I do not have a first period. (just my basic instinct to make up an excuse)
I just got off morning detention and i hoped to go to starbucks to grab a coffee before class. Little did i know, this school is on lockdown and i cant go off campus, even when school has not officially started yet. So i sat here and read, felt like blogging, and now i am blogging. DAMN im good.
I have been reading The Tipping Point, it is a very interesting book about social connectors and social epidemics. They described Mavens, Connectors and some other type of person. I am still not completely sure of what they are, but apparently they specialize in forming social bonds and making good first impressions.
I would really hope to be a person to start a social epidemic, i feel like i make very good first impressions but would still like to improve. During my first job interview, i landed the position within two minutes of shaking the boss's hand. Keep in mind that this was not just an ordinary 8.50 dollar an hour position, this was a whole one dollar more! Fucking success.
On a more serious note, i am now the marketing director of an Airsoft Distribution Company. This job is my dream job, as it incorporates everything i am good at into two and a half hours of my day. I discovered that i have formed an addiction to working, my weekends are dull and restless as i feel as if i have to be working in order to satisfy my craving for productivity. I feel like i cannot go a moment in life without being productive, the worst feeling in the world is waiting.
Thats probably why i'm blogging. Even though this is probably not the most productive thing in the world, at least it will help me get my feelings out and improve my already lightning fast typing speed. 96, bitches!
I do not know what i am trying to get across in this blog and i feel like i am ranting. I am also writing like an idiot, not using intricate vocabulary and the such. Its a nice time killer though, i feel like i might just end up deleting this post entirely and just leaving.
but how productive would that be?
...
so i closed this down for about 5 minutes, read some NPR article and felt like i had to continue writing. Why? because im hopped up on amphetamines.
It took me about 3 minutes to spell check that...
Yes, i am hopped up on them gracious orange caps, they are quite nice actually. They give a ADD child the chance to do normally in school while they give the normal kid a corporate advantage. My drug abuse levels are on the rise, i can see an addiction habit forming. I dont feel like i possess an addictive personality though, addiction just isnt my forte, i have been smoking for the last couple months and i still do not feel that addiction to cigarettes. The only time i want to smoke is when i dont have them. I only smoke socially anyways, so it works out just fine for me.
Then again, isnt that what all smokers say?
So this detention has made me think "wow! i started my morning on a high note!" I dont understand how detention could make me feel that way but apparently it has. I made friends with the dean, talked about my huge watch, about why i got the detention, bullshit like that. Im guessing i made a good first impression because he let me out a good five minutes early
holy. shit. five minutes, thats like twice the time i would spend spellchecking methamphetamine. With the other two minutes saved, i could have done so much, such as spellchecking necessarily. Necessary + ily. I'll keep that in mind.
But making a good first impression has really tickled me, i have the craving to make more first impressions, introduce myself to other people, be charismatic. Hell, its my job, its better to do it more efficiently.
Okay, the hot mexican girl stared me down. I stared back...lets battle, woman. =)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Dumbass.
Ranting
So I come across this dumbass like a couple weeks ago. He is like 4'10 and claims he is from east la. He is a freshman in high school I might add. Well he has Apparently gone to schools in compton, crenshaw, and fairfax In the course of his 3 years prior to south Pasadena.
I meet this guy,
Me-hey where are you from?
Dumbass-east la
Me-which part?
Dumbass- south central, fairfax, crenshaw, Compton I went to all those high schools. You from sgv?
Me-uuuh... Kind of. well don't go fucking around around sgv. The Asian kids around there are going to kick your ass.
Dumbass-dawg man I don't know why us Asians gotta fight each other. Can't we just get along and share some tight Asian pussy? Oh and chow mein.
I walk away after he said this.
A week later, I ended up seeing this kid at A local kickback. He smokes a blunt and drinks three beers. Then goes off about how he is such a heavyweight. Well he is like 95 pounds, it's expected, but wait! He then mentions how shitfaced he is! What a winner.
Then he uses his "drunkeness" as an excuse to lay his head down on every other girl in the room. Even the girl that I was with that night. but me being the nice person I am decide to not call him out on his actions. I have only met this kid for like five days anyways.
The following Sunday morning after this kickback I go to a coffeeshop with the girl and we see nobody else but mr. Jollypants roll up. This is when I decided to test his average intelligence.
Dumbass-yo yo yo Calvin that party was the shit huh, did you fuck that girl?
( note that she was sitting right next to me)
Me-thanks for the cockblock, what are you up to?
Dumbass-nothing much, what choo doing?
(this is obviously not a textmessage conversation and I was obviously drinking coffee so that should explain "what im
doing")
Me-drinking coffee
(maybe stating the obvious will help)
Dumbass- that's chill
(testing him)
Me- and talking about social Darwinism, you know like how we should kill off all the stupid people in this world. Make them take a test of average intelligence and if they fail, they die. That's the gist of it.
Dumbass-(looking confused, I think I used too many big words) ok that's cool have fun bye.
I forgot to mention that when I asked him if people in east la wore neon green flannels and skinny jeans like him and he said that everyone wears them.
FuN fact "if you ain't wearin them they kickyour ass"~dumbass
So the week after, he gets a phone. Sadly he has my number.
"yo dawg why u neve hit me up?"
"were da raves at?"
Stuff of this caliber, except much worse puncuated. I think he is he only person to consistently spell a name wrong even after consistently reading it. I'll have to give him props for never forgetting to use stupid slang shortcuts in every other word. Forget-4get, because-bcus, you get the point.
Oh, this one was good. He was explaining to me how he had a myspace account in his past gangster life.
Him "dawg I had a myspace with so many friends then I got in an argument over bulleitons and Tom (creater of myspace) banned me, isn't that fucked up?"
Me"you should fuck him up" (what ab obvious test)
Him"yea, I have his picture and everythig, dawg imma fuck tom up cause deleting my myspace is fucked"
Conversation moved to guns after I found a rather interesting article in a magazine.
Fag-"dawg I have a nine and a revolver."
Me-"yeah?"
Fag-"yeah I have a glock and a magnum, the homie gave it to me"
Me- (kind of scared, but must test him once more) "yeah? What kind of glock do you have? The 23?"
Fag-"uh yeah"
(the glock23 is not a 9mm aka "nine")
Me-"cool, what kind of revolver do you have?"
Fag-"magnum, it's a six shooter"
( kind of scared again)
Me-"shitt, what caliber?"
Fag-"my homies buy my bullets man. I don't know dat shit"
(though it's clearly shown on the gun)
Well I'm guessing that if I filter through this bullshit, it's a very good chance he's lying. At least I can sleep at night now.
Oh, then he gets in a fight with some poor Mexican kid and kicks his ass essentially. It was not a very skillfully executed brawl, but the flip of the coin he ended up winning.
I believe he has mentioned winning this fight over 50 times to me. I'm not exadurrating.
He forces Girls to hug him, he says "dey be all over his dick"
I go to this club with a bunch of my friends, and him. He decides to try to lowball all of us when paying for the taxi fare. He pulls the I've known youfor so long card on me. He has known me for less than 2 weeks.
We end up going to the club, he almost gets rejected at the door because of his stupid backpack. They need to conduct a thourgh search because a backpack just screams "suspicion". He doesn't have anything in his backpack so they let him in, I ask him why he wears a stupid white backpack all the time
"it's my swag"
Okay, it's definately swagger, can't argue. I'll take a picture so you can decide for yourself.
Inside the club I'm having a good time, dancing with random girls and watching people blabber from excess ecstasy consumption. All and all it's exciting. Then the dumbass opens his mouth and calls this kids sister a dirty whore, in front of his face. Well I guess this proves he does not have the slightest bit of common sense, but it ruined the club for me because I spent the next hour trying to quell the impending beatdown. Didn't want to ruin the place by it turning into a scene from never back down.
We manage to get kicked out of the club anyways, one of my extremely intelligent friends decided to be sketchy and not condense the odor of marijuana.
Yeah, theres more to come. Most definately.
So I come across this dumbass like a couple weeks ago. He is like 4'10 and claims he is from east la. He is a freshman in high school I might add. Well he has Apparently gone to schools in compton, crenshaw, and fairfax In the course of his 3 years prior to south Pasadena.
I meet this guy,
Me-hey where are you from?
Dumbass-east la
Me-which part?
Dumbass- south central, fairfax, crenshaw, Compton I went to all those high schools. You from sgv?
Me-uuuh... Kind of. well don't go fucking around around sgv. The Asian kids around there are going to kick your ass.
Dumbass-dawg man I don't know why us Asians gotta fight each other. Can't we just get along and share some tight Asian pussy? Oh and chow mein.
I walk away after he said this.
A week later, I ended up seeing this kid at A local kickback. He smokes a blunt and drinks three beers. Then goes off about how he is such a heavyweight. Well he is like 95 pounds, it's expected, but wait! He then mentions how shitfaced he is! What a winner.
Then he uses his "drunkeness" as an excuse to lay his head down on every other girl in the room. Even the girl that I was with that night. but me being the nice person I am decide to not call him out on his actions. I have only met this kid for like five days anyways.
The following Sunday morning after this kickback I go to a coffeeshop with the girl and we see nobody else but mr. Jollypants roll up. This is when I decided to test his average intelligence.
Dumbass-yo yo yo Calvin that party was the shit huh, did you fuck that girl?
( note that she was sitting right next to me)
Me-thanks for the cockblock, what are you up to?
Dumbass-nothing much, what choo doing?
(this is obviously not a textmessage conversation and I was obviously drinking coffee so that should explain "what im
doing")
Me-drinking coffee
(maybe stating the obvious will help)
Dumbass- that's chill
(testing him)
Me- and talking about social Darwinism, you know like how we should kill off all the stupid people in this world. Make them take a test of average intelligence and if they fail, they die. That's the gist of it.
Dumbass-(looking confused, I think I used too many big words) ok that's cool have fun bye.
I forgot to mention that when I asked him if people in east la wore neon green flannels and skinny jeans like him and he said that everyone wears them.
FuN fact "if you ain't wearin them they kickyour ass"~dumbass
So the week after, he gets a phone. Sadly he has my number.
"yo dawg why u neve hit me up?"
"were da raves at?"
Stuff of this caliber, except much worse puncuated. I think he is he only person to consistently spell a name wrong even after consistently reading it. I'll have to give him props for never forgetting to use stupid slang shortcuts in every other word. Forget-4get, because-bcus, you get the point.
Oh, this one was good. He was explaining to me how he had a myspace account in his past gangster life.
Him "dawg I had a myspace with so many friends then I got in an argument over bulleitons and Tom (creater of myspace) banned me, isn't that fucked up?"
Me"you should fuck him up" (what ab obvious test)
Him"yea, I have his picture and everythig, dawg imma fuck tom up cause deleting my myspace is fucked"
Conversation moved to guns after I found a rather interesting article in a magazine.
Fag-"dawg I have a nine and a revolver."
Me-"yeah?"
Fag-"yeah I have a glock and a magnum, the homie gave it to me"
Me- (kind of scared, but must test him once more) "yeah? What kind of glock do you have? The 23?"
Fag-"uh yeah"
(the glock23 is not a 9mm aka "nine")
Me-"cool, what kind of revolver do you have?"
Fag-"magnum, it's a six shooter"
( kind of scared again)
Me-"shitt, what caliber?"
Fag-"my homies buy my bullets man. I don't know dat shit"
(though it's clearly shown on the gun)
Well I'm guessing that if I filter through this bullshit, it's a very good chance he's lying. At least I can sleep at night now.
Oh, then he gets in a fight with some poor Mexican kid and kicks his ass essentially. It was not a very skillfully executed brawl, but the flip of the coin he ended up winning.
I believe he has mentioned winning this fight over 50 times to me. I'm not exadurrating.
He forces Girls to hug him, he says "dey be all over his dick"
I go to this club with a bunch of my friends, and him. He decides to try to lowball all of us when paying for the taxi fare. He pulls the I've known youfor so long card on me. He has known me for less than 2 weeks.
We end up going to the club, he almost gets rejected at the door because of his stupid backpack. They need to conduct a thourgh search because a backpack just screams "suspicion". He doesn't have anything in his backpack so they let him in, I ask him why he wears a stupid white backpack all the time
"it's my swag"
Okay, it's definately swagger, can't argue. I'll take a picture so you can decide for yourself.
Inside the club I'm having a good time, dancing with random girls and watching people blabber from excess ecstasy consumption. All and all it's exciting. Then the dumbass opens his mouth and calls this kids sister a dirty whore, in front of his face. Well I guess this proves he does not have the slightest bit of common sense, but it ruined the club for me because I spent the next hour trying to quell the impending beatdown. Didn't want to ruin the place by it turning into a scene from never back down.
We manage to get kicked out of the club anyways, one of my extremely intelligent friends decided to be sketchy and not condense the odor of marijuana.
Yeah, theres more to come. Most definately.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
There is this Chinese Saying
It goes something like, "If you cannot see ahead of you, take one step back. Then the world is presented to you"
That is the most literal translation i could make.
I really do like this quote, it has helped me in alot of situations that were presented to me. I realize that when i come to a road that is not in my best interests to walk down, i could always just take a step back and look for another path. Situations that are both mentally challenging and physically dangerous have been presented to me, but at the same time taking a "step back" could do wonders.
That is the most literal translation i could make.
I really do like this quote, it has helped me in alot of situations that were presented to me. I realize that when i come to a road that is not in my best interests to walk down, i could always just take a step back and look for another path. Situations that are both mentally challenging and physically dangerous have been presented to me, but at the same time taking a "step back" could do wonders.
You might be wondering what taking a "step back" could be, in my opinion it could be anything ranging from taking a long shower to playing a game of golf. Hell, it could even be indulging in drugs. Whatever drives you away from the current stresses of life and gives you time to reminisce.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Hey Blogspot!
So i just tried wordpress and did not like it. Too hard to use, where the hell is "post new blog" on it anyways.
So here i am, at blogspot.com
So here i am, at blogspot.com
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