How does someone just decide to go into fortune making, dosent make any sense. I could understand someone going into art, or poetry, but who really thinks about the people that write the fortunes inside the little cookies you eat after stuffing yourself with chinese food. Also, who plays the lottery off of numbers in a fortune cookie? seriously, why would you waste money on something based off of random numbers, atleast use numbers that are meaning to you to have some kind of symbolism. But i guess that would be kind of a cool job, i mean how many people really can say that they say that they write the fortunes that go into the cookies. And the job security must be great, i mean there will never be a day there isnt chinese food or fortune cookies at some place for sale or like the worthless freebies that people give away for business promotion. That brings up some questions about how long they can really go on making fortunes wont they eventually run out of things to awy about people?
Wow I never want to read that much bullshit about an actor ever agian, who cares that much about johnny depp to actually read or write all that unless its assigned. I dont understand why people pay so much attention to actors, they are just people that lucked into being filmed in a movie, or commercial, they shouldnt be raised up to such a higher being then everyone else in the world, take them and a normal person, throw them in a forest, they both have the same ammount of survial chance, both human beings, stripped of their money and property, equals. Property seperates celebrities from joe six pack. not talent. But there have and will always be celebs in the world to remind us how "untalented" average people really are.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Ideas for my memoir: 10 minutes free writing per 3 topics.
1) Family, Food, and Fishing.
I remember a time in my life and specific age group that all i remember looking foward to was going to my grandads and having good food and fishing trips. Regardless of the day or when we always had a great time. Everynow and then i wish i could go back to those times and have them over agian, because of my age and freedom changes that ive gone through while graduation my family has become more distant, not by want but just by the fact that its hard to days that i dont have class or am doing something and have the family find a non busy day. I wish that i could have gone to school closer and it would have been as good as TTU but there wasnt one close enough.
2) Driving lessons: Instructor Mom
I remember the first time i got in the car with keys in my hand and didnt have to give them to someone else...yet. So it was a few days after my 15th birthday that my mom descided to try and teach me how to drive. We started at the high school parking lot that id been in hundreds of times with friends. and have driven my buddies car there, well mom assumed i was a retard and had to tell me everything about driving and not just once, but every time i had to do something. so my driving lessons were more of a lecture with a video game in your hand then actualy driving anywhere. Finally at last my dad had to do it because i couldnt and wouldnt go to the parking lot with here. He gave me keys, a quarter tank of gas, and said go get some gas, and some grocerys, be back in 2 hours. A real world crash course in driving, but made me the good driver i am now, rarely pulled over for anything broken tail light or, profiling cops see tinted windows and want to pull me over.
3) Gas pedels, automatic Jeeps, and broken drivetrains.
While being in the lovely time of 18 year old with a car and gas money, I was always in the jeep, offroading, racing to school on backroads, driving to work and burning off tires when leaving work. I treated that jeep like a peice of shit my dad said, but i dont think so, i think i treated it with respect and drove it like a jeep. when was the last time someone bought a jeep so they could have a car for the next 25 years. Its made to be dirty, fly down backroads, and mabye hit a few jumps in its day. One day in particular of idocricy, my friend neutral bombed, for anyone who dosent get it ill explain in a second, his truck and left one hell of a burnout for me to show up. I didnt have time to brake stand it for the burnout but had to leave one while getting under way. I descided to follow his suite and N-bomb it, that being rev engine in neutral and then drop it to drove w/o taking foot off gas, I held it at about 6000 rpm and droped it into D. I later learned that on that day the D stood for, dead, debt, drivetrain explosion, and death from parents. I hit drive and heard a huge explosion from under the car and then a smacking sound alternating from hitting metal to hitting pavement, i knew what it was right then, my buddy had done that just 3 days earlier, the drivetrain had broken loose.
1) Family, Food, and Fishing.
I remember a time in my life and specific age group that all i remember looking foward to was going to my grandads and having good food and fishing trips. Regardless of the day or when we always had a great time. Everynow and then i wish i could go back to those times and have them over agian, because of my age and freedom changes that ive gone through while graduation my family has become more distant, not by want but just by the fact that its hard to days that i dont have class or am doing something and have the family find a non busy day. I wish that i could have gone to school closer and it would have been as good as TTU but there wasnt one close enough.
2) Driving lessons: Instructor Mom
I remember the first time i got in the car with keys in my hand and didnt have to give them to someone else...yet. So it was a few days after my 15th birthday that my mom descided to try and teach me how to drive. We started at the high school parking lot that id been in hundreds of times with friends. and have driven my buddies car there, well mom assumed i was a retard and had to tell me everything about driving and not just once, but every time i had to do something. so my driving lessons were more of a lecture with a video game in your hand then actualy driving anywhere. Finally at last my dad had to do it because i couldnt and wouldnt go to the parking lot with here. He gave me keys, a quarter tank of gas, and said go get some gas, and some grocerys, be back in 2 hours. A real world crash course in driving, but made me the good driver i am now, rarely pulled over for anything broken tail light or, profiling cops see tinted windows and want to pull me over.
3) Gas pedels, automatic Jeeps, and broken drivetrains.
While being in the lovely time of 18 year old with a car and gas money, I was always in the jeep, offroading, racing to school on backroads, driving to work and burning off tires when leaving work. I treated that jeep like a peice of shit my dad said, but i dont think so, i think i treated it with respect and drove it like a jeep. when was the last time someone bought a jeep so they could have a car for the next 25 years. Its made to be dirty, fly down backroads, and mabye hit a few jumps in its day. One day in particular of idocricy, my friend neutral bombed, for anyone who dosent get it ill explain in a second, his truck and left one hell of a burnout for me to show up. I didnt have time to brake stand it for the burnout but had to leave one while getting under way. I descided to follow his suite and N-bomb it, that being rev engine in neutral and then drop it to drove w/o taking foot off gas, I held it at about 6000 rpm and droped it into D. I later learned that on that day the D stood for, dead, debt, drivetrain explosion, and death from parents. I hit drive and heard a huge explosion from under the car and then a smacking sound alternating from hitting metal to hitting pavement, i knew what it was right then, my buddy had done that just 3 days earlier, the drivetrain had broken loose.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Ive never understood the groupie mentality, dosent seem to make much sense that you would waste your life following around someone just to get high with them or fuck them. Granted at the time a college education wasn’t as respected or required, as it is today but how could someone throw away their life for multiple years at a time to just hang out with famous people. This girl definitely seems like her parents hugged her to much or not enough, something isnt right inside of her head. It seems that both of the girls are completely insane, they want to meet Mick Jagger outside of a recording studio the night after recording, hes hung over, probably high as shit still, and they want him to be with them. What the hell is wrong with these people that they would just try and jump all over someone just because they are there? Wow.
Us and Them, I have read it before in the class and at the time I always thought that the story was one that anyone who read it could take something away from it, I'm not one for the emotional stories all the time. This one shows how some people can be happy with anything they have, shows the duality of people where as someone can have everything they want and still not be happy, but another person can have very little and be simple and happy. The story also shows you how pity can be turned around and turned into something malice, sometimes feeling sorry for someone is the worst thing you can possibly do. People can be different, live differently, and act the exact opposite of you they are still people, and should be treated like people, no different from you and me.
Us and Them, I have read it before in the class and at the time I always thought that the story was one that anyone who read it could take something away from it, I'm not one for the emotional stories all the time. This one shows how some people can be happy with anything they have, shows the duality of people where as someone can have everything they want and still not be happy, but another person can have very little and be simple and happy. The story also shows you how pity can be turned around and turned into something malice, sometimes feeling sorry for someone is the worst thing you can possibly do. People can be different, live differently, and act the exact opposite of you they are still people, and should be treated like people, no different from you and me.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Fisheries majors.
Hey everyone, Will here, are there any other fisheries majors or biology majors here. I'm a freshman in the fisheries program here, always liked the outdoors and everything about biology, not a geek, more of an outdoorsman, wouldnt call myself a redneck but definately have redneck tendencies. Also play paintball every saturday with the putnam county paintball club, one of my favorite activities and the worlds best stress relief, how many people can say that after a shitty week at TTU you can go out, have a beer and shoot people with paintballs! If anyone is intersted in playing paintball or doing anything in the outdoors toss me an email.
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