School

I find it rather odd to talk about school on a blog that deals with The Story of Life... Sorta. And due to this, I find it sad that many people dismiss their school life as a frilly playtime before they are burdened with the weight of life and to an extent, work. In this post, I will show how your school life probably altered the very being you are and I will show how your life at school will probably never leave you.
Most people generally don't discuss their time at school which doesn't make much sense to me. They believe that talking about their social rank and other such social miscellaneous' do not apply outside of the school perimeters. They may be right, but I have one question for those that believe such things. What would your friends be considered? If you answered truthfully then I ask another question. What would you consider the friends you had in school? Odds are, they are from the same group. If you are shaking your head and angrily gnashing your teeth at my stupidity, I have to again say this; the faces of your friends may change, but how they behave and dress will be the same. I don't think I have to give an example to show how this is meant to be, but regardless, I will give a brief demonstration.
Timmy here is considered a nerd, picked on by everyone and loved only by his girlfriend, friends, and family. Timmy went through high school and graduated with valedictorian statues and goes on to study at Stanford University with a full ride scholarship. Timmy graduates from Stanford with a major in science. He made friends throughout this time and later reconnects with them all since they all also graduated with majors in science. He goes to MIT to receive his masters and begins to work for Boeing on alternate fuel sources. He is then invited to a dinner. Who do you think attended this dinner? What sort of mannerisms do you think Timmy will see and expect? Do I have to continue?
You may be asking why I am writing this post. For those that are looking for a deeper meaning, there is one. My English teacher informed me that my writing skills are lacking. He recommends me to get better at it. Now I am. Comment and help the poor guy with bad writing skills.

To that one guy on the plane.

To that one guy on the plane

It’s happened to all of us, we get on that crowded plane, sit in that un-comfy seat by the window just hoping  that by some astronomical chance you will have someone who you know sit by you.

Sadly this doesn’t happen, sure there is that one person who by some miracle sits next to some random person he/she knows but that is unlikely. Instead of your friend Taylor, or Tina sitting next to you; you get that one big guy… no big deal you don’t mind its not like he is a bad person or anything, then he sits down you realize you underestimated Buh-buh’s size so in fact now because of that slight miscalculation you are squished up against the window praying for your life that, that giant hunk of tissue doesn’t fall asleep and squish you further into oblivion. Once the plane takes off you realize that even though all your limbs have fallen asleep you can last that 4 hour flight until you smell Buh-buh on accident your nose curls because of that putrid smell of a man that is sweaty and hasn’t showered in weeks, you turn your head to see if anyone else can smell that odor but to your dismiss you can’t see past Buh Buh’s belly.  Then the concession stand thing which holds the drinks comes by, you realize that despite that horrid smell you are still craving that 10 dollar sandwich when the flight attendant stops at your isle she asks BUh-buh if he wants to buy anything, of course he orders something, you let out a squeak to try and get your meal the flight attendant looks at you with sad eyes and you then order. What do you know it’s actually a good meal in a plane for once right before you take a bite you look over at Buh-buh and realize he hasn’t only eaten all his food but is sleeping; your worst fear is about to become a reality, you are about to die of suffocation by a 600 pound man.   You eat your food and let one tear roll down your cheek.  You then sacrifice the rest of you plane trip praying that by some chance Buh-buh will shrink to an average person’s size.

The question is, have you ever talked to a Buh-buh? Maybe he is about to go get surgery to fix his weight problem, maybe he/she has an eating disorder that makes them have to eat who cows to feel full. Maybe they are having a bad day already and are just hoping the seat they sit next to is empty so they don’t hurt another life. What I ask is next time you have to sit next to a Buh Buh instead of crying out in fright or running away, you should try and communicate to them even though their outward appearance mte be the farthest reaches of human figure, they are still people too; they deserve our respect and kindness and if you end up talking to one of this individuals I bet you learn something new about yourself and you learn to appreciate your life more…

I want to thank all the Buh Buhs I’ve had to sit with on planes or in other places, I wish you all a fantastic life with much happiness.

Life upside down picture

Something Worthwhile

There is a time when one must actually give out good advice to the mass. And every good public speaker and advisers all know that when that time comes. We all dread this time, a time when the most important ruler or power is trembling on the ground, a time when power seems to drain from the masses, a time when we most need to hit the toilet and crap out loads of logs. For the most part, there isn't a worse time in the history of advice then that of this time of advice. Well, there is one time worse, but that is off topic and as such will appear later on. This time fills us with fear, with the thought that the future is more hazy then what we tell the masses. For the most part, we advisers and speakers believe that what we say truly has an affect on those that listen even if they tend to zone us out or channel surf through our speeches and clever puns. We believe that our words can stop wars and peace in equal measure and that what we say is almost like the word of God, ever mysterious and almost uncrackable. We believe with a fire of a thousand suns that people actually study our speeches and recall what we say. We even believe that our speeches and words mean so much to other people that they are referenced just as much as Star Trek and Star Wars, even Napoleon Dynamite. Since this time in history is the most corrosive in the time of man, we speakers and advisers have made up a clever tool that looks like a piece of advise but it isn't. This same warhorse has been with man when they destroyed Troy, slayed dragons, and even when one sits on the toilet and seems unable to move his bowels no matter how hard he tries. This advise is considered the most successful non-advice that has ever been given. Even with the time of creation and creator are lost in the sands of time, we speakers and advisers believe that the one to take credit for the invention is names Adam. This advise that has endured revelations, wars, and time is as follows; "Believe in yourself and you shall surely be rewarded." What the reward is has not been understood yet and is debated amongst generals, kings, and presidents alike. For the religious type, it may be heaven, or cleansing of sins or karma, for the non-religious types, it could be dreams succeed or money won. For the political types it may be being elected into office yet again despite the knowledge that they personally didn't do anything to deserve a position. For the most part, we understand that the rewarded is happiness and take great strides in striving for that goal.

The Pains of being allergic to some unknown material...

So, sitting on the Couch talking with my Gf for a bit, and after that phone call what do you know my ear starts to heat up and turn red! this has happened to me all my life so i figured its just some natural cause...but about a week ago my dad said its probly just an allergic reaction....JUST AN ALLERGIC REACTION!? what the heck my ear is just fallin off right now! haha (my dad rocks)  so now im sitting here while typing this post, and im thinking what couldve caused this to happen to me. my guesses are the following:
1: My Gf's beautiful voice (even though my ear doesnt swell up when i talk with her) haha
2: my old leather chair! (possible because i have had it for many years which is a good suspect for this odd reaction.
3: My cats hair on the chair (this isnt really a factor to exspect because i never have a reaction when I touch the cat or am near it or anything.)
   So basically  this allergic reaction is just some annoyance that continues to bug me and haunt me in my sleep! ok not in my sleep that would be kinda weird....

The Pains of being allergic to some unknown material...

So, sitting on the Couch talking with my Gf for a bit, and after that phone call what do you know my ear starts to heat up and turn red! this has happened to me all my life so i figured its just some natural cause...but about a week ago my dad said its probly just an allergic reaction....JUST AN ALLERGIC REACTION!? what the heck my ear is just fallin off right now! haha (my dad rocks)  so now im sitting here while typing this post, and im thinking what couldve caused this to happen to me. my guesses are the following:
1: My Gf's beautiful voice (even though my ear doesnt swell up when i talk with her) haha
2: my old leather chair! (possible because i have had it for many years which is a good suspect for this odd reaction.
3: My cats hair on the chair (this isnt really a factor to exspect because i never have a reaction when I touch the cat or am near it or anything.)
   So basically  this allergic reaction is just some annoyance that continues to bug me and haunt me in my sleep! ok not in my sleep that would be kinda weird....

My Allotted Time

If you believe that this is a post dealing with our time here on earth, you should just skip this post regardless on what the title of this blog is called. This is the story of my time on the computer and the restrictions that occur. Since I now take three AP classes, my allotted time on the computer is now cut down to an hour as of per instructions by my mother and father. At first, I was utterly upset, but then I realized something. For me to achieve my long time goal of making it into the Ivy League, I need to have good academic standings and at the moment, frankly, my standings are a whimsical 25% at the top of my class. I found this insulting and rather saddening. And such, I have found the value in limiting my mindless use of computer (and bandwidth) time to do more productive things... Like tennis and violin.

Picture made in my UBER BORING Comp Apps class.

My Opinion on the lack of professionalism in the work place.

My Opinion on the lack of professionalism in the work place

Many times have I went into a store, or a restaurant and have been appealed by the lack of professionalism, and services provided by the employees. Such as yesterday my dad and I went to I-hop, one of our favorite restaurants (well not really a restaurant) to get some food. We were greeted by our waitress she took us to the corner of the restaurant and sat us down and gave us our menu’s and did the normal waitress things. Later in the meal I realized that our table was lacking a bottle of ketchup for my onion rings, I mean hey no big deal right? WRONG! So me and my dad waited for the waitress to walk back over so we could give her our request; as we waited my dad finished his pancakes and was wanting some more. “Here she comes!” my dad said I looked up to see her stop to talk to another employee of sorts who had walked in and sat down. I waited boiling with frustration on how this lady was clearly not doing her job and being rude to all the people in the restaurant. Her chat continued with this man for some time as she arrived I told her how my dad 1: wanted more pancakes 2: we needed refills on our drinks, and 3: I wanted some freaking ketchup. She then grumbled and walked off, as my dad said her tip was dwindling. 4: She got my order wrong to so I had to eat the wrong food.

I don’t understand why unprofessionalism can be tolerated like that! Sure the lady could’ve been having a bad day or he cat died or something but that still isn’t a reason to treat other with no regard; she could’ve stayed home if she was going to act like that to others. I also think its a waist of my time and others if the person/'s  are being self interested and not getting their job done right!

the other contributor

so I don't know if my fellow contributor wanted me to be able to post stuff on the story of life, so I'll just assume that he does until otherwise noted. For the past year I have been whittling down my existence in this vast, yet depleted state known to the local citizens as the Golden State. So far, I have found no evidence to support this claim and, like the rest of the more intelligent and broader minded mass, I would wish that the legislation of this state would stop sticking their collective faces in their butts and start working to make this state better for the citizens and not for everyone.
Other then this little setback, I have been bored out of my mind until my fellow colleague here introduced me to a blog. From this I am to help him in his movies and also to have fun doing it. Enjoy and have a good life

First Post

Well as you see this is my first post and I figure I should just come right out and say why im doing/ starting this, The reasons allude me most of the time but the fact is 1: I love to write random long nothings and a blog is an excellent way of doing so. 2: I can write about things which are bothering me or my many petpeeves.
3: I can care less about my grammer and how sucky my writing can be at times, but heck people who read this will either think its retarted or somewhat funny and either works for me.
4: Its a good way I can put my many videos out on the vast land called the internet.
5: its a way I can waist my ever shrinking free time which i need to fix.
and 6: because I think I'll have fun doing it.

Ok so basically I will update this when i get the chance to, talk about somthing random have fun doing it hopefully entertain some random bloger with the user name ______ <-- insirt your name here.
and maybe in doing this I can learn how to write better and be more effeicent at what I do.... So please enjoy and have a great life =P