Employ the non-athletic

Okay, so now's the time for me to run over a list of why I've been so busy that I haven't posted. First, you guys caught me at the end of my school year, so I had to deal with a plethora of things, such as creating a film for my senior project, creating a video for an english project, calculus exams (though I barely studied...er...rarely...) that I didn't study for, not mention a paper for english, which was enjoyable.

My paper was on how well zombies were incorporated into "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" by Seth Grahame-Smith. To start, I wasn't informed that the book, which we had to buy, came in a week before I got it. From there, the workload I had made it so that in one night, I had to write the paper, and edit the english video. I couldn't finish the book in time, so with a few well placed illustrations, I was able to fumble my way through it. The paper was required to be 4 pages, yet I managed to make 6. On top of that, I got a reference more than what was required, using a movie and a dictionary for two of them. I am good with minimal effort, as can obviously be seen by my lack of articles here.

After school finished up for me (I regret not doing anything cool for the last day), I worked on employment. Unfortunately, KFC/Taco Bell was the one that was hiring, and showed interest in me. Feeling confident that I could beat out 2 other people (hiring 5, 7 applicants), I didn't apply elsewhere (not to mention nobody else was hiring). I was called in for interviews, and was told they'd get back to me when they made a decision. I've waited for about 3 weeks now, and I've had to call many times just to speak with somebody. It's annoying, and now it's too late to find any position willing to hire somebody with a screwed up schedule (Marching band makes weekends a pain to navigate around) and who's going to be leaving at the end of August for college.

It's frustrating to me that the only way to get a job is either through family connections, or to be an athlete in your home town. I hate it so much that my friend has 2 jobs, and is trying to get a third, and yet I can't even get anything more than freelance and weekend jobs. I want something fulltime, and I know several people with this problem. You cannot get a job without experience, but you can't get experience without a job.

Screw that. I promise that if I get rich, I'll pay kids who I deem worthy better wage to do something. I don't know what. It might be somebody to help me get better at FEAR, my current addiction (gamer tag is A-Helpless-Kid). It may be somebody who'll work on making a way for me to not smell like a combination of cigarettes and cheese (parmasean). I don't care, but it's not fair that we ignore people who are invaluable to work over somebody who's either incompetent, or has income...

Go ahead and reply with whatever. It's not like you read this blog anyway.

Fine Facebook abusers

I am a giant fan of creativity. By that, I mean I LOVE it when somebody takes

"Add signs to make 15 34 56 50 20 10 = 17" into "15 - (34-56-5)(0) + (20/10) = 17"

Thinking outside the box gets you places. If not academically (teachers don't like smartasses), then mentally. Recently, I had to write an introduction speech for a famous person in one of my classes. We were only allowed to use positives, as it was to motivate an audience into welcoming the guest. Most chose sports figures, or actors. I chose Adolf Hitler, and was praised by the teacher for how well I performed (she called the person a little unorthodox).

This would've been enough mind candy for me, but somebody, when I asked who they thought it was (you were supposed to leave the name out of it, almost like a contest), said "Jesus". I fought very hard to control my laughter, but inside every ounce of hate melted for a brief moment as the world's greatest joke came into play.

According to this person, Jesus is equal to Hitler. Let me rephrase that in math terms.

Jesus = Hitler

So, that's pretty much it for that story. Next up, I'd like to say that I'm tired of Facebook. More or less, I'm tired of seeing status messages like, "I'm tired of the world, it's growing cold. The dark clouds firing overhead". It makes me want to go do them a favor and give them cyanide capsules for their own descretion.

Worse than that, though, is the song lyrics. Like they didn't even try. "And she's buying a stairway to heaven"...is it that hard to just put, "I love the song Stairway to heaven"

OR

Do what I do, and make the status message one sentence, which looks nicer, and doesn't piss me the fuck off so I have to make stupid little rants like this one.

However, nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the amount of rage I feel when I see one person's status update. It's the same every fucking day. "Love you forever and ever"..."Is missing my baby. Forever and ever." It gets progressively worse. "I love you (name) forever and ever, I'm missing you, Love you baby." ... "I know things are hard right now, but it's gonna be alright. I love you forever and ever and ever and ever, Missing you and thinking of you always (Name) forever and ever, Love you baby"

I want to punch this person in the face when I see their status messages.

So, we've pretty much covered the status updaters. The drama queens, the lyrics, the relationship freaks...oh yea, I forgot the normal people who put, "going to friends. Be back later"...and people like me. Some of my recent posts:

"Adam may or may not be Jesus."
"Adam can fly in his dreams. He cannot fly in real life. Thus, he is sad."
"Adam wishes for telekenesis."
"Adam may not be the bomb, but he's still liable to explode."

I like the updates you can laugh at. That's my type of updates. Occasionally, I'll toss a link up for an Awesome show. Or something like that. I just get tired of seeing people's attempts to spill their guts out on Facebook. I have been guilty of this crime, though, so I feel ashamed. However, after a swift kick in the ass, I'm back on track, spreading the random word around like a virus.

Some quick notes. The new Star Trek was awesome, as was "Miss March". The Whitest Kids U' Know are some of the most talented comedians in history, and I hope they flourish for a long time. A very long time.

Well, I'm tired. I'll wrap this up with a good old fashioned generic line like this one and call it a night.

Feel happier

I'm not really in the mood to write today, but it's been a while since the previous blog, so I figure I should at least give you something to keep you occupied.

Really, it's just that I'm tired of problems. I feel like I've got so much shit going on, when really it's nothing. I have to make a movie for a senior project. I have to write a decent sized paper for an English class, which isn't too terrible. I have to deal with a chorus and band class that has lost all sense of enjoyment for me, and has become dismal and bleak. On top of all of this, I have to deal with the constant barricade of being one of the only single people in my circle of friends. If I'm not one of the only single people, I'm one of the only virgins in my circle of friends. If I'm not one of those, I'm the only one in my circle of friends that can actually think with their brain instead of their genitals.

I'm tired of drama. I'm fed up with school, as it annoys me to the point where I'm finding it hard to put a positive spin on coming in each day. The only thing keeping me going through school is the fact that lunch is cheaper.

It's not a matter of senioritis. It's a matter of a low stupidity tolerance. I'm annoyed at a teacher's constant stupidity to not accept any creative answers or methods. I'm annoyed at one's astounding ability to attempt to teach fun. I'm tired of having to go through each day and have to deal with people's stupidity. I'm tired of the meaning of the word 'Respect' being 'Unquestioned obedience'. My birthday lands on the last day. I swear, I'm going to ditch, and spend all day flipping the school off in a lawn chair blasting a boombox full of awesome music from their front lawn.

Fix the weather and expose Robert Frost

I don't know what it is about where I live. The past week, I've seen it rain, snow, and even hail. However, these are all between bouts of fantastic sunshine. In fact, just the past two days it has been so hot that my friend and I broke a sweat playing World of Warcraft!!! And we weren't even doing any serious questing! I have thought at great length what course of action we should take to combat this new foe, "Weather." Logically, my solution is to



We currently have our greatest minds on that challenge...

Onward to bigger and better things. And by that, I mean the rest of this post. I've realized that for me to attempt and post more than once a week is going to frustrate me. As much as I'd love to share insights and events with you, I really wouldn't be able to live up to the commitment.

So, every week check back and see if I've posted something new...or follow me. I'm always good for that. Now that we have that out of the way, I would like to tell you all a little theory of mine.

I believe that Robert Frost is a closet homosexual. Why? Recently, due to a class, I've been forced to read Frost's work, as well as do some research. Looking at "The Lockless Door", "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", and "Fire and Ice" (Not to mention a few others that are less obvious), it's clear as day the truth behind Robert Frost's orientation.

Now, I have no problem with this, as most atheists don't really give a crap about this sort of thing.

NEWS BREAK: I don't believe in God. My reasoning is that it makes no logical sense. However, I do respect the other religions, as long as they don't pester me about being atheist.

I found this information interesting, so I delve deeper. It would appear that Frost was also insane, hearing voices at a young age. Insanity ran in his family. Perhaps his nature was never opened in his mind until he used poetry as a means for venting it, and controlling it for his family. I have another theory, but out of respect for those who may be squeamish to offensive words like molestation, George W. Bush and rape, I shan't announce it.

Okay, I've messed with enough heads for one post. I'll see you sometime later.

Put the "Rum" back in African Drumming

Before I begin, let me apologize to my brother for intentionally delaying this post to make him think that I lost interest in the blog again...in response to his assumed response, I understand that he'll hurt me when he returns home.

I'm finishing up a break for a week. YAY!!!! Now that I have my incredibly silly moment out of the way, I'll just start by saying that I spent last Thursday night and Friday playing video games, with a hint of Saturday. What did I play? Well, I had two of my friends up, and we played Rock Band. I've played the game before, but after a night of practice, I finally can play the bass part on hard, and some songs on expert (And score over 90 percent)!

Anyway, onto the point of the title. Last Saturday, I went to an open mic night in a nearby town. The event wasn't held at a bar, or a cafe, but rather at an art gallery. A few people from all around came by, brought some food or drinks, and played an instrument. Overall, it was kinda boring. I sat there for a few hours listening to music I'd either already heard the previous time I was there, or didn't care about due to its boring nature. I played a song or two with my drummer friend, harmonized with a guitarist, and left wishing I'd stayed home and found a crappy movie online instead.

Still, there was one point of the night that got to me. At one point, there was a man who brought a multitude of African drums, and started drumming. I'm going to break down my reaction, step by step.

1. Okay, this is going to be interesting
2. Wow, impressive speed, but no rhythm
   
3. Still no rhythm
4. Finally...wait, he's back to just speed drumming
5. My god, it's been going on for 20 minutes now
6. How are people liking this?
7. The wheels on the bus go round and...oh, it's time to clap now...thank Chuck Norris

I appreciate the fact that people are trying to bring around a different culture to people who wouldn't otherwise understand, but it seems to me that we've taken certain things out of context. For example, we see a man at a party where everybody's wasted. We'll call him Steve. Steve is chatting up people in a language he and his drunk friend have created.

Let's take Steve out of this environment, and place him into a presidential inauguration. He'll play the part of a speaker. Steve starts speaking in this new language at the podium. Most are curious as to what he's doing, and believe it's a piece of art. As he stays in his drunken stupor (Steve is an attention whore) and speaks, people grow tired of not understanding what's said, and lose interest. It's then that Steve vomits and passes out, letting the Secret Service take him away.

If what I said makes any sense, you can help by encouraging others to seek culture combined. By that, I mean to incorporate African drumming in American rock. Modify recipes to include multicultural foods. Try making taco spaghetti one night. Basically, don't shortchange your own culture for another's when you can get more enjoyment out of combining them for your own style.

I hope I didn't offend anybody with this post. If I did, let me know how, so I can get a better perspective over what I did wrong, and how I can improve in the future. As a question to all of you, what's the worst public experience you ever had?

Make Pandora mandatory for all!!!

As I'm writing this fantastic blog, I'm listening to Pandora. For those who don't know what it is, I'm going to break it down like we were in Chemistry class.

1. Put in the name of a song or artist. The website will find music similar to that song or artist, and play it.
2. If you like it, you vote thumbs up. If not, vote thumbs down, and it's gone forever from that list.
3. There needs to be a step 3?

There are a few more cool things you can do with this program, but no matter what you like, you can find even more stuff you like. Pandora feeds my music addiction. Not only that, but it comes on the IPhone...I wish I had an IPhone. I think that their only next step is to replace all radio stations. Period.

So, if you are curious to what I'm listening to, let me respond. I am listening to a playlist for the Strokes. I also have one for Keane, one for the Rasmus, one for Tenacious D, for "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds, and a few more. It's a wonderful perk being able to customize your stations almost completely.

Some random notes to self: The Killers are a great band that have sunk into forgetfulness. Hot Fuss was a great album. Kill all humans. Buy milk.

So, it turns out I don't have a parasite. I checked today with a doctor at the school if I had a parasite. They said that I showed no symptoms, and that running the test would be pointless. In a way, I was a little upset. I was hoping that I was a parasite daddy. I would've raised it, and named it Steve. After it left me, I would've cried. Yet, I would've known that I had done a good job raising him.

So, goodbye hypothetical Steve. And this is a good end for this post. I'll talk to you guys later. Until then, long days and pleasant nights.

My Friend's Analysis of "My Papa's Waltz"

Analysis of "My Papa's Waltz"
by Ludwig Von Shrinkdik

Personally, I was not a fan of "My Papa's Waltz." It is respectable that he drinks whiskey, as shown by the first line of the poem, rather than simple cheap pisswater. However, real men should be able to hold their liquor enough to not star dancing with little children against their belt buckles. A real man drinks Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and mutters to himself about the war.