There's no doubt that Facebook has revolutionized the way people hunt down one another via the internet. To some people it's a flashback to an old classroom filled with older friends. To others a mere means of business or spread of information. And to the populous of teenagers, a way of knowing who Stacy is going out with after that huge breakup with Chad and everyone knows that there's no way they'll be getting back together, but he totally keeps texting her anyway and I'm just like, ugh.
The power of Facebook is meant to be harnessed for the betterment of mankind, but placed on the wrong monitor any keyboard can ruin a nice post.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Ode to Andrew. (little brother)
Andrew
Andrew Andrew
A 13 year old boy without a care in the world
Always one to Carpe Diem
Never to be caught tucked and curled
Pretty sure he has a friend named Liem
Andrew
Andrew Andrew
His creativity is Alpha
His thoughts Beta
His presence Gamma
He radiates. He is Andrew.
Andrew Andrew
A 13 year old boy without a care in the world
Always one to Carpe Diem
Never to be caught tucked and curled
Pretty sure he has a friend named Liem
Andrew
Andrew Andrew
His creativity is Alpha
His thoughts Beta
His presence Gamma
He radiates. He is Andrew.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Top Reasons as to Why I Hate Snow.
These are in no particular order, I hate snow in every form equally.
1.) I don't get the privelege of parking in the garage, thus when 5 inches of Snow plummit into Owensboro I'm stuck with the ice scraper. You ever had to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to go scrap it off your car? It's not fun.
2.) Everytime I step in Snow it clings to me like a sickly, stray cat. And no matter how out of the way I try to keep myself from Snow it always manages to cover my torso. Seirously, hop off me, Snow.
3.) Snow is deceiving. He appears to the normal childs eye like a soft blanket of winter wonderland fun, but we, we the intellectual know better than to be deceived by Snow's trickery. Nay. We realize that snow is only fun to play in for about ten minutes, after that your jeans are weighted with the melted remains of winter fun, your wrists unprotected by either your gloves or your sleves become stiff and frozen, and your nose, oh the bitter winds that chill your nose.
Top Reasons Why I Enjoy Snow: No school. The end.
1.) I don't get the privelege of parking in the garage, thus when 5 inches of Snow plummit into Owensboro I'm stuck with the ice scraper. You ever had to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to go scrap it off your car? It's not fun.
2.) Everytime I step in Snow it clings to me like a sickly, stray cat. And no matter how out of the way I try to keep myself from Snow it always manages to cover my torso. Seirously, hop off me, Snow.
3.) Snow is deceiving. He appears to the normal childs eye like a soft blanket of winter wonderland fun, but we, we the intellectual know better than to be deceived by Snow's trickery. Nay. We realize that snow is only fun to play in for about ten minutes, after that your jeans are weighted with the melted remains of winter fun, your wrists unprotected by either your gloves or your sleves become stiff and frozen, and your nose, oh the bitter winds that chill your nose.
Top Reasons Why I Enjoy Snow: No school. The end.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Funeral Director / Embalming Career Day
For my career day choice I visited the funeral director / ebalmer. When I first walked in I noticed a somewhat 'different' man named Bryan. He was our speaker for the day. He stood about 5'6'' wearing a lovely plaid shirt, which was complimented by his black bow tie. Honestly I only chose it as a complete laughfest, I had no idea that this awkward man's speech would change my life forever. He talked about how funerals can be a family's most difficult time, and how emotions can overrun people. One thing he mentioned in particular will never be forgotten. He said that whenever he's discussing with a family how to make the final arrangements for the funeral he's the sweetest person on Earth, but as soon as he has to mention how they're going to cover their finances he becomes a greedy, good for nothing scumbag. He also compared his work to a car dealer, because no car dealer is going to let someone get on their lot and take off with the nicest car they have for free. It just doesn't work like that. He also said that when helping a family through such a tragic time you can either make a friend for life or mess up one detail and you can make an enemy for life.
Disecting Cats.
In anatomy we're disecting our feline friends in order to further study the human body. I know what you're thinking, cut up a cat to learn about a human? The body of a cat has several similar muscles to a human. We both have triceps, biceps, obliques, and several other superficial muscles. I have a test in there next period, it involves pointing out and labeling 29 different muscles. Yay me. Through all the excitement of butchering a dead cat it's almost impossible to see any flaws, I completely agree. However the smell of those bad boys is enough to take out a small child. They reek! Well I have to go study so I'll update soon!
Rough words in context.
Scenario: you found out that your girlfriend of two years had been cheating on you for a year and eleven months. Your emotions start to rush, blood begins to boil, and thoughts establish new ideas in your head. You’re at a complete loss for words so you simply mutter the phrase; “Well that blows!” This particular phrase implies a negative appeal to whatever the subject may be. However, the word blow usually means nothing more than a strike or sudden shock. When said amongst friends it seems socially acceptable. However! Your employer did not hire you because of your dashing good looks. Nay! They most likely hired you because you presented yourself in a respectable manner. Saying “That blows!” around your boss is never a respectable idea. Knowing when and where to use certain phrases really does matter, someone could lose a job and that sure would blow!
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