Yeah, so I'll be in Taiwan all through Winter Break...
So... MAYBE no new updates...
If you find one, good job.
~Vince
Friday, December 19, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Santa Clara Invintational
So basically, I've been in an invintational for Friday, Saturday, and I gotta go back there tomorrow. I'm as tired as hell right now, but I felt the need to update nonetheless...
Ummm.. I broke into the semis for Impromptu speaking, and Policy Debate results will be posted when I get my ballots, because I wanna tell you how I fucked the other team, or they fucked me.
So yeah... Just be chill, and you'll have a bigass blog post next time...
~Vince
Ummm.. I broke into the semis for Impromptu speaking, and Policy Debate results will be posted when I get my ballots, because I wanna tell you how I fucked the other team, or they fucked me.
So yeah... Just be chill, and you'll have a bigass blog post next time...
~Vince
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Krisumasu (shit, did I spell that right?)
Most people wish to celebrate the wonderful holiday called Christmas.
Others wish to celebrate the slightly-wonderful-but-not-as-filling holiday called Hanukkah.
Some don't do anything exciting in December, ever... (or maybe they fast, I'm not a religion scholar).
But here, I'm gonna talk about Christmas. If you wish to inform me about other holidays that people celebrate, e-mail me, and I'll block you from my e-mail (that means I don't give a f**k right now).
Note: If you one of those people who don't celebrate the holiday of Christmas, you are welcome to get the f**k out.
Background:
Christmas is the day of December 25th that Christians (and non-Christians) celebrate what's supposed to be the birth of Jesus Christ (those non-Christians just rip off our holiday, bastards). What most people usually do is forget the whole point of Christmas, and stuff their fat asses until they're in a coma at a hospital, getting their stomach pumped (serves them right, assholes). Christmas is also called "Christ's Mass", "Nativity", "Incarnation", "Yule Tide", "Noel", rather incorrectly "Xmas", and even "Winter Pascha." It's celebrated on three different days, most commonly December 25th, but also January 6th or 7th (for some religious nuts).
There, you learned something you can share with others around the water fountain (or water cooler, for grownups).
I, being the asshole I am, am going to totally bash others who don't see the significance of Christmas for real, but only see it as a getaway from work to sit at home all day on their lazy asses.
Christmas is supposed to be celebrated jovially. Now I don't mean like those dumbasses who totally deck out their house in lights, decorations, and signs saying "THE NORTH POLE : HERE" (those guys need a life), but like people who actually love the holiday for what it is: a celebration of how Jesus Christ was born into the world.
But those of you who see it as a way to just get presents, or a way to get off work, lemme tell you something.
You guys are just lazy assholes who don't see a point in life but to just lay all your burden on others, and become obese, and make more work for companies like Jenny Craig.
If you use Christmas to spend time with your family, go on a holiday that you WELL DESERVE (assholes), or actually understand the point of Christmas, give yourself a pat on the back. I won't be shooting you anytime soon.
This is much like my Thanksgiving post. People don't understand the full point of a holiday, they just take it for granted.
Don't be retarded, and think. Use your mind. Don't take shit for granted. If you do, you'll be fucked for life.
Others wish to celebrate the slightly-wonderful-but-not-as-filling holiday called Hanukkah.
Some don't do anything exciting in December, ever... (or maybe they fast, I'm not a religion scholar).
But here, I'm gonna talk about Christmas. If you wish to inform me about other holidays that people celebrate, e-mail me, and I'll block you from my e-mail (that means I don't give a f**k right now).
Note: If you one of those people who don't celebrate the holiday of Christmas, you are welcome to get the f**k out.
Background:
Christmas is the day of December 25th that Christians (and non-Christians) celebrate what's supposed to be the birth of Jesus Christ (those non-Christians just rip off our holiday, bastards). What most people usually do is forget the whole point of Christmas, and stuff their fat asses until they're in a coma at a hospital, getting their stomach pumped (serves them right, assholes). Christmas is also called "Christ's Mass", "Nativity", "Incarnation", "Yule Tide", "Noel", rather incorrectly "Xmas", and even "Winter Pascha." It's celebrated on three different days, most commonly December 25th, but also January 6th or 7th (for some religious nuts).
There, you learned something you can share with others around the water fountain (or water cooler, for grownups).
I, being the asshole I am, am going to totally bash others who don't see the significance of Christmas for real, but only see it as a getaway from work to sit at home all day on their lazy asses.
Christmas is supposed to be celebrated jovially. Now I don't mean like those dumbasses who totally deck out their house in lights, decorations, and signs saying "THE NORTH POLE : HERE" (those guys need a life), but like people who actually love the holiday for what it is: a celebration of how Jesus Christ was born into the world.
But those of you who see it as a way to just get presents, or a way to get off work, lemme tell you something.
You guys are just lazy assholes who don't see a point in life but to just lay all your burden on others, and become obese, and make more work for companies like Jenny Craig.
If you use Christmas to spend time with your family, go on a holiday that you WELL DESERVE (assholes), or actually understand the point of Christmas, give yourself a pat on the back. I won't be shooting you anytime soon.
This is much like my Thanksgiving post. People don't understand the full point of a holiday, they just take it for granted.
Don't be retarded, and think. Use your mind. Don't take shit for granted. If you do, you'll be fucked for life.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thanksgiving (seriously, what's the point?)
Okay. So today, I basically just chilled with my family... and yeah. Hahaha. Went to my cousin's house, chilled there. Watched some TV (a lot of TV) drank about ten gallons of soda (reminds me of UOP, haha) and went to the computer to type this, because I was THAT bored.
Yes, very fun, eh?
Anyway, basically, we're here to celebrate Thanksgiving.
Now, some background, eh?
Thanksgiving was the three day feast that the explorers and the Native Americans had to celebrate (wow, guess what?), of course, giving thanks. The Native Americans befriended the explorers and, without them, the explorers would be dead, and we wouldn't have this annual party. The three day feast featured (you guessed it) some turkey, lobster, pumkin, corn, sweet potatoes, regular mashed potatoes, etc. Search Wiki for the rest. I'm not an encyclopedia.
So what are you thankful for? Me, personally, am thankful for my friends (^^ M.K), the gift of life, school, etc.
But, think about it. Me, as a kritiker of the whole (f**king damn) world, must think of how the status quo reacts to this "holiday".
Do people really care? Honestly, do PEOPLE REALLY CARE?
I know that at school, everyone just looks forward to the week of break we get off (which, I must say, is indeed a godsend). But do people really care about how the NA's "befriended" the explorers?
And think about how we paid the NA's back. By taking over their land, totally raping them of their only possessions. Yes, we're VERY thankful for fucking the Native Americans off their property after all they've done for us.
I wonder if they're thankful for us.
Do people really think about Thanksgiving as a way to celebrate screwing over the NA's? Because that's what it really is. They friend us, and we screw them over.
Why do we even have this date anyway? Just because Lincoln wanted it?
Are we REALLY thankful for this? For our lives? Or do we just take all this for granted?
I personally think it's the latter.
I wonder if they're thankful for us.
Do people really think about Thanksgiving as a way to celebrate screwing over the NA's? Because that's what it really is. They friend us, and we screw them over.
Why do we even have this date anyway? Just because Lincoln wanted it?
Are we REALLY thankful for this? For our lives? Or do we just take all this for granted?
I personally think it's the latter.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Autism and the FCSN
Oakey doakey then... haha, yes, I butcher things rather well...
Okay, lets think... Last Saturday night I went to this Gala. Like a gathering.
It was hosted by the FCSN (go check Google if you have no idea what that is) and was about kids with Autism.
Autism is a "disease" in the brain where the sufferer has bad social skills, tends to put things in lines or piles or does repetitive action. This is all due to something going wrong in the dude's chromosomes.
Basically, it's a disease that never should have been found because these kids are otherwise perfectly fine.
Look, think about it. Just because they line things up constantly, just because they can't speak very well, just because something went wrong in a chromosome automatically means that we have to classify them as "children with special needs."
No, I DON'T know how "serious Autism is" so why don't you tell me, and maybe I'll change my drift.
But for now, it's completely stupid. A child who has MINIMAL changes DOESN'T mean he's "different" or "special" He or she is PERFECTLY FINE, but just because the way people think that ONE LITTLE THING that a child does different means that he/she is "disabled", "different", or "special".
That, my friends, is total bullshit.
Just because we have, in our little minds, a seed that means that if you're just SOMEWHAT different, you should be sent to a lab, classified, and EVERYTHING wrong must be found out so we can "prevent it later on".
Bullshit.
Just because kids are a little different doesn't mean that their weird, or special. It means they're different. And guess what? EVERYBODY'S DIFFERENT!!!!!!! If we didn't have a little difference in the world, the whole f**king world would be so f**king boring!
Sure, I'll grant that if you have cerebal palsy, then you need to be treated. If you have no gag reflex, then you need to be treated. If you were born with an extra eye (cool!) then, you might want to be treated. But just because your child has bad social skills, bad responsiveness, and tends to line things up in little organized lines, THEN YOUR CHILD IS FINE!!!
On Answerbag (www.answerbag.com), I've read and answered millions of questions regarding "My child putting his stuffed toy bear in time out. Is this normal?"
Wow.. a bear is in time out. THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING!!!!!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!! OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD!!!!!
Calm the f**k down. Your child is fine. Wait till he becomes a teenager, then he's screwed.
Jesus. And the FCSN. That's total bullshit. It's like, "Hey, you have a disorder. You're "special". You need help. You can't help yourself. It's impossible. Let's just make you look like a fish out of water that needs to be helped by everyone else your whole entire life!"
WHAT THE F**K? Even IF this disorder was important, that's like a bullet to the heart of the dude's self esteem! Kid's aren't stupid (well... MOST aren't) and we know when we're unwanted, or when others are tells us bad BS. Adults these days give us too little credit. We deserve a choice, even those of us that have "difficulty developing social skills".
These kids are still coherent children. These kids are still kids. These kids still need a right way to live. They need to become independent, not rely on others their entire lives.
All these "major diseases" that really are minor need to be chilled down in the status quo. Everyone's all like, "Oh Emm Gee... We need to help these kids with disabilities that aren't really major or life threatening."
It's a waste of money to help a perfectly fine kid.
Don't be stupid. Don't waste time.
Okay, lets think... Last Saturday night I went to this Gala. Like a gathering.
It was hosted by the FCSN (go check Google if you have no idea what that is) and was about kids with Autism.
Autism is a "disease" in the brain where the sufferer has bad social skills, tends to put things in lines or piles or does repetitive action. This is all due to something going wrong in the dude's chromosomes.
Basically, it's a disease that never should have been found because these kids are otherwise perfectly fine.
Look, think about it. Just because they line things up constantly, just because they can't speak very well, just because something went wrong in a chromosome automatically means that we have to classify them as "children with special needs."
No, I DON'T know how "serious Autism is" so why don't you tell me, and maybe I'll change my drift.
But for now, it's completely stupid. A child who has MINIMAL changes DOESN'T mean he's "different" or "special" He or she is PERFECTLY FINE, but just because the way people think that ONE LITTLE THING that a child does different means that he/she is "disabled", "different", or "special".
That, my friends, is total bullshit.
Just because we have, in our little minds, a seed that means that if you're just SOMEWHAT different, you should be sent to a lab, classified, and EVERYTHING wrong must be found out so we can "prevent it later on".
Bullshit.
Just because kids are a little different doesn't mean that their weird, or special. It means they're different. And guess what? EVERYBODY'S DIFFERENT!!!!!!! If we didn't have a little difference in the world, the whole f**king world would be so f**king boring!
Sure, I'll grant that if you have cerebal palsy, then you need to be treated. If you have no gag reflex, then you need to be treated. If you were born with an extra eye (cool!) then, you might want to be treated. But just because your child has bad social skills, bad responsiveness, and tends to line things up in little organized lines, THEN YOUR CHILD IS FINE!!!
On Answerbag (www.answerbag.com), I've read and answered millions of questions regarding "My child putting his stuffed toy bear in time out. Is this normal?"
Wow.. a bear is in time out. THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING!!!!!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!! OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD!!!!!
Calm the f**k down. Your child is fine. Wait till he becomes a teenager, then he's screwed.
Jesus. And the FCSN. That's total bullshit. It's like, "Hey, you have a disorder. You're "special". You need help. You can't help yourself. It's impossible. Let's just make you look like a fish out of water that needs to be helped by everyone else your whole entire life!"
WHAT THE F**K? Even IF this disorder was important, that's like a bullet to the heart of the dude's self esteem! Kid's aren't stupid (well... MOST aren't) and we know when we're unwanted, or when others are tells us bad BS. Adults these days give us too little credit. We deserve a choice, even those of us that have "difficulty developing social skills".
These kids are still coherent children. These kids are still kids. These kids still need a right way to live. They need to become independent, not rely on others their entire lives.
All these "major diseases" that really are minor need to be chilled down in the status quo. Everyone's all like, "Oh Emm Gee... We need to help these kids with disabilities that aren't really major or life threatening."
It's a waste of money to help a perfectly fine kid.
Don't be stupid. Don't waste time.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Uggh... Update in the Dark
You sure you want the lowdown?
Alright, here's the damn lowdown...
I've been swamped with hella fucking shit.
Homework, Forensics, HI, Policy, Biology, all this crap that I need to fucking do before the upcoming UOP tournament I have yet to go to.
It's fucking like... grrr...
(and yes, I'm saying f*** a whole lot more)
For those of you that don't know what the eff I'm talking about...
UOP = University of Pacific tournament
It's a tournament that I gotta go to in like.. a week. It's in Stockton, and it's a fricken three day trip. Yeah, that's hella fucking long.
Point is, I have hella shit to do to prep for it.
I have to learn about frigging Kritiks in Policy Debate.
I have to get my OPP ready (OPP is something you write then act out yourself).
And if I fail at getting my OPP ready, I have to prep for fricken Impromptu (which is you get a topic, two minutes to prep a five minute speech).
And, on top of that, I still have Honors HW to fricken do.
Even worse, my mom and I got into a row about the Internet. I'm not even supposed to be online right now...
Breaking the rules isn't gonna help the situation, but oh the fuck well.
I'm like... hella fretting about this, because like, I have to keep people fricken updated...
Yes, I must keep my imaginary audience of random spectators entertained with loosely strewn curse words here and there...
Jeez... now that I think of it, you guys can be stalkers...
Anyway, it's dark in my room, the computer's on at full blast, and basically, my eyes are gonna be fucked up for the next... the rest of my life.
Point is, I'm fugging swamped with shit to do, so I won't be updating, probabily... Unless my roommate for UOP has a laptop I can borrow...
Don't expect another update for a week to a month... after a month, I'll try to get this shit done, alright?
... Fugging UOP... I don't wanna do my HI... T_T
~Vince
Random Quote: Wow... I can't think of one tonight... My brain is like.. mush...
OH! got one!
Random Joke: A dude walked into a bar. He was all like, "OWWWWW!!!!!"
For you people that don't get it, it took me two weeks to understand it... You're not alone...
Remember! The SUCK IT in '08 campaign run by the Woody Show at Live 105. Go to live105.com for more details.
Catch y'all on the flip side.
Alright, here's the damn lowdown...
I've been swamped with hella fucking shit.
Homework, Forensics, HI, Policy, Biology, all this crap that I need to fucking do before the upcoming UOP tournament I have yet to go to.
It's fucking like... grrr...
(and yes, I'm saying f*** a whole lot more)
For those of you that don't know what the eff I'm talking about...
UOP = University of Pacific tournament
It's a tournament that I gotta go to in like.. a week. It's in Stockton, and it's a fricken three day trip. Yeah, that's hella fucking long.
Point is, I have hella shit to do to prep for it.
I have to learn about frigging Kritiks in Policy Debate.
I have to get my OPP ready (OPP is something you write then act out yourself).
And if I fail at getting my OPP ready, I have to prep for fricken Impromptu (which is you get a topic, two minutes to prep a five minute speech).
And, on top of that, I still have Honors HW to fricken do.
Even worse, my mom and I got into a row about the Internet. I'm not even supposed to be online right now...
Breaking the rules isn't gonna help the situation, but oh the fuck well.
I'm like... hella fretting about this, because like, I have to keep people fricken updated...
Yes, I must keep my imaginary audience of random spectators entertained with loosely strewn curse words here and there...
Jeez... now that I think of it, you guys can be stalkers...
Anyway, it's dark in my room, the computer's on at full blast, and basically, my eyes are gonna be fucked up for the next... the rest of my life.
Point is, I'm fugging swamped with shit to do, so I won't be updating, probabily... Unless my roommate for UOP has a laptop I can borrow...
Don't expect another update for a week to a month... after a month, I'll try to get this shit done, alright?
... Fugging UOP... I don't wanna do my HI... T_T
~Vince
Random Quote: Wow... I can't think of one tonight... My brain is like.. mush...
OH! got one!
Random Joke: A dude walked into a bar. He was all like, "OWWWWW!!!!!"
For you people that don't get it, it took me two weeks to understand it... You're not alone...
Remember! The SUCK IT in '08 campaign run by the Woody Show at Live 105. Go to live105.com for more details.
Catch y'all on the flip side.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Shoes: Why Do People Spend So Much Money On Them?
Lies make it better, lies are forever.
Anyway, today's topic is:
Shoes
Yep, shoes.
You see, as we all should know, shoes serve a practical purpose in our lives.
They defend our feet from getting destroyed by the cruel, hard ground.
Yes, it's very practical. And yet... we make such a big deal out of it.
I mean... WTF?
Point One: Quantity
Ok, quantity.
In my book, you only need one pair of shoes. That's it. Nada, nothing more, UNLESS it's for special occassions, s/a dress shoes. That's different, but if it's casual, why the EFF do you need more than one pair for this stuff?
It's CASUAL. As in, there's nothing special about it. You don't need a pair of shoes for every day of the week. That... is just sad. It's a shoe. The point of a shoe is it's practical everyday use. That should be it. No more, no less.
Point Two: Quality/Wealth
Ok, quality.
Look. A shoe is a shoe. It's a SHOE! It has a practical use. So, tell me, what's the use of buying four thousand dollar Air Jordans?
... Yeah... because it's "cool"?
Well, although I'm a loser, I'm not a loser because of my shoes. I don't get people coming up to me and dissing me because my shoes are old and black and don't have those pretty gold foil shoe laces on the end of my shoes. No. I'm a loser because I'm just weird, end of story.
But you don't need to buy a billion dollar pair of shoes to "show it off". Sure, maybe fashion would be added into the equation if your shoes FIT YOUR OUTFIT. But if it's just like.. randomness... No... just.... no.
Point Three: Fashion/Sum up
The "fashion" potential in shoes. Look... It's the dirtiest part of all your clothing. You wash your clothes, but you don't wash your shoes that often... last I checked. I haven't ever seen someone outside with a garden hose, washing their shoes. Fashion only should imply with dress shoes, or girls. Girls I can somewhat understand. That's how they're (sorry for using this term) "wired". It's just in their nature. (kinda). But fashion shouldn't really apply in shoes, because whenever I got a new pair of shoes, no one notices. Maybe it's just my personality, but I don't NOTICE when people have new shoes... I'm just like... ten weeks later I start notice. But just barely.
Points shot, points proven, make an argument against me. I dare ya. I double dare ya.
Anyway... I just don't get it. Shoes are shoes. That's all they are, that's all they'll ever be.
End of Story
Anyway, today's topic is:
Shoes
Yep, shoes.
You see, as we all should know, shoes serve a practical purpose in our lives.
They defend our feet from getting destroyed by the cruel, hard ground.
Yes, it's very practical. And yet... we make such a big deal out of it.
I mean... WTF?
Point One: Quantity
Ok, quantity.
In my book, you only need one pair of shoes. That's it. Nada, nothing more, UNLESS it's for special occassions, s/a dress shoes. That's different, but if it's casual, why the EFF do you need more than one pair for this stuff?
It's CASUAL. As in, there's nothing special about it. You don't need a pair of shoes for every day of the week. That... is just sad. It's a shoe. The point of a shoe is it's practical everyday use. That should be it. No more, no less.
Point Two: Quality/Wealth
Ok, quality.
Look. A shoe is a shoe. It's a SHOE! It has a practical use. So, tell me, what's the use of buying four thousand dollar Air Jordans?
... Yeah... because it's "cool"?
Well, although I'm a loser, I'm not a loser because of my shoes. I don't get people coming up to me and dissing me because my shoes are old and black and don't have those pretty gold foil shoe laces on the end of my shoes. No. I'm a loser because I'm just weird, end of story.
But you don't need to buy a billion dollar pair of shoes to "show it off". Sure, maybe fashion would be added into the equation if your shoes FIT YOUR OUTFIT. But if it's just like.. randomness... No... just.... no.
Point Three: Fashion/Sum up
The "fashion" potential in shoes. Look... It's the dirtiest part of all your clothing. You wash your clothes, but you don't wash your shoes that often... last I checked. I haven't ever seen someone outside with a garden hose, washing their shoes. Fashion only should imply with dress shoes, or girls. Girls I can somewhat understand. That's how they're (sorry for using this term) "wired". It's just in their nature. (kinda). But fashion shouldn't really apply in shoes, because whenever I got a new pair of shoes, no one notices. Maybe it's just my personality, but I don't NOTICE when people have new shoes... I'm just like... ten weeks later I start notice. But just barely.
Points shot, points proven, make an argument against me. I dare ya. I double dare ya.
Anyway... I just don't get it. Shoes are shoes. That's all they are, that's all they'll ever be.
End of Story
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Out for Maintenance
I'm out today for maintenance.
For those of you who don't know, maintenance is when I basically clean up all my shit. Maintenance includes defragmentating my computer, clearing and updating my notebooks and flash drives (and my room), deleting stuff I don't need, etc.
Maintenance comes once a month, so get used to it.. I guess. It takes about two or three days at worst.
Just an update: In Hayward chillin'. This weekend will consist of homework, HW, and work that I have to do at home (homework).
~Vince
Next Post: Shoes: Why do people spend way too much money on them?
or
Oy... Wha'd he say? The Logic to all the Lingo that Lolls off my Lips.
For those of you who don't know, maintenance is when I basically clean up all my shit. Maintenance includes defragmentating my computer, clearing and updating my notebooks and flash drives (and my room), deleting stuff I don't need, etc.
Maintenance comes once a month, so get used to it.. I guess. It takes about two or three days at worst.
Just an update: In Hayward chillin'. This weekend will consist of homework, HW, and work that I have to do at home (homework).
~Vince
Next Post: Shoes: Why do people spend way too much money on them?
or
Oy... Wha'd he say? The Logic to all the Lingo that Lolls off my Lips.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
The Lowdown of Curse Words up in this Bitch
Hi... Errr... I'm Vincent. And... I've been curse word free for... about... four seconds. I'm glad to be here at Cursors Anonamous...
Speaking of which, I haven't touched a computer mouse in like... five minutes...
Ok, bad joke. Moving on.
Yes. The words we all know and love. The most common and most loved one is "fuck", least used and least loved is "nigger", or more commonly, "nigga".
Ok, look. I'm not doing this to fricken look cool. No. I'm doing this so I can show you my policy of curse words. This is basically to show you I'm not some upturned punk asshole who sags and spits on the ground every two seconds with the f-word inserted five times in every sentence.
No, I'm just a normal Forensics kid at JLHS. Well, more abnormal than anything, but that's another story.
Anyway, to the policy.
Ok, here's the lowdown. I only curse... when I want to... I know what you're thinking. "Well no durr.. I didn't need rocket science to figure that crap out."
Well... yeah, you didn't. No one really needs rocket science for much... except things concerning rocket science...
Sorry, bad joke again.
Anyway. Ok yeah, I only curse when I want to. Of course, there are the times when I do something completely stupid and I can't help but muttering, "shit", "fuck", "dammit", or in some rare cases, "wanker". Yes... I speak England English too.
But other than that, I'm trying to lay off the curse words. Little do people know, cursing is much like smoking, or getting addicted on Vicodin or heroin. You soon develop a psychological need for it. Soon, need transforms to habit. I remember in... fourth grade I think, swearing was literally second nature. Every fourth word was a swear word (except in the classroom). I'm LITERALLY trying to stop. F-ing habits.
Nonetheless, I still use them when I'm REALLY pissed off. Like if some asshole keeps taunting me just because I said "Oy!" once (for some it's "Oi!" but that's beside the point) I get really pissed and say, "Dude... Don't fuck with me. You'll fucking regret it. I'll humilate you so fucking bad, your mom will have to come to school to bring you a new pair of pants because you shit your old one. Stop being a dickhead, get a fucking life, and go to fucking class, you shitfaced asswiping good for nothing fucker."
By then... I somehow get away scot-free even though like.. three teachers passed me at the time... Don't ask how the hell that happened, it just did.
So don't piss me off.
Anywho... Errr... Ok the list...
The list is probabily words that I constantly use... I don't use all of them EVERY day... that's scary
"Shit", "Wanker", "Baka", "Dickhead", "Fuck", "Hell", "Retard"
That's probably about it... I only use them mostly. If you hear me use different ones... well, that's life.
Uhh.. for these blogs, I'll try to keep this thing all... "family-oriented". So basically, most of the time, you're gonna see most of them starred out. The only one I will type fully, frequently, is shit, or retard... and maybe I'll throw in a wanker every once in a while. Just as an added bonus for you happy-go-lucky customers.
See? With my policy, you get two for one deal. Nice, eh?
Err.... okay... I can't think of anything else to say. Uhh... type, rather.
So I guess that's it. Cheers.
When you get shot, whatever you do, stop, drop and roll, then hide under a table so you won't get killed.
~Vince
Next Post: Oy... Wha'd he say? The Logic to all the Lingo that Lolls off my Lip.
Speaking of which, I haven't touched a computer mouse in like... five minutes...
Ok, bad joke. Moving on.
Yes. The words we all know and love. The most common and most loved one is "fuck", least used and least loved is "nigger", or more commonly, "nigga".
Ok, look. I'm not doing this to fricken look cool. No. I'm doing this so I can show you my policy of curse words. This is basically to show you I'm not some upturned punk asshole who sags and spits on the ground every two seconds with the f-word inserted five times in every sentence.
No, I'm just a normal Forensics kid at JLHS. Well, more abnormal than anything, but that's another story.
Anyway, to the policy.
Ok, here's the lowdown. I only curse... when I want to... I know what you're thinking. "Well no durr.. I didn't need rocket science to figure that crap out."
Well... yeah, you didn't. No one really needs rocket science for much... except things concerning rocket science...
Sorry, bad joke again.
Anyway. Ok yeah, I only curse when I want to. Of course, there are the times when I do something completely stupid and I can't help but muttering, "shit", "fuck", "dammit", or in some rare cases, "wanker". Yes... I speak England English too.
But other than that, I'm trying to lay off the curse words. Little do people know, cursing is much like smoking, or getting addicted on Vicodin or heroin. You soon develop a psychological need for it. Soon, need transforms to habit. I remember in... fourth grade I think, swearing was literally second nature. Every fourth word was a swear word (except in the classroom). I'm LITERALLY trying to stop. F-ing habits.
Nonetheless, I still use them when I'm REALLY pissed off. Like if some asshole keeps taunting me just because I said "Oy!" once (for some it's "Oi!" but that's beside the point) I get really pissed and say, "Dude... Don't fuck with me. You'll fucking regret it. I'll humilate you so fucking bad, your mom will have to come to school to bring you a new pair of pants because you shit your old one. Stop being a dickhead, get a fucking life, and go to fucking class, you shitfaced asswiping good for nothing fucker."
By then... I somehow get away scot-free even though like.. three teachers passed me at the time... Don't ask how the hell that happened, it just did.
So don't piss me off.
Anywho... Errr... Ok the list...
The list is probabily words that I constantly use... I don't use all of them EVERY day... that's scary
"Shit", "Wanker", "Baka", "Dickhead", "Fuck", "Hell", "Retard"
That's probably about it... I only use them mostly. If you hear me use different ones... well, that's life.
Uhh.. for these blogs, I'll try to keep this thing all... "family-oriented". So basically, most of the time, you're gonna see most of them starred out. The only one I will type fully, frequently, is shit, or retard... and maybe I'll throw in a wanker every once in a while. Just as an added bonus for you happy-go-lucky customers.
See? With my policy, you get two for one deal. Nice, eh?
Err.... okay... I can't think of anything else to say. Uhh... type, rather.
So I guess that's it. Cheers.
When you get shot, whatever you do, stop, drop and roll, then hide under a table so you won't get killed.
~Vince
Next Post: Oy... Wha'd he say? The Logic to all the Lingo that Lolls off my Lip.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
U.C. Whatsit?
Right, so here's the lowdown.
My bro's headed off to college. Tomorrow morning is the last time I'ma see him.
So basically, I'm all like...
"So what?"
I know, cruel eh? Well. This is how it is. We're gonna part seperate ways. That's how life rolls. He ain't gonna be there forever to look over my ass, and vise-versa.
So this brings up a good point. Some of you might think that I should be more... err... "Caring" towards my brother. Well... I'm not. Sure, we live with each other, we acknowledge each other's existance, and hell, we even love each other (no homo, dude). But don't expect me to effing cry over him leaving to college.
I mean, it's like breaking up with someone. If you've legit. broken up, don't be all f***ing mopey all day and night. We all got lives to live. We can't dwell on the fact that one person is gone in our life. Maybe he/she's gone forever, maybe only temporary. Nonetheless, YOU GOT YOUR OWN DAMN LIFE TO LIVE. If you become all emo and depressed, you'll still be living life, but a sure screwed up life.
What's the point of life if you don't live it to the fullest? What's the point of life if you don't do anything?
There is none. Correct. You get an A+.
Sure, I'm gonna miss him and all. I mean, without him around the house, the place is more than empty. I'll basically be treated like an only child. Yes, that sucks, yes, that rules, whatever. I ain't gonna weigh those pros and cons.
But what I'm NOT gonna do is get all pissy, or sad, or emo, or depressed over his being gone. He's gone, he's gone. Wah. Nothin' I can, or should for that matter, do about it. HE is going to be going out there to pursue his education. HE is going to grow up to do whatever he's gonna do. HE is the one that's moving on in life.
Sure. I moved on. I'm in high school now, but it's not much of a jump from middle school to high school. From high school to college, it's a big ass difference. I'm going two steps forward, one step back. He's going ten steps forward, and he'll keep on going until he decides his fate with a choice. What that choice is, or what choice he's going to pick, I have no idea. But when he faces it, he'll know...
Anyway, what I'm saying here, is don't be a crybaby over some dude or dudette. You break up, well, guess what? It didn't work out. Maybe it will later, maybe you'll find someone else. Point is, don't be a complete loser when shit happens.
That brings up another good point. My motto, or my current one at least.
"Shit happens. All we can do is be ready for it. And after it comes, clean up the wreckage as best as possible."
My other motto... >_> I ripped this outta a book, but it's a great quote.
"The secret to happiness in life: Low expectations."
I usually abide by one, the other, or both. Whatever. But for now, I'm only gonna reference the first one...
Remember, shit happens. Some shit we can actually try to avoid (and succeed at some points), but other shit just comes at us randomly without us expecting it.
What we gotta do is be ready for anything that can happen. No, I'm not saying go out to invest in crazy shit in case aliens try to abduct you (although... that's a pretty good thing to do just in case...). But just be ready for any emotional shit you might have to go through in life. It's usually after your first hit that you'll understand how much emotional prep. you gotta have, but some of you actually might know by heart. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, contact me personally. It's much easier to talk things over than rant about them on the internet.
Anyway, most of you need to understand that, unless you're hella f***ing rich which I doubt you are, you're gonna go through some hardass shit in life. You should prepare as early as possible for all the shit you're gonna go through. I mean, I had divorced parents since I was about... two or three. I still have shit popping up in my mind saying It's your fault that they got divorced.
Okay, so what if it was?
Don't you feel bad?
No... what happened, happened. I can't do anything about it now. It's the past. I'm looking into the future.
But it's your effing fault. You're retarded. You can't do anything right.
Ok, one. How could it have been my fault if I was only fricken two at the time? Two, if I couldn't do anything right, then how am I already in high school, honors for that matter, and have a blog up and running?
Yes. After that, using logic, I don't get anymore snide comments. You gotta think about it. There is, and will always, be something in your semi-conscious that'll want to bring you down lower and lower. Soon, you'll be at the point where you wanna kill yourself because that damn a-hole in your mind keeps telling you random ass shit that... that just gets to you.
You can't let it get to you. You gotta come at him/her logically. But note, logic isn't always the best answer for EVERYTHING (esp. girls... trust me, I know from... well... I just know).
Well... I honestly can't think of anything else to say, except don't be stupid when some shit happens in your life. Suck it up, say that it's part of life, and move on. If we did that, emo's probably wouldn't exist in the world. Nor would depression.
Nothing says "I love you" better than a spiked bludgeon to the face.
~Dith reviewing an anime.
~Vince
P.S. If you want to help a kickass cause, then write a check to "Friends of Forensics". The Forensics team at Logan is in need of dire help, even though we got talent, we don't got money. You can keep it anonymous or you can put your name on it. But before you send that check to the bank, make sure that a man named Tommie Lindsey Jr. gets word that some kid named Vincent Chang in your third period Forensics class put an ad on his blog, and I gave you free money from there. Lol... Thanks a million!
P.P.S No. unless it's for a good cause, I don't use spell check on this thing. So if you see spelling errors, don't send me spam about how I didn't capitalize an "i", or spelled "mississippi" wrong. I don't need that stuff in my mail...
NEXT TOPIC (probably subject to change): The Lowdown on Curse Words up in this Bitch
My bro's headed off to college. Tomorrow morning is the last time I'ma see him.
So basically, I'm all like...
"So what?"
I know, cruel eh? Well. This is how it is. We're gonna part seperate ways. That's how life rolls. He ain't gonna be there forever to look over my ass, and vise-versa.
So this brings up a good point. Some of you might think that I should be more... err... "Caring" towards my brother. Well... I'm not. Sure, we live with each other, we acknowledge each other's existance, and hell, we even love each other (no homo, dude). But don't expect me to effing cry over him leaving to college.
I mean, it's like breaking up with someone. If you've legit. broken up, don't be all f***ing mopey all day and night. We all got lives to live. We can't dwell on the fact that one person is gone in our life. Maybe he/she's gone forever, maybe only temporary. Nonetheless, YOU GOT YOUR OWN DAMN LIFE TO LIVE. If you become all emo and depressed, you'll still be living life, but a sure screwed up life.
What's the point of life if you don't live it to the fullest? What's the point of life if you don't do anything?
There is none. Correct. You get an A+.
Sure, I'm gonna miss him and all. I mean, without him around the house, the place is more than empty. I'll basically be treated like an only child. Yes, that sucks, yes, that rules, whatever. I ain't gonna weigh those pros and cons.
But what I'm NOT gonna do is get all pissy, or sad, or emo, or depressed over his being gone. He's gone, he's gone. Wah. Nothin' I can, or should for that matter, do about it. HE is going to be going out there to pursue his education. HE is going to grow up to do whatever he's gonna do. HE is the one that's moving on in life.
Sure. I moved on. I'm in high school now, but it's not much of a jump from middle school to high school. From high school to college, it's a big ass difference. I'm going two steps forward, one step back. He's going ten steps forward, and he'll keep on going until he decides his fate with a choice. What that choice is, or what choice he's going to pick, I have no idea. But when he faces it, he'll know...
Anyway, what I'm saying here, is don't be a crybaby over some dude or dudette. You break up, well, guess what? It didn't work out. Maybe it will later, maybe you'll find someone else. Point is, don't be a complete loser when shit happens.
That brings up another good point. My motto, or my current one at least.
"Shit happens. All we can do is be ready for it. And after it comes, clean up the wreckage as best as possible."
My other motto... >_> I ripped this outta a book, but it's a great quote.
"The secret to happiness in life: Low expectations."
I usually abide by one, the other, or both. Whatever. But for now, I'm only gonna reference the first one...
Remember, shit happens. Some shit we can actually try to avoid (and succeed at some points), but other shit just comes at us randomly without us expecting it.
What we gotta do is be ready for anything that can happen. No, I'm not saying go out to invest in crazy shit in case aliens try to abduct you (although... that's a pretty good thing to do just in case...). But just be ready for any emotional shit you might have to go through in life. It's usually after your first hit that you'll understand how much emotional prep. you gotta have, but some of you actually might know by heart. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, contact me personally. It's much easier to talk things over than rant about them on the internet.
Anyway, most of you need to understand that, unless you're hella f***ing rich which I doubt you are, you're gonna go through some hardass shit in life. You should prepare as early as possible for all the shit you're gonna go through. I mean, I had divorced parents since I was about... two or three. I still have shit popping up in my mind saying It's your fault that they got divorced.
Okay, so what if it was?
Don't you feel bad?
No... what happened, happened. I can't do anything about it now. It's the past. I'm looking into the future.
But it's your effing fault. You're retarded. You can't do anything right.
Ok, one. How could it have been my fault if I was only fricken two at the time? Two, if I couldn't do anything right, then how am I already in high school, honors for that matter, and have a blog up and running?
Yes. After that, using logic, I don't get anymore snide comments. You gotta think about it. There is, and will always, be something in your semi-conscious that'll want to bring you down lower and lower. Soon, you'll be at the point where you wanna kill yourself because that damn a-hole in your mind keeps telling you random ass shit that... that just gets to you.
You can't let it get to you. You gotta come at him/her logically. But note, logic isn't always the best answer for EVERYTHING (esp. girls... trust me, I know from... well... I just know).
Well... I honestly can't think of anything else to say, except don't be stupid when some shit happens in your life. Suck it up, say that it's part of life, and move on. If we did that, emo's probably wouldn't exist in the world. Nor would depression.
Nothing says "I love you" better than a spiked bludgeon to the face.
~Dith reviewing an anime.
~Vince
P.S. If you want to help a kickass cause, then write a check to "Friends of Forensics". The Forensics team at Logan is in need of dire help, even though we got talent, we don't got money. You can keep it anonymous or you can put your name on it. But before you send that check to the bank, make sure that a man named Tommie Lindsey Jr. gets word that some kid named Vincent Chang in your third period Forensics class put an ad on his blog, and I gave you free money from there. Lol... Thanks a million!
P.P.S No. unless it's for a good cause, I don't use spell check on this thing. So if you see spelling errors, don't send me spam about how I didn't capitalize an "i", or spelled "mississippi" wrong. I don't need that stuff in my mail...
NEXT TOPIC (probably subject to change): The Lowdown on Curse Words up in this Bitch
Intro. (so to speak)
Ok, so here's the lowdown.
I'm Vince. I go to James Logan High. I do public speaking. I can speak in Mandarin, fairly limitedly. My parents are divorced, yadda yadda yadda.
Yeah, you don't care much about that stuff. So lemme get to the point.
The point of this blog is to, as the therapists say, "Express my feelings."
Well, as you can probably see, that's what I'm gonna f***ing do.
So for the next year or ten thousand, I'm gonna post hecka randomly. There might or might not be a schedule for when I'm gonna post, so keep your eyes peeled... Like a banana... Whatever...
No, there will be no pop quiz or test related to this shiz... This is just my opinion.
Speaking of which...
Disclaimer:
These posts are the opinions and thoughts of Vincent J. Chang. They were not (usually) intended to hurt you, the reader, in any way shape or form. Most to all of the names in the ongoing blog posts are those of my friends, classmates, collegues, and people that I extremely hate. Any relevance whatsoever is entirely conicidenal, and therefore, you can't sue me. If these blog posts are indeed offensive to you (even politically, I'm more of a Right-wing moderate) go ahead and send me some hate mail. I'll be sure to either mail you back, or respond to your mail in a blog. That is IF I get any mail concerning this stuff whatsoever...
So anyway. That's about it for the first post. Although this is a blog about my retarded opinion (that still has some weight), I will include random shit about my daily life, etc.
Yes, these are usually going to be my heartfelt opinions at the time of the post. Of course, my opinion is liable to change at any time, so don't eff with me.
Also, there's a whole bunch of lingo you might find in here that might be "weird." Well... live with it. I type how I speak. I'll clarify on that when the time comes.
That's about it, for now.
Love comes in two forms: True Love, and a shotgun in the face.
~ Vince
I'm Vince. I go to James Logan High. I do public speaking. I can speak in Mandarin, fairly limitedly. My parents are divorced, yadda yadda yadda.
Yeah, you don't care much about that stuff. So lemme get to the point.
The point of this blog is to, as the therapists say, "Express my feelings."
Well, as you can probably see, that's what I'm gonna f***ing do.
So for the next year or ten thousand, I'm gonna post hecka randomly. There might or might not be a schedule for when I'm gonna post, so keep your eyes peeled... Like a banana... Whatever...
No, there will be no pop quiz or test related to this shiz... This is just my opinion.
Speaking of which...
Disclaimer:
These posts are the opinions and thoughts of Vincent J. Chang. They were not (usually) intended to hurt you, the reader, in any way shape or form. Most to all of the names in the ongoing blog posts are those of my friends, classmates, collegues, and people that I extremely hate. Any relevance whatsoever is entirely conicidenal, and therefore, you can't sue me. If these blog posts are indeed offensive to you (even politically, I'm more of a Right-wing moderate) go ahead and send me some hate mail. I'll be sure to either mail you back, or respond to your mail in a blog. That is IF I get any mail concerning this stuff whatsoever...
So anyway. That's about it for the first post. Although this is a blog about my retarded opinion (that still has some weight), I will include random shit about my daily life, etc.
Yes, these are usually going to be my heartfelt opinions at the time of the post. Of course, my opinion is liable to change at any time, so don't eff with me.
Also, there's a whole bunch of lingo you might find in here that might be "weird." Well... live with it. I type how I speak. I'll clarify on that when the time comes.
That's about it, for now.
Love comes in two forms: True Love, and a shotgun in the face.
~ Vince
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