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There's a friend of mine where I meet him whenever I'm forced to. He's as bright as the Sun. By that, I mean that he's only bright when this tiny land I'm on is facing the giant burning ball of fire in the sky. When school's over, when how well you can f(x), regurgitate what you've read about neutral oxides and such doesn't matter much he isn't that bright. Whatever he says that doesn't concern what he needs to learn in school is a crock of shit. But that doesn't matter, he's doing his job as a memorising machine perfectly fine.
His hair extends from his scalp to give his head a spiky look and feel. It looks something like this:
The spikes keeps intelligent thoughts and self-realization away.
There was one time where some bad chemicals made him heat Copper(II) Oxide on a plastic spatula over a Bunsen burner. I had to smack the spatula full of the black stuff into a basin nearby. This was what the spatula looked like in his hand before he felt the urge to punch me:
Turns out some good chemicals managed to stop the bad ones from making him punch me. Instead, he decided to scoop up whatever of the powder he could with the spatula so that he could try and get some of it on my face.
Thank chance the teacher actually saw all of this happening and shouted at him. Too bad nobody really cares about teachers at this age, so I got some of the stuff near my collar.
Gary is actually as wise as an owl.
That means he's birdbrained.
That means he's stupid.
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What a complete
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I don't get it
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On September 15 2012 17:59 RolleMcKnolle wrote:I don't get it
You mean Amazombie's response?
That's a drawing of an asshole.
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all too true.
the diagrams are really what makes this.
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Sounds like your friend is Dragon Ball's Mr. Popo. If you're a young guy, still in high school, you need to take better care of yourself. You sound like one college drop out I know who I smoked weed before the morning attendance bell.
You don't want to end up like he ended up. I don't even think he really enrolled in college.
These days he's stranded on the desert island known as Arizona. He travels between the arid desert of Arizona to the arid desert of Nevada. He's a lot like a white Johnny Depp.
I don't trust him.
One day, he brought cocaine to my parents' house. This was during high school. I couldn't believe it. Our house is something like a big u. There is a courtyard in the centre.
The house is about 5,500 square feet before we converted some attic space to an aerobics room. My parents were in the living room, and I worry they could see plainly that this friend brought a substance into the courtyard.
Some of my other friends were there,. One is very conservative. He was super freaked out, like he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
To be honest, I think this guy was just trying to be cool. Like, probably he tries too hard. That's my take. I remember at a birthday party his mom was there and he actually grabbed his mom's breast. That freaked me out.
Even worse, he was playing a famous drinking game called "Edward Forty Hands". I don't know if you've heard of it. You use masking or duct tape to strap 40 oz. bottles to your hands. Then you drink them. You're not allowed to unstrap before you've consumed all the liquid.
One guy apparently was so overjoyed at completing this challenge that he slammed his hands together when he was done. They say he couldn't play piano (Jesus joke, AFAIK).
I didn't witness that event. We played Dance Dance Revolution indoors, afterward. I didn't play, of course. Still, one of the songs is with me even to this day. It is about Azerbaijan, not Constantinople. I hope you enjoyed my story. I know it's sort of disconnected, though I won't say disjointed. That's not a bad thing.
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Why is there a morning attendance bell in college?
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On September 16 2012 04:15 Roe wrote: Why is there a morning attendance bell in college?
What do you mean?
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On September 16 2012 09:18 Azera wrote:Show nested quote +On September 16 2012 04:15 Roe wrote: Why is there a morning attendance bell in college? What do you mean?
He is referring to the story posted by YokoKano.
Sounds like your friend is Dragon Ball's Mr. Popo. If you're a young guy, still in high school, you need to take better care of yourself. You sound like one college drop out I know who I smoked weed before the morning attendance bell.
You don't want to end up like he ended up. I don't even think he really enrolled in college .
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Ah, thanks. I don't even get the story of YokoKano, I don't see the relevance.
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This turned out to be the "confuse-AzeraBlog", instead of talking about lame kids in school :x
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On September 16 2012 11:28 Roe wrote: This turned out to be the "confuse-AzeraBlog", instead of talking about lame kids in school :x
Sadly
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Do you like chemistry? You seem to know your elements sir
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On September 16 2012 11:31 Azera wrote:Show nested quote +On September 16 2012 11:28 Roe wrote: This turned out to be the "confuse-AzeraBlog", instead of talking about lame kids in school :x Sadly To get back to things, I've been realizing a trend within myself similar to the kid you were talking about. In university you take in so much information it's hard to think about things in a contemplative and elaborated way. My initial reaction was to just memorize facts and spit them out, for philosophy, the one course where you sort of have to think, I was lucky there was some fact questions along with essays and I was lucky I was good at writing essays under pressure. But after 2 years I feel it's gone a bit too long. I feel like I haven't really even learned anything. I haven't connected with the ideas I payed so much to learn. In this way I shot myself in the foot, and stifled my ability to write good research papers. I can't really remember the point I was trying to get at...
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That there's a life outside of route memorization?
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On September 16 2012 17:24 Azera wrote: That there's a life outside of route memorization? That life is so unstable though, how do you get used to it and have some semblance of stability?
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