Weed.

Ok, guys, I do not do weed.

But sadly, I know someone who does.

:(

His name is....

His name is..........

Holy What the crap!  I forgot his name!  He's in my Bio class and he's been there for the whole year and i forgot his name!

Huh.

Well, I guess I'll call him Huffy...'cause you know...What does a weed-smoker do?....Huff-puff?

But anyway, this is how I found out.


I was in my seat getting my notebook/binder thing out when Huffy comes in late.
He sits down next to me and looks all tired-ish and whatnot and I tell we have to open our booklets and do parts C and D.
He looks up.
"F*ck the state tests, I don't care."

The guy who sits in front of us (Julien) turns around and looks at Huffy.

"Dude, your eyes are mad red"

"Really?"

"Yeah, dude...Did you drink or smoke?"

"Groans...The second one..."

Wow...This guys smokes?

God.  What a loser.

But the weird thing is that I didn't smell a thing on him....so whatever.

But then I kept bugging about it.

I told him that from now on, I would call him Huff-Puff.
Whenever the teacher asked something, I would say Weed loud enough for him to hear it.
ex:  Teacher: What is an example of an activity that releases harmful chemicals into the atmosphere?
Me:  weed....*snickersnicker*

Teacher: Why do animals compete for survival?
Me: weed...*snickersnicker*

It got him and Julien laughing, so that's all I care...

The sad thing is, Huffy comes from a Muslim background, but he's Christian (dumbass), and I'm Muslim, so what I see is a Christian idiot that smokes weed.  Not that I have anything against Christian, but  I mention it because he converted from Islam to Christianity.

No racism or antisemitism here folks...

But he's an idiot, and it got me all worked up, so that is the reason for this post...

And an even stupider thing he said is when he responded to my statement: You should quit.

"Nigga, I can quit whenever I want...

....just don't wanna..."

What an idiot.

And I could tell he was high because he just randomly started curing me off for no reason and starts singing out of nowhere.

God.

And he buys the weed for $5 for like the smallest pinch of weed i have ever seen.

Idiot.

-That Random Guy

PS: WEED IS BAD!  DON'T DO IT!

It's FRIDAY! FRIDAY! Gotta get down -- wait, what the hell? It's Thursday?! .....EVEN BETTER!

Hello, follower(s).

Yes.  I am back.

After a rather longish time...I am back.

Yes.  It is rather crude isn't it?

But that was like 3 minutes of my life wasted so I'M SORRY FOR TRYING TO PLEASE YOU MONSTERS!  GOSH!

In other issues, I am on spring break.  And I got a $50 gift card to BARNES AND NOBLES!

But I don't know what to buy, so I'm kinda bummed about that.

On another topic, I think that I need to post more.  I mean, there are so many accomplished blogs that have like a hundred fricking posts, but its their first month blogging.

And I hear of all these awesome blogs from my sister, who is also one of those accomplished blogs with many followers and such.  I won't disclose her name, because like me, she feels she doesn't want to state her name.

So I'll call her Bubbles.

So Bubbles, just today, was telling me how society is heading towards computers so much that when they want to buy a good book, they have to look online for bestseller lists (I am guilty of this).

But it's true!  Look at all these ereaders coming out!  Nook, Kindle, Sony Reader, jetBook, you name it.  In a few years, kids won't even know that there's such thing as a paper book!

But this is kinda getting boring, so NEW TOPIC!

*transition*

ELEPHANTS!

They're fricking awesome and they don't even do your laundry!  How is this possible?!

I believe I'm done for today, so I'll leave on this note:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnH2pgtt7_I&feature=related

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zwl_wihgalk

-That Random Guy

:D

I Got Hurted

Yup.

I did.

I got hurted.

But it happened on the 28th of March, so I'm kinda late with the story.

So what happened was that there was a gas leak at school at like third period so we had to evacuate the school.  And it stunk pretty bad too.  I was walking to my Trig class and my friend said,"My God, why does it smell so bad."  I however, since I was wearing my lucky glasses today (I only have one pair), did not smell the smelly smell thats smells...smelly. But! (not to be confused with "butt" because that would completely change the meaning of that exclamation)  I concentrated harder and ho! I smelled the gas.  I turn to her (my friend) and said,"Sorry, I should have kept it in till I went to the bathroom."  She looked at me shocked.  And I stared back.

"Are you serious?"
"No! Of course not!  But i think its a gas leak.  We should tell Ms. Hoosak (my Trig teacher)."

So we told her and she told us that she had already told someone and we were going to be evacuated soon after the late bell.

So, to make the backstory a little shorter (yeah! That was the backstory) we all got moved to a neighboring school for thirty minutes and we found out there that it was a natural gas leak, so we all headed back.
And as we entered the building there was this retard (not really, so don't feel bad for him) who took out a lighter and was clicking it to see if everyone, along with him, would burst into flames.  Hah.  When my English teacher heard that, he said he hopes that the kid dies that way.  But then he said he was kidding (psh!)

So how does this relate to my hurt?

Well, because of this, the rest of the periods were shortened to fit within the normal schedule, so instead of playing soccer, we just sat on the bleachers for gym class.  This was where the incident happened.

There was this metal rod sticking out perpendicular to the wall near the top seat.  It was so low that when my friend sat down on the top seat, it was right next to his head.

Anyway, I was walking up the bleachers and I was looking down to get my backpack at the same time when WHAM! I hit the rod straight on with the top of my head.  I fell down, but after a second or two, I got back up and said to myself whatever, I hit my head.  Whoop-di-do.

My friend however pointed at my head and said Oh my God, he's bleeding.
And sure enough, my head was bleeding.  I could feel it trickling down through my hair, and when I put my hand up to it, it was all bloody and stuff.

So yeah, long story short:

Emergency Room
Staples
Gyro

Yeah.  I had a gyro afterwards.

And now, 8 days later, I am writing this after I got back from the hospital after I got the staples removed by a doctor.  The procedure really wasn't that complicated.  The doctor just took something that looked like something he bought at Staples (which he probably did) and yanked out the staples, which didn't really hurt.

I asked the doctor to not throw them away because I wanted to keep them.  Yes.  I am weird like that.  But the sad part is, I forgot them!!!! (there were only two.  the cut wasn't that big)  GRRR!!!!  I was putting my jacket on and I completely forgot about them!  And when I remembered, I was like two blocks away!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Frustration with yourself isn't fun.

-That Random Guy

This Kid...

Okay.  So I was at an Old Navy near my house (well, apartment) and I was buying jeans.  So I take a couple of pairs and go to the fitting room and try them on.  I look in the mirror and choose which one fits me best and I open the door so I can show my mom and my sister.  I call my mom over and ask her how the jeans looks.  She looks at me and then calls my sister over because she has a LOT better fashion sense than my mom.

So my sister comes over and looks at the jeans and then says that they look fine, but then asked whether they were the right size or not.

Sigh.  Sadly, I had gotten a little more wider if you will, so I told her that I needed an inch up, and that if she could get it for me.

And all this time, there was this kid just standing there, looking at me.  A 6 or 7 year old kid and he was just staring at me and my pants while eating his chips.  My sister and I noticed a while back that he was there and we had already passed each other a glance saying wow, this kid is a little freaky.  So my sister turns to this kid and asked him if I looked good.  I didn't think he was going to respond, but the kid makes a face that pretty much says Eh, I don't really like it while mixing it a little with a Yuck, why the hell would he buy that? face.  My sister then asked whether I should get a lighter or darker pair of jeans.  The kid took like a minute and a half while eating his chips just standing their, being quiet.  My sister thought he wasn't going to say anything, and she almost turned away when the kid says

"lighter"


Of course we didn't listen to him and i tried on a pair of darkish jeans that looked pretty good.  So yeah, I bought those pants, and the kid was still a little freaky.  I mean, why would you stare at a guy who's a lot older than you while he's trying on pants.

*Shudders*

Well, I think I've exposed enough of my life for today.

-That Random Guy


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UPDATE:

Oh yeah, and 3-26-11 was my birthday!  Yeah, it's kinda late now, but oh well.  I had an injury to deal with.

And no, I will not reveal my age because I'd like to keep it a secret. (Oh, the suspense!)

Chest Pains

O.k, I really hate when there's a person that's supposed to be doing something for me and then something comes up and they're "busy."  I mean, let's take young, teenager cashiers for instance.
So one day, I am happily doing my groceries and I have all my bread, my eggs, my cheese, my milk...and I'm feeling pretty good about myself.  I think to myself, "Wow, what a great day.  i got my groceries done, the sun is shining, and now I'm going to go home and do something productive.  And all the while there's happy music in the background.

And then I get to the cashier.

The person in front of me finished with their items, so I put my items on the conveyor belt.  Then, right after the guy in front of me grabs his last bag, the young-teenage-girl-behind-the-register's phone erupts in a loud ringtone that  was very obnoxious at the time, already putting my mood off.  she grabs her phone and begins chatting with one of her friends.

Meanwhile, amidst all the hubbub, I am patiently waiting for her to get off her phone and scan my bread.  After what seemed like about 10 minutes, I lean forward and ask politely, "Can you please scan my items?"  She looks up surprised and scans a loaf of bread.  I smile, thinking that I have finally achieved my way to home.

But no.  After scanning only one loaf of bread, the girl turns to lean on the register and talks some more.  She again scanned another item at my specific request (can you please scan my eggs) and she does the same thing.  Same blank face, same swiping of code, and then same going back to talking.

And  after a couple of rounds of this, I'm still standing here, thinking to myself, "Oh my God, please, just f***ing scan the damn milk already!" while keeping a sort-of-smile on my face.  But I think I was giving her the death glare with my eyes, because she looked up, quickly hung up the phone, and scanned the rest of my items, and I was not-so-happily on my way home.

And that's why I really don't like to eat eggs, milk, cheese, and bread together in the same dish, because it reminds me of this day...

Enjoy the spoils of life...

-That Random Guy

This Dude Is Wack

I'm serious.  I am very sure that you will agree with me by the end of this post.
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So as I was coming home from school on the subway, there was these two old guys sitting next to each other in my car.  The one on the right was sleeping, had baggy clothes on, an unshaved, thick stubble, and a wool cap.  The old guy next to him was the COMPLETE opposite of him.  he had a nice haircut, a dress shirt and dress pants, shined-up shoes, a briefcase, and a sweater.
As I mentioned, the guy on the right was sleeping, and when the subway jerked to a stop, he lost his balance and fell into the spiffy guy's lap.

Scruffy:  Hey, man, I'm sorry....imsorry (grumbles tiredly)
Spiffy:  It's ok, it's ok...(you can tell by his face that it's NOT OK.) (he gets up slowly and moves to the door)
Scruff:  Hey! I said I was sorry!
Spiff:  Yes...I know...
Scruff: (getting rather angry) I said I was SORRY!
Spiff: ...........
Scruff:............
Spiff:...........
Scruffy: (glares at spiffy) I know what you did.....
Spiff: (avoiding eye contact) I didn't do anything...
Scruff:  I saw what you did you sonnaffab****
Spiff: (slightly put off by rudeness) ..........
Scruff:  Freakin' lookin' at me like that.... I already said I was sorry...a$$hole...

Spiff got off at the next stop.  I felt really bad for Spiff there... Jerkface Scruffy was being a jerk for no reason, right?  He fell on the other guy's lap, so isn't it expected for one of them to get up?  It's not like Spiff is gonna think to himself, "Yeah, I think I'll stay right here 'cause I can't wait to be fallen on top of by some strange hobo guy."

Yeesh.

I got of at the next stop too because I didn't want Spiff to be the only one leaving the awkward situation.
Plus I had to transfer to another train anyway...

Anyway, enjoy the video (not by me btw)

                                                                    Dub-Over: Beard

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-That Random Guy