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[30 Sep 2005|11:00pm] |
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Let's see now... Alright, a 'Sert is pretty boss. A lot of mall employees are teenagers, so that seems pretty right-on. Plus, my battle cry is friggin' ace. "Allow me to molest your face with this rod!" It's so authoritative, and yet it's kind of polite. It's almost a request. "Won't you allow me to molest your face with this rod?" I could see a bunch British guys, sitting in their tailcoats and powdered wigs, just smacking each other in the face with metal rods:
Brit 1: Won't you allow me to molest your face with this rod?
Brit 2: Right-O.
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| Because I just had to say it... |
[04 Sep 2005|09:04pm] |
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Go out and buy a Nintendo DS and Nintendogs. NOW.
Oh. My. God. Nintendogs is awexome. I can't even think of a word that truly captures the awexomeness of Nintendogs.
But don't take my word for it. Go out and buy it for yourself.
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[17 Aug 2005|05:52pm] |
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This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal, and taken from this site.
( Ode to the Nice Guys )
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| Because I decided to update, Part II |
[02 Aug 2005|12:38am] |
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Continued from Part I:
I recently discovered a site called MySpace.com. I really don't know what to think of it, so I tried comparing it to some other sites I have been to. Here are the questions that I asked myself:
Is it a knock-off of LiveJournal -- No, the two are substantially different.
Is it another stupid blogging site? -- Yes, but those are harder and harder to avoid nowadays.
Is it worth my time? -- As of now, I lack sufficient data to answer that question.
A little search in Wikipedia leads me to believe that MySpace is just another cog in the corporate campaign to turn America's youth into mindless, thoughtless, fad-craving, money-wasting, melodramatic, super-fanatic, sex-crazed, poorly-raised, heartless, soulless, careless, callous, pretentious, obnoxious, atrocious, outrageous, destructive, obstructive, seductive, reproductive, psychotic, idiotic, dim-witted, thick-headed, hare-brained, half-baked, stupid, moronic, incompetent, vacuous jerk-offs!
News Corporation can kiss my ass. So can all the other media conglomerates, for that matter. God damn you, Viacom, for running the hellspawn that is MTV! God damn you, Time Warner Inc., for making AOL suck so badly! God damn you, Clear Channel communications, for letting people like Carson Daly, Ryan Seacrest, and Donald Trump have their own radio programs! God damn you! God damn you all to hell!
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| Because I decided to update, Part I |
[01 Aug 2005|11:42pm] |
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I changed the background to black and the text to white. It's easier on the eyes that way. I learned that little trick from a guy I like to call Maddox.
Having your flesh frozen hurts. It hurts like a sum'bitch. I went to a dermatologist today to get some warts checked out, and he decided to freeze them. That's how one starts the wart-removal process--by molesting one's skin with cold. In a few days, I'm going to have to go out and buy some Compound W--that's salicylic acid, a substance that's used in acne creme because it causes skin cells to SLOUGH OFF--to put on the wart. I guess inducing frostbite wasn't enough to kill the warts.
But life is not all freezing and sloughing. I recently met Orson Scott Card, author of Ender's Game and the recently-released Magic Street. He signed the latter, writing "To Jason--A street map of Fairyland," which is fitting due to the content of the book.
I'm attempting to take behind-the-wheel driver's ed, but it has proved more difficult than I could imagine; after all, I need to have a teacher in order to take the course.
That's it for Part I.
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| Because the House is better than the Senate... |
[14 Jul 2005|06:15pm] |
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I'm leaving Saturday to go up to Virginia. I found out that I'm going to take a tour of the House on Monday... and by "the House," I mean the House of Representatives.
You know, I've come to realize that one must be angsty and/or depressed to get attention of LiveJournal, so I don't think I'm going to update very much. It's not worth it to act unhappy just to get some sympathy.
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| Because I couldn't think of a title when I wrote it... |
[22 Jun 2005|05:53pm] |
I bring you the mostly abridged story of my weekend.
Thursday: Drove up to VA, read some stuff, ate some stuff, saw some people.
Friday: Saw some really awesome stuff at the National Museum of Health and Medicine. Went to dinner. Went to temple.
Saturday: Went to temple again. I read a Torah portion, but being my
friend Andy's Bar Mitzvah, he led most of the service. I saw some old
friends, including the Geller family, which I have seen a whopping two times in the last ten years.
Laura Geller and I, we used to be pretty tight--back in kindergarten. But man, has Laura really grown up. She looks really, really good. Really.
Apparently, I inherited a "Lecker charm gene" from my father, because I
didn't think I could even try to flirt with such a pretty girl.
Nonetheless, Laura and I were chatting like we were old pals--which,
incidentally, we are.
I worked out, took a shower, and went to the Bar Mitzvah party. I
planned on wooing Laura at the party with a slow dance. Unfortunately,
I forgot that today's 13-year-olds don't like to slow dance, favoring
bumping and grinding instead. Despite this lapse in reasoning, I still
continued to talk to Laura. However, I failed in the long run--I failed
to obtain her email address.
Curses!
(By the way, if you haven't heard of the band FireHouse, check them out. They have some pretty sweet rock ballads.)
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| Because I survived... |
[10 Aug 2004|04:29pm] |
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Well, my vacation was a lot of fun. I went to my friend's mom's 50th birthday celebration on Thursday, up to D.C. during the day and saw a lot of cool sculptures in the Sculpture Garden, saw the product of my friend's week-long summer camp, and saw a very cool Cooperstown exhibit at the Museum of Natural History. That night, we met up with some other good friends and ate dinner at a restaurant called Killroy's. The next day, we headed up to Busch Gardens, the only theme park I know of that is owned by a beer company. I survived the Big Bad Wolf, the Loch Ness Monster, the Alpengeist, Apollo's Chariot, and the Roman Rapids, among others. After that, we headed up to the hotel we were staying at. On Monday, we went down to Virginia Beach to visit my grandparents. And, of course, we came back home today.
Other news: I saw the coolest freakin' thing in D.C., right outside of the Sculpture Garden. There was this guy playing the drums... well, he was actually playing a shopping cart and a bunch of plastic buckets (the kind that would hold pool chemicals, for example). It was awesome.
Also, I received my schedule. It follows:
A Day
Per. 1 - Sports & Fitness with Bode (S1)
Personal Health Issues (S2)
Per. 3 - German II with Frau Horvath (who else?)
Per. 5 - Chemistry I Honors with Duncan
Per. 7 - Creative Writing with Hambacher (soon to change, perhaps)
B Day
Per. 2 - Civ/Ec Honors with Randall
Per. 4 - Pre-Cal Honors with Freeland
Per. 6 - English II Honors with MacMillan
Per. 8 - Theatre II with McDougal
This means I will be in German II and Civ/Ec Honors with Mike (granted that I don't try to change my schedule to get out of Creative Writing). It also means that I'm going to have Gym first period. Fun, huh?
As I mentioned before, I might try to change my schedule to get rid of Creative Writing. I'm not too fond of writing, but I guess it would be a good way to learn to write with more ease. Also, I've heard from a reliable source that it is an easy grade. However, taking easy classes is not my biggest concern.
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