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Pet Peeves…
Everyone has them, and I for one am no different. But mine are a little more nick nacky than the typical nail biting, pen clicking, or foot tapping cases. To be honest, I don’t even have that many compared to the usual individual’s list, but it doesn’t take away from the magnitude of how deep they get under my skin.
Numero Uno on my list: the overuse of the phrase “lol” (for those of you unfamiliar with “lol”, in the instant messaging/ text realm, it stands for ‘laugh out loud’). I know, I know, it may seem a bit ridiculous, but you have to understand where I’m coming from before you jump to a conclusion. Sure if I’m texting someone and he/she/ or I text something quite humorous, go ahead and throw your beloved “lol” in there. My only issue comes into play when my 21st century pen pal and I are discussing a topic not even relatively funny, but yet they still have the nerve to insert the lackluster acronym for a phrase. Unless “what are you doing?” is some comedian’s new punchline and I’m the only one unaware, then what about it is so funny to where I would seriously laugh out loud? Trust me, I understand that 83.23% of the time it’s used as an ice breaker or applied for comedic relief, and not supposed to be taken literally, but why even use it at all? I move that we, as a human race, abolish this horrendous saying and replace it with something with more substance, like I don’t know, actual conversation! You be the judge, I’m only writing MY opinion.
This brings me to number two: the phenomenon simply recognized as “:)”. Oh yes! The highly contagious smiley face that’s popularity spread faster than hope once Obama took office. Truthfully, I don’t have a problem with it as a whole, I just find it odd when people of the male species text the universal symbol for jubilation. I honestly don’t partake in the new “cool” thing, but it’s been made apparent that I’m one of “the few, the proud, the people who don’t send smiley faces!” Though, I wouldn’t mind meeting the person who had the pure genius to put two seperate gramatical symbols together in order to create a new category of punctuation. Whoever it was, he or she has to be in the company of Tom from myspace and the person responsible for facebook. It’s almost like the Frankenstein of grammar and composition, crafted for the forces of good, but still managed to take a sharp left turn to the dark side.
Last but far from least, the overly repeated, ditzy, valley girl esque saying, “I know right.” To me, this has seemed like a national plague, affecting anyone intrigued by the latest fad, or any trend followers. It may not even be the words themselves, but instead the manner they’re presented in. To me, when someone uses those three words, it comes off as some arrogant, lack of brain matter, remark. I honestly can’t stand it!
Maybe I am a little too picky when it comes to my pet peeves, but then again, they are MINE so I’m entitled to my own opinion.
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Lebron James.
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It’s Not Like It Used To Be
I wish I could go back to the days when I had my mind set on what I wanted to be for my career. Granted I was 10 and I wanted to be the starting quarterback for the Green Bay Packers, but at least my mind was made up, there wasn’t any indecision. Now I’m near the end of my free education experience, and I have no standout idea for what I’d like to do.
I have plenty of ideas, but I can’t really decide on one single thing. In a way I’d like to do them all if at all possible.
As of right now, the front runner would have to be owning my own small business, but then again, I would really like to tap into the world of fashion. No not in the design sense (believe me, I couldn’t draw to save my life), but more in the area of a stylist job. Clothes intrigue me and it’s something I really enjoy, so I guess I could add those ideas together, divide by two, and come out with the average product of owning my own clothing store. Sounds good right?
Not so fast. There’s one more thing. Standing toe to toe with fashion, I would really enjoy becoming a DJ or a music producer. Not some radio DJ with the name Dizzy Dave broadcasting out of his mother’s basement, but the guy who makes a living of being a renowned beat/song mixer, always being booked by the grand daddy of all parties and events.
I don’t know what to do. I mean, I know it’s still early and I have plenty of time to decide, but I have to admit, it’s difficult and quite a bit scary.
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I Am So Over…
the Twilight craze. It has seriously become insane. I understand people enjoy the books, movies, fan sites, etc. But it’s been over a year now since the first of four motion pictures, Twilight, was released, and people are still freaking out about it. I think it’s slowly, but surely, getting to the Harry Potter status, which in record sales talk would be considered double platinum. Hopefully, the author will keep it at four books, so I only have around 3 years left of the madness. Now all I can do is wait, and pray for some senseless person to write about a lonely alien that develops and attraction for a young korean woman. Hmm well with the success of the other fantasy books, I might as well write it.
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Yeah, he’s a beast.
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MVP Status.
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Day #10:Nashville
Back in September I came to Nashville for the first time, and I loved the city. So being that I got the chance to come back for a second time, I was ecstatic. I don’t even like country music that much, but something about the city just intrigues me. Whether it be the joyous spirits of every musician on each street corner, the abundance of people packing in to each bar to listen to what band was playing, or the non stop music no matter which way you turn.
Our day started with some of the best pancakes I have ever had, no joke. I ordered the swiss chocolate chip pancakes, and whoa, they were amazing. In the process of enjoying my breakfast, I experienced my first celebrity (or I guess you could consider him that) sighting. Dude’s name is M.J., and he was on the Philadelphia season of the hit MTV show, the Real World. I never really watched the show that much, but I do remember him somehow. My first reaction to seeing him, was to tell the girls thinking they’d freak that he was there. Oddly enough, only Mehleena knew what I was talking about. After we were done eating, some of the girls went over to talk to him, and found out that he wasn’t a jerk like we had predicted. I was pretty surprised.
Soon after, Michael, Kelton, Brandon, and I ventured off to go find a story. It took us a few tries, but we finally found an interesting story that needed to be told. I don’t want to get into depth what the story was about, because you can easily go watch it at www.htvmagazine.com.
After about a two hour shoot, we me up with the rest of the gang, and boarded the motor-coach, headed for Opryland. Back in September when I came to Nashville for the first time, I had gone to the Grand Ole Opry, so I didn’t feel like spending forty dollars to go this time.
Finally we arrived, the guys split from the girls, and started touring the mall, looking for anything to occupy our time. There was rumor of some of the group going to see the movie, Watchmen, but being that I am not 17 years-old, it wasn’t an option for me.
So Michael, Kelton, and I walked around, going from sports store to sports store, obnoxiously asking if they carried Missouri merchandise. We did this because the previous night, Missouri celebrated a 102-91 victory over Memphis. Every store we asked looked at us like we were from another planet, we informed them that their judgement was wrong, we were from Missouri.
Once we were tired of walking, we started on the journey of looking for a place to sit, and watch the night’s NCAA tournament basketball games.
Our first stop, Dave and Busters. I guess at this certain restaurant, you have to be 18, unless accompanied by an adult. How lame is that? It’s not like we’re going to drink alcohol or anything. We just wanted to watch the game. So that plan was shot down, but before we left, something very interesting happened. Waiters and waitresses were coming up to us all night asking if we had been served yet and we kept informing that we had. Well there was one waitress that came up, but didn’t ask us the same question. She had something in her hand, and gave it to michael. Before she walked away she said, “this isn’t from me, but here you go.” Michael looked at it, and it was a sugar packet with the words, “hey cutie” on it. I lost it. Never in my life have I witnessed something of its type.
A little bit later, our journey finally ended at TGI Fridays. I was still a little stuffed from the pancakes earlier that morning, but a basketball game is always made better with food. The games started and they were pretty much blowouts. So most of my night’s entertainment was made up from talk from Michael and Kelton.
After the games were over, we started heading toward the bus. When everyone else boarded, we finally took off, headed for home sweet home.
I have one more blog to write, so stay tuned.
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Missouri’s Marcus Denmon’s 3/4 court shot to beat the buzzer in the game against Memphis. Mizzou went on to win the game 102-91.
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J.T. Tiller in the second half of the Sweet Sixteen game against Memphis. Tiller had 23 points to help lead the Tigers to a 102-91 win.
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Day #8:Charlotte, NC
North Carolina was so much better than VA Beach, but that’s not saying much. Our day in NASCAR Nation started off at where else? Lowes Motor Speedway. Seriously? Like come on. I’m definitely not a NASCAR dude, and I let it be known every chance I get. But I have to admit, this little tour we took of the track was pretty interesting. I’m not going to lie, I think I enjoyed it a little bit.
After the track, we went to our hotel. The rooms smelled like old lady and prune juice. I don’t know what that really smells like, but our room made me think up that smell. Once everyone that was going was ready, we headed out to the mall. I hate having money, but not being able to spend it. It was very depressing when I was looking at some shoes in the Puma store that were just sick. But I couldn’t get them because I need to use the rest of my money for food.
Eventually we left the mall and came back to the hotel. At this old lady/prune juice smelling hotel was a Lacrosse team. AHH! I wanted to play so bad, it was unreal. Lacrosse is so much fun to play, and I was totally ready to get some pads on and hit someone, but no one offered to do that.
So I got stuck watching NBA basketball in our room. I wasn’t too happy about that, because we’re in Charlotte, and I ended up doing the same thing i could of done at home. Luckily the games I watched were nail biters, or I would of been a little ticked.
Soon after the games, I dozed off and went to sleep. Stay tuned for more.
