defeating the flu?

recently, scientists have begun lab studies on a super-medicine that will defeat the flu. but besides the obvious problems like side effects, high cost, and ultimately having much of the world turning into zombies tryign to kill will smith, is this worth it?

every morning, i refuse to have coffee

because i prefer other drugs

but seriously, check out this cool video done by a french band, subtitled in english and think about how all the kids that aren’t smoking weed in college are bigger druggies than the potheads.

Question: Inverted Naps?

What do you call the a period of time where you are awake in between sleeps, but not long enough to do anything really worth waking up for in the first place, so you get so bored you just go back to sleep?

i cracked

Twenty minutes ago, my grand facebook denial scheme fell apart. For shame.

I need to wallow in self-pity and feed my addiction for a while. Until then….

ugh, have you heard?

chris brown hit rihanna, because she gave him herpes.

i could stop there, and this would probably be a perfectly legitimate blog post, but you might be questioning why i bothered telling you this…
ironically enough, its because i dont give a shit, and because true or false, either way it sucks for chris brown and rihanna.

The Neighbors

I dug this up from the depths of my computer. I wrote this a while ago for some random English project, so if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it.

Everyday we heard screaming coming from the neighbor’s house. At first, the high-pitch screams were frightening, but as the days past we grew used to the constant arguments flowing out of the house. The two people, Mrs. Robinson and Mr. Facet, had actually been divorced for a couple years, yet for some reason, both refused to leave the rotting shack they called home. While most of the houses on the street stood glamorously as a symbol of the wealth and success of their residents, the neighbor’s house seemed to stand out, losing all of its former prestige.

a snapshot of harris and ibi

*Harris is also depriving himself of Facebook for the time being.

harris: i need pics
harris: of our faces
ibi: i dont know shit bout editing
harris: yeah
ibi: go to facebook
harris: …
ibi: right
harris: idiot
ibi: knew that

Nostradamus

The world ends December 21st, 2012. 

The fact that I have such a limited time to live, and yet I find my self sitting here typing up a blog is a true testament to my work ethic. I could be learning about coelomates or writing about transcendentalism, but in the end, what the fuck does that all matter? Instead, I find myself sitting here hoping that divine intervention will find its way to me tomorrow when I get tested on arbitrary facts that will never again matter in my (presumably) short life. I’m guessing that you’re in the same boat, and so I invite you to join me in the simple art of procrastination through the use of this blog.

P.S. Divine intervention- If you could bring me some China White too so i can wave it in front of Ibi’s face until hes condemned to another withdrawal, I’d appreciate that… his crackchapped lips couldn’t stay closed long enough for me to introduce myself.

my lent

one other thing. i’ve given up facebook for thirty days, and i’m currently on day 3.  i have never tried crack, nor do i want to, because once i inevitably get arrested and sent to rehab, i never want to go through withdrawl, which is what i’m in right now.

socks, favre, and my blog cherry

I have two options. One, do my reading and my homework.  Two, write something for the blog.  If you’re reading this and still don’t know which one I picked, get off my website.

There are sock gremlins.  They are organized, unionized, and most likely have a vendetta against feet.  I came to college with a drawer full of socks; today, I have 13.  That’s total, people. Not pairs. I have an odd number of socks. And I am not an amputee.

Other things going through my head that are fit to print (suck it, new york times)

My hero, Brett Favre retired today.  Well, okay, he was my hero for a long time, broke my heart when  him and the Packers had a “messy divorce”, as SI and ESPN.com love to call it, went to the Jets, kicked ass for half the year, became Brinterception (Brett + interception) for the second half of the year, and is now calling it quits, again. For good. We think. I think he’s done.  I love football, everyone, I love the Packers only a little less than my family, and you’ll see that reflected in my posts.

more to come. maybe later, maybe tomorrow. just dont stop hitting refresh.