Nuts. Just nuts. How long as it been? A million years? Oh my friggin gawsh. So many things! ARGHGLBLBLBl.
ASUS, I’m kind of having a love/hate relationship with you right now. You’re a good brand. You have some good products. But, damn, your customer service is kind of being a bitch right now. See, on the bright side, you have some very nice customer service represenatives. The problem? You need more than two of them. Waiting for you guys to actually answer the phone is getting kind of old. In fact, you know what? This isn’t really a love/hate relationship. It’s just a hate relationship now. Screw you.
I digress though… the only reason why I’m not totally breaking down is because I know I live in a wonderful world of RMAs and refunds. If I can’t talk some sense into ASUS for replacing my retarded motherboard, maybe I can still do it through Newegg.
Okay, so, my junior year in high school just began last week. A new semester of school seems to have abruptly fallen upon me after a summer of nothing but a redundant work schedule.
Here’s a breakdown of my classes:
Honor’s English. Ms. Smith is one of those really sharp black women that you thought only existed on TV and in movies. Granted, she’s strict too, but as long as you don’t get into any crap with her, she teaches an awesome class.
Advanced Multimedia. Mr. Rice and I go back a year, so he’s not new to me. He’s a bit old.. a bit out-of-tune… but what the hell. Leniance = Good.
U.S. History. The standard social studies course I must take as a junior, just like everyone else in order to graduate. Fortunately, Mrs. Lott is a very enthusiastic teacher, so that makes things more interesting.
German 1. Mr. Judy is not unfamiliar with dirty jokes. There are a lot of immature people in my class, so it kind of fits.
Pre-Calculus. The only reason why I got such a lukewarm grade in math last year was because my teacher was incompetent and incoherent. So far, it seems to be better this year.
A.P. Psychology. Easy, albeit with lots of books. Mrs. Whitlock is very professional, and the class is pretty much filled with seniors. Rock-rock-on.
A.P. Physics. Like psychology, I have a professional, laid-back teacher with fellow classmates who actually care. And some of them are seniors.
Yoga. This is so moot. +1 for more cool people.
Ok. I’m gonna conclude by saying: I’m awesome. I’m gonna save up a bunch of money, buy a couple of Gemini CDT-05 turntables, a good DJ mixer, and some nice speaker cabinets. Then I’ll use aforementioned items to do gigs and make money. Think I’m just being a douchebag? Well, yeah. You’re right. I sound like an uber-douche right now. But at the same time I think I can make a buttload of money out of high school. Just you wait.
Edit: Uh oh… video no longer available? Oh well, if you ever get a chance to see it anyway, then do it.
Recently on Digg, there was a “controversial” JCPenny commercial on the top ten list. This is supposedly one of those advertisements that never actually air on TV; rather, it’s some kind of demo reel that directors use to show off their respective abilities (from the article). I’d never shop at JCPenny. I just thought the commercial is definitely worth sharing.
…In fact, I have no words to describe how awesome this is. Watch it for yourself.
Oh dang. Once again, my writing abode has been a victim of my own selfish negligence. People such as Donald, Rebecca, Jack Thompson, and others with lesser lifestyles are undoubtedly upset by this… you know? Maybe I died. Or maybe a Nigerian prince got a hold of my bank account number and stole the better part of my savings. Such a harsh financial situation would definitely make me rethink my decisions on how I spend my money. (Hmm.. web hosting for a week, or food for a week? I’m gonna have to sleep on this.)
But hey - at least I know people care about me. Perhaps I can recap a few things.
“Listen… do you hear that? That’s the sound of your frontal cerebral lobe processing thought. You’re thinking.” - Brandon Rosario
It feels kind of degrading when I can easily take a large chunk of my life and summarize it in a few lines.
I’m going to do it anyway.
So, to regurgitate what I said a few seconds ago, I’m going to go over the major events that have taken place over the past couple of months or so. All of you lifeless people - surfing the blogs of others on your mom’s kitchen computer - can now sleep at night, knowing that at least someone out there can work, be productive, and achieve things that you know you can’t. Ok. Now I suppose I’ll take that back and quit acting like a prick… I guess.
I got a summer job working in a warehouse down in North Salt Lake. It’s relatively convenient for a student like me who is just becoming a junior in high school, and for the record, it pays good.
Err… I went to prom? Wow, that was well over a month ago.
Woot.com is [one of] the greatest things since sliced bread. What a perfect way to waste my money buy good products at good prices.
Oh yeah, in case you haven’t figured it out, I’ve successfully completed the tenth grade. I managed to get a 3.6 GPA fourth term. Not bad, not bad…
I’m saving up to build a new computer. You can check out my whole setup right here on Newegg.com, you know, if that’s your sort of thing.
I may eventually purchase a Playstation 3 as well. Hopefully I’ll have at least one HDTV in this household by then.
Alright. It’s getting late, and I have to work tomorrow. Hey, don’t worry; I have a good post in the works for next time. Don’t give up on me just yet.
Yesterday morning, I RickRoll’d approximately one-hundred people. It was probably the most invigorating experience I’ve ever had, walking to the front of the room, popping a minus-track into the boombox and singing live to my whole choir class, cheesy dance-moves and all. For the record: They actually liked it. Right in the middle of my performance, the audience gradually initiated a steady clap to the beat, and following the end, I received a thunderous applause… an applause that ascended above any of the others given to other performers. I’m not trying to sound self-flattering either. It’s the god-honest truth.
In the past, my peers in choir seem to have shown a lot of positive feelings toward me, particularly when I pull off stunts like this. This is either because: (a) My performances are really that impressive, or (b) They think I’m retarded.
I suppose it will always be a mystery to me.
I’ll end by posting a picture of me and Miranda from the dance last Saturday (we dressed up as French people!). Click past the break to see more photos.
