To revisit the post about gym, I'd like to mention this.
It isn't all in my imagination when I say that I suck at gym.
Have I mentioned my gym grade?
No, I guess I haven't.
Well, I'm not a bad student, so that B+ in gym is kinda bringing my average down.
B+.
No joke.
No one else in my grade, or in the history of my school I'm pretty sure has gotten a B+ in gym unless they like skipped half the classes.
No one.
When I told my dad my grade he asked me how come I didn't get a lower score.
Yeah, my family has high expectations from me.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Hippies + The Internet
So as I mentioned before, I went backpacking during spring break. This act sparked some really weird interest of hippies.
It's not like I saw a ton of hippies around or anything like that, but backpacking seems very...earthy and hippyish and...you know what I'm talking about! Those super environmental people who love nature and stuff like that, basically every single person from the San Francisco area.
I hope this is just a phase, but on tumblr I subscribed to a couple blogs, where originally it was nice photography and clothing and tattoos and stuff. But now, now it has progressed into hippies, who 100% of the time are sporting dreadlocks. There are a huge amount of shirtless hippy guys with disgusting long dreads holding blond babies.
No, not just any babies. Blond babies.
There are also a fair number of hippies sleeping with cats, which I find pretty weird, because who would even be there, or want to, take a picture of that? I don't know. I wouldn't.
Well anyway, my friends think I'm into hippies or something, which is NOT TRUE. It's just incredibly entertaining to look at weird pictures of their peace circles, or whatever else they do.
So, just to reassure everyone I know.
I am not turning into a hippy.
It's not like I saw a ton of hippies around or anything like that, but backpacking seems very...earthy and hippyish and...you know what I'm talking about! Those super environmental people who love nature and stuff like that, basically every single person from the San Francisco area.
I hope this is just a phase, but on tumblr I subscribed to a couple blogs, where originally it was nice photography and clothing and tattoos and stuff. But now, now it has progressed into hippies, who 100% of the time are sporting dreadlocks. There are a huge amount of shirtless hippy guys with disgusting long dreads holding blond babies.
No, not just any babies. Blond babies.
There are also a fair number of hippies sleeping with cats, which I find pretty weird, because who would even be there, or want to, take a picture of that? I don't know. I wouldn't.
Well anyway, my friends think I'm into hippies or something, which is NOT TRUE. It's just incredibly entertaining to look at weird pictures of their peace circles, or whatever else they do.
So, just to reassure everyone I know.
I am not turning into a hippy.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Opinions on Las Vegas
Now, I try not to be a hater. Seriously, I know to some people it might seem like I enjoy complaining about things. This is true, but that doesn't mean I can't be positive.
This post though, is not going to positive, because that kind of stuff is lame and....just incredibly lame. So I will complain about Vegas.
I don't want people to get the idea that I literally just criticize with no basis for it, but on Saturday I went to Vegas to catch a plane back to Chicago. So I know what the place is like.
I know its ways.
What really surprised me when I went there was how trashy it was. I mean, ever since I heard about the pyramid that was there I knew there was something a little weird going on. But there's even more! It isn't just the place, but the people as well.
I don't usually judge on makeup (for real, I really don't), because everyone has their own style. But the rings of sparkles and glitter and blue eyeshadow and liner around these peoples eyes were absurd! The makeup covered as big an area as the eye itself. That's over the top in my opinion.
Everything is over the top there. The drinks people buy from this place called Fat Tuesdays (I'm pretty sure, it could also be Fat Thursday, but I don't give a crap), these drinks contained 130 ounces of liquid in them, strictly alcohol. And people were just walking around on the streets with these absurdly huge plastic trashy cups. Among these young alcoholics walked hords of spanish speakers who were advertising call girls and grabbing at anyone who went by to see if they'd like some companionship. Some of these spanish speakers were small little old women who definitely didn't seem like they belonged on the street wearing t-shirts advertising prostitution. It's depressing actually.
The other kind of shocking thing, to me at least, were the children. People actually bring little kids on vacation to this place! What? Why?? What are the kids going to do, gamble? These kids were among the throngs of people walking on the street at 10 pm at night. When I was that little I would probably have been asleep. 10 pm is the time I was sufficiently pooped out on vacation.
The hotels were also quite gruesome. We went to this place, called the Venetian, where there were canals running through the center of the indoor streets, where men in cheesy looking costumes paddled people up and down these pathetic canals. The ceiling in this indoor Venice was painted sky, so it added to the depressing facade of the whole place.
I could go on and on, from the slot machines in the airport to the pathetic reproduction of famous Italian sculptures, to the eiffel tower a couple blocks down from our hotel. But then I would get carried away, and just keep on writing random shit. So I'll spare myself that.
Adios.
This post though, is not going to positive, because that kind of stuff is lame and....just incredibly lame. So I will complain about Vegas.
I don't want people to get the idea that I literally just criticize with no basis for it, but on Saturday I went to Vegas to catch a plane back to Chicago. So I know what the place is like.
I know its ways.
What really surprised me when I went there was how trashy it was. I mean, ever since I heard about the pyramid that was there I knew there was something a little weird going on. But there's even more! It isn't just the place, but the people as well.
I don't usually judge on makeup (for real, I really don't), because everyone has their own style. But the rings of sparkles and glitter and blue eyeshadow and liner around these peoples eyes were absurd! The makeup covered as big an area as the eye itself. That's over the top in my opinion.
Everything is over the top there. The drinks people buy from this place called Fat Tuesdays (I'm pretty sure, it could also be Fat Thursday, but I don't give a crap), these drinks contained 130 ounces of liquid in them, strictly alcohol. And people were just walking around on the streets with these absurdly huge plastic trashy cups. Among these young alcoholics walked hords of spanish speakers who were advertising call girls and grabbing at anyone who went by to see if they'd like some companionship. Some of these spanish speakers were small little old women who definitely didn't seem like they belonged on the street wearing t-shirts advertising prostitution. It's depressing actually.
The other kind of shocking thing, to me at least, were the children. People actually bring little kids on vacation to this place! What? Why?? What are the kids going to do, gamble? These kids were among the throngs of people walking on the street at 10 pm at night. When I was that little I would probably have been asleep. 10 pm is the time I was sufficiently pooped out on vacation.
The hotels were also quite gruesome. We went to this place, called the Venetian, where there were canals running through the center of the indoor streets, where men in cheesy looking costumes paddled people up and down these pathetic canals. The ceiling in this indoor Venice was painted sky, so it added to the depressing facade of the whole place.
I could go on and on, from the slot machines in the airport to the pathetic reproduction of famous Italian sculptures, to the eiffel tower a couple blocks down from our hotel. But then I would get carried away, and just keep on writing random shit. So I'll spare myself that.
Adios.
Backpacking
Sorry guys I haven't blogged, but I went camping in Utah so I was kind of busy. I also want to specify and add that I didn't just go camping, I went backpacking. For ignorant people, the different between the two is that camping is just when you set up a tent somewhere, it could be in your backyard or in Canada, and you sleep there and make dinner and play cards and do whatever else you want to do as you spend time in the great outdoors (or maybe not so great if you hate bugs or whatever).
Now, backpacking is when you walk, with a backpack obviously, to a place and then camp there. This involves many miles of trudging, carry anywhere from 20 to 40 pounds on your back.
Now I don't want to say I'm the backpacking expert or anything, because....oh boy.....I am NOT the person you want to ask for tips and things. It's not necessarily that I walk slowly as we hike....I blame it on the stumpy legs.
Thanks stumpy legs.
You make me feel nonathletic.
Wait, I am nonathletic, (gym grades cannot lie).
But lets get back to the backpacking. I think I'd call myself a trooper before anything else. My brother and dad can walk sooooo much faster than I can, but I think that's also kind of an effort thing also.
So to be more specific, we backpacked in Escalante National Park, which according to my father is some sort of backpackers paradise, because you don't get all those day hikers with their little kids and carefree attitude. No, none of that. You only come across the real hardcore backpackers, and some hippies of course. The trail we hiked on wasn't paved or completely set and we had to cross a lot of streams. Another good thing about the part of Escalante we hiked in was that we were in a canyon the whole time created by a river, so there was definitely no way to get lost.
Well anyway, I might talk more about the trip later.
See ya.
Now, backpacking is when you walk, with a backpack obviously, to a place and then camp there. This involves many miles of trudging, carry anywhere from 20 to 40 pounds on your back.
Now I don't want to say I'm the backpacking expert or anything, because....oh boy.....I am NOT the person you want to ask for tips and things. It's not necessarily that I walk slowly as we hike....I blame it on the stumpy legs.
Thanks stumpy legs.
You make me feel nonathletic.
Wait, I am nonathletic, (gym grades cannot lie).
But lets get back to the backpacking. I think I'd call myself a trooper before anything else. My brother and dad can walk sooooo much faster than I can, but I think that's also kind of an effort thing also.
So to be more specific, we backpacked in Escalante National Park, which according to my father is some sort of backpackers paradise, because you don't get all those day hikers with their little kids and carefree attitude. No, none of that. You only come across the real hardcore backpackers, and some hippies of course. The trail we hiked on wasn't paved or completely set and we had to cross a lot of streams. Another good thing about the part of Escalante we hiked in was that we were in a canyon the whole time created by a river, so there was definitely no way to get lost.
Well anyway, I might talk more about the trip later.
See ya.
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