So today, I came to PLC (Pharmacy Learning Center) where JayKay was eating Chick-fil-A. It looked delicious, so I decided to go get Chick-Fil-A. When I got back to PLC, I was given a slice of homemade carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. It looked, smelled, and tasted so delicious. I sat down next to JayKay to eat my Chick-fil-A lunch, and he saw the carrot cake. He was so jealous that he didn't get any cake. I didn't give any to him and ate it all by myself.
What's better is he's going to read this post and kick himself.
MLiBTY
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Running a mile
7th grade P.E. class is typically the bane of most kid's existence, especially since every Friday is mile-run Fridays. Since I liked running, I was able to run a mile in 7 minutes. Usually I beat most of the class by about a minute or so. You had to run around the field, but part of the field cuts through a wooded area, and you're supposed to go all the way around the woods. About halfway through the semester, our coach began noticing a lot of people running sub-8 minute times, which is impossible unless you were a really good runner. One day I finished the race and was getting water, and I noticed that no one was finishing after our pack of leaders. Turns out the coach caught the rest of the class cutting through the woods and made them do an additional 5 miles.
MLiBTY
MLiBTY
Friday, October 9, 2009
Strawberry picking
So there was one summer where I was pretty bored and itching to make a few extra bucks. My friend and I decided that we were going to go strawberry picking in the fields. You were paid $2 for every crate of strawberries you packed, so it didn't really amount to very much. You tagged each crate with a sticker so that they knew who had packed it. We weren't feeling particularly energetic that day, so my friend and I positioned ourselves next to cart where everyone dropped off their crates that they packed. Every half hour or so, someone would come along and pick up the crates. In between the pickup times, we would take turns re-tagging the crates that people brought to the cart, while filling up our crates. We ended up going home making $300 for the day while doing about $40 worth of work.
MLiBTY
MLiBTY
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Arcades and quarters
So when I was little, there was a Nintendo game called Guerrilla War. Essentially you had to fight through an entire island and deposit an island dictator. The game was also available in the arcades, but it was nigh impossible to beat. Fortunately for me, I had discovered a nice little bug in the game, where as long as one player was alive and the other player pressed the up button and A+B together, you would come back to life for free. The first time I saw the game in the arcade, I saw two older kids trying to beat the game. They spent at least $30 in quarters on the game trying to beat the game. After they got about 3/4 of the way through the game, they gave up. My friend and I went up and beat the entire game with a pair of quarters.
MLiBTY.
MLiBTY.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Taking out the trash
So when I was in elementary school in second grade, everyone had to take turns taking out the trash. You had to walk all the way down to the 5th grade corridor, where the kids were bigger than you. It took about 7 or 8 minutes to walk down to the big trash room, and by the time you got back, you usually missed the first 10 minutes of afternoon snacktime, and all the good snacks would be gone. The day came when it was my turn. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed that one classroom had left their trashcans out partly filled for whatever reason. I dumped my trash into their trashcans and got back to my classroom. As I looked back, I saw the kid from the other classroom come out to take the trash out. My teacher thought I was amazing for being so efficient and gave me an extra snack. The other kid had to take out two classroom's worth of trash.
MLiBTY
MLiBTY
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Potato Cannon
So I was on the science team in high school, and one of the events we had is called Trajectory. You had to compete against all these other schools in trying to launch a tennis ball to hit a target in the precise location. On the day of the competition, everyone was raving about one of the other high school's wooden contraption. it could launch a tennis ball with a push of a button and flew nice, slow, and smoothly to the target. We brought out our modest contraption, which was made out of PVC piping and a electric generator. On our first practice run, we ratcheted up the pressure to 350 psi and fired the tennis ball straight at the target. The target, which was a flimsy bullseye in the middle of a plastic ring, was completely obliterated. The other teams didn't stand a chance.
MLiBTY
MLiBTY
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
When I was a child, I played piano in concerts, featured with a bunch of the other local kids and piano teachers from the area. After each of my concerts, a man who was the father of another student around my age would come up to me, shake my hand and say in broken accent, "You were flawless."
The second time I saw him after a concert, he said again, "You were flawless." And a third. "Flawless."
In the beginning I was quite flattered, but after a while I began to think that "flawless" was the only word he knew. So one time after a concert, he came up to me and told me I was "flawless." I said, "No. You're son is flawless."
He said to me, "No. He worse than that. He's terrible."
My Life is Better Than Yours
The second time I saw him after a concert, he said again, "You were flawless." And a third. "Flawless."
In the beginning I was quite flattered, but after a while I began to think that "flawless" was the only word he knew. So one time after a concert, he came up to me and told me I was "flawless." I said, "No. You're son is flawless."
He said to me, "No. He worse than that. He's terrible."
My Life is Better Than Yours
Comparisons
My friend and I were walking down the street, and we were stopped by a complete stranger. The stranger turned to me and said, "You look like a smart guy, give me some money and there won't be any trouble." He of course wasn't planning on taking no for an answer. My friend stepped in and said "You're a dumbass" and punched him in the stomach. We went on our merry way while he was collapsed on the ground gasping for air.
MLiBTY
MLiBTY
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Pogs
I used to be on a swim team back when I was younger. Our coach had the idea that he would buy pogs and give them out as incentives for people who worked hard and won their races. This one kid that I really didn't like, really was gung-ho about winning the pogs. He'd swim hard during practice and rack up all the neat looking pogs. He'd show them off and claim he was the best at pogs on the team. One day at a swim meet, he decided to challenge me to a pog game. In my first flip, I took his five favorite pogs. Then I beat him mercilessly in the races all day and my coach gave me a double-metal pog as a reward. Since he didn't win, he got nothing.
MLiBTY
MLiBTY
Friday, September 25, 2009
Whoever said being first in line is awesome
So one time I had to go rent a car so I could go to Las Vegas. I had made a reservation ahead of time for an economy-sized car for $29.99 special rate. When I got to the Enterprise location, there were four customers ahead of me all getting the same economy car deal. The dealer told all of us that there were only four economy-sized cars left, and the four customers in front of me were smiling and relieved that they could still get the deal. After the four of them had signed their contracts and were waiting for the cars, it was my turn. The dealer told me that they were out of economy-sized cars, so they would give me a complimentary free upgrade to a luxury car. I ended up driving out of the lot in a brand-new Audi A4 for the same rate while the other customers stared at their Ford Focus rentals.
MLiBTY
MLiBTY
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Yesterday, I was riding in the car with my friend on the highway when we came behind an extremely slow van in the fast lane. Common rules of the road would dictate this person move for us, but instead he continued to remain. Driving slowly. Before we could swing into the next lane to pass him up however, a police car cut in between us and turned on his lights to pull the van over. Thank you, policeman.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
I visited a carnival one time and walked around looking at the games. I stopped at the ring toss -where the objective is to get a ring on a coke bottle- and stood thinking about whether or not I should play. I knew carnival games were sucker bets so I hesitated, watching other players toss away 5, 10, 20 dollars for ring upon ring. I was about to leave when I saw a bucket full of played rings on the counter. The worker was busy shoveling up other rings that fell on the floor and didn't notice that he had left it there. I swiped 3 rings off the top and the first one I tossed landed perfectly. I walked away with a stuffed clown fish bigger than me, and was the envy of other kids everywhere.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
Friday, September 11, 2009
I was on the highway one day where there was road construction going on ahead in one of two lanes; all cars had to merge into one good lane. Almost all cars had already filed into the one lane and were sluggishly waiting in line, but I decided to keep driving on the other lane and passing them until there was no choice but to move over. When I got to the point of merging, a tan sedan to my side refused to let me in by rushing ahead to cut me off. The more I moved, the more he rushed. With him watching me, I accelerated a little more, and he accelerated into the black truck in front of him. I eventually pulled into the good lane and drove off, while the sedan and truck pulled off the highway to exchange insurance information.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
When I was in High School our biology class was assigned to make up a science project. Students researched for 3 weeks to come up with experiments that detailed DNA replication, genetic recombination, and enzyme function. I procrastinated to the last day and b.s'ed something to turn in by buying flies from a store, microwaving them for a couple seconds, and calling it, "Nuking Flies."
My project was featured on the front page of the local newspaper, along with a segment for the evening news. The biology teacher shook my hand the next day and gave me an A.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
My project was featured on the front page of the local newspaper, along with a segment for the evening news. The biology teacher shook my hand the next day and gave me an A.
My Life is Better Than Yours.
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