So today I had my first near-death feeling. As I was sitting in English class today watching a dvd of the '04 Red Sox World Series win when all of a sudden I started to breathe very heavily. I thought nothing of it because I am a smoker and I just assumed that it had something to do with the amount of smoking I did this weekend... then all of a sudden it felt as though someone lodged a soft ball in the right side of my throat. This was when I knew this had nothing to do with smoking. Turns out I had a muscle spasm in the front of my throat. It was the scariest thing I have ever experienced.
crumpets and tea at the math paarty, i need to remember that.
The one thing I have noticed since I came to school is that there is no one on Earth or any martian planet who dislikes easy mac. If you claim to know such person you are a liar because I tell you no such human exists. I mean what is not to love about it? Its he perfect porportion for one person. There is one down fall to the alimighty easy mac and that is if you put it in the microwave for too long, like I just did, then the mac n' cheese becomes FLAMING hot and if you drop a noodle on your hand it will burn the fuck out of you, much like what just happened to me. Like how in the fuck is it possible to burn yourself with a damn peice of 2 for one pasta?!
I want to learn how to play the digery doo. Its a wind instrument used by native Northern Australians. There is an entire myth behind it that I can't remember right now, but its sad quality.
Well that was my day/night and all the thoughts I had through out this superb evening.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Wezzy Fest Goes Festivus.
As I sit here on my bed close to my open window all I can do is ponder what this weekend meant to me. It started out as weekend as any other and then Steph decided to come down for a visit. Not only did Steph come down, but it was also Lil Wayne's birthday and Sunday marked the second year in a row I would try to go to College Fest in Boston. I was I chillin on the porch with my girls I discovered that this weeked was full of said Fests. I proclaimed this weekend as Festivus. As soon as I said it I made a sick connection between this very weekend and my father's favorite show Seinfeld.
Eager to know more about Festivus and in some strange way get closer to my father I decided to wiki this entire Festivus tradition. The original festivus was established to mark the date of the writer of Seinfeld's parent's first date. It took place in February of 1966, at a restaurant I imagine, somewhere in Soho, a little Italian bistro. (I am making this part up wikipedia doesn't cover the night this fabulous tradition came to be so I am fabricating little peices for you so in some way you can see it the way I do) For some odd reason I imagine them eating yellow jello as a dessert, I'm not quite sure why I feel this way, but its just how I see the picture giong down. Anyways, back to the heart of the matter. Despite the fact that it happened in February the holiday is now celebrated on the 23 of December.
It originally aired on December 18, 1997 in a lively episode that realy brought to life the entire tradtion. Some of the activities or traditions as they might be held consist of the airing of grievences, where everyone sits around and tells their loved ones how much they have disappointed them in the past year. I find it odd that this would be the kind of activity or maybe even sport they would want to take part in in order to commorate their first date, but maybe that how they do it. The second tradition of the bizzare holiday that is Festivus is after the Festivus Feast they take part in "feats of strength" where one strong man decided to wrestle the head of the household to the ground. Only until the head of the household is tackled to the ground is the holiday over. There is also heavy involvement of an aluminum pole according to my father, but wiki doesn't make mention of any of this gargin.
Overall I am pleased with how my weekend was celebrated. It was the perfect ending to a shitty week. The only thing is, is that now that I find myself sitting on my bed at 5:40 on a Sunday night completely exhausted from this weekend's activities I'm not sure how I will ever be able to motivate myself to do what needs to be done for what it sure to be an equally shitty week ahead of me.
Eager to know more about Festivus and in some strange way get closer to my father I decided to wiki this entire Festivus tradition. The original festivus was established to mark the date of the writer of Seinfeld's parent's first date. It took place in February of 1966, at a restaurant I imagine, somewhere in Soho, a little Italian bistro. (I am making this part up wikipedia doesn't cover the night this fabulous tradition came to be so I am fabricating little peices for you so in some way you can see it the way I do) For some odd reason I imagine them eating yellow jello as a dessert, I'm not quite sure why I feel this way, but its just how I see the picture giong down. Anyways, back to the heart of the matter. Despite the fact that it happened in February the holiday is now celebrated on the 23 of December.
It originally aired on December 18, 1997 in a lively episode that realy brought to life the entire tradtion. Some of the activities or traditions as they might be held consist of the airing of grievences, where everyone sits around and tells their loved ones how much they have disappointed them in the past year. I find it odd that this would be the kind of activity or maybe even sport they would want to take part in in order to commorate their first date, but maybe that how they do it. The second tradition of the bizzare holiday that is Festivus is after the Festivus Feast they take part in "feats of strength" where one strong man decided to wrestle the head of the household to the ground. Only until the head of the household is tackled to the ground is the holiday over. There is also heavy involvement of an aluminum pole according to my father, but wiki doesn't make mention of any of this gargin.
Overall I am pleased with how my weekend was celebrated. It was the perfect ending to a shitty week. The only thing is, is that now that I find myself sitting on my bed at 5:40 on a Sunday night completely exhausted from this weekend's activities I'm not sure how I will ever be able to motivate myself to do what needs to be done for what it sure to be an equally shitty week ahead of me.
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