Buen provecho
[ 5 Comments ] Posted on 10.22.04 in food, high school
School is in full swing, and as such I haven’t been able to update much during the week. School has consumed me and there’s nothing I can do to combat that but go every day and make the best from a situation in which I would prefer not to be in.
For example, at lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the a la carte line in the lunchroom sells steak burgers. These aren’t your normal hamburger – oh no. They are twice the size and, though they cost a whopping $2.75, I’m willing to throw out the extra buck for superior processed “meat” topped with melted “cheese.”
The new steak burgers (or so they call them; I don’t see any steak in there) have made me such a happy man that I can make it through the week virtually unscathed. Such a fact just goes to show that food makes life worth living.
Either that or it just sustains us until we inevitably die. Either way.
You got pwned
[ 1 Comment ] Posted on 10.16.04 in observations
When I was at the store today with my mother (because she was the only one who would play with me because Homecoming took it out of all my friends), I was thinking.
When I’m a man of independent resources and a steady income, I’m going to exclusively buy store-brand items. Meat, cheese, milk, soda, aspirin; it’s all the same in every respect except pictures on the box and price.
However, there is one product that I will not skimp on. If you dare bring me the store brand ultra thin and sandpaper-esque toilet paper, I will disown you.
And if I don’t own you, I’ll push an amendment through Congress with my charm and good looks to reinstate slavery, purchase you as my slave as to make me your proprietor, then push through Congress with the aforementioned charm and good looks an amendment that again abolishes slavery just to say that, because of your ill-fated decision to pursue savings over quality, I disowned you. And don’t think I’m bluffing; I hold a great influence over Congress. I can’t tell you why though – you know, classified CIA inspector stuff.
In any case, it’s only Charmin Ultra Double Roll for me. Nothing else can satisfy, even if it’s on sale.
Homecoming Huzzahs
[ 8 Comments ] Posted on 10.12.04 in awesomeness, complaints, high school
Homecoming week is insanely overrated. Girls pacing in the hallways talking to other girls about “him,” everyone dressing up for exceedingly lame theme days in the week leading up to the dance, and, yes, even the dance itself.
There are only three aspects of this week that have me somewhat excited:
First, there is a general lack of schoolwork. Teachers, for some reason, see what I do not in regards to this occasion and, as such, they aren’t assigning much work. Huzzah for controlled apathy!
Second, Wednesday is the only good theme day, especially for the Juniors this year. We are dressing in the garb of the 1970s: the decade of Welcome Back Kotter, Richard Milhouse, and the later years of the unwarranted military action in Viet Nam. In fact, I just went to the local Salvation Army to find pants that complement my and white leather shoes. Huzzah for the attire of the poor people who saw the last of the Volkswagen Beetles roll off the line in 1974 to make way for the ever-lame Superbeetles!
Last, there is football on Thursday. Though I’ll have to finagle getting out of the weekly Thursday Night Chicken Wing ritual at O’Keefe’s with my family, I look forward to seeing the PHUHS ‘Canes grab their second win of the season. Granted, our first win was just last week, but I’m going out on a limb and guessing that this is the beginning of a trend and our season is on the up-and-up. Huzzah for, if anything, a good laugh!
Other than that, the general atmosphere of Homecoming isn’t special. I’m not saying that this is a bad week, as I would never be so Grinch-esque. It’s just another normal week, just made into something it isn’t by people. I don’t blame these folks or look down upon them, it’s a mere difference of opinion.
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P.S. I will, however, be going to dinner on Friday night at Angellino’s. What can I say, I’m a sucker for buffets.