Hmmm. What to muse on this post...

I have not actually been irritated enough with anything in particular to come up with any more fun rants lately....so i guess i will have to make my otherwise humdrum life since my last post sound exciting...here goez

First off...wow! Thanks to all supporters of S.U.C.C.A....evidently, there are other disgruntled "majorities" out there who dislike that there hard work gets them discriminated against by universities and workplaces looking to fill quotas. We need to pass beyond this whole political correctness bullshit phase in america where we try and convince eveyrone that they are unique and special snowflakes. Call a spade a spade, and everyone, just learn that we all have our good points and bad...not everyone has to be god's gift to earth, pampered and admired. Hell, I am an egotistical, arrogant bastard....but I know and accept it, and can laugh at myself. This gives me the right to mock others...not because I am perferct, but because I acknowledge and mock my own faults. All the rest of you people who can't handle an insult or two...get over yourselves...your not that great.

Hmm. Looks like i did have a rant tucked away in there. Anywho...I am almost done clearing the deadwood and ready to start planning out my garden. Everyone should try at least once in their life working with their hands...it gives you a real sense of accomplishment...or so my gardener tellz me j/k I am actually doing the work w/dad.

My buddy Dave is leaving for Hasting Law School tomorrow. Best of luck to him.

My friend liz is also going back to school in s/f. Was at a party the other night with her, and a couple of other peepz i haven't seen since high school, so that was nice. Itz always fun to catch up on gossip from the peepz you grew up w/.

 

this is a pic of my g/f caroline. (previously known as ravette...ain't i a sneaky one)

Alrighty, well...lookng at the clock, itz time for me to get back to work, so the post ends here for now.

Moral of The Story: Groovy.

Thought for the day: I should try and post every day again...but must get my fast connection...why can I not get anyone willing to help me set up something that will benefit EVERYONE!

Yarrgh. Sometimes It would just be easier to be a pirate, sailing the seven seas taking what i want when i want, boozing wenching, and peg-legging it from adventure to adventure...coz thatz what i am sure pirates all live like.

Bit of ADD posting lately...lots of thoughts, lots of projects need to get completed, but where to find the time?

Garden is coming along...almost all the deadwood cleared out, and more med schools respond everyday, but have so many essays to write...and some of the questions i can't answer-I have never been disadvantged, financially or otherwise, i didn't come from a ghetto, nobody hates me (except maybe financial aid institution). In fact I have become convinved during my tenure at UCLA that white males are the last REAL minority.

Think about it...name one other special group-ethic, religious, whatever who doesn't have some special program in place for them...even women (50% of our population) are considered a protected minority

With this in mind I am founding the Undergraduate Society for Caucasian and Asian Advancement. S.U.C.A.A. for short

Our mission statement is to look for funds to provide to students whose only disadavantage is that they had parents who loved them, a good education, and were willing to actually work hard to get where they are and continue doing so. Everyone interested in joining...please send checks and good wishes to me

Can this entry possibly get any more random or longer. Well I suppose it could get more random *midget cooking a potato dances across the screen*

What factors are essential to onez personality? This is a puzzle posed by one of the med schools i am applying to, if in different words, and it is a good question. If you started stripping away all the different things that have contributed to my attitude, what would be the fundamental components of who you are...your derivative, as it were. I have come to the conclusion thus far that I am a hearty mix of Integrity, Humor, and Determination. Aren't you all impressed (j/k-i know my loyal readers could care less, but i give you this junk anyway)

To end on a happier note, I managed to finagle myself a g/f again. yay. So ravette and I are now "official" Which is tremendous, coz i enjoy hanging out with her...howz THAT for justification. SStay tuned to the same Bat Xanga to find out the secret identity of the mysterious ravette next time, kids

Moral of the Story: Always leave them wanting more

Second Moral: Timing is Everything

My weapon of choice is the lead pipe...no other tool so perfectly symbolizes rage at another human being...swords provide a quick merciful death if you don't know what you are doing, not to mention they are technologically out of date. Guns also are too quick, and not only are you given no time to truly think about what you are doing, often they can be used to kill people w/o the person ever knowing who killed them or why. SO guns are too technologically advanced and impersonal. But the trusty lead pipe is the perfect fusion of old and new, a club with a shiny technological finish. It can maim or kill, giving you plenty of time to consider the implications of your actions, and allowing the target to realize the consequences of theirs in pissing you off. Plus, there is no seven day waiting period for a lead pipe, nor is there a collectors market.

Now some of you may be wondering what inspired this disturbing, morbid little rant. And those of you who know me personally will quickly realize it is pigpen. For anyone new to the game, pigpen is my nickname for my roomate, as just like the similarly named peanutz character, he carries around his own little cloud of dirt with him wherever he goes. ANyhoo, I am attempting to collect the bills from everyone ahead of time since I am leaving the country before most of them come in, and he is quibbling with me over why he should have to pay now! >:-O I should also probably mention that he is habitually the last one to pay billz, despite the fact that he is the only one not contributing at all...his family is bankrolling, and therefore he proudly states he has never worked a day in his life. Accepting and patient of people as i am trying to become, this little shit would try the understanding of a saint. Thank goodness I will never have to deal with him after this week...coz otherwise, i gurantee you, the borrowed time he is living on would run out...anyway on to the next finalz parody

Parody of Santa Ria by Sublime

 

It’s my 4^th year, I’m a senior

I ain’t got no crystal ball

What I’m doing after graduation, I

Don’t know at all

 

Start checking the newspapers

For a job needs to be found

Though I’ve got no experience

Time to start moving round

 

What I really want to know bout my degree

What I actu-al-ly learned I can’t define

Well it’s cash

That I need, oh

A job will have to

Wait til I move back, can’t pay bills on my own

Mom and Dad, I’m coming home

 

I am so broke

Am so broke

Am so broke

And I got to pay bills

Oh, yeah huh, well I swear that’s

What I really want to know with my degree

How easy will it be a job to find

From college I’ve got to go,

I guess I’ll have to

 

But I really worked so hard

For my degree

I just really want to play for a short time

But I’ve made it

Yes I’m growing up

 

Tell the students that if

they know what is good for them, they best go enjoy life

I just got a new 9 to 5

And it don’t take long to see real life’s Not like what I thought

Believe me when I say make the most of your time right now

 

Coz I finally received

My degree

And I finally realized there’s no going

On back

And I’ll make it, yea

Coz the real world awaits

Yea yea yea

Moral of the Story: Don't be a little bitch to people you have to spend a great deal of time with