Haha, it's kinda sad but it always makes me laugh when you do that.
Oh a side note...i want some orange soda, damnittt
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Haha, it's kinda sad but it always makes me laugh when you do that.
Oh a side note...i want some orange soda, damnittt
*Volunteers*
It'd have to be on AIM, of course, but I stay up all night most nights anyway. Just ask MoT.
Also, a little something I was thinking about earlier today, was the subject of social dynamics. Now note that this is just my take, and not fact by any way of speaking. Just how I see it. I was just idly writing in my notebook, and what I wrote is as follows: Social Dynamics. The fundamentals of social dynamics don't vary as much as one may think between online interaction and interaction in person. For instance: compare an online chat room with multiple participants to a bustling conversation at a small gathering. In the example I will use, one person is perhaps picking on another, whether teasing or with the deliberate intent to offend.
The one being picked on is perfectly capable of handling the situation themselves, but inevitably someone impartial to the argument will speak up on their behalf, regardless. This person is usually one of the more mature present. This seems to occur commonly in both real-life situations and internet discussions.
Probably just so much bull, eh?
Pizza rules!!! :aphiusiscrazy:
I write too much
Another customer had to argue with me on things I have superior knowledge on:
Idiot: "Do you carry fiddles?"
Me: "Yes, our violins are over there in the cases."
Idiot: "No, I want a fiddle. You know, for playing country and bluegrass."
Me: "The only difference between a fiddle and violin is the style of music being played on it. They are the exact same instrument."
Idiot: "Don't try to tell. I know what I'm talking about. I wasn't born yesterday. I've been playing bluegrass for probably longer than you've been alive."
Me: Sir. "A fiddle IS a violin. I swear."
Idiot: "Not where I come from."
Me: "They are the same everywhere"
Idiot: "Maybe in your world."
Me (thoughts): "You Sir, are a f*ckin' jack@ss. Quit calling me a liar." *Smiles*
Remind me not to buy stupid crap (that I won't eat) for lunch again.
A can of palm hearts? Ok, I like those but only fresh (apparently). That canned crap was soaked in vinegar and tasted like crap.
A small can of bamboo shoots? Am I a f*king idiot? I must be. I eat them in Chinese food all the time but, when you eat just them... Yuck. They taste just like wood (which they are). Three of them was enough to resign my bamboo-eating aspirations.
Two cans of crap in the trash can. What the hell was I thinking? :shock:
Canned food is yucky. That's why I rather eat normal food... then again, fried smelts [or were they snelts?] aren't too normal to eat as a midnight snack...
Surrealism is the bear to the skeptical mind.
Please, do try to end your perception into tears.
Canned yams sure beat bamboo shoots any day. Especially today.
Life is wonderful!
I am freaking out about going to high school. Really freaking out. Well not really, I'm kind of exited and scared at the same time. And I haven't talked to Anna in a while, I think I'll go call her.
'What' ain't not country I ever heard of!
I'll take a quiet life, a handsake of carbonmonoxide, and no alarms and no surprises.
well what can i say its stuck in my head!
Transformers is awesome!!! :D
Atakari without the noodles gave me an enormous cake. I'm hungry.
god i wish i had constant internet use...
I wish I met a werewolf in my sleep just once...
Maybe it's all these demons and angels and vampires that scare them away...
Or maybe it was the guy on my door frame? He wasn't too normal... Garh!
I really want to meet a blue haired werewolf! Why don't they like me! [And this is why I am self dubbed "The Weird One"]
My dog is a chick magnet. I'm going to have to walk her all the time now :D
Maybe I should walk my dog more often, then...
And O, (too lazy to spell it out tonight, yet oddly not too lazy to write this overly long explanation) if you were closer, you could walk mine. Darn distance...
I was in town today, doing that thing that every guy dreads; shopping with my mother, and we had to go into Old Navy. Let me tell you, Old Navy on a sale day is Hot Chick Central. I just about had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was kinda hoping I was, actually...
I was in a bit of a weird mood today, and as such had the near-irresistible urge to walk up to the nearest hottie in short shorts and ask her, out of the blue, if she could tell me the Answer to the Question of Life, the Universe and Everything. Thing was, I was running on so little sleep I was kinda zoned out, and wasn't sure I could pronounce all those pesky capitals right. I did, of course, hold the door for a damn fine looking trio of 18 year old girls, and y'know something? Only the cutest one actually said, "Thank you," and looked right at me when she said it. The other two, both of which were ahead of her, completely ignored the nice, good-looking guy holding the door so politely.
Me in my half-asleep-ness could only respond that ever-witty of replies, "Sure."
I love having a cell phone. I have never gotten so many calls, in a row, that btoh started AND ended pleasantly.
Also, I can't wait for Sunday.