The day in which I try to save slaves and play an Irish whistle

19 05 2007

It’s funny, because I tell people (and myself) that I am a morning person, yet I never wake up in the morning anymore. The only reason I see the sunrise is because I’m up late (or early) enough to see it. See, I would tell you I’m doing something really productive like writing an essay, reading, or saving kids in Africa or something, but really, I find myself doing nothing.

Anyways, I’m sidetracking. I want to tell you about slaves and Irish whistles. I woke up at 11 by the way.

About the slaves, well I own 40 of them…just kidding.

I only own 20.

Just kidding again, I own none. I know not having any slaves to do things for oneself seems really depressing. I know, i know, they can do this and that for you, I know! But deep down, I feel morally wrong about it, but if you feel that I should think otherwise, feel free to e-mail I’m just kidding about e-mailing me…Unless you have a really crazy argument, which I doubt you have. (and even if you do, which you probably don’t, I still wont buy a slave. I think.)

OK, OK (did you know the proper way to write ok is “OK” and not “ok”?) so I wasn’t contemplating buying a slave. I was trying to help stop the Hershey company from using child slaves in the Ivory Coast. I don’t know how much signing petitions in the U.S. will help children thousands of miles away, and I don’t particularly feel like I’ve done anything, but I hope I did. Every action leads to a reaction, right? I think I wrote that just to make myself feel like I made a difference. One day I’ll go to the Ivory Cost and save all the children. I haven’t worked out the logistics yet, but I will.

Aside from that, I am deeply saddened. Saddened because the chocolaty goodness that is a Hershey’s candy bar wont be part of my diet anymore. Oh, Nestle, too. No! Why did they have to go an use slaves to make their candy. I guess it could be worse. Like if the electric companies decided to use slaves to turn their turbines, and I wouldn’t use their electricity because they use slaves to turn their turbines.

That would be bad, I think.

I said I’d talk about an Irish whistle, also. Well, after watching Braveheart yesterday, I felt like I needed to play a bagpipe, or a flute or something. You know, to connect with my non-existent Scottish and Irish heritage. Well, bagpipes and flutes are really expensive, so I decided, why not try the Irish whistle. Because the whistle was a fraction of the price of the bagpipe or the flute, I decided it sounded better, too. (even though I didn’t know what it sounded like) I guess my title was a bit misleading because I haven’t actually got my whistle yet, but once I do, I’ll tell you all about how amazing and Gaelic is it. Deep down, I feel like if I learn to play it and learn to fight with a sword, I will become a warrior-poet, like Braveheart. After I receive my whistle and learn how to use a sword, I’ll tell you if I feel anymore warrior-poety.

Home, sweet home.

Farewell, I am off to battle.


P. (erfume) S. (craps) Anita wanted a shoutout. Does giving shutouts make my blog tackier?


My new favorite word for the time being

16 05 2007

My new favorite word for the time being is penchant.

Why? I don’t know. I learned about the seven letter bundle of…letters(?) when we were going over the “p” words in 5th grade… maybe 6th… well, I dunno, it could’ve been like 11th or 12th. But that is besides the point! The point is that for the next few years or days or hours or minutes or however long it takes me to find a new favorite word, penchant will be that word. Well, it can be yours too, if you want, but you should come up with your own reason to like it, because if you copy my reasons, then I don’t think you could really say that you enjoy the word penchant because it would be more like you enjoy that I enjoy the word penchant.

Anyways, when the word first popped into my head, I was filling up my Brita pitcher. I stood there for a good 1 minute and 24 seconds…maybe 23, but definitely not more than 25 …which, by the way, is a ridiculously long time for the water to drip through the four tiny filter…hole….thingies (that I believe should be bigger). Now, I know how exiting standing there watching water slowly drip into a pitcher through four filter-hole-thingies is, but believe me, it gets better! …I was using a yellow cup with a rhino on it to pour water into the pitcher! (I’m not sure if proper english would let me use ellipses like how I just used them, but I feel it is the only way to express the pause that I wanted after the exclamation mark.)

Cool, right! A yellow cup! And a rhino! Ellipses!

Anyways, that really had nothing to do with my story about how the word penchant came into my head, because there really is no story. It just sorta came to me, and I sorta decided that I liked it, and I sorta felt exited, and sorta felt like i should blog about it. I feel like i should stop using the word sorta. Ok, that was the last time.

Sorta funny. You know why? I thought penchant meant something like perhaps or maybe…hmm. Perhaps and maybe mean similar things… ok, I decided that penchant sounds more like perhaps, since maybe is an ugly word. (maybe could probably win the ugly word contest, for being fugly)

Guess what!

Penchant means a strong liking for something. And for those of you who are probably thinking how I just found this out and that I probably used to do so, well, I did.

Penchant I like cats

Penchant maybe is fugly

I have a penchant for cats, but not for the word maybe. I also have a penchant for beautiful women…that are smart.

I have a penchant to say later days,


P. (enchant) S. (nakes) Vanessa said to give her a shout out on my blog. I am not sure how you “shout out” on a blog, but I imagine you do so with caps. So without further ado, let me turn on my caps lock key. OK, IT IS ON. I BELIEVE THIS IS A SHOUT OUT TO VANESSA…ON A BLOG…USING CAPS TO REPRESENT SHOUTING AND OUTING. OK I’M DONE. REALLY.


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