Writer's Strike: 3 Months Later

Wait a minute, didn't the writer's strike start sometime in November? And isn't it now mid-January? WHy is it still going on???! Come on Big companies! YOu need it the most (NBC)!


I WANT MY SHOWS BACK!!!!!!

A Gist of Fullfilling a Stereotype

It's funny, there are some people you just know live as though they were sent by "God" or a Polytheistic Deity of some sort, in order to fill a stereotype. Maybe not exactly in "real" life, but definitely in high school (a.k.a. a mental institution for Ass Holes). Sure, you as a student are given the basics; jocks, preps, punks, hippies and the ever-so-popular nerds. And then you are given the chance to decide which to be;

• a drunken date raper who on the side kicks ass at a sport (usually football)
• a plastic barbie doll who only shops at Hollister, Abercrombie & Fitch and if they're really classy then J. Crew, Oh and did I forget? They are the ones who are being date raped by the jocks then brag about "losing" their virginity the Monday after. Pshh, they didn't lose it, someone frickin stole it from it.
• a punk who smothers ourslef with black, red or pink (f you're really cool) and never actually make eye contact with people which is considerably better than being drunk off of "vodka" and "Gin".
• a HIPPIE! who seems all nonchalant and chill with a multi-colored tie-dye shirt and Birkenstock Sandals with The Beatles mixed with Sublime playing in the background, oh and don't forget that "incense". Which is cool, but almost as bad as the jocks because after they get high they go about their lives thinking pot is great for you and is a universal cure for all the troubles in the world; which we all know isn't true.
• NERDS! The best one on my list (truly the best one), and you know why? Because they have a sense of pride; they know when to work hard and when they do, they create masterpeices, well most of the time. They are the only ones I can say fo sho that don't actually inject into their bodies some sort of toxic substance; they inject knowledge!
  But wait there's more!
  And I'm not lying, because of my favorite type of school system (again not lying), public schools don't mess around when it comes to "clicks". There are three more!
• (1) Emo/Scene- slit your wrists because of made-up depression and over-dramatized dilemmas plus they, most of the time, listen to Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Coheed and Cambria, All Time Low, or AFI (basically screaming about random imaginary troubles of some sort).
• (2) The Artsy Fartsy kids who I just recently learned do Crack (straight up!). So evidently they do most of their art projects while high. kinda weird.
• (3) MY ALL TIME MOST FAVuORITE (thanks monkeys who had to make a cd spelling weird) the people who actually know themselves the most; the people who are individuals. It's like fashion, you take a little bit from Prada, a little from Oscar de la Renta, maybe some Target (isaac) and maybe even from Gap and mix it all together to make a masterpiece!

GOTTYA!

It's unbelievable how much knowledge we go through a day, but we never seem to use it all. I want to know it EVERYTHING there is to know in the world but it seems almost impossible. Some people believe that if you read more then you will learn nearly satisfy yourself, and I do agree but to some extend. First, how do we know if the source isn't subjective (if you want just plain old facts)? Second, what if you were read to? HAH! GOttya! And lastly, what if we weren't meant for all the knowledge in the World? I mean we can't possible fit it all into four lobes.

I wish that our lives were like this, some days. It would be lovely to know where we are going in life, college, would be a lot easier. Everything about it really, even high school before it. But, I wouln't want to know how I will die. It would be like that movie "Big Fish" where all the little kids go to that witch's house to look in her eye that tells the future, but that one kid regrets it. i mean it's all pride, especially for little boys.

Here You Go, World

As one could probably infer, I have mixed my pros with my photography hoping that more will join in on the ivy ribbon fun! that is fun! F-U-N!

so here you go, world, take my photos inside your minds and let your thoughts analyze them, I don't mind stains.