You know what really grinds my gears?…
-People who try to bike or skateboard on campus, but fail miserably because they can‘t deal with the massive crowd. You should probably just walk, it’d be less of a hassle for everyone. Including yourself.
-Bikers and skateboarders in general. Sorry, I know it’s a free country. But don’t give me that look when I’m rounding the corner of a building and almost crash into you because you are going WAY too fast. I also apologize for not being able to see through walls, I’m currently working with my optometrist to get this fixed.
-Parking on campus. Enough said.
-Not being able to actually choose a drink at ANY restaurant.
“Can I have a diet Sunkist?”
“Oh, sorry. We only have diet coke. Is that ok?”
“Is monopoly money ok!?”
McDonalds has stepped it up and now has diet dr.pepper, but really, other diet drinks exist. Restaurants need to invest in them.
-Being in line behind someone at the redbox who clearly does not know how to use it. OR EVEN WORSE, being in line behind someone who wants to flip through every fucking page, or read the summery of every fucking movie. Seriously people, this machine is supposed to make things quick and easy. Come prepared with a movie you want to get, and a few backups.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Blogpost 10/22.
Queso looked out into the field, anxiously watching the cows, and awaiting their milk. It had been days since he had a nibble of cheese. The people of Cheese Town had stopped eating other. Queso was not satisfied with eating cottage cheese out of the river. He needed real cheese and was about to nom on the whole town.
Salsa man is on the hunt for Queso. He had heard about the wave of Cheesepeople eating each other, and knew that it had spread to a location near him. And it was no surprise to him when he found out that Queso was behind the movement.
The battle was moments away. Queso vs. Salsa. Toppings and condiments flew through the air. With the battle in full swing Queso made the ultimate move and reached for a jug of water. The splash of H2O sliced Salsa across the face. No one likes watery salsa.
Just as it looked like Salsa man was going down, he reaches inside him and pulls out… PICO DE GALLO. The bits and pieces fly through the air and completely miss Queso!Queso looks around and decides to take advantage of this opportunity while Salsa cuts some fresh peppers. Queso mounts a rock, expands his body, and furiously begins to spew farts at Salsa man.
Thinking to himself, Salsa man knows this attack will not last long. In the last city he fought Bleu Cheez, who used the same move and quickly lost energy. Salsa bolted towards Queso. He quickly picked up the goopy mess that was now Queso and ran threw the town. Queso had no stamina left, all he was capable of doing was producing silent but deadly farts. Though they did bother Salsa, he didn’t let it completely get to him.
Finally arriving at their destination Salsa begins to slow down. Queso tried to get away, he could see his impending doom ahead. Salsa scooped up his nemesis and threw him into the microwave. BOOM. EXPLOSION.
Salsa man is on the hunt for Queso. He had heard about the wave of Cheesepeople eating each other, and knew that it had spread to a location near him. And it was no surprise to him when he found out that Queso was behind the movement.
The battle was moments away. Queso vs. Salsa. Toppings and condiments flew through the air. With the battle in full swing Queso made the ultimate move and reached for a jug of water. The splash of H2O sliced Salsa across the face. No one likes watery salsa.
Just as it looked like Salsa man was going down, he reaches inside him and pulls out… PICO DE GALLO. The bits and pieces fly through the air and completely miss Queso!Queso looks around and decides to take advantage of this opportunity while Salsa cuts some fresh peppers. Queso mounts a rock, expands his body, and furiously begins to spew farts at Salsa man.
Thinking to himself, Salsa man knows this attack will not last long. In the last city he fought Bleu Cheez, who used the same move and quickly lost energy. Salsa bolted towards Queso. He quickly picked up the goopy mess that was now Queso and ran threw the town. Queso had no stamina left, all he was capable of doing was producing silent but deadly farts. Though they did bother Salsa, he didn’t let it completely get to him.
Finally arriving at their destination Salsa begins to slow down. Queso tried to get away, he could see his impending doom ahead. Salsa scooped up his nemesis and threw him into the microwave. BOOM. EXPLOSION.
Friday, October 15, 2010
CW Post 10-15 p.217 #5
Sorry this is late. Its my birthday weekend, and I've been "preoccupied" until now. This piece may or may not be related...
al-co-hol-ic: 1. The person that stumbles down the stairs at 3am, rolls over and stands up. Then proceeds to pull themselves together enough to stand up and announce to the world that are drunk. Thank you, we know.
2. Sloshed, inebriated, hammered, trashed, wasted, slizzard. 3. Enjoying the company, meeting new faces who will be a distant memory in a mere few hours. Regretting decisions from the night before, as your insides hurl into the toilet. 4. Somber, crying alone in the corner. Who will take me home?
al-co-hol-ic: 1. The person that stumbles down the stairs at 3am, rolls over and stands up. Then proceeds to pull themselves together enough to stand up and announce to the world that are drunk. Thank you, we know.
2. Sloshed, inebriated, hammered, trashed, wasted, slizzard. 3. Enjoying the company, meeting new faces who will be a distant memory in a mere few hours. Regretting decisions from the night before, as your insides hurl into the toilet. 4. Somber, crying alone in the corner. Who will take me home?
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