Dearest Darling Readers,
Though Geek has yet to post something about Andy, thus completing the series of posts, I'm going to post something about a totally different topic. Music.
So basically, I usually stray away from mainstream music. Not because I have any strong opinions about "the system" or whatever, but just because that's how it happens to happen. Obviously I love Green Day, which isn't exactly a tiny, unknown band, but other than them, I like bands like Lucky Boys Confusion, Foxboro Hot Tubs, Pinhead Gunpowder, Marina and the Diamonds, and singers like Corinne Bailey Rae, and of course lots of other stuff. But in this post, I'm going to list off some really popular songs that I actually like! So...you've probably heard all of these songs (unless you live under a rock--do you? I don't judge!), but in the rare event that you haven't, I highly suggest that you check them out.
Animal-Neon Trees
F*** You-Cee-Lo Green
Jar of Hearts-Christina Perri
Born This Way-Lady Gaga
Just The Way You Are-Bruno Mars
F***ing Perfect-P!nk
Dynamite-Taio Cruz
and of course...FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!
Anyway, I have been listening to Animal on repeat for like the last half an hour...I should really go study for my AP Chem test tomorrow...FUN STUFF!
~Book
March 31, 2011
A Boy Named Andy and The Memories He Brings
Dearest Darling Readers,
So, you've read that last Friday a Freshman named Andy died in our town. Now, i agree with Book in her last post about attention seekers. I was not close friends with Andy, he was a friend of a friend from a club. I wish, like Bimbo said in her post, that I had gotten to know him because listening to the stories and watching my friend cry makes me feel like I missed a great person. That I will never know the fun of having him as a friend. But, his death affected me more than i thought it would. Not only because it is a tragedy that someone so young died, which is sad alone, but also because my best friend was just a year younger than him when she died.
Now, they died under different circumstances, Andy suddenly, and my friend she suffered for so long. My friend, Krissy, died on September 17, 2011 of cancer. i was only in Second Grade and was having trouble understanding the tragedy that was September 11, but when I got home that fateful Tuesday I learned that tragedy doesn't have to be a terrorist attack. When I walked into the house that day I knew something was wrong, and when my mom explained it...my world shattered. I had never been so sad, but I wasn't only sad I was terrified. Krissy was the one who would make me feel better during hard times. She taught me a lot of things that I still use today. So, when Andy died, i knew how my friend felt. It feels like a part of you is gone.
The worst part for me though was going to Andy's memorial, and his wake...knowing I never did that for Krissy. Since I was in Second Grade, my mom wouldn't let me go to her wake. At Andy's memorial, we all lit a candle and the priest asked us to remember a memory of Andy and the only thing I could think of was Krissy. Does that make me a bad person? I thought it did, but my friends disagree...but as i was crying at the memorial everyone was comforting me and I couldn't help but cry harder because I wasn't crying just for Andy. I don't know, I just hope that he's looking down right now and he understands. Maybe he even met Krissy, I hope so, she was my best friend and he seemed like the kind of person who would make friends with anyone.
My Three favorite quotes on Life and Death:
"Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't." ~Richard Bach
"Life's not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow." ~Terri Guillemets
"No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow." ~Euripide
I hope these posts haven't thoroughly depressed you. just remember to live life to its fullest. I try to, for Krissy, and now Andy.
Rest in Peace Andy Pena and Kristen Mendola.
Sincerely,
Freak
So, you've read that last Friday a Freshman named Andy died in our town. Now, i agree with Book in her last post about attention seekers. I was not close friends with Andy, he was a friend of a friend from a club. I wish, like Bimbo said in her post, that I had gotten to know him because listening to the stories and watching my friend cry makes me feel like I missed a great person. That I will never know the fun of having him as a friend. But, his death affected me more than i thought it would. Not only because it is a tragedy that someone so young died, which is sad alone, but also because my best friend was just a year younger than him when she died.
Now, they died under different circumstances, Andy suddenly, and my friend she suffered for so long. My friend, Krissy, died on September 17, 2011 of cancer. i was only in Second Grade and was having trouble understanding the tragedy that was September 11, but when I got home that fateful Tuesday I learned that tragedy doesn't have to be a terrorist attack. When I walked into the house that day I knew something was wrong, and when my mom explained it...my world shattered. I had never been so sad, but I wasn't only sad I was terrified. Krissy was the one who would make me feel better during hard times. She taught me a lot of things that I still use today. So, when Andy died, i knew how my friend felt. It feels like a part of you is gone.
The worst part for me though was going to Andy's memorial, and his wake...knowing I never did that for Krissy. Since I was in Second Grade, my mom wouldn't let me go to her wake. At Andy's memorial, we all lit a candle and the priest asked us to remember a memory of Andy and the only thing I could think of was Krissy. Does that make me a bad person? I thought it did, but my friends disagree...but as i was crying at the memorial everyone was comforting me and I couldn't help but cry harder because I wasn't crying just for Andy. I don't know, I just hope that he's looking down right now and he understands. Maybe he even met Krissy, I hope so, she was my best friend and he seemed like the kind of person who would make friends with anyone.
My Three favorite quotes on Life and Death:
"Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't." ~Richard Bach
"Life's not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow." ~Terri Guillemets
"No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow." ~Euripide
I hope these posts haven't thoroughly depressed you. just remember to live life to its fullest. I try to, for Krissy, and now Andy.
Rest in Peace Andy Pena and Kristen Mendola.
Sincerely,
Freak
March 28, 2011
We Miss You, Andy Pena
Dearest Darling Readers,
On Friday night, a boy in our town named Andy Pena passed away at only age 14. He was a nice and funny kid and nearly everyone misses him.
But what irritates me is that now that he's gone, all of the people, particularly girls, who were never even nice to him, are pretending that they were his best friend. Now, I don't claim to be his best friend. In fact, we were barely friends. He was a friend of a friend who occasionally hung out with me and the others in our friend group. But it still makes me kinda mad that people are pretending to have loved him when really they barely knew him.
But, Andy's death should be about more than the few attention-cravers that make a mockery of it. I wish that I had known him better. In fact, he was supposed to come on a scavenger hunt with our friends and me next weekend. It still gives me chills every time I look at the post that he made on Facebook the night before he died, on the event page for the scavenger hunt. It's so weird how he was perfectly fine one day and dead the next. He was a healthy kid! He was on the cross country team! It's so unfair that he was so young. His parents brother are devastated. The whole town seems to be grieving.
We'll miss you, Andy Pena. You're in a better place now, free from the stresses of life, and I suppose we'll all join you some day. Except me of course cause I'm probably going to hell.
~Book
On Friday night, a boy in our town named Andy Pena passed away at only age 14. He was a nice and funny kid and nearly everyone misses him.
But what irritates me is that now that he's gone, all of the people, particularly girls, who were never even nice to him, are pretending that they were his best friend. Now, I don't claim to be his best friend. In fact, we were barely friends. He was a friend of a friend who occasionally hung out with me and the others in our friend group. But it still makes me kinda mad that people are pretending to have loved him when really they barely knew him.
But, Andy's death should be about more than the few attention-cravers that make a mockery of it. I wish that I had known him better. In fact, he was supposed to come on a scavenger hunt with our friends and me next weekend. It still gives me chills every time I look at the post that he made on Facebook the night before he died, on the event page for the scavenger hunt. It's so weird how he was perfectly fine one day and dead the next. He was a healthy kid! He was on the cross country team! It's so unfair that he was so young. His parents brother are devastated. The whole town seems to be grieving.
We'll miss you, Andy Pena. You're in a better place now, free from the stresses of life, and I suppose we'll all join you some day. Except me of course cause I'm probably going to hell.
~Book
In loving Memory
Dearest Darling Readers,
Maybe you remembered a few cryptic posts back in September about the cruel-ness of life? That that was the worst week of all time. This is the Worst Week of all time Part II. It would seem that the pain and suffering that we'd taken so long to move on from has returned with a vengeance. Here's the low down. For me at first the shitty-ness started when my grandmother died and I contracted strep throat. But it continued for everyone else in the following week. As you probably know from previous post, many of my friends and I are all on our schools odyssey of the mind team. Last Saturday was dubbed "Super Stress Week from hell". By 9pm friday night, half the teams was still in the band room practicing in vain suffering from panic attacks and crying. Essentially the problem that we had spent THE ENTIRE YEAR working on completely fell apart last minute. Need-less to say, when we competed the next day, we did not prevail. We ranked 3rd out of 4 teams. We even lost to a middle school, in the high school division! It was pretty bad. The absolute worse though was when we were at our lowest, mourning our loss, we were presented with someone else to mourn. As you should know, the four of us all hail from Darien Connecticut. If you're from here, you know that on Friday night, we lost someone. That's why this post is dedicated to Andy Pena.
When I first met Andy, I though he was dating a mutual friend of ours.It turns out they were just really close friends. He was a freshman, only 14 years old. He was into sports, a previous swimming, and a trackie. however, I didn't find this out until after he died. I wish I'd known Andy. I knew him only through association, which really bugs me know. I should have known him better, there should be a reason behind why I'm sitting here crying over his death. I have no right to miss him, but that doesn't make me any less sad. He had played Quidditch with us many times, gaining praise for being one of the best snitches we've ever had. He had played Humans Vs. Zombie's with us. The next game was supposed to be this week, he was supposed to be the father zombie. He was going to participate in the scavenger hunt that Book is organizing. It isn't fair. I was supposed to meet him properly, I was supposed to become his friend, talk with him at least for a little while. I was supposed to know what kind of guy he was. Instead I have to grip onto the fractured memories that I have of him and wonder what would have been if only he'd stuck it out just one more week. Long enough for me to get to know him. Instead I'mm sitting here replaying the last conversation I'd had with him. We were in Hyper stress Odyssey mode and he's come in the room to poach snacks and chat it up. I had unceremoniously threatened to kick his ass if he didn't leave that instant. i don't regret saying this. I know he didn't really mind. I just regret that this was the LAST thing I'd said to him, the only thing I'd EVER said to him. I feel bad because this post is very selfish of me, if only he'd kept living for MY sake, pah! Truthfully, when I miss him the most, it's when i'm looking into my friends eyes, and she's talking about about him and her eyes become glassy with emotion as she realize that those moments will never happen again, I think of what a great person I had missed meeting. Someone who was missed this much, loved SO MUCH, truly he must have been a person worth meeting. I had missed it completely, his life. I never got to be apart of it.
I guess now we can rest assured knowing that he's at rest in his personal paradise, playing COD and eating brown sugar pop-tarts, no longer having to deal with the pain and suffering that comes with living. So young to die. So much he never got to do. So many people who will never get to see him smile. It's almost disgusting. All I can hope now is that if the zombie apocalypse ever comes, I can finally be your friend.
Lovingly,
Bimbo
Maybe you remembered a few cryptic posts back in September about the cruel-ness of life? That that was the worst week of all time. This is the Worst Week of all time Part II. It would seem that the pain and suffering that we'd taken so long to move on from has returned with a vengeance. Here's the low down. For me at first the shitty-ness started when my grandmother died and I contracted strep throat. But it continued for everyone else in the following week. As you probably know from previous post, many of my friends and I are all on our schools odyssey of the mind team. Last Saturday was dubbed "Super Stress Week from hell". By 9pm friday night, half the teams was still in the band room practicing in vain suffering from panic attacks and crying. Essentially the problem that we had spent THE ENTIRE YEAR working on completely fell apart last minute. Need-less to say, when we competed the next day, we did not prevail. We ranked 3rd out of 4 teams. We even lost to a middle school, in the high school division! It was pretty bad. The absolute worse though was when we were at our lowest, mourning our loss, we were presented with someone else to mourn. As you should know, the four of us all hail from Darien Connecticut. If you're from here, you know that on Friday night, we lost someone. That's why this post is dedicated to Andy Pena.
When I first met Andy, I though he was dating a mutual friend of ours.It turns out they were just really close friends. He was a freshman, only 14 years old. He was into sports, a previous swimming, and a trackie. however, I didn't find this out until after he died. I wish I'd known Andy. I knew him only through association, which really bugs me know. I should have known him better, there should be a reason behind why I'm sitting here crying over his death. I have no right to miss him, but that doesn't make me any less sad. He had played Quidditch with us many times, gaining praise for being one of the best snitches we've ever had. He had played Humans Vs. Zombie's with us. The next game was supposed to be this week, he was supposed to be the father zombie. He was going to participate in the scavenger hunt that Book is organizing. It isn't fair. I was supposed to meet him properly, I was supposed to become his friend, talk with him at least for a little while. I was supposed to know what kind of guy he was. Instead I have to grip onto the fractured memories that I have of him and wonder what would have been if only he'd stuck it out just one more week. Long enough for me to get to know him. Instead I'mm sitting here replaying the last conversation I'd had with him. We were in Hyper stress Odyssey mode and he's come in the room to poach snacks and chat it up. I had unceremoniously threatened to kick his ass if he didn't leave that instant. i don't regret saying this. I know he didn't really mind. I just regret that this was the LAST thing I'd said to him, the only thing I'd EVER said to him. I feel bad because this post is very selfish of me, if only he'd kept living for MY sake, pah! Truthfully, when I miss him the most, it's when i'm looking into my friends eyes, and she's talking about about him and her eyes become glassy with emotion as she realize that those moments will never happen again, I think of what a great person I had missed meeting. Someone who was missed this much, loved SO MUCH, truly he must have been a person worth meeting. I had missed it completely, his life. I never got to be apart of it.
I guess now we can rest assured knowing that he's at rest in his personal paradise, playing COD and eating brown sugar pop-tarts, no longer having to deal with the pain and suffering that comes with living. So young to die. So much he never got to do. So many people who will never get to see him smile. It's almost disgusting. All I can hope now is that if the zombie apocalypse ever comes, I can finally be your friend.
Lovingly,
Bimbo
March 27, 2011
You Learn Something New Everyday!
Dearest Darling Readers,
Hello, I have a question for all of you readers out there...have you ever bought the newest or coolest gadget, or even some trendy clothes? The answer for most of us is probably yes, if you haven't and you don't fall prey to those kinds of things, good for you. But, if you're like most teenagers out there, and can't help but try to fit in with the "cool kids," you've probably done this. We can't all still be rocking the Nintendo 64 and Gameboy Advanced. Anyway, my second question is has an even newer version of the thing come out, just when you finally get used to how the clothes fit, or you can finally work the gadget?
Isn't that the worst feeling? You finally feel comfortable and then suddenly you're a loser again. (just kidding you readers aren't losers) Well this business tactic is called Planned Obsolescence and was started in the 1920s. It consists of designing a product to purposefully become obsolete in a few years. Now granted, in this day and age that process has sped up. Apple comes out with a new version of a gadget every few months and car companies make slight changes to models every year. See you do learn something new everyday.
But anyway, this has been going on for a very long time...and i don't like it, personally. If you do...well OK then to each his own. I won't judge you...much. I don't think it's fair that companies create a product with the sole purpose of creating a product that's better than it. If you buy that new gadget, for a while you're cool, or at least you feel that way. When the new version comes out though, you go from cool to an out of date wanna-be with the snap of some greedy CEO's fingers. Because that's all this business practice is really about: greed.
The big companies want more money, so they create a product with bugs in it and release it without working them out. Then, after it's been released the company starts to work out the bugs. And once it's a huge hit they release a version with "fewer bugs." Then the process begins again. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
And everyone just blindly falls for it because they want to be cool. Companies play on people's need to fit in to make as much money as they can. For those of you who don't fall prey to their Dark Side mind tricks, I applaud you. You don't believe their lies about cookies. I know I have fallen for it a couple of times, and now the only things that those products are good for are paper weights and, in the case of clothes, cat scratch toys.
Yeah I can understand the true economic side of the argument, that these companies need the money to stay in business and pay their employees. But, coming out with a new product every few months is just ridiculous. If you must practice planned obsolescence then return to the way it was in the 1920s, where a new product came out every few years.
For those big companies and their greedy CEOs, there's a lot more to life than making money and playing on the insecurities of the population. So go home and play with your kids, or your pets. Just stop messing with our minds and selling in adequate products.
Thank you for listening to (reading) my annoyed rant...and pay attention next time a new product comes out, wait for the third or fourth version before you truly consider buying it, at least. But, really don't fall prey to this, just keep rocking the equivalent of a Nintendo 64 (or the actual Nintendo 64, I know I do).
~Freak
Hello, I have a question for all of you readers out there...have you ever bought the newest or coolest gadget, or even some trendy clothes? The answer for most of us is probably yes, if you haven't and you don't fall prey to those kinds of things, good for you. But, if you're like most teenagers out there, and can't help but try to fit in with the "cool kids," you've probably done this. We can't all still be rocking the Nintendo 64 and Gameboy Advanced. Anyway, my second question is has an even newer version of the thing come out, just when you finally get used to how the clothes fit, or you can finally work the gadget?
Isn't that the worst feeling? You finally feel comfortable and then suddenly you're a loser again. (just kidding you readers aren't losers) Well this business tactic is called Planned Obsolescence and was started in the 1920s. It consists of designing a product to purposefully become obsolete in a few years. Now granted, in this day and age that process has sped up. Apple comes out with a new version of a gadget every few months and car companies make slight changes to models every year. See you do learn something new everyday.
But anyway, this has been going on for a very long time...and i don't like it, personally. If you do...well OK then to each his own. I won't judge you...much. I don't think it's fair that companies create a product with the sole purpose of creating a product that's better than it. If you buy that new gadget, for a while you're cool, or at least you feel that way. When the new version comes out though, you go from cool to an out of date wanna-be with the snap of some greedy CEO's fingers. Because that's all this business practice is really about: greed.
The big companies want more money, so they create a product with bugs in it and release it without working them out. Then, after it's been released the company starts to work out the bugs. And once it's a huge hit they release a version with "fewer bugs." Then the process begins again. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
And everyone just blindly falls for it because they want to be cool. Companies play on people's need to fit in to make as much money as they can. For those of you who don't fall prey to their Dark Side mind tricks, I applaud you. You don't believe their lies about cookies. I know I have fallen for it a couple of times, and now the only things that those products are good for are paper weights and, in the case of clothes, cat scratch toys.
Yeah I can understand the true economic side of the argument, that these companies need the money to stay in business and pay their employees. But, coming out with a new product every few months is just ridiculous. If you must practice planned obsolescence then return to the way it was in the 1920s, where a new product came out every few years.
For those big companies and their greedy CEOs, there's a lot more to life than making money and playing on the insecurities of the population. So go home and play with your kids, or your pets. Just stop messing with our minds and selling in adequate products.
Thank you for listening to (reading) my annoyed rant...and pay attention next time a new product comes out, wait for the third or fourth version before you truly consider buying it, at least. But, really don't fall prey to this, just keep rocking the equivalent of a Nintendo 64 (or the actual Nintendo 64, I know I do).
~Freak
10. Must Demonstrate Awesome-ness
Dearest Darling Readers,
That's right, this post is dedicated to one of my all time favorite artist Florence Welch. She's the singer/ songwriter/ creator/ she IS Florence + the Machine. Try to take off the judging goggles for a minute when I tell you that I discovered her on Taptap Revenge. Just for clarifications sake, my favorite band is and always will be the Beatles, but she comes in close second. Now I'm not a girl who get's obsessed with things. Not true I get obsessed about many things, but never really like this. This is a whole new ballpark of obsession. ANYWAYS, I downloaded her song Kiss With a Fist for free on taptap. After a while, I found that I would bring up the song and not even play JSUT so I could listen to the song. When a find a song that I like, my next move is to always go to iTunes and check out the artist, see if they have anything else I liked. This was the first and only time that I've ever looked up an album and liked more then 3 songs, let alone the entire album! (What can I say? I'm hard to please when it comes to music) At any rate, after that I ran down to the store, bought then CD, listened to it consecutively for a week straight, pissed off my ENTIRE family, and became absolutely addicted. Not only is her music awesome though, SHE is awesome. RANDOM FACT: She was discovered when she followed a record producer in the bathroom of a club and sang to them while they were pissing,100% drunk the whole time. See what I mean? Who else can brag of phenomenal singing prowess even while completely hammered? There is a profound reason when I'm addicted to her music. It's a mixture of instruments with loud commanding beats combining to create a hypnotic and ethereal fusion with dark undertones and profound lyrics. And boy can she really belt it out. No auto-tune either. How many artists these days can claim THAT? Her manner of dressing is both modern chic and earthy hipster. She's mysterious yet hilarious, strange yet enigmatic. I think she's a very very cool person. She's so different and it amazingly refreshing. She proves that an artist these day who write and sing their own music with out the use of techno or auto-tune can make fantastic music. She's also a real human being. She doesn't do drugs or over party. She isn't a slut or a media whore. She's so real, in an era of untouchable celebrities. She's more true to herself then all of MTv combined. Did I mention she's also British? That automatically makes her 3x as cool. Here's a taste of my madness:
My Favorite song by her:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EIeUlvHAiM
Her being funny and cool:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvMfbfZKVbY
And her dancing to single ladies (funny):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7s6ESdFHdQ
Hopelessly,
Bimbo
March 4, 2011
Neon Green Eggs and Ham
Dearest Darling Readers,
So...I have this mother. And she is SCARY. Now, not in the usual sense of scary mothers. My mother is an ex-prosecutor who won 100% of her over 1200 cases. Now she is a college advisor. A bit of an ironic transition, I think. But seriously, you can ask any of my friends who have ever met my mom. She is frightening.
She has pushed me my whole life. She pushed me to be a competitive diver for 5 years. I was ranked 6th in the tri-state area in my age group and had practice 6 days a week, and even practices before school. I absolutely hated it. She never even asked me if I actually like diving. I finally broke and quit when I was 12.
She pushes me in school. "A- in Spanish! Grounded!" I am dead serious, that actually happened once. She pushes me to do everything better. No, not just better, to do everything best. Not my best, the best. Ask Bimbo, my mother once said "If you're not the best at something, don't bother doing it." She is absolutely crazy. And not at all in the normal sense. I can't really get into it too much, but hopefully you get the point.
But today, my friends, I would like to address a few of the things that my mother did successfully as a parent. She always put me down. This helped me to grow accustomed to failure. Isn't great that now when I fail, it's not such a huge disappointment? I just want to thank her for preparing me so well for life! She always compared me to my peers and to my brother (in a negative way of course), so now I do the same! It seems like I am always trying to compete with people, but of course I'm hardly ever better at anything than anyone else. I have to talk myself up just to feel like I'm half as good at anything as some of my friends are. I'm not the best at anything, which of course is a breach in her philosophy. But hey, at least now I've learned that Life truly is a competition. I think that that's a really great thing to learn early on; that way you don't go through life thinking that just trying your hardest and doing your best is ever good enough. I truly feel sorry for the poor suckers who believe that crap.
So Mom, thank you so much for giving me the lessons that I need to succeed in life. You know what, maybe I WILL go flip burgers at McDonalds! And hey, maybe I'll even be the BEST burger flipper! Will that make you happy?
~Book
So...I have this mother. And she is SCARY. Now, not in the usual sense of scary mothers. My mother is an ex-prosecutor who won 100% of her over 1200 cases. Now she is a college advisor. A bit of an ironic transition, I think. But seriously, you can ask any of my friends who have ever met my mom. She is frightening.
She has pushed me my whole life. She pushed me to be a competitive diver for 5 years. I was ranked 6th in the tri-state area in my age group and had practice 6 days a week, and even practices before school. I absolutely hated it. She never even asked me if I actually like diving. I finally broke and quit when I was 12.
She pushes me in school. "A- in Spanish! Grounded!" I am dead serious, that actually happened once. She pushes me to do everything better. No, not just better, to do everything best. Not my best, the best. Ask Bimbo, my mother once said "If you're not the best at something, don't bother doing it." She is absolutely crazy. And not at all in the normal sense. I can't really get into it too much, but hopefully you get the point.
But today, my friends, I would like to address a few of the things that my mother did successfully as a parent. She always put me down. This helped me to grow accustomed to failure. Isn't great that now when I fail, it's not such a huge disappointment? I just want to thank her for preparing me so well for life! She always compared me to my peers and to my brother (in a negative way of course), so now I do the same! It seems like I am always trying to compete with people, but of course I'm hardly ever better at anything than anyone else. I have to talk myself up just to feel like I'm half as good at anything as some of my friends are. I'm not the best at anything, which of course is a breach in her philosophy. But hey, at least now I've learned that Life truly is a competition. I think that that's a really great thing to learn early on; that way you don't go through life thinking that just trying your hardest and doing your best is ever good enough. I truly feel sorry for the poor suckers who believe that crap.
So Mom, thank you so much for giving me the lessons that I need to succeed in life. You know what, maybe I WILL go flip burgers at McDonalds! And hey, maybe I'll even be the BEST burger flipper! Will that make you happy?
~Book
March 3, 2011
The potatoes flew off the roof into's Kats hair!
Dearest Darling Readers,
If you are confused about the title, I asked a good friend to give me a short humorous sentence and this is what they said. Kat is a friend of ours if you're wondering.
I'm going to tell you a story now in the hopes that it will brighten your day. So when I was in the DR with Jane, her previously anti-social father relaxed and opened up a little bit and told me about an old friend of his. One day he and his friend were hungry, so they stopped at this all German restaurant. This restaurant had everything in German, even the Menu's. Growing up in Europe and being wise to the ways of German chefs, Jane's father ordered the safest thing he knew, the wurst. Trying to impress, his friend ordered some large, complicated meal off the menu. When the meals arrived, he got the surprise of finding that he'd somehow managed to order a whole, boiled pigs head! That's right, a large and very much boiled pigs head, split right on down the middle. And this guy, He had no idea how to even eat it! He was trying to carve the cheeks off and was picking at it with his, but still pretending like it was exactly want he'd intended on ordering!
The moral of this story is: When ordering at a German restaurant, unless you know what it is, just go for the wurst! Because you might end up with a boiled pigs head. Delicious!
With Love,
Bimbo
If you are confused about the title, I asked a good friend to give me a short humorous sentence and this is what they said. Kat is a friend of ours if you're wondering.
I'm going to tell you a story now in the hopes that it will brighten your day. So when I was in the DR with Jane, her previously anti-social father relaxed and opened up a little bit and told me about an old friend of his. One day he and his friend were hungry, so they stopped at this all German restaurant. This restaurant had everything in German, even the Menu's. Growing up in Europe and being wise to the ways of German chefs, Jane's father ordered the safest thing he knew, the wurst. Trying to impress, his friend ordered some large, complicated meal off the menu. When the meals arrived, he got the surprise of finding that he'd somehow managed to order a whole, boiled pigs head! That's right, a large and very much boiled pigs head, split right on down the middle. And this guy, He had no idea how to even eat it! He was trying to carve the cheeks off and was picking at it with his, but still pretending like it was exactly want he'd intended on ordering!
The moral of this story is: When ordering at a German restaurant, unless you know what it is, just go for the wurst! Because you might end up with a boiled pigs head. Delicious!
With Love,
Bimbo
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