So, apparently, I now live 25 min from Miami beach. Awesome.
People Need to Die: Why my GA is an idiot.
So, I am a very anger fueled person. Not that I need anger management or anything. I am just very easily irritated and I use anger as defense mechanism, motivator, and a source of energy if you will.
“I’m a red lantern in the DCU.”
However, there are 3 broad categories of things that just get under my skin like nothing else.
A. Things I find stupid.
B. Things I don’t understand.
C. When people get in my way.
Whenever I encounter one of these things, no matter how big or small the situation is, I tend to have the same reaction.
“…And there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled upon the earth.”
Revelations 8:7
I can be very hurtful, destructive and nasty. I have matured to the point where I realize that this is not always healthy, productive, or the best way to get what I want. So, on pain of death I have been trying very hard to control my reactions. I stop to think, is this worth getting upset about? Is anger the best way to accomplish what I want? What are alternate solutions? This morning however, I came across a situation that I believe, deserves my upmost rage-filled tempest of swirling doom.
So, there I was taking a test (in a class that I have complained about before) blazing through it. Bam wam thank you ma’am. What I didn’t not know was that when I had sat down, my phone had jutted out of my pocket. Early on in the test, the GA walked over and saw the phone. He asked to confiscate it. At this point, I’m still ok, I apologized for having my phone out and handed it to him. I get it. You see a phone, have to make sure no one is cheating. Since I wasn’t cheating, I didn’t think twice or get upset. I even unlocked for him when he asked. I calmly finished my test and got up to turn it in. That’s when he pulled me aside and said. “Here’s the thing, I can’t tell that you weren’t cheating. So I’m going to have to give you a zero.”
“THIS JUST GOT REAL.”
Are you kidding me? What do you mean that you can’t tell if I was cheating? So I broke it down for him. For starters, my phone wasn’t even completely out of my pocket. Secondly, it was locked. You saw me unlock it. No apps were open. I wasn’t even touching it. Those are just the obvious. Less obviously, I guess I could have been googling for answers or something, if I could ever get any signal or Wi-fi in that stupid classroom. I finished my test extremely fast after the confiscation without the phone because I didn’t need it. I at least got a B. (Let’s be real. I’m just trying to be modest. I aced that sucker.) Anyways, in all that time, he went through my phone. I’m pretty sure if I was cheating you’d be able to find out easily.
“My grandpa knows how to use it better than me.”
The reason you didn’t find proof of cheating is because I was not cheating. Stupid. And not that I’m too upset about the fact that you went through my phone, because I don’t have anything to hide, but I feel he should have waited for me and my consent/willingness to prove my innocence. What’s really irking me about all of this is just how ridiculous the situation was. I mean, the closest thing I have to a reference source on my phone is the Pokédex.
“Actually, it would help a lot if bible characters were Pokémon.”
In frustration I yanked my phone out of his hand and I left but not before chewing him out. I had breakfast and class to get through. On top of all of this, I can’t say my pride isn’t hurt. To be fair, the GA doesn’t know that I don’t need to cheat in this class. I’ve mentioned before that my mom has drilled this stuff in my head since I was a fetus. Also, it was ridiculously easy test and it is a ridiculously easy class.
“If you saw this movie, you already know half the answers on this test.”
I was pretty fuming for about an hour after the incident, but then I remembered that I am an art major. My GPA won’t matter much. As long as I pass the class, I’m not sure I care what grade I get. Don’t get me wrong, I’d like an A, but I calmed down after I realized it was not the end of the world. So here is what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna go complain to whoever handles these cases, behave myself properly and hope for the best. If I get a zero on the test, oh well. I didn’t cheat, I know the material, my conscience is clear and that’s that. But if that pudgy GA crosses me again… I swear I’m going to…
“Forgive… I’m going to forgive the crap out of him.”
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First four minutes of the first episode of The Last Airbender: The Legend of Korra
Courtesy goes to James
It’s all previously released footage but seeing it all come together is always a treat.
Download link here
Teeny-weeny Korra!
I can’t get over how adorably cuddly she looks, even when kicking a hole through the wall.
“DEAL WITH IT!”
Oh, and her mom looks like such a sweetheart. What a cute family.
OMG I’M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS. And it comes out on my birthday :3
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The voice cast of Spongebob redubs Casablanca, Singin’ in the Rain, and The Godfather.
nothing more needs be said
This is true art.
i have faith in the world again
The End is Near: A revised, more realistic set of goals.
So, as much as it scares me, I can’t put off planning my future much longer. Graduation is just around the corner and before I know it, I’ll have to make a decision or risk ending up on the street selling roses with my Uncle Ramon.
“If you ask for Carlos, he’ll sell you some drugs.”
So, whether I end up back home or anywhere else it will be decided sometime soon. Yep… Big decisions… A lot of factors… Uncertainty… Fear of failure… Ummm… excuse me while I go barf my weasely black guts out.
“So a jew, a black guy, and Lizza Minelli walk into a bar…”
Anyways, before I go about planning the next phase of my life, I realize that I need to have clear set goals. While my goals have (obviously) been changing as I have, the last time I consciously listed my goals was back when I was 16 and thinking about college. Back then I wanted to be either a pediatrician or a marine biologist. To be fair, I only wanted to be a marine biologist because I thought that it meant I could swim with whales pretty much all the freaking time. Also, a small part of me still wanted to have his own Playplace (you know… for my kids… *squirrelface). Now I’m 21, I’m 100 percent sure I want to design for a living somehow, somewhere in an awesome city (D.C) . I also know that I will own a pet monkey someday. And a motorcycle. And lavish vacations every year.
“Every Year”
Anyways, one of my new revised goals is getting married in 2017. Not going to consider getting married sooner. I know I’m always complaining about wanting to get married, and I’m the guy that has already picked out his bride’s dress, the bridesmaid dresses, the cake, the music, the decorations, the location, the colors, the band, and I’ve designed my invites and save the dates already, and I’m the guy who has already written his vows. I mean, to be honest, I have multiple well thought out and planned scenarios, including one where I offend my best man and he decides not to come so I have to have a back up best man.
“Sorry Brian”
But anyways, upon further examination of my life, I have decided that I won’t get married until 2017.
“For(ever) personal(one) reasons.”
Another personal goal I am going to focus on this transition of life is staying in shape. I have been blessed with a very strange metabolism that has allowed me to stay under 150 lbs without too much effort on my part. I could eat just one cookie one and be full all day, or eat 4 plates at each meal of the most unhealthy bile on earth. But I know that won’t last forever. Sooner or later I’m gonna get fat is I keep this up. So I’m planning on getting in shape and staying there. I’m currently training to do a 20K and plan on focusing on getting a little built after school is over. Point being, I don’t want to die from a heart attack at age 28. Healthy lifestyle for a successful life.
“This kid could probably take me right now.”
Moving on, lately I’ve had a lot of high school memories resurface. Thanks to my bestie without testes Rita. Not that I miss high school, I hated it, but to my surprise I realized that I actually miss a lot of people. I wonder what would have been if we kept in touch. Would we still be friends? Would we be even better friends? It has been almost 4 years. I’m not gonna go hunt down and catch up with everyone I went to high school with. We drifted apart and I’m ok with that. It was expected. Let’s be real, how influential were my friends in high school? Really? (there are a few exceptions of course.) I don’t want that to happen with my friends now. To be clear, I’m referring to a small group of my best friends. See, friends I consider my equals. My best friends are those I consider my betters. I can’t imagine my life without them. Not to get all mushy and stuff, but I really hope we stay close and visit each other. They are most certainly welcome to visit me anytime to use my Playplace.
“It’ll be like Neverland without the minor molestation.”
With all that being said, my main goal, above all else, is to live a godly, purposeful life with no regrets and to make the most of what I’ve been given. I love designing and art. As long as I’m doing that, I think I’m gonna make it just fine.
