hello.
last day of work, yay. work is pretty quiet. i read 1984 by orwell yesterday. that is a quality book. one of the themes was perception of reality and stuff, which i have always thought about. like, 2+2 = 4, right? but what if everyone else thought that 2+2 = 5? but you know 2+2 = 4. but we only think 2+2=4 because of the logic and properties we currently have of nature and the world. if everyone else held different logic and thought 2+2=5, and you still have the 2+2=4 logic, you are a lunatic. so are you right because you are using what you think is proper logic to analyze various aspects of nature? or are you wrong because everyone but you uses a different thought process to figure out what 2+2 is? anyways, i dont wanna get too deep into this, because i gotta go to work, but i think its cool to think about. this isnt even the main theme of the book, though.
oh yes, happy valentimes day, haha. feb 14 hasnt meant anything to me since we gave each other rescue rangers valentines in 3rd grade. well, since its valentines day, ill reccommend a quality love themed song for you all to listen to: zwan - friends as lovers (with paz on violin, yay). its not on the album though, so you can either download it from the live zwan section of www.zwan.com or just do a "get file" from me on aim....who am i kidding, im just looking for another excuse to talk about zwan in my blog, hahah.
ok laters.
posted by mcpheeny 4:17 PM
hello.
well, i start night shifts now, yay. no more getting only 4-5 hours of sleep. my parents are goin to thailand for 3 weeks. b reminded me that now i have to make my own food. dammit. flashback to college when dinner alternated between spaghetti, and rice and salmon. hahahah. plus quality spaghetti carbinera and roasted asparagus from stroke. anyways, it probably wont be bad on days off, but it will suck on my work days, since i spend like 2 hours at home on work days. oh yeah, my mom and dad told me to buy lots of freezer meals and soup because of terrorism. hahah, i dont need another reason to buy freezer meals.
oh yeah, thanks to stroke for telling me about www.bartleby.com. i read all of invisible man by hg wells last night. it took a few hours since i read fast. its aight. so now i've read two books named "invisible man" (other one read in sophomore yr english). in one, he was black, in the other, he was really invisible. and in both books, it sucks to be them.
ok laters.
posted by mcpheeny 1:47 PM
ok, i finished my fake article, yay. i hope you guys like it. oh yeah, i have another new blog below this one if you haven't seen it yet. ok here it is:
(I put underscores in some peoples names so they cant get to my blog by google or something)
The following article contains fictional elements, but is based on actual events, ideology and people:
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Stork: Chicago's Newest Playa
A look into Chicago's newest young talent.
It’s a typical Friday night in Chicago. As you walk into the bar, you can’t help but notice the large group of girls gathered around him, hanging onto his every word. You can’t blame them, can you? Although he can feel all of the adoring female eyes on his chiseled 6-foot frame, he can also feel the envy and wrath from the gentlemen in the room. The music is so loud, he feels it deep in his rippled chest, although it could be mistaken for the pounding of his heart, as he mulls over his options. You would think all of this would rattle Chris Sorcic, 22, originally from Princeton, Illinois. But no, he is a pro at this, he’s done this countless times. A commodities trader by day, he is a playa by night. Many consider him to be one of the most talented playas to burst onto the Chicago scene. “He’s good, but he’s raw,” explained playa evaluator Piya Poongbunk_r. “Once he puts it all together, get a few more under his belt, he’ll be almost unstoppable.”
Raised in the farmlands of Princeton, no one expected Sorcic to blossom into the playa that he is today. But after a rather nondescript upbringing, “Stork”, as he is widely known, received notice at the helm of a detassling company at the start of his college career. “You couldn’t believe how many of the 15 and 16 year old girls wanted a piece of that Stork ass,” gushed longtime friend, Aaron Faber . “This is when I knew that he had what it takes to be a playa in the big leagues. He has all of the physical tools.”
But Stork resisted temptation to commit statutory rape with his underlings and turned his attention to sharpening his teeth on college girls at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Often criticized by roommates Chris Salaveri_ and Piya Poongbunk_r for not making use of his god-given physical ability, Stork set out to prove them wrong. He always heard the criticisms in his head when trying to close the deal back then ("White and tall, and you can’t finish."). It was a difficult period for him. Many criticized his lack of aggression and killer instinct. “Brah got MAD talents, fo’ shizzle,” exclaimed college buddy Joe Chen. “Dude should be schtraight bustin’ hos by the bizzle lizzle fo’ shizzle, my dizzle.”
“White and tall, and you can’t finish.”
This statement plagued him for a long time, and eventually drove him to depression. It was the worst period of his life.
“One time we were playing football, and dude just got straight JACKED trying to tackle this kid,” laughed friend Dennis Wu. “I mean, he just fuckin’ TRUCKED Stork. It was hilarious.”
The Stork of old would not have let anyone, let alone a shorter asian kid run him over before getting depressed. Eventually, he turned to the bottle, often times taking shots alone in his room.
“I’d be IMing A or Chras, and I’d ask ‘Whats Stork up to?’, and they would always say ‘Drinking in his room’,” explained friend Parnit Lansir_. “Then I was always like ‘Oh, Stork…SHOCKER!’.”
But something sparked inside of him during this time. He discovered the key to his success: alcohol. “I’d been drinking by myself for a long time, but one day I decided to go out with everyone after I had like 12 shots of Gordon’s,” said Stork. He accompanied his friends to a local bar called Brother’s (oiy: SHOCKER!) A girl who couldn’t help noticing his rugged good looks came over to talk to Stork.
“White and tall, and you can’t finish.” The words screamed in his head.
But this was a different Stork. With the help of his new friend named alcohol, an hour later, the lucky girl was able to experience a wild night of Stork love.
The beast was unleashed.
And that brings us to where we are today. He is on his way to being a star in the playa scene. He has already made his mark with dozens of women, as evidenced by his headboard. We see him make eye contact with an attractive young lady, holding the gaze for mere seconds, then abruptly breaking it off. He still has much to work on, as do a lot of aspiring playas. But he knows it’s ok, he’ll get another shot.
And he will finish.
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i guess a lot of it was fiction, hahaha. but theres some facts in there, you'll have to ask stork whats true and whats not, although you can probably figure it out. ok laters.
posted by mcpheeny 3:44 PM
hi.
ok, i was going to write another fake article, but i got writer's block, so i'll keep workin on it (sorry). for now, ill just write a random blog.
weekend highlights (in no particular order):
-sushi
-hanging out with people at barleycorn
-illini win
-saw huge zwan ad across from barleycorn
-watch chras play soccer (and the other game was hilarious)
-got to watch stork attempt to work his magic
-didn't have to work
-ba lambas after barleycorn
-read the sunday suntimes
-listened to zwan
-craft
weekend lowlights:
-sitting on the couch being bored w/ greg near the end
-craft
po_ngbunkor (edited for web search purposes) household ice cream update: dole (10 left)
dole is by far the best brand of popsicle.
im getting excited about baseball.
farewell and goodnight.
posted by mcpheeny 1:37 AM