Can the Strike Please End?

For those familiar with TV shows, then they must know that there has been a strike by the comedy workers. And I am asking, hoping that my prayers will be answered, that the TV companies or whoever is in charge, please come to an agreement with the writers? Because I am frankly sick of Kid Nation, Survivor China, and all the other crappy reality TV shows. Talking about reality TV shows, a good one, (I thought) was the one by Spike, called The Ultimate Fighter, because of the fighting. My mom watched it with me, to look at the guys, but I watched it for the MMA stuff. It was pretty intense fighting, especially the finale. In the finale, there was something crazy like five or six matches, with a ton of blood, elbows to noses, and tapouts from rear naked chokeholds.

Walked to 7-11 at 3:00 in the morning the other day. Was pretty mean. Nothing to do, so I was pretending I was black again, and tried to rap walking down the hill. Bought two secret Santa gifts. Axe and a gift card, then walked home. Pretty much.

This is a short blog. Simply because I don't want to put any more time in today.

Oh winterball was f'ing awesome. Rapping with Robert. Dancing With My Date. Feet Falling Off.

Readership count: 1.

So I recently found out that someone does read my blog. Which means that I can no longer talk about 10 year old chicks being hot, because I am going to get shit for doing so from my friends. Luckily for you pedophile reading, I can still talk about the hot 8 year olds. Which happen to walk by the benches I sit at on the second Thursday of every month at about 12:50 PM. I'm kidding, they actually walk by every Thursday.

So one of the big things in my life, is that I went to this hip-hop underground event, called Trip The Lights. Which was fricken awesome. But I only got to stay until 11. Then my ride came, and I had to go home. But I got to hang out with these really awesome people. I hung out with EK, Opposite, TKO, Obese Jesus in the green room. met big mox. all these awesome dudes from hiphop underground, these guys are sick. But we were there for a beat battle. Which was hosted by Kavet, this really chill dude. and so, it was hosted at rRed Elephant, which is an awesome place to hold an event. just saying. I was supposed to go up and perform 5 minutes actually, but my mom said it "wasn't part of the deal" so I had to go home.

holy crap. okay, I just watched two girls one cup. which is disturbing in its own right. don't watch that. was looking for BME Olympics on google. on the second page, there was a link to freak pics. and on it are the most disgusting vile pictures I have ever seen. I am normally someone with a fairly decent stomach for vulgar and disgusting thinks, but that absolutely topped them all. ugh. I don't know whether or not I should give the link. I will not, but holy crap, I still have a headache from how screwed up I am.

Anyways, I think I shall launch into a Brian-esque post where I talk about random shit. *pause* wait for it. Here it goes. I have a box of powerbars. Powerbars are tasty, and flavorless. An enigma, like Ray Charles. I'm not sure how this fits, but I'm running with it. After I run, I eat powerbars. Sorry, something was flashing in the background, and it was distracting me. Much like it does in real life. I have a lot of hair. On my head. And pretty much only on my head. And I am going to make this blog extra long, to spite my only reader. Ha, I can make them longer. I'm not very good at spite-ing. When I first typed that, I said spiting. Which I thought looked too much like spitting, so I decided to spell it that way. Oh, for those (three?) people actually reading, if you would like to be talked about in the third person, without me revealing your identity, because you may or probably would be ashamed if anyone knew you read this blog, leave me a message, and I can talk about you, or pretend to talk about you while actually talking about someone else. Or not. I'd rather you not, because I would like to be able to talk about porn on this blog every once in a while. So the reader who I know reads this, can you not anymore? Because then it would be awkward. Although I suppose you have guessed I watch porn, occasionally. Not really, okay maybe sometimes, every two months, every week, every day, every hour (I have no idea how), every minute.

Silence.

See what happens, when you mention PORN. For some reason, I feel obligated to mention nerds now. I was actually discussing nerds with a female friend of mine, who mentioned that she swallows. Good ole willy wonka. I felt somewhat horny. But coming back reading it, I have to start talking about something else. Umm I think every person in the universe, no america, should get high at least once. Just because I said so. Did you know that the average number of limbs a person has below 4. Well, the mean at least. The median is still 4, but the avg is lower. Just saying. I think sleep causes the brain to do stupid things. like not wear condoms? that doesn't make sense brain. I feel like a train wreck waiting to happen. i wonder if the fbi looks at people's blogs, and for certain phrases like JOHN CHO, OSAMA BIN LADEN TOLD ME THAT WE ARE BOMBING SIX FLAGS, better known as the MAGIC MOUNTAIN SUICIDE BOMBER plan. If so, hi FBI guy.

Anyways, I am tired.
Dead tired.
Like amazingly tired for a mountain hiker.
Bomber. Sleeping.
tired. absolute messes.
a chick needs her space.
always on weekends, and... always.
yawn. touche I go to bed.

School: It isn't worth it

This actually has nothing to do with the fact that school isn't worth the hassle. But I just thought I'd like to remind everybody who reads this blog of that fact.

I thought I'd update again before this, but I guess not. I actually don't have a paper due tomorrow right now, I just don't want to work on homework right now... yawn... Nothing really interesting has been going on in life. I missed a speech and debate meeting, by accident. I completely forgot, which made our coach a little angry. Oh well, shit happens.

So I've been sampling a lot of music lately. Snoop Dogg and Trick Daddy are two of my favorite artists. I think spinach dip is overrated. I'm just saying that. I'm really random right now. I dressed up as a wankster for halloween. Except no one understood that, so I was called a poser. Which was what I was going for, but in that case I should've been complemented for keeping it real. This so does not make any sense at all. Which is fine, because my readership is essentially zero. Or a root of a negative number. Which doesn't exist. Great. I'm spewing crap on the web, and people read it. How awesome is that. I'm an example of why the internet is a piece of shit. I'm important in life. My own.

This week is homecoming week. Which is cool. We get to dress up in funky clothes, and no one really complains. I think that the entire female population with a BMI under say... 30, should be able to dress as strippers. Just saying, it'd bring a lot more spirit in the school. I recently grossed out my friend's mom, by explaining how I need to take a dump. Which I didn't think was very offensive, but apparently it isn't in good taste to do that. Just like it is wrong for Dog The Bounty Hunter's son to give the National Enquirer a tape in which Dog uses the N word. Not saying its right, but its a fucking free country. Get the fuck over it. And seriously, is it that surprising that Dog could be racist? It's not like he's a preacher, saying we should end slavery. Maybe racism is a disease that only white entertainment people can get. It could be called, "Another Fucking Excuse For Rich Whiteys to Call other People Names" Disease or something. Something...

Guess what?

That's right, I have another history essay to write. This time it's about the constitution. Oh what fun it is to ride on a one horse open slay, yay.

So I have a story for you people out there. Some of you may already have heard it, but most of you not.

So I was at a Cross Country Banquet on Friday, to perform a dance. Pretty standard performance, except this time instead of being put on a stage, we are forced to dance in front of the crowd, where the food line is supposed to be. So we line up and start dancing, and I notice this guy staring at me. He was staring for a verse or two as well. Now, most of the time, when guys see me dance, they frown. It was almost creepier, because the guy was just smiling at me. That sorta freaked me out even more.

As you can tell, I'm not much of a story teller.

Anyways, I have more I can talk about, (as always). So I was watching this Youtube video, featuring Chris Crocker, a blogist of some sort. (I can't believe I'm going from talking about being scared of a possible homosexual guy to protecting one). Well the whole thing about Chris, is that he created a video, in which he is tearing up about and trying to protect Britney Spears. I had heard about it first, and thought the entire concept was pretty funny. The thing is, the dude is serious, and is seriously crying like full out. It's rather pathetic actually. I watched it in half amusement and half horror, as he slowly broke down, yelling at the camera and the press to leave Britney alone. I don't think its that funny to bag on pathetic people, (although I am guilty of this in terms of talking about the President), but it was just a sad sight to see. Speaking of Youtube videos, I recently saw a clip on Giraffe fighting, and I have to say, that is pretty funny. They use their necks to fight, and it gets pretty vicious. As vicious as you can get using only your neck to fight.

Its a pretty short post tonight, but I may update later. I actually am working pretty well on my essay at the moment, so I should contiunue the momentum.

Mike NR

Should I Make this Weekly?

Well, it's that time of the week again. I have another AP US History paper to write, which means of course, I am gonna put it off as long as possible. This time, its a particularily fun one, this time about the American Revolution. I think... I'm actually not really sure, because I'm that good at paying attention in class. But enough about school, and falling asleep in Mr. Won's class, with (extremely scary and rather... umm big boned) Dr. Hall while watching the Simpsons in American Litearuture class (which wasn't really my fault, but she is coming back again, so maybe she is checking to make sure it was a one time occasion).

*Warning* The next long paragraph is about this show called Kid Nation. If you haven't seen the show, or don't really care, I'd skip down a couple blocks from here

Tonight, I was being a good little boy, and working on my umm... well it wasn't working on homework that's for sure. But I was watching this oh-so-brilliant show called Kid Nation. And frankly, it made me a little sick to my stomach. So the entire scenario? Concept, thats the word. Well the entire concept is that 40 kids are "in charge of themselves" and well, have to fend for themselves for 40 days. Great concept, right? Except that the adults are trying to arbitrarily install a pecking order, and are basically turning it into a sort of survivor epsiode (which happens to be starting a new season in China on Thursday night), where groups perform tasks or challenges, and try to be the winning group. Except for in Kid Nation, we can't get rid of the annoying kid (whose name is Mike, of all things), by voting him off the island. However, you do have the option to leave, but unless you want to look like a total dick on NATIONAL television, you really don't have many choices, if you absolutely HATE your group mates. Actually, I don't know if anyone has seen it, but one of the 15 (maybe only 15) year olds, and maybe a 14 year olds decided to grafitti the words blue rules, on everyone's cabin. (So they are living in cabins, on wooden floors, but I still think those who are complaing are wussies) And if that was not the most immature thing they could do on NATIONAL TELEVISION (I feel like I have to write that in caps. well because I can, and if you are reading this, well, you can suffer along), then it was a close second.

Hmm other notes. I think that the yellow town council leader is pretty cute (potential to be HOT, but she is like 10), but she is a diva. Like no joke. By diva, I mean literally she is a beauty pagent queen. I know that its hard to do this and all, but seriously, they were all expecting it to be like a fun summer camp things. They were being dropped off in the middle of no where, with no adults, and they think, oh party time. It's not gonna be all fun and games, suck it up and deal with it. Speaking of which, I want to sign up for next years show. Well anyways back to Taylor. Well Taylor, is perhaps one of the LEAST suited for this entire show (which is probably why they chose her, well that and it is eye candy for the preachers and Republican senators. Actually, not the Senators, she is a female). So the whole thing about why she is all qualified to be a great leader, is that she is a beauty pagent person, thingy, whatever. Because when I think of hardy and you know willing to deal with crap in their life, I think of Beauty Pagent winners. And then she had the most, unkid like answers for the questions about how she would change the world, actually it was something what it seems like a (South Carolina maybe?) teen pagent contestant would be saying about changing the world.

Someting strangely ironic about the entire event, was that there was this whole big thing about how the grownups are ruining the world, and bad leadership, and they are being led, by (Mike) perhaps, the most similar thing to George Bush that they could find. Well, they couldn't find a kid stupider than ole Bushy to be on the show, well maybe those even those kids weren't stupid enough to sign up for this. Coincidentally, I would like to sign up for this, because you could make like 20,000 dollars if you work hard. I'm all ears now. (That's the Chinese in me speaking). Well, I think that its pretty awesome that this indian kid(teen?, pre-teen?) is one of the group leaders. But of course, his group is beaten by whitey. And funnily enough, the Asian leader is in charge of the merchant groups, and stores. That, and I think the other Asian on the show, is helping out with the cooking. Who says sterotypes don't exsist. I think this enough for a while tonight about Kid Nation. Maybe I'll talk more some other time about it. I think I barely covered half of my thoughts, but that's fine. I can always write about it somemore now. That AP US History will just write itself now won't it. Wait. What's this I hear? You don't want to hear anymore about it? Okay then, I guess that's enough for now. Maybe someother time.

God that made me feel so old, just TYPING that. Or so hacky. Or so corny. One of those things. Anyways, I think there are other things I can talk about.

Let me check real quick if I can talk about Ultimate Victory yet. Yes I can, the album finally was released, officially, yesterday. (I totally did not get an illegal copy. Promise) Or maybe when I finally post this, two days ago. Anyways, I'd like to think that I caught on to Chamillionaire a touch before he became very popular. At least, before Ridin' became such a mainsteam hit. Well his album, Ultimate Victory, is perhaps one of my favorite albums of all time, with the others with classics (in my mind at least) The Sound of Revenge, The Emcee's Properganda, The Real Slim Shady LP, and The Marshall Mathers LP. My favorite artist is Chamillionaire right now, with Eminem a second. To the album for real this time. Chamillionaire's albums is even better than Sound of Revenge which is saying something. The beats are all real good, but what makes it better is Chamillioanire's flow. He sounds real dope, and raps about real things. A lot of people say hip hop is dead. And to tell the truth they are mostly right. For those who are wondering why, think about it. Actually, just look at Hurricane Chris. And if that doesn't convince you, try listening to any of the former Mouseketeers pop artists songs, (exception: Christina) and try telling me with a straight face that they music is good music. Quick break from the album (because I was so on topic before hand). What is going on in Britney Spear's head? Has she gone completely loco? Or is she just tired of the spotlight. Because she is falling apart like the situation in Iraq. And speaking of Britney. Someone wants to kill Kevin Federline. And seriously, if you are gonna kill a pop star, do it to someone who you know, actually matters and sucks. Like that is the least famous person you could possibly threaten to shoot, with the exception of a reality show star. Because if you try to kill someone like that, well, you probably have more pressing problems, that those with tv show people. ish. Back to Ultimate Victory, my favorite track currently is Industry Groupie, and the single Hip Hop Police, is a single that seriously deserves a listen. What's even better is the video, which is my favorite music video... that doesn't involve half-naked women. I hear the groans of my female friends already. Get over it. Seriously. Umm... yeah, if you have read this far. I feel sorry for you. But I have a present for you. I am, doing an open mic, on October 7, sometime between 10 and 3, at the grounds of the state capital.

Podcasts and Comedy

For those who have no idea who I am, I am an aspiring comedian. I don't think anyone reads this blog which is fine, because I only need somewhere to vent. Lets see, I listen regularly to two podcasts, Behind the Bricks, (www.behindthebricks.com) and Standup Orlando (www.standuporlando.com). Starting to listen to one more This ain't Iowa (notiowa.com).

I am a comedy fan as well. I like Demetri Martin, Christopher Titus, and Mitch Hedberg, among others. I stay up late, often watching comedy central, which does not sit well with my parents, or my teacher's whose homework assignments i dont do I watch too much Nartuo, and too little House.

I have a lot of thoughts that no one really cares about. I tend to have a lot of self depricating humour, yet my ego is huge. I am pretty cocky. But I can be respectful of anyone. I tend to be friendly at first with women, and mark my territory when with other guys. I'm not alpha male, but I don't follow blindly. I am pretty narcisstic, and obsess over myself in the mirror. I don't make faces in the mirror, but I examine zits closely.

I shower second if I have a roomate. I shower if I'm meeting females, but not if its guys only. I have many opinions, but I don't like sharing them with more than a few people. I gossip like a female. I lean like a cholo. I am the definition of a fuckup. I am a degenerate, asian gangster, who can talk intelligently.

So This is a Blog

Homework is a really crappy thing to be do. It isn't particularly fun, nor for the most part, ever very useful later on in life. I have problems, just like every other teenager. Except no relationship problems, because I'm bad at relationships, except that is a story for another day.

Life is too short to be spent wasting away writting a menial analysis of historical events, which events are although important are often not very interesting. This time spent on essays (to be trashed within a week), could be better off doing other fun thngs. Because when one has to analyze historical events, they are often forced to stretch perhaps a paragraph's worth of real and useful information and insights, into a three page mammoth of an essay. Writing essays seems to be more of a exercise in bullshitting, than being clear and concise, which is (strangely) what we are encouraged to do later on in life. Unless you are a lawyer of course, but then again, lawyers do many weird and strange things.