Hot vs. Not

Alright folks, here's a little something I've always thought about when I was growing up. If you're thinking girls, then give yourself a pat on the back. So back in intermediate school and throughout high school, there have always been the really extremely good looking females, dubbed "Hottus bitchae". Kidding. I'm not sure how it was like at your schools, but at mine most, if not all, of the hot girls were in the regular classes and not the "advanced" or "pre-AP" classes. And I always wondered why that was so. Also, because of they're extremely good looks, they hung out with the popular crowd. Note: this can also be applied to the males as well. So now that we've got that covered, through the transitive property of math, being in regular classes was more advantageous than being in the advanced classes if you wanted to be popular. (Of course none of that matters now.)

Therefore, I came up with the hypothesis that since the hot girls received more attention from other boys, they spent more time going out than, say, the ugly girls. And what did the ugly girls do? STUDY! That's right ladies and gentlemen, because the hot girls went out more, they didn't develop good study ethics, and thus in high school did not care much about getting grades but getting pregnant. Also kidding. I'm pretty sure you get the gist of what I'm trying to say. Of course this is not to be taken seriously, just something to think about.

Goodbye

Yesterday, my beloved family dog passed away. I was at Adrian's house playing some random board game with everyone when my dad gives me a call and tells me to come home. Annoyed, I asked why, and that's when he dropped the bomb. All he said was, "Charlie is dead." That was like the most random unexpected reason ever. It really caught me off guard. I was stunned for a moment, and then I dropped everything and headed out the door without even saying bye to everyone. When I got home, everyone was just crowded around in the kitchen, my brother sobbing and my sister upstairs crying as well. I feel bad for my sister because she had just gotten home from Austin and didn't even get to see Charlie while he was alive, and he didn't get to see her before he died. I couldn't do anything but to watch in dispair. I touched his lifeless body and it didn't feel like I was petting him. It really did like I was petting a stuffed animal or something; there was no warmth at all. Throughout this whole ordeal, I didn't shed a single tear. It's always been hard for me to cry over things like this. I mean, even at my grandma's funeral back when I was 10 did I hardly cry. The reason being that seeing everyone so sad and crying caused me to follow suit as well. My brother called me a heartless piece of shit and to burn in hell for not showing any emotion. I just shrugged it off as another one of his many insults. I don't think that he stops to think about the things that come out of his mouth. But whatever, it doesn't matter. There's alot of things I should've done with Charlie while he was still alive. I was going to take more pictures of him yesterday too, but I opted not to. Even now, I don't really think he's gone. It's all too surreal. We're burying him in the morning, well actually in a couple of hours. Cherish what you have while you still have it because when it's gone you're going to regret the things you could've done or wish you should've done.

 
R.I.P. Charlie Nguyen

My Christmas List

Hello everybody, I would just like to tell you that I have been a very good boy this year, and I think I should be rewarded. So without further ado, I present to you my Christmas wishlist:

Yamaha YPG-625 88-Key Piano
List price: $749.99

You see, instead of all the other little rotten boys and girls, I only have one item in mind, and yes it is a piano. But Anthony, you already have two! Nonsense, my real piano I can't possibly carry around with me. And the other? Well, the other one just sucks... seriously. Now, you all might think it's a bit pricey with the three quarters of a grand price tag. But come on guys, what is 750 bucks really worth? Putting a bright smile on my face is worth every penny of your spendings, guaranteed. In fact, you should be more surprised I didn't ask for video games. With a piano, I can entertain you with my music so it's like you're getting your money back! So all in all, we all win. It's as simple as that. So hurry and bust out your credit cards and head to the nearest music store!

Okay fine, I can do with a free dinner. That'd be pretty cool. Or money. Or a giftbasket of money.

Thanks

Everybody is thankful for at least something. Sure, people will say family, friends, blah cliche response blah because it's expected. But aside from those, what are they really thankful for? So this year, I won't give thanks for my charming good looks, stunning personality, or witty sense of humor. I'll give thanks to women. Except the ugly ones. ZING! 

 
"You'd think Oscar would want to get out of his nasty ass trash can for once."

What are you thankful for?

So let's recap my week shall we?

Sunday: All nighted for bio and work
Monday: All nighted for bio again plus work
Tuesday: All nighted for bio and chem
Wednesday: Repeat and work
Thursday: Failed chem like a mother fucker. And get stung by a fucking bee while taking the chem test.

Are you kidding me? How random is that that there is like one bee in the whole giant ass classroom and it just randomly decides to sting me. Ugh, this weekend better be relaxing. REAL relaxing.