Like a month ago someone tagged me to do this, and not until a month later do I decide to repost it. Oh well, here goes:
Name Four Bad Habits That You Have:
1. I wash my hands all the time (I have a mild case of OCD)
2. I oftentimes put off homework until the last minute (and by "the last minute", I really mean "two minutes before the class the homework is due for starts")
3. asfc
4. sdafc
Name Four Things You Wish You Had:
1. An upright bass
2. The ability to write actually good music.
3. A bajillion dollars
4. Some other stuff.
Name Four Scents You Love:
1. asdf
2. sadf
3. sdf
4. dasf
Name Four People That Know You the Best:
1. Your mom
2. Your mom
3. Your mom
4. Your mom
Name Four Things You’d Never Wear:
1. sadf
2. asdf
3. dfsad
4. sldksjhfjklsdhfssomeotherstuff
Name Four Things You Are Thinking about Now:
1. I gotta go pee pee.
2. asfasdfsd
3. I hate you
4. Some other stuff.
Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
1. Bought music
2. Ate stir fried rice
3. Nothing
4. Some other stuff.
Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
1. Music
2. Music
3. Music
4. Notice anything?
Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don’t Know You Like:
1. Sugar Ray
2. Real McCoy
3. Miles Davis
4. Some other stuff.
Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:
1. Dr. Pepper
2. Orange Soda
3. Chocolate Milk
4. Some other stuff
First Grade Teacher’s Name?: Mr. Smiley
Last Words You Said: 'Night, Mom
Last Song You Sang?: That's Just the Way it is - Phil Collins
Last Person You Hugged?: Your mom
Last Thing You Laughed At?: You
Last Time You Said ‘I Love You’: asrfsdf
Last Time You Cried: Ly89hiok
What’s in your CD player?: This crappy 80s compilation that my parents have. I only listened to it because of this sweet ZZ Top song on it.
What Color Socks Are You Wearing?: White
What’s Under Your Bed?: A bunch of old shit
What Time Did You Wake Up Today?: 10:00PM. 45 minutes ago
Current taste?: Soap. (Don't ask)
Current Hair?: ft76yuh
Current Clothes?: nothing. ever
Current Annoyance: I need to pee.
Current Longing?: Sexual intercourse with your mother.
Current Desktop Picture?: "O RLY?"
Current Worry?: stuff
Current Hate?: Mfghkyghijn
Favorite Physical Feature of The Opposite Sex?: Hair.
Last CD You Bought: Phil Collins - ... But Seriously!
Favorite Place To Be: Theasdfasdfasdf
Least Favorite Place?: School
If You Could Play An Instrument?: Upright bass. Actually, I'd be thankful if I could even afford an upright bass.
Favorite Color?: asdfasdf
Do You Believe In An Afterlife?: Isdfasdfasd
How Tall Are You?: 5'11''
Current Favorite Word/Saying: douchebag
Favorite Season: Fall
One Person from Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back and Talk To: My grandmother
Favorite Day: Saturday.
Where would you like to go?: asl;djfsldkj
What Is Your Career Going to Be Like?: Hopefully a music career where I can actually make a living yet not be a sellout bastard.
How Many Kids Do You Want: Kids aren't for me.
Favorite Car: s;klfjsdkjf
A Random Lyric: "Fuck it let's rock!"
congo
brian doyle is a fucking retard http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1527897/20060405/index.jhtml?headlines=true
In case you don't feel the need to read through the entire article, a dude named Brian Doyle who is the deputy press secretary for the US Dept. of Homeland Security was arrested last night for seducing teenage girls on the internet.
First of all, when this guy was trying to seduce girls, he made the genius move of telling everyone that he was Brian Doyle and that he was, in fact, the Brian Doyle from the Dept. of Homeland Security. DUMBASS. You had to have faced it and realized they were going to catch you for being a perv sooner or later. The least you could have done was tried to hide it and NOT TOLD EVERYONE IN THE FUCKING WORLD WHAT I HIGH GOVERNMENT POSITION YOU WERE HOLDING AND WOULD LOSE IF THEY FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE BEATING IT TO UNDERAGE GIRLS.
Secondly: Being such a high ranked government official, this guy HAD to have realized that they were recording everything that anyone does on the internet. Let's face it: The government is obviously putting most of their funds into recording internet and phone activity. Not to mention breaking the forth amendment. Seeing as that violating everyone's privacy is the only thing on the government's mind, how could Doyle have possibly overlooked that? Is he a retard?
In case you don't feel the need to read through the entire article, a dude named Brian Doyle who is the deputy press secretary for the US Dept. of Homeland Security was arrested last night for seducing teenage girls on the internet.
First of all, when this guy was trying to seduce girls, he made the genius move of telling everyone that he was Brian Doyle and that he was, in fact, the Brian Doyle from the Dept. of Homeland Security. DUMBASS. You had to have faced it and realized they were going to catch you for being a perv sooner or later. The least you could have done was tried to hide it and NOT TOLD EVERYONE IN THE FUCKING WORLD WHAT I HIGH GOVERNMENT POSITION YOU WERE HOLDING AND WOULD LOSE IF THEY FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE BEATING IT TO UNDERAGE GIRLS.
Secondly: Being such a high ranked government official, this guy HAD to have realized that they were recording everything that anyone does on the internet. Let's face it: The government is obviously putting most of their funds into recording internet and phone activity. Not to mention breaking the forth amendment. Seeing as that violating everyone's privacy is the only thing on the government's mind, how could Doyle have possibly overlooked that? Is he a retard?
Fourth
Hey... didn't I say I was going to start updating this more often?
And then I realized that I was lying and posted a whopping three times in the last two weeks?
That sounds about right. I guess I should actually post something.
Well, yesterday algebra sure was fun. (If you didn't already detect the sarcasm in that statement, then this weblog obviously isn't for you)
We are learning about "completing the square to solve a quadratic equation" or some bullshit of the like. My teacher actually did say this: "Are you ever going to use this? Probably not"
Wow, thanks. So remind me again, why exactly is it that we have to learn this bullshit if you flat out admit that it is pointless and we are never going to use it again?
Argh. I can't wait for this fucking school year to be over. I don't care if I have to spend my entire summer lonely and sulking like last year. I hate school more now than ever.
So anyway, I think I'm going to start writing stuff on here other than about how much I hate school. If that is at all possible.
-Kevin
And then I realized that I was lying and posted a whopping three times in the last two weeks?
That sounds about right. I guess I should actually post something.
Well, yesterday algebra sure was fun. (If you didn't already detect the sarcasm in that statement, then this weblog obviously isn't for you)
We are learning about "completing the square to solve a quadratic equation" or some bullshit of the like. My teacher actually did say this: "Are you ever going to use this? Probably not"
Wow, thanks. So remind me again, why exactly is it that we have to learn this bullshit if you flat out admit that it is pointless and we are never going to use it again?
Argh. I can't wait for this fucking school year to be over. I don't care if I have to spend my entire summer lonely and sulking like last year. I hate school more now than ever.
So anyway, I think I'm going to start writing stuff on here other than about how much I hate school. If that is at all possible.
-Kevin
Three
So yeah, I know I totally said I would start updating this site, but I've been a bit busy this week, so I haven't been able to get to it. However, right now it's the weekend, so I have two days of doin' a whole lotta nothin' ahead of me. That means I'll be able to post whatever random crap crosses my mind without wasting time, so expect one or two more updates by monday.
-Kevin
-Kevin
Second
When I was in 6th grade, back in the good old days when I wasn't an arrogant, pompous, cynical jackass, my literature teacher made our class write poetry. It was probably the worst experience of all my experiences in school. I sucked at writing poetry, however my parents seemed to think all my poems were pure fucking gold, which will be an important detail for later on in this post.
Anyway, my evil teacher made us write poems. Poems about irrelevant stuff like going to the mall, or what we are going to do when we get home. It was lame. I hated it. We spent two months writing poems. I remember I wrote one about my favorite brand of shoes. I absolutely cannot remember how I managed to get eight lines out of a brand of shoes. As I finished one trainwreck, I was assigned another, and they were all terrible. And of course, when a kid does something terribly and mediocre, their parents will always love it. That's like, scientific law. You can't argue with scientific law.
When we were finally finished with the endless poetry unit, we had one last thing to do: The teacher made us send our poems to this contest, and the winners were going to be published in a book. I decided to send in my magnum opus, a poem about tacos. When the contest was judged, our teacher announced that several of our class's students' poetry were going to be published, and lo and behold, my halfassed poem about mexican food was one of them.
So you know what happens next: My parents going around and telling EVERYONE that I won this contest. It was bad, I wrote a poem about tacos and it was getting published. I thought it was lame, but of course, my parents (And when I say 'my parents' here, I'm mostly talking about my mom) thought it was pure fucking gold.
Ever since, my family has not been able to eat tacos for a meal without harrassment about the poem from my mom and brother. Quoting the poem, saying "TACOS! THE BEST FOOD IN THE WORLD!", everything. It is horrible. A couple of months ago my family went on a skiing trip with my aunt, uncle and cousins. The last night of the trip we had tacos. My mom made copies of the poem for everyone, passed them out, and started to read it. I was fucking pissed.
So, if any aspiring 6th grade English teachers are reading this, take my advice and don't make your students write poems and send them to a contest, for if any of them win, they will be subjected to years of torturous harrassment by their families. Thank you.
-Kevin
Anyway, my evil teacher made us write poems. Poems about irrelevant stuff like going to the mall, or what we are going to do when we get home. It was lame. I hated it. We spent two months writing poems. I remember I wrote one about my favorite brand of shoes. I absolutely cannot remember how I managed to get eight lines out of a brand of shoes. As I finished one trainwreck, I was assigned another, and they were all terrible. And of course, when a kid does something terribly and mediocre, their parents will always love it. That's like, scientific law. You can't argue with scientific law.
When we were finally finished with the endless poetry unit, we had one last thing to do: The teacher made us send our poems to this contest, and the winners were going to be published in a book. I decided to send in my magnum opus, a poem about tacos. When the contest was judged, our teacher announced that several of our class's students' poetry were going to be published, and lo and behold, my halfassed poem about mexican food was one of them.
So you know what happens next: My parents going around and telling EVERYONE that I won this contest. It was bad, I wrote a poem about tacos and it was getting published. I thought it was lame, but of course, my parents (And when I say 'my parents' here, I'm mostly talking about my mom) thought it was pure fucking gold.
Ever since, my family has not been able to eat tacos for a meal without harrassment about the poem from my mom and brother. Quoting the poem, saying "TACOS! THE BEST FOOD IN THE WORLD!", everything. It is horrible. A couple of months ago my family went on a skiing trip with my aunt, uncle and cousins. The last night of the trip we had tacos. My mom made copies of the poem for everyone, passed them out, and started to read it. I was fucking pissed.
So, if any aspiring 6th grade English teachers are reading this, take my advice and don't make your students write poems and send them to a contest, for if any of them win, they will be subjected to years of torturous harrassment by their families. Thank you.
-Kevin
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