So like a couple of days ago, we had this free gym period, so a couple of my friends and I started to play this stupid game of truth or dare. Course,the dares were pretty basic, you know, just stuff like do ten push-ups and ask a guy for their phone number. Very basic.
Nevertheless, the whole experience reminded me of this fieldtrip I had in 9th grade. 2 days cooped up in a hotel doesn't usually do a lot of good with a group of rowdy teens. So of course one of them had this brilliant idea of playing truth or dare in our hotel room. There was only one good thing i learned from the experience: frustrated teens have very wild imaginations. These kids could come up with the most deathly embarassing and stupid of dares! The following are videos capturing those moments of insane humiliation. Do enjoy!
My friend Carolina screaming her head off like a maniac:
Maria asking Saddam if she can jump on his bed (which she broke later on)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Rain....
Drip....
drip.....
drip....
Mmmmhh.... I just love a rainy day. I've never been much of a solar enthusiast (i get my vitamin D's elsewhere) but the rain, well that's another thing. The gentle, rhythmic pattering does a lot of good for a stressed mind. And the smell of it, yeah, the only other thing that I love more than the sound of the rain, is the smell it leaves behind...a subtle earthy scent, sometimes so faint and ephemeral its presence is questionable, but it's there. Infused in every falling droplet, saturated in every particle of the atmosphere. I wish that those particles wouldn't leave so soon, that they would stay behind and enshroud my world in this eternal dusk.
I know this might sound like a whole lot of unimportant rubbish, but I don't know, the rain has a calming effect on me and it kinda gets reflected in my writing. The pesimissm and gloom n' doom stuff hasn't gone (i don't think that'll ever happen, it's kinda part of who i am) but the atmosphere that coaxes the rain down from their heavenly sanctuary, has served to suppress the despair that usually engulfs my being. Perhaps every droplet contains some small ounce of the divine, something that has been that close to heaven is bound to be affected in some way, so that when they do fall, a mass renegade of heavenly bodies fill the earth.
drip.....
drip....
Mmmmhh.... I just love a rainy day. I've never been much of a solar enthusiast (i get my vitamin D's elsewhere) but the rain, well that's another thing. The gentle, rhythmic pattering does a lot of good for a stressed mind. And the smell of it, yeah, the only other thing that I love more than the sound of the rain, is the smell it leaves behind...a subtle earthy scent, sometimes so faint and ephemeral its presence is questionable, but it's there. Infused in every falling droplet, saturated in every particle of the atmosphere. I wish that those particles wouldn't leave so soon, that they would stay behind and enshroud my world in this eternal dusk.
I know this might sound like a whole lot of unimportant rubbish, but I don't know, the rain has a calming effect on me and it kinda gets reflected in my writing. The pesimissm and gloom n' doom stuff hasn't gone (i don't think that'll ever happen, it's kinda part of who i am) but the atmosphere that coaxes the rain down from their heavenly sanctuary, has served to suppress the despair that usually engulfs my being. Perhaps every droplet contains some small ounce of the divine, something that has been that close to heaven is bound to be affected in some way, so that when they do fall, a mass renegade of heavenly bodies fill the earth.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
HUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Finally!!! The power of the internet is back in my hands!!!!
Gahhhhh, I'm so happy!! :>>>>>>
God, I've been waiting for this day for like forever, well okay maybe not forever, just since last wednesday, when my accursed computer decided to go into a spontaneous and totally uncalled for coma. That's why I haven't been able to update this thing and post new blogs since last week, so if there are people out there that actually read the inane and completely worthless drivel that I post here (and they must be either bored to death or purposefully trying to waste their time by reading this) and was actually waiting for more posts from me (a known impossibility), then I really do apologize.
I tell you, this whole coma thing was probably like the product of some really bad karma that's finally caught up with me. I mean, first my iPod gets invaded by some convoluted virus and dies, bringing nearly 2 GBs of music and photos with it to the grave, and now this!?!?!? What other technological maladies will I have to suffer through next?!
Hmmm, I can feel the pessimissm starting to take root again, so I'd better stop before I start another long rant about life and all the miseries it keeps on hurling at me....
Finally!!! The power of the internet is back in my hands!!!!
Gahhhhh, I'm so happy!! :>>>>>>
God, I've been waiting for this day for like forever, well okay maybe not forever, just since last wednesday, when my accursed computer decided to go into a spontaneous and totally uncalled for coma. That's why I haven't been able to update this thing and post new blogs since last week, so if there are people out there that actually read the inane and completely worthless drivel that I post here (and they must be either bored to death or purposefully trying to waste their time by reading this) and was actually waiting for more posts from me (a known impossibility), then I really do apologize.
I tell you, this whole coma thing was probably like the product of some really bad karma that's finally caught up with me. I mean, first my iPod gets invaded by some convoluted virus and dies, bringing nearly 2 GBs of music and photos with it to the grave, and now this!?!?!? What other technological maladies will I have to suffer through next?!
Hmmm, I can feel the pessimissm starting to take root again, so I'd better stop before I start another long rant about life and all the miseries it keeps on hurling at me....
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Secret's out...=,<
Shhyooot!!..... Well, there goes my entire plan to keep this whole damned blog thing my own little secret....whatever, i knew this was gonna come some day, just didn't figure it would be so fast. I'm just hoping no one's gonna be interested enough in all this phony philosophical crap to actually hold any interest in this accursed page!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Blearg....ggg....hhh....
wHOO, my first blog and I'm already stumped.....Honestly, I hate writer's block! It's like you have this whole notion of what you're going to write, you think that all the words and sentences are just gonna start flowing out of your mind and right into your hands, filling up that terrifyingly blank space in front of you with the most beautiful of metaphors, the most intricate of descriptions. But then -- zlep-- you just sit there staring at the menacing whiteness of blank space and your hands are frozen, left to hover above the keyboard to await instructions that never seem to come. You know that your thoughts are in there somewhere, that in some dark and forgotten corner in that vast complex of pink gooey mush, there must be some intelligent stream of consciousness just dying to get out, to unleash itself onto the world.
Well, that came out longer than I'd expected or even wanted it to. So I'm confused now, what is a blog really for? From what I've seen of my friends' blogs, it's mostly about retelling whatever interesting thing's happened in the past, oh I'd say 4-5 hours of their life, and that thing has to be so utterly incredible or at least ridiculously absurd enough to make them go through the hassle of turning on their computers or laptops or whatever they have and actually write it down for future reference.
For me, well, I think I'm just using it as another mental punchbag....here i can actually write down what's screaming out for attention in my head, and surprisingly, it actually makes me feel better, although I know I'm probably not entertaining any of my readers (this is if anyone is actually reading all this mental crap, which is an utter impossibility) and my grammer/sentence structure/vocab. is simply atrocious, which has always bothered me to unreasonable extents in the past.
Here i go again with all this mindless prattling...I should probably stop though, cause I feel that if I do go on to another paragraph, I won't be able to cease this endless stream of jumbled nonsense.
So, until a later day, when I will hopefully be a lot calmer and hopefully a lot less verbose in my writing. Besides, my hands are getting a bit tired of punching down these letters on the keyboard, and I'm sure that if the keyboard could talk it would definitely say a word or two about this overly abusive relationship.
Well, that came out longer than I'd expected or even wanted it to. So I'm confused now, what is a blog really for? From what I've seen of my friends' blogs, it's mostly about retelling whatever interesting thing's happened in the past, oh I'd say 4-5 hours of their life, and that thing has to be so utterly incredible or at least ridiculously absurd enough to make them go through the hassle of turning on their computers or laptops or whatever they have and actually write it down for future reference.
For me, well, I think I'm just using it as another mental punchbag....here i can actually write down what's screaming out for attention in my head, and surprisingly, it actually makes me feel better, although I know I'm probably not entertaining any of my readers (this is if anyone is actually reading all this mental crap, which is an utter impossibility) and my grammer/sentence structure/vocab. is simply atrocious, which has always bothered me to unreasonable extents in the past.
Here i go again with all this mindless prattling...I should probably stop though, cause I feel that if I do go on to another paragraph, I won't be able to cease this endless stream of jumbled nonsense.
So, until a later day, when I will hopefully be a lot calmer and hopefully a lot less verbose in my writing. Besides, my hands are getting a bit tired of punching down these letters on the keyboard, and I'm sure that if the keyboard could talk it would definitely say a word or two about this overly abusive relationship.
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