Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Biking on the Sidewalk

So I know I haven't posted it a while. It's not because I don't have anything to write about, because I totally do. But when I write a post I have to quickly bang it out or it just sits and festers and rots and whatever, and I never finish. As I'm going about my day and such I do have ideas and I'm like, 'wow, that would be great to blog about' and then I never do it. So I'm going to try again today. Because I think I've finally found my life's biggest conundrum.
Biking on the sidewalk.
Everyone does it. EVERYONE. There's always a time where a biker will be like 'oh shit the street is way too dangerous and I'm probably going to die' and then they head over to the sidewalk. But all bikers, well maybe not all, but at least the hardcore ones hate when people bike on the sidewalk. They're the scum of the biking world. Yeah okay, it's passable if you have small children or the elderly or whatever, but besides that it should not be allowed. For one it puts pedestrians in harms way, and more importantly, on a busy street, it is literally impossible to bike. There is no way a person can successfully bike down a crowded street unless they knock a couple of people over, or shout at the top of their lungs, or something.
So why does everyone hate it when people bike on the sidewalk? Walkers could just walk to the side of the sidewalk, and the bikers could cruise down the middle. It's really more of an inconvenience to the very elderly and the bikers themselves.
So. All I'm saying, Is that I don't think biking on the sidewalk should be so frowned upon. Like today I biked to my architecture class which is downtown and I biked on the street, but there were a lot of cars and a lot of traffic and everyone was going kinda crazy. And I really really really wanted to get on the sidewalk. But do you know what prevented that from happening? My dignity.
So to conclude this post.
I'd like to end all this shit about biking on the sidewalk.
I know it's a hazard to pedestrians and whatever.
But sometimes it is necessary.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

I reread some of my old posts and I've come to realize that I am a huge douche bag.

So sorry Internet, I apologize for my all my douche baggery and I'll try to change my ways.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Camel!

Wait nevermind guys. There wasn't any really great post. It was just a long ranting sentence.
Well, here's a picture of a camel!

I went to Interlochen this summer, and I asked my cabin to help collaborate on this awesome graffittied camel that I drew the outline of. I contributed the hand and some other stuff.

I'M BACK

Last week I started writing a new post. It was a pretty good topic, and it was fine and it had the possibility of being funny. And then....I just stopped writing it. I just lost interest and just moved on to something else. I have no idea what happened.
Well anyway, spring break ended two weeks ago. And my week a three days was not long enough a time for me to rest up and rejuvenate for school. Not even summer break will get me ready for another nine months of hellish boredom. Most people say that kids are bored in school because their coursework isn't challenging enough or the subjects they are learning about aren't interesting.
For me neither one is the case. Well, maybe the second one. Like in chemistry right now we're learning about solubility. I don't need to know why my sugar dissolves in my english breakfast yea, I just know that it does and that it is then sweet. Yeah I know that sounds really ignorant and lame, but it has some truth to it. Anyway, my boredom of school comes more out of how unexcited I am when I si down in my first period class and realize I have eight more hours of sitting in different metal chairs at different taupe colored desks. It's the routine.
I guess I just reject the system...brah.
But seriously now that spring break is over all I have to look forward to is memorial day and then summer break. I'm so excited. But I promised myself that I will force myself to be productive, because if I stay at home over summer break there's a 95% chance I'll just sit on my ass and watch a shitload of TV. Like a lot. Like tens of hours. I'm capable of it.
Well I think I'm gonna go finish up that post I started writing last week (or maybe two weeks ago), and I'll get back to yall.
See ya!

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Tattoos

Well it's been a while folks, and I would say a lot has happened....but that's probably a lie. I did get my drivers license but it wasn't that cool. Actually I failed my first drivers test, but it wasn't 100% my fault. I'll talk about my driving later though, but right now I have to blog about a current obsession before it goes away and I have nothing interesting to talk about at all.
So anyway, I've discovered the world of tattoos.
I've always liked tattoos, select ones of course, the tasteful ones, but I really didn't know anything about them. Well a couple of days ago, maybe like on tuesday, I was watching project runway allstars on hulu and I looked at suggestions and there was a show called Best Ink. I know, I know, it sounds lame. Incredibly lame. And actually it is a pretty lame show, so I switched and watched a show called Ink Master (which probably isn't much better but I enjoyed it). Both of those shows are exactly like project runway, but instead of creating dresses and such people tattoo....other people. Like on their skin. So if they mess up it will ruin that persons life. So on this show the people they do the tattoos on are called 'the skins', like they're not even people or anything, which I thought was pretty weird. But also the tattoo artists have an incredibly short amount of time to do the tattoo, like 6 hours each, where tattoo artists usually get 12. If I was a 'skin' I'd be so incredibly freaked out.
Those shows are pretty much lame, but from them I do know what's important in tattoos now. Line work, color, dots and stuff, shading, and all that good stuff. And I think I've had an epiphany, because I can't wait to become a tattoo artist. I'm set on it. I'm really super duper set on becoming a tattoo artist, and my mom thinks I'm just saying that I like tattoos to spite her (seeing that I'm Jewish and all, and Jews can't get any marks on their skin), but I love tattoos. I know it hasn't even been a week, but tattoos are just so cool and exciting and awesome.
You guys just won't understand.
No one will understand.