For the rest of her life, everyone will be saying "dang dog you got Chris Brown'd" (at least I will). Moral of the story everyone is a slave at one point or another.
* WARNING: This blog introduces some careers that may not be suitable for younger readers.
For starters, I don't like the subject of slavery because *cough* I'm black *cough*. But since I must, I might as well. Slaves are essentially property that fullfill whatever their owner wants them to do (tends not to be sexual in any way but whatever). Is slavery alive? Probably. Do I support it? Maybe. Who am I? That black guy.
I think the original form of slaver is dead & gone (like the song), but still exists in other forms. One such case is, SCHOOL! Is it just me or are we forced to obey and respect the staff even if they honestly don;t deserve it (directed towards someone whose name rhymes with Coach Blankin). We have to suffer day in and day out of relentless periods of learning. Unless you have a teacher like, say, Mr. McCarthy, the idea of going to class seems barf-worthy like finding a long thick black hair in your soup. I feel as though school would be amazing if we could be with friends while not having to listen and obey teachers. Rarely do I find really awesome teachers. I have only had about 10 cool teachers in my life so far.........period wait if I say period wouldn't it end- SCREW IT! All that matters that school is a bit better than the Holocaust because you kind of don't die and you get to go home.
You know what really grinds my gears, chores and nagging parents that yell. Last time I checked, slave owners never yell at their slaves, but they sort do the whippy whip thing. I'm personally a person who feels pain on the inside so words hurt way more than a innocuous blow. I really like it when your parents go like you don't do this & that & whatever ellse comes into their head to try to make you feel bad. I remember my dad was like you don't blah & blah & pay the bills. What the heck heffa? You're the adult. Dude I don;t even have a job. So yeah.
According to black people around the world, slavery is wrong. I don't really see how they of all people are saying that. Living a pimp lifestyle sure doesn't mean you work alone. You get them "ladies" to do the work. You take the money, and decide to help them or not. It's like having a cute little chiuaua to show off to the ladies & when you get home you lock it in a refrigerator or something.
Here's your short little climax. Slavery is alive, except it's more so encourage as you mature. Celebrities can also be seen as slaves at times too. Yeah, you're probably thinking to their fans to get hit singles. But I'm thinking more like Rihanna. For the rest of her life, everyone will be saying "dang dog you got Chris Brown'd" (at least I will). Moral of the story everyone is a slave at one point or another.
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