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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Back from Las Vegas

So my friends,(my real ones) brought me along with them to go to Las Vegas. So a free trip to Las Vegas? Who can turn that down? I won't. Since I am cool, I will tell my story from the end to the beginning.

Right before I left from Las Vegas we went to some shark aquarium, I forget what it was called, but there were like 800 signs about it. Aquariums are boring, but I saw so many signs I thought it HAD to be cool. It was not. Fishes are retarded and boring, I did however touch a stingray. Did you know that they cut off their stingers? Or Rayers? whatever. The only fun part was following around this french mom and dad. I love talking french, but I did not have the balls to go up to these people and go talk to them in french, because I did not want to ruin their trip. I wouldn't want a 19 hipster walking up to them and start talking to me.

They were zooming through the aquarium like it was nothing, I was at least trying to look at wtf the fishes were doing. They even gave us this retarded remote control to tell us what the fishes do and what not. Spoilers: they eat and swim. But these two french people were practically running through the aquarium.

Onto the funny part; I followed them into a darkish room. It was like a huge old 1800's ship that crashed and there was glass everywhere so you could see the fishes and the sharks. I looked back at my friends because they were doddling and I lost track of the french woman. I saw her standing next to the glass taking pictures of the sharks. I stood next to her, quietly, pretending as if she were my french mother and what my life would be if I was born in france.

We shared the deepest connection I've ever felt with someone. Two francophones standing next to each other admiring the beauty of sharks. I felt her french presence, and I'm sure she smelled mine. I was pretty much thinking in french. Let me tell you, it was amazing. This however was at the end of the aquarium. I parted ways from her and went to the gift shop with my friends.

Then, to my EXTREME horror, I saw the french woman and her child standing there in the gift shop. We had to take an elevator to get to the gift shop, so there was no way she could've passed us. So, I just shared this incredibly deep francophone connection with some stranger. While I was experiencing the zen of the universe she was probably petrified with fear. I felt like a retard, and rightly so. After that I left. The image of me standing next to this strange woman, who probably thought I was gonna mug her, is going to stay with me for the rest of my life.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Slower day

I mainly "chilled" today. I talked to some of my friends and shit and the bought me a ticket to "The Rev" or w/e so I can go to vegas with them. It's a coma waking up present. So if you want free shit, go get hit by cars and hope you get put into a coma.

I like to sit in restaurants and stare out the window. I like to stay in there for quite a while. Very café minded of me. So I was driving around town looking for a small place to eat and stare outside at people. I drove by this place "China Wok Inn" I liked the name, I thought it was hilar, and so I went in. Apparently there is a high-school nearby and they all go in there, so they have a cheaper special for them. I got this special it was like $3 bux no tax and $1 for a can of Dr.Pepper. This place was pretty ghetto and the food wasn't that good, but for $4, who can go wrong? They have like really shitty speakers attached to 1 corner of their restaurant. I don't know why there isn't more, but I didn't bother to ask any questions. I didn't really hear the music because it was turned down really low. But then this really loud song came on the speaker, and it was right behind me so I didn't notice it. I turned around using my elbow as a pivot point. The tables were super shitty, so when I did this (I was sitting at the far edge) the whole table fell down. I literally flipped the table over by turning around on my elbow with the table.

The asian lady just stared at me like I was a retard, and asked me how I flipped it. I was pretty embarrassed and I said "it flipped itself." I doubt she believed me, but she wasn't really paying attention as she was on a laptop cleverly hidden by the cash register.

Regarding Les Misérables the play I'm going to see I am supposed to go to a preview tomorrow. However, I will not be here as I will be ordering strippers and trying to play some poker. I know most of the people in the play, how sad. I'm pretty angry the play looks like total shit. Everyone keeps telling me "omg the play is so gude you have to watch it srsly." These retards have obviously never read a book in their life, because I doubt a community college level play of a 19th century epic will be any good. Apparently they've cut out swathes of the material becuase they're all too stupid to memorize lines. I've seen a few of the dramafags reading the abridged version. I came up to one and said, "Oh cool what book is this." I was faking sincerity since I just wanted to troll this faggot. He explained to me "OMG THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER IT'S A 19TH CENTURY FRENCH EPIC ABOUT THIS PRIEST WHO GIVES AWAY FREE STUFF." He said he's been reading it a week, he is not past the first chapter. I replied to him "Why would you read an abridged version of an epic? Do you realize how retarded this is." He then explained to me that the word "retard" was extremely offensive as his brother was retarded. I told him "Maybe he's not the retarded one." I left, and I hope he cried.

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Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Les français habitont en Californie

If you couldn't tell from my title I met a french lady today. Well, I didn't *meet* her I just talked to her. French people are all rude, so they don't like to talk to me. However, I can usually hold their attention for 5-10 minutes when I talk to them in french. This lady was the nicest french lady I have ever met and she is the 2nd french lady I have met. The first one I met ran away from me before I could speak french to her. Which is why I strictly speak to them in French. Clearly my 9'12" stature scared her away. I don't remember her first name, but her last name was like McAbbie or something. I remember this, because when I asked her name I thought it was funny name for a french person. Turns out she is married, and her maiden name is JeanJean. She hesitated before telling me, because of how hilar it is. People around me laughed at her maiden name.

So I was talking to my Friend Isais today. We go to school together, he's a super emo kid, and in drama. What a shocker. So apparently my school is doing Les Misérables. I think I'm gonna go see it. I read the book, and I've always wanted to see the musical. However, it is not the musical and only a play. What a load of bullcrap. A guy, who I barely know, is playing Javert. He is black. I find this absolutely hilarious because black people are known for being on the wrong side of the law, but while I do not know him very much, he is very nice and cordial person. But still, black? Could they not have found a better actor? Everyone else must be shit. What kind of black man obeys the law 100%? This is like casting a jew as Valjean, because jews do not give out money left and right.

I like to sit in café's and listen to people's conversations. I overheard a women talking to a man about how "caging animals is inhumane and bad." I think this argument is ridiculous because animals are inhuman. She said something like "You don't see lions capturing zebras and forcefeeding them hormones and shit." I told her "There aren't 5 billion lions, you're logic is flawed." I was to the right of her, you see. She glared at me like I had just kicked a baby, or made fun of a retard. She got up and sat down farther away from me. What a bitch. I just listened to my music for a while and then I left, cafés are for hipsters anyways. The music I was listening though is Blind Pilot. I really like their album because they are indie like me.

I also found this hilaroius blog, you can find it here
So for the 6 people that read my blog, and I know them, you can read his blog. He is my best e-friend and troll buddy. I play DFO with him, and he sucks at chess, but I forgive him for that.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

My Adventure.

I like to look on the positive side of life, because well, I'm a baller.

Today I was bored, couldn't find a job, living at a friends house missing my babe. I call up one of my friends, Kristina, and ask her what she's doing. She says nothing much and I ask if she wants to go out to eat. She says sure and she'll come pick me up. Knowing that she is a vegetarian, I say take me to McDonalds, and I'll buy her some shit as well off the dollar menu. She won't order anything at McDonalds, because she won't eat anything there as it is not "vege friendly"; whatever that means.

So we're driving back to my house and I point out this really baller Korean restaurant that I've taken Natalie to a couple of times. I point and say "Look that's the best Korean restaurant in the world" she says "Kyle! I'm driving!" Not to be told off by a girl I say "Jesus Christ! Just frickin' look!" She, being a dumb woman, scans for about 5 seconds, and nearly crashes into a car in front of us. Rofl. I thought Africa was bad.

So I farted around for a while, my dad decided to hire me part time for his photography business so I just make frames now. I'm getting pretty good at making them, so that's a plus. So after I made about 15 or so frames I went home. I stopped by my favorite Hawaiian restaurant. There was some hobo staring at nothing on a bench. I was 100% sure that he was going to ask me for some change. I walk by him and he starts talking. I turn back, and he's talking to no one in his ching chong gibberish. I thought the weird people experiences were over for today. But some guy came in the Hawaiian restaurant and was being a retarded.

Retard: "How much does 1 chicken cost?"
Employee: "Like a meal?"
Retard: "No just the chicken"
Employee: "Uh.. you can get like a 2 piece chicken meal for.."
Retard: "How much does 2 chicken cost?"
Employee: "You get a meal with 2 chickens"
Retard: "No I don't want that, just chicken. How big are they."
Employee: "Um.. it'll be $2.50"
Retard: "What about 1 chicken?"
Employee: "What?"
Retard: "Just 1 chicken it's for the kid. Oh how big is 1 chicken I order it all the time." (Talking to the chef)
Chef who always stares at me funny: "..."

I had to leave it was too painful.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Social Revolution

So I've lost my IRC network (to a woman) she stole it while I was in a coma. How clever of her, she knows she can't beat me in anything, so she steals shit from me when I'm asleep and can't wake up.

I am in favor of a "lassez faire" network. Where people are generally not moderated, because I believe in the general good of all people.
However, a women, who believes the opposite censors words, kicks, and bans people from the network who try to complain about how things are being handled. Then, she claims to be an American. How she does this, I cannot say. Clearly, she has lost it.

For all those cool kids in the channel; Xife, Zhek, Kips, Turbn(thanks for letting me use your sc2 account) and Agricola. Most of all Agricola. I sincerely wish you "ROW ROW FIGHT DA POWA" on this one because it's so retarded it's drole.

First blog post

This is my new, awesome blog. 

I'm making this blog, because Agricola, my best e-friend and troll buddy, made one. He says I can make money on this, so that'd be an added bonus. I'm not sure what I'm going to blog about, and the verb blogging sounds gay, but I'll find something.

I've watched that movie Julie & Julia where she cooks shit and blogs about it and makes a movie. That's just ridiculous, because women are supposed to cook and talk about it. Why should they get a movie deal out of it? and even a book deal? Ludicrous!