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[Jul. 1st, 2009|10:16 am] |
I know this is the oldest thing on the internet, or ever, but I came across it again at work today and just started laughing.
Euch, rap is just missing one letter. c.
rapc?
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Crap you idiot. you put the c on the other end
oic
Though you could also say it's missing an e
wtf is erap?
* Batty bangs his head repeatedly against a wall
HI EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!
try pressing the the Caps Lock key
O THANKS!!! ITS SO MUCH EASIER TO WRITE NOW!!!!!!!
fuck me
Can't wait for the trip this weeeekend. Also go see "Away We Go", I haven't been touched like that by a movie in a looooong time. Also I have to stop extending my words when I type. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|11:07 am] |
For fuck's sake, people need to stop dying. This is too weird and awful. R.I.P. Goalie.
Edit: And now Farah Fawcett. This hasn't been a good month for awesome people.
Another edit: And now Michael Jackson? Today's pretty awful. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2009|02:40 am] |
This is Ellen Page~, Alia Shawkat~, and some dude I've never seen before.
Maebe's new hairrrrrrrr omgggggg
Just come out with the AD movie already. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2009|04:42 pm] |
This is a sort of long one, just fo' kicks.
Words cannot express how much I'm looking forward to moving back up to Orlando. I mean, first and foremost I'm looking forward to going to Israel for the first time in two years in August, but after that, I'm so ready dooood! I wanna get back into the flow of things, the groove, where days go by quickly and fun is had with all.
Work is starting to blow, majorly. Shit, this stuff doesn't interest me! I know this is a ridiculously awesome job in every sense of the word, and I'm working for and with some world-renowned peeps in the genetic field, and I'm doing things smarter and more qualified people than me only dream of doing, BUT... ahhh! I just don't care about cells and microbiology and genetics and PCR reactions and shit. And frankly, if autism is dependent on ME to cure it, good luck autism. Sorry bud, I ain't cut out for microbiology, I haven't had four years of schooling on it, and I'm really looking forward to July 31 when I bid this place adieu.
Also, the UM Medical Campus is, like every other good Medical Campus in the country, located in a very shitty hood. To get home, I have to drive through every back alley in Liberty City. Every house has bars on the windows, the Blacks to Hispanics to Whites ratio is 99:1:0... my mom told me how a few times people threw rocks at her car to try to veer her off the road, shit dude! I AM hoping to see MIckey Rourke though, he lives in LC. He's badass. I'm terrified.
You know what the worst feeling is? When you put a lot into a friendship or relationship, and you're not being reciprocated equally, and the kicker is, the BOTH of you know it.
Blahh. Maybe I'm just bitter 'cause four of my best friends are leaving me for the summer. 'Cause ya know what, if it wasn't for that, life would be swell right now. But I'm all sad and shit, I'm gonna miss the crazy gals.
Ahh fuck it, here's a famous poem, it makes me feel warm-n'-fuzzy.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,
You are care, and care must keep you;
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby,
Rock them, rock them, lullaby. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2009|01:58 am] |
So I hung out with Justin and his Russian couchsurfers. Two chicks from Russia, one was a hottie, the other a nottie. It was the first time I spoke in clean Russian to actual Russians other than my family. Other than asking them to repeat a few sentences, and forgetting the word for "aunt", I did pretty well surprisingly. I told them if they ever needed a place to stay in Orlando, me and my microfiber couch would welcome them.
In August I'm going to Israel, so I can practice my hebrew there. Hopefully I haven't forgotten it all, I haven't been there for two years.
Maybe I'll join that couchsurfing site and request only Russians and Israelis, get my language skillz on. |
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[May. 31st, 2009|07:33 pm] |
Hey! Birthday is going awesome so far, so June and rest of 2009 here we go!
Next year I'll have lived on Earth for two decades. Ho-lee-shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Today I was with a few friends and there were some rednecks present, and they were talking about how the Earth was 6,000 years old. And I just said "Wait, you guys really think the Earth is 6,000 years old?" and one of them, wearing sleeveless camo and a trucker hat with a fish on it (go ahead, try to fit into more stereotypes), went on this rant about how if the Earth is older, and evolution is a scientific fact, and it has all been survival of the fittest until this point, then how come kids with autism and mental handicaps were allowed to survive, if it were not for God's love of all? Wouldn't it be beneficial for the human race if only the strongest were allowed to live?
At this point I almost lost complete faith in humanity.
Anyways, so many movies that are coming out soon that I want to see, "Funny People" and "Away We Go" and "Paper Heart" and most of all this:
On behalf of myself, as well as acclaimed actors Clint Eastwood, Colin Farrell, and Brooke Shields, as well as notable Major League pitcher Jake Peavy, I hope you have all had a good "our birthday"! |
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[May. 28th, 2009|07:05 pm] |
I haven't had a very good May.
This is doubly depressing because, first of all, it means I haven't had a very good month, and second of all, May is my favorite month, and I usually have terrific Mays. In fact, looking back on it, I don't think I have ever had a bad May, until this year. And it's been an awful May, maybe the awfulest May of any Mays for anyone ever.
But I ain't complainin'. Heck, January-April was the easiest four month span of my lifetime. I needed a toughie to keep grounded. Stay humble. I mean, I almost started to believe life was easy. Shit! Close call! Anyways, my birthday is this Sunday, so hopefully that'll lead right into a spectacular June. And, even though I was handed a shitty deal in May, I really don't have ill will towards anybody. People make mistakes, people are still good. People are even better when they regret what they do and own up to their mistake. It's hypocritical to hold grudges and then later in life make a mistake and expect forgiveness. ...Except for one person who I still hate. But whatever, lets not think about... this person.
I just realized how pretentious Pitchfork is, and now I'm wondering if I'm pretentious for thinking Pitchfork is pretentious. I know everyone has realized already how pretentious Pitchfork is, but I still liked going there on the daily, but now I just can't do it anymore.
Also, I realized what kind of people I dislike the most: the kind that, upon meeting somebody, have a mindset of pure superiority. Good luck in life, guess what, you don't have people skills! Get some of those before you act like a pretentious prick, or else you'll never have anyone to turn to. And I know you read this so I'm talking to YOU. I feel really sorry for you, and I honestly hope, for your sake, you sort of step back a moment and think about things in the long-term, and try to work on being a nicer, better person.
Ok, so, even though I work a ridiculous amount, I still want this summer not to be a total waste, so if you're down, let's do something! (Though probably on the weekend on account of me being UM's slavechild through the end of July.) |
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[May. 19th, 2009|12:45 am] |
I've been listening and enjoying way too much shitty whiny punk music lately (or rather, mainstream "punk-pop" that isn't The Libertines). I made a long playlist of all my favorite Blink 182, Sum 41, Green Day, etc. songs and I've just been replaying them, and not much else. I honestly think it has to do with the fact that these bands symbolize late 90's-early 2000's to me, and I really miss that time period of my life. Anyways, I was all excited for the Weezer/Blink tour until Fall Out Boy was added to the line-up, why ruin an amazing show huh? But yeah dude. Still psyched.
Been a rough week or so, and not just because of that one thing (although that was pretty rough). Just some stuff here and there, taking a toll. Blehh. Although I guess in the whole "peaks of life" scenario, everything's been so good for a while now that I was bound to have a few downs. So I'm not too worked up.
I think I've told a billion people this idea that I had, but anyways, at work I handle this stuff called "Ethidium Bromide", you can wikipedia it if you want, but yeah, this stuff needs to be handled very carefully because it causes "mutation and genetic transformation". So. I take a spider to work, put three drops of EB on it, piss it off sufficiently for it to bite me, and voila. Essentially recreate the whole scenario. Foolproof. (Please no one find a rational scientific explanation as to why this would fail, you'll only cause me heartache.) But yeah, I'll have to delete this entry in the near future, or my enemies will know my real identity. |
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[May. 16th, 2009|10:50 am] |
Holy shit I never feel like writing in here anymore. I don't know why.
Anyways, last night was my third time seeing Chris Martin and wetting my pants from how ridiculously amazing that man is. He was hilarious as always, the whole band was so good, and a shooting star appeared during the encore in the sky, no joke. It's like God likes Coldplay too. Oh and at the end they gave away free live CD's. Tonight is prom, which means I'll have gone to both school dances this year though I'm not even in high school, but whatever, I like that corny stuff so I'm semi-excited.
I recently realized that I'll never have another "summer" summer again. Until last year, the notion of "summer" to me was lounging around and taking a break from school, watching tv and being lazy and loving it. But last summer I had school, and this summer i have work five days a week for 40 hours a week, and ughhh. Even though the job is pretty awesome, I still wish I had more free time. And by "more" I mean at least some. |
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[May. 4th, 2009|08:40 pm] |
"If I were DNA helicase, I'd unzip your genes."
So. Job at UM. Hooray! Woke up bright and early at 6 a.m., the earliest I've been up since high school. My mom and I left the house around 7. We get to Human Resources around 8, and mom leaves for the South Campus (HR is at the Medical Campus, about 30 minutes away from the South Campus where I'll be working). Anyways, I fill out a bunch of paperwork, then go across the street to take my drug test. Pee in a cup, give it to the nice old lady, and tell her she looks "especially young today". She laughs, says I'm "a good kid". Hopefully she'll ignore the results.
Fill out some more papers, then go eat some breakfast at Mickey D's. Now, picture this: the UM medical campus is surrounded by Liberty City on one side, Overtown is very close by, and Jackson Memorial Hospital is on-campus, full of poor people with no coverage and crazies. As I was walking to McDonald's, a frazzled old lady talking to herself was passing me. She looked at me and screamed "Hoocha!", so I walked faster. In McDonald's I stood behind a burn victim. Behind me was a man with no arms. As I described to Tatum, "if homeless people, terminally ill people, burn victims, cancer patients, and crazy people all created a single country, I am now in what it's capital would look like". After breakfast I waited for my mom outside, where I saw a guy get arrested for the first time in my life. Surreal.
My mom comes around noon and we head over to South Campus, get there at 12:30. I meet Nick, the Grad Student I'll be working with (read: under), and we both work for this guy Dale, who I'll meet tomorrow, who's apparently a genius. Anyways, Nick is... I don't know. A ridiculously cool grad student. Former baseball prospect, wears converse (I know, I know), is the most laid back person I've ever met... basically one awesome dude. The whole 5 hours I was there, everything was so relaxed.
I'll be working on PCR (Polymerase chain reactions). It's pretty cool stuff that simultaneously interested me and went way over my head. I learned how to do some crazy lab stuff, hopefully I'll be good at it by the end of the summer. Long day. But, like school, it's one of those things that I think will get better as time goes by. I'm excited/dreadful.
Also the Keyboard Cat videos are the greatest videos I have ever seen in my entire life. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2009|01:03 pm] |
First case of swine flu in Florida reported where? Yep, Orlando. Mexican tourist in Disney World, now in an Orlando hospital. Good thing I'm out of here by next week.
Speaking of which... I'm out of here by next week! Four month Summer starts Thursday, to be exact, and I'll be back down south on Saturday.
And, last but not least, faith and religion are ok in my book. I don't necessarily believe in "A Big Man in the Sky", but I do believe there are forces out there we haven't discovered that manipulate things in whatever shape or form we cannot comprehend, but ANYWAYS, atheism to me is like religion and faith, because you have faith that there is no God or whatever, but ok. What I'm trying to get at is religion and faith (any religion and faith) is good in moderation. But when you try to impose that faith (again, I consider atheism faith) on others who don't share your views, that's a problem. Also, when you let religion cloud your judgement and impede your logic, that's a problem. Also, when you think that "swine flu" should be renamed "Mexican flu", you're a fucking idiot. Also, when you make fun of people for having a set of beliefs and think you are so high and mighty just because you label yourself an "atheist", you're an annoying hypocrite.
Also: http://www.amazingincredible.com/show/64-500-years-of-female-portraits |
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[Apr. 26th, 2009|07:20 pm] |
racism or hilarious-ism? |
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[Apr. 24th, 2009|01:48 am] |
People who wear bow-ties are very hit or miss.
I'm not so excited for Summer, at least not like usually. Summer has always been my favorite season, and not only for the obvious reasons. But this year, work full time, Anna will be at UF so I won't get to see much of her, nobody down south to have fun with... so I'm biding my time until August.
For some reason I can't put myself to read books anymore. I've always had a love for literature, but lately it's just comic books and the occasional essay online about Lou Reed's impact on modern guitar playing, or some bullshit like that. Reading has never been a chore for me; exactly the opposite, actually, and my mom made sure of that. But these days it's just... ugh. Lounging around reading early 90's Marvel. You know how shitty early 90's Marvel was? It's awful, it's mindless, and yet I can't put it down. If anyone has Klosterman's fiction, may I borrow it please? Also I can't find my Youth in Revolt, that's worrying me.
Jack and I have been driving around listening to NPR lately. Why have I not bothered until college? Their classical music segments are the shit, and the newscasters' voices are always so soothing.
Finally, I'm taking a class in the Fall called "Magic, Rituals, and Beliefs". Fuck yes.
Also, Happy Birthday Brother. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2009|03:01 am] |
So up until tonight, strippers have been like unicorns to me; I had only seen them in movies, and I didn't much care for (or about) them. But, tonight I met my first stripper at a surprise party for a friend, and did the whole "stuff singles in certain places while she shakes and jiggles in a bikini top on top of me while I sit in a chair" thing. It was hilarious in my mind, and I asked her questions like "How are you today?" and "How did you become so flexible?", which was even more hilarious in my mind. Overall, a very hilarious night.
Looking forward to Coldplay (3rd time!) and Prom (2nd time!) in May, and to next year, where the few burdens of this year will be lifted on my shoulders (I'm not very strong and muscular to begin with, so heavy burden lifting isn't the best thing for me). I'm also really excited for a bunch of my friends to come live in Orlando, what glorious times we shall have. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2009|11:47 pm] |
RIP phone of five years. You were with me from the summer before Freshman year of high school till almost the end of my first year of college. You had a great run, longer than most phones I know. May your reception always be clear in PhoneHeaven.
Even on top of that today has not been a very good day. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2009|12:25 am] |
So I don't really know who knows this, but my dad is a pretty good table tennis (read: ping pong) player. Nationally ranked good. I mean, he's technically "semi-pro", but his trainer (Brian Pace, who has his own paddle named after him) is one of the top players in the country, and my dad placed in the U.S. Open a few years ago.
Anyways. He tried to get me into it when I was like 13, but being 13, I didn't really care. I had a few lessons, but the whole thing sort of stalled and I was totally fine with it, and I hadn't picked up a paddle until...
This past November I was at my friend Nate's and he has a regulation sized table and we started playing and I realized how much fun it was (and also how much I sucked), but playing every single week, I started getting better and better, and actually got pretty good.
Tonight I met a kid on the UCF Table Tennis team, and I didn't do too bad against him! I mean, he was nuts, ridiculously good, but I didn't get completely killed, and I tricked him a few times, had some great volleys and shots against him. And the best thing is, he let me play with his paddle, and I look at it... and it was a Brian Pace paddle. Which totally blew my mind. I mean, Brian Pace, a guy who is famous in the international table tennis community, a guy who I've eaten dinner with and jokingly played ping pong against, well this random kid was playing with a paddle NAMED after him... it all made my pretty giddy.
So yeah. How about that Emilio Bonafacio? He's the fucking Flash. I'm celebrating my first Easter tomorrow with two Jews, I'm decorating my eggs in a Star Wars theme, pretty excited. Also saw "Adventureland", and it was so much better than everyone says! And Kristen Stewart is only 2 months older than me? And also, last question, if anyone has seen "Observe and Report", how is it? |
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[Apr. 9th, 2009|01:32 am] |
I went to Islands of Adventure/Universal with Kim and Tatum today. While in the long line for Dueling Dragons (by the way, Harry Potter land looks so prematurely amazing), there was a group of five British boys, I'd say about our age. They were behaving all British-cool, with their accents, singing songs (one of the songs had the phrase "Are you having a laugh?" in it, and Tatum and I immediately said "Extras!" at the same time). When we were about to board the coaster, Kim went up to one of them and said nicely, "Oh, where are you guys from?" The boy turned to her and said "England". Kim said, "Right... but where?" And the little prick goes "It's in Europe" and walks away. British asshole. But, as much as I'd like to hate him, I can't... damn British accents and their charming ways. They all had their collars popped. What assholes. How I love them so.
ANYWAYS. It got me thinking. My family moved to America, and now I speak with a funky Israeli-American accent, and I can't quite get my "shh's" to work (as most everyone knows), plus some other stuff. Imagine if we had moved to Britain. I don't think I could handle an Israeli-British accent. I'd be cooler though, just because I'd be speaking cooler. And I'd be a dick to Americans because they elected Bush. Twice.
ANYWAYS. Pre-druggie, look how awesome he is.
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|04:13 pm] |
On the way up to Orlando, within a period of maybe ten minutes, I saw FIVE broken down cars, all attended to by black people. That's pretty darn coincidental. And they were pretty spaced out, the incidents, so it's not like these people knew each other. On the left, on the right, everywhere there were broken down cars (everywhere=five). Just thought that was weird.
ANYWAYS. What a fun weekend! It was exactly the right people without the not-so-right people, and a good time for used-to-be-friends to turn into "just friends". Hey nostalgia, how you doin'? Like I said, so much fun. The only negative was learning that I apparently can't spell backwards for shit, but whatever, when is that skill ever going to come in handy?
Tatum and Kim are coming up tomorrow and staying until Friday, which makes me immensely happy. Islands of Adventure/Universal on Wednesday with "da grooop", Flight of the Conchords later that night, and Jackeroo's birthday Thursday. Good times all around, yo.
Things That Are Good/Make Me Smile:
Three hours of the Sigur Ros symphonies loudly blasting my eardrums to heaven
Tater-Tot and Kimbo tomorrow
Jack being the most awesome kid ever
Seeing old-but-not-forgotten friends again, realizing how much I missed them
A few weeks left of school, followed by a four month Summer
This:
Things That Are Bad/Make Me Frown:
No Sasquatch :(
Having to stay in South Florida for basically all of Summer
Can't find my Youth In Revolt, have no idea who I lent it to last |
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