hiep tran
there was a kid at my high school by that name, pronounced hep tron. what a great kid. he was the kind of guy who people really didn't make fun of, but at the same time he was a funny figure. if that makes sense. he was about 5' 3'', he didn't speak much english, but let me assure you we genuinely liked the guy so we were never assholes to him. anyways, since my friends and i were kinda in charge of yearbook and video yearbook editing (mistake on the school's part because inside jokes and drawings of penii were rampant), we gave hiep lots of awards and stuff. example given: winner of "most nominations for 'senior bests'" in the senior best section. it was a made up category. he received zero votes. one time we brought him into a pep assembly on the shoulders of the track team. he loved it.
the point of me telling you all this: there isn't one.
so i forced myself to watch that weakest link show last night because, like everyone else, i despise that women and i say know your enemies. i wanted to see if i had juste cause for hating her. not only did i come to the conclusion that i do, but the show also strengthened my belief that reality tv is the WERST thing on the boob toob right now. i consider it and all the people associated with it the scum of the earth. i'll take the Sein any day babee.
i saw the Sein, and it opened up my eyes i saw the Sein.
i realize i may be THE most annoying blarger in herstory. i have no specific format, like zach, i'm rarely short, to the point, and ingenious anymore like matt, and i never have any interesting stories to tell like marc, ryan, jenn, and all the others. plus my taste in music can be closely compared to black licorice. some people hate it, a few love it (me and the 15 year olds), but most people could care less. just like the hersey i used to get for a nickel! for that reason, i can't make cool reviews or posts about indie rock like quinn or the other neato blogs around town.
what a sad state of affairs i have found myself in. faaaaaaaa-hoegs.
there was a kid at my high school by that name, pronounced hep tron. what a great kid. he was the kind of guy who people really didn't make fun of, but at the same time he was a funny figure. if that makes sense. he was about 5' 3'', he didn't speak much english, but let me assure you we genuinely liked the guy so we were never assholes to him. anyways, since my friends and i were kinda in charge of yearbook and video yearbook editing (mistake on the school's part because inside jokes and drawings of penii were rampant), we gave hiep lots of awards and stuff. example given: winner of "most nominations for 'senior bests'" in the senior best section. it was a made up category. he received zero votes. one time we brought him into a pep assembly on the shoulders of the track team. he loved it.
the point of me telling you all this: there isn't one.
so i forced myself to watch that weakest link show last night because, like everyone else, i despise that women and i say know your enemies. i wanted to see if i had juste cause for hating her. not only did i come to the conclusion that i do, but the show also strengthened my belief that reality tv is the WERST thing on the boob toob right now. i consider it and all the people associated with it the scum of the earth. i'll take the Sein any day babee.
i saw the Sein, and it opened up my eyes i saw the Sein.
i realize i may be THE most annoying blarger in herstory. i have no specific format, like zach, i'm rarely short, to the point, and ingenious anymore like matt, and i never have any interesting stories to tell like marc, ryan, jenn, and all the others. plus my taste in music can be closely compared to black licorice. some people hate it, a few love it (me and the 15 year olds), but most people could care less. just like the hersey i used to get for a nickel! for that reason, i can't make cool reviews or posts about indie rock like quinn or the other neato blogs around town.
what a sad state of affairs i have found myself in. faaaaaaaa-hoegs.
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