Of the misuse of words used to diss dudes

"Hey, what did you get?"
-"3."

"YOU'RE 3. That's impossible, how is the answer 3 to question 6? Redo your calculations, you must've done something wrong."
-"YOUR MOM must've done something wrong."

"Really now... you're being a pain."
-"YOUR FACE is a pain."

"Dude, can't you just shut up?"
-"...in BED."

"Ok, this is not fun anymore, just do it."
-"That's what she said."

"Dude, quit it. Study!"
- "Study MY ASS."

"This is getting disturbing."
- "Only if you want it to be."


- LATER -


"The US and the Soviet Union were the participants in the Cold War."
- "YOU'RE A COLD WAR."

"YOUR MOM'S A COLD WAR."
- "...with YOU IN BED."




...and corruption begins.



[Title: Quote from Asher Roth "Fallin"]

So I heard that you're studying...

www.weffriddles.com

Up for the dare? Have fun wasting your life.

Thanks, Lothwe, for daring me to google this when I'm trying to focus on my World Literature Essay. It's so considerate of you >:(

Subway & etc.

What's the point of blogging anyways? In the name of networking, the web has somehow coxed us all to publicly expose our supposedly private lives.

Talk about confidential information. We freak out when there's no privacy setting on our oh so many social network accounts, and here, we voluntarily write out the story of our lives thinking that it's impossible that someone could tell who we are. Ya right. From facebook to myspace, blogging to twitter, social networks have intruded our privacy and had us display more information about ourselves than a stalker could've got. At least they wouldn't know what kind of things you like to put into your 6in. Subway sandwich from a couple of photos and a creeper message to your phone. So the Privacy Statements that we all have to tick off before we agree to set up a blog could be pretty much rephrased as:

I agree to work hard and provide personal information about my daily doings
to all stalkers/ID thefts/creepers and my mom, and I do
understand that I am posting confidential details, such as the photos taken
at the party last night, under the title of 'blogging'.

What I'm trying to get at is that we're such idiots when it comes to things like this. If we knew that we're going to be posting our lives up here, why set our profiles to be seen by people from "My Networks" only? If they try hard enough, finding out all about what we like in our sandwiches won't be a difficult task at all. Don't be surprised when I order exactly what you wanted one day. It might be nice, but that's hella creepy when you realized you just mentioned it last night on your "personal space".

And it doesn't make sense either. It's your blog, but the information you put on it will instantly be public knowledge. How personal is that? If you actually want to write your heart out about something, go with the good ol' pen and paper. At least you won't see random comments about how the ingredient combination sucks in your sandwich.

I really have better things to do than to diss myself by blogging about this. Better luck next time.

Vancouver International Children's Festival

Is Free Parking that Popular?

Blog Name

I needed ideas for an Ultimate (Frisbee) team name so I asked my friend Brett.
And incidently I wanted to blog, so I might as well leech off his ideas.

Screamin' Berries it is :D

...at least it's better than Deadly Falcons, Flying Dragons, Shark Fighters, Mighty Slayers, Backyard Warriors, Shakers and Bakers, Hip Hop Bunnyz, Red Hot Oompa-Loopmas, Wild Tornadoes, The Crazy Insane Flying Monkey Space Invaders, Raged Eskimos, Frisbee Crunchers, Frisbee Slammers, Frisbee Predators and Frisbee Eaters.

Thanks, man.