In case you didn’t know, I go to a hippy school in southern California. Naturally, this draws a large number of hippy sorts of kids. I write jokes in my free time and here’s one I told at open mic: “Hippies aren’t called that because they’re hip or hipsters. It’s because they’re hypocrites. They’re always saying give peace a chance but I find they aren’t receptive when I give them a piece of my mind (pause for laughter).” I know it’s a pun but it got an okay laugh. (more…)
But I think it’s probably important to know something of what you’re getting into. A little bit of the underbelly of what can happen when you choose to party and don’t take care of yourself or go out with reliable people. (more…)
What a FANTASTIC day, especially for a Monday. I got up, dog-tired, went to class and was done by 11. The teacher in my first class woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but what can you do. By the time class was done, the sun was shining, it was a beautiful 72 degrees, and not a cloud in the sky. I spent the entire day outside!! It was amazing. This is the first warm beautiful day in Oxford, Mississippi in what seems to be forever! (more…)
I know that movie is old news, but I was raiding wikipedia like I often do and I came across this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Themes_in_Avatar
It’s pretty long as far as wikipedia articles go. I saw Avatar in imax 3-D and it was cool. I mean it was long… and it was Pocahontas… but a lot of things exploded and got eaten by those dragon things and got shot, that was entertaining. (more…)
I have been so busy, with this little thing called college. I have all of my midterms coming up in the next week or two, so all I have been doing with my life is studying.
I should be in bed since I have to be up before the sun tomorrow for my 8 AM teaching class, but I couldn’t go to bed without talking (or in this case typing) about what I discovered tonight. Baylor University has been said to be “lowering their standards.” (more…)
Are we a little Young to Get Married?
I went home to attend a wedding. My sister’s best friend’s wedding. That’s not particularly odd, until you consider that my sister is 16 months younger than me and her friend isn’t much older than her. Two people about my age got married. That’s pretty terrifying.
It’s just another sign of growing up when people you knew in middle school are getting married, but as I watched the ceremony and the first dance and the cutting of the cake the reality of it all hit me. They were up there making a lifelong commitment and if they were to back out of it, there would be a painful and possibly lengthy divorce. That’s pretty heavy.
I can’t imagine making a decision like that. Or even ever getting married. Ever. Makes me wonder about the whole idea of marriage. Not if it’s what people should or shouldn’t get married, I would never try to make a decision for someone else (to each their own, live and let live, all of those sorts of things). I’m wondering if I’m compatible with something like marriage. I’m definitely not mature enough to make a decision like that… unless by realizing that I am… but then I’m not because I reached that conclusion… etc., etc. But seriously, will I ever be mature enough to make a decision like that? Regardless of whether or not I decide to ever get married. Doesn’t seem likely.
I think I’ve gotten less mature since I’ve come to college. A lot of the jokes I make are definitely more immature. When a CA (what we call RAs) is on duty, I usually make some pun out of it. “Gross! Duty!” A friend of mine blows out a candle? “Haha! ______ blows!” A friend of mine makes slurping noises with a straw? “Haha! _____ sucks!” Someone is number 69 when waiting for food? You get the picture.
Now for something that’s kind of related that’s been on my mind. I can’t stand most of the girls I used to be involved with, I’d prefer to forget all about them but I can’t. There are one or two that I still cherish, but I’m wondering if I care about them as they are now or some ideal version of them. It’s difficult to tell. Would the real ones put up with my immaturity or would only the ideal ones? Maybe the ideal ones would kick my ass and make me grow up. Would that be a good thing? Psh. These are just the sleep deprived musings of a guy who doesn’t know how to grow up.
Do you know me? I’m that book, that at one time or another, you thought might be a good read, so you picked me up, took me to the counter, paid for me, and took me home. The jacket cover said that I was going to be amazing, filled with mystery, maybe romance, and with an awesome adventure that you couldn’t put down until you finished the last sentence on the very last page! (more…)
Allow me to introduce myself; I’m Michael and I hate everything and everyone with the intensity of several M. Night Shymalan twists. I hate the elderly, God, words that rhyme with “orange,” monocles, Avatar, foreign foods, former Soviets, scenesters, dog lovers, onions, amoebas, Coca-Cola, the French Revolution, St. Louis (the city and the man), goldfish, Donkey Kong, objectivists, the works of William Shakespeare, toilet water, Santa Claus, and his elves. Anything you can think of, I hate more than you’ve ever hated anything. I shall expel this hatred all over your ankle every week you read this article. Prepare yourself because this week I hate… (more…)
I’m at a party school. But that doesn’t mean I don’t work hard, too. Stems from the old motto: Work hard, play hard. I truly believe it takes both to have a great life. So I live it. Week days we do our homework and take our tests and go to office hours to ask questions and email our TA’s and professors. Weekends, we play. (more…)
