Salads are to BBQ, as crack addicts are to urns?

My genetics test went as horribly as it could. Turns out the stuff I thought I knew I really didn’t know and the stuff I worked hard to know I actually knew. le sigh. On the flip side, I think I did OK on my physics quiz for, well, not looking at anything.

Anyway, yesterday was mostly pointless…although I did learn that Marilyn really did exemplify the definition of “sugar-high” last night. I mean she went from being slightly insane to incredibly crazy after a (admittedly larger than usual) Steak n’ Shake shake (double fudge, Mar? I forget). But then all of a sudden she crashed and just stopped talking and was completely committed to her phone playing some game. Weirdo.

Lots of interesting stories in the past few days, so heeereee we go.

• One of my favorite places in town is Gator Dawgs. I probably have mentioned it before…although I don’t think I’ve actually done a review on it. (I did a very mini-review on it actually). I know I said I didn’t think it merited a review because it was good but not great…but two things. One, I gave it an A-. And two, it’s not really about the hot dog but what goes on the hot dog that makes it great. I used to love really big, beefy hot dogs because I liked eating them plain (barely any ketchup or mustard). But anyway, they were about to close down…until the Alligator reported on their eventual closing and people started pouring in, voicing their support and overflowing their tip jar. Now they have a second wind…thank God for journalism saving the day.
• Speaking of food, the absolutely brilliant owners who created Designer Greens (can’t you tell I like D Greens?) are now going back to their roots and opening up a BBQ place nearby Swamp; apparently it’s called Hay’s or something of that sort, but if their salads and sandwiches are any indication, their BBQ should be amazing. In addition, one of the Sonics that closed down will be reopening soon…I personally don’t like Sonic, but it’s a better place to go to when you’re taking a bunch of drunk people home rather than Taco Bell. Or maybe not.
• How can you be idiotic enough to think that cocaine was stored in an urn? Actually, thinking about it, it’s not necessarily a bad place to hide cocaine. But these guys thought there was cocaine in there….instead, they snorted human and animal ashes. The second issue is: what the heck are animal and human ashes doing mixed together????
• Has this state Senator, Mr. Greg Evers, forgotten about Virginia Tech, the recent tragedy at FSU, the Arizona shootings, the University of Alabama – Huntsville incident, etc??? This guy thinks that we should allow anyone to carry firearms on any university campus as long as they have a permit. Apparently, he may have taken Humans vs. Zombies for real….
• UF is now going to be offering a doctoral program in Public Health. I’ve always found public health to be an interesting and engaging subject, and something that merits our full attention especially in this heavily globalized age.
• If you have a GPS and you live in the Southeast, be prepared for frustration. Apparently the Department of Defense is doing some tests that will disrupt GPS service for the next month. Sketchy, right?
• Weirdos in Britain threw a live chicken at KFC employees. Protest? Prank? Stupidity? We don’t know.
• So I know of a girl who has this really cute but really fat cat (the two or three people who have me on Google Reader should know exactly who I’m talking about). Fat cats are cuuute…I mean, really, I read Garfield every day. I don’t know how I feel about other animals being fat…but I guess they’re cool too.
• I don’t have a smartphone still…but I can update my Facebook status via text message. I don’t do it from the bathroom…but apparently a lot of Facebook users do….

Why is the revolving door around Library West STILL not working?

Seriously, I love being immature and going through that door like a little kid. But that sign has been on that door at West since like the second week of fall semester.

So apparently not one question at the Apple conference call was directed toward Steve Jobs’s health…and that’s good. Finally the media has the bit of decency to respect a person and their company (yes, Apple IS Steve Jobs’s company. Maybe Woz’s too). Other than that, the usual boring numbers of earnings came out and we know that Apple is, well, working on something magical again, and that they are really committed to making future MacBook products more like the MacBook Air. I’d like to see how they do that…

I have physics lab tomorrow. I NEVER LOOK FORWARD to physics lab. There’s almost nothing to look forward to in it. Almost.

Anyway, here are some things to keep you busy. Or just to procrastinate.

• This Sushi Bar apparently really doesn’t want your business. Or at least its phone # suggests that way.
• Coffee + Aspirin = a hangover’s best friend? Veronica, Patty and Sally should take note. But Patty doesn’t read this blog anymore. Or at least I don’t think she does.
• I want cats to do my taxes. For some reason BuzzFeed has this huge love affair with cats recently.
• Why would anyone ever EVER EVER want to have a live grenade as a bookend?!?!?!?!
• OH, yeah, WTF with the Trenta cups not showing up at the UF Starbucks????? They’re supposed to be in Florida TODAY and I wanted to have one just for the heck of it. GTL (for the Starbucks unenlightened that’s green tea lemonade) FTW. update: Library West Starbucks had it.
  

Girls crave ice cream on their periods? And other astounding news.

Whenever I find out something incredibly amazing (or, more likely, incredibly stupid to the rest of the world), I take some time to tell everyone about it. I don’t know why, especially because I always get this response of “what the heck, really?”. But I really had no idea that girls crave ice cream on their periods…or at least that’s what one person of that gender proclaims. I wonder what kind of ice cream though…cookies n’ cream? vanilla? strawberry? cherry garcia? Would froyo count as a substitute? (I’m sure for Stacy it would…but it’d have to be Red Mango. The spoons at Mochi piss her off…although they have changed recently).

Anyway, a big welcome to Marilyn for joining the blogosphere! I really find her blog, Cupcakes for Cupid, to be quite the cute one; everything from name to design is just absolutely terrific haha. I also like how she tells a little bit about her personal life in them…but not too much so we don’t end up all creeping on her. I know personally that if I ever told anything of my personal life, viewership on this blog would go from the very little it has to absolutely nothing, haha.

Bored? Trying to procrastinate? Trying to procrastinate on studying like I am? Here ya go.

• There is still much unrest in Tunisia and in the capital Tunis after President Ben Ali fled after nearly three decades of what some might say was authoritarian rule. While the nation is not considered among the most wealthy of Arab nations, it definitely was not third-world or rundown by any means. Economic development was steady, but the youth were growing increasingly furious about the rampant unemployment. The soup was bubbling…until a fruit vendor couldn’t take it anymore. When he set himself on fire in protest after being kicked off the street for not having a permit to sell fruit on the street, he may have not thought his actions would have carried any momentum. Little did he realize that he may have not only changed Tunisian history forever, but may have also set the wheels in motion for other revolutions in the future in the Middle East.
• I finally wrote my first poem today for my Creative Poetry class. It’s about mud. No, seriously. I’ll show it later after it gets critiqued. I’m sure it’ll flop.
• The Tucson shootings finally revealed for the first time the presence of the Radical Left. The Radical Right has shown itself plenty of times in the past few months and years (aka the Tea Party Movement and its more radical followers). But the Radical Left is, quite frankly, a little more frightening. As much as I hate Sarah Palin and her lack of noggin in her head, she has her right to speak her mind. I do believe genuinely, and obviously, that no one spearheading the movement, not Glenn Beck or Sarah Palin, wanted anyone to be physically afflicted from their idea of a revolution. They do not deserve the blame that they are the ones who caused the Tucson shootings to occur; this was simply the idea of a crazed man who took it way too far.
• Of course South Korea would have a guy named Mr. Toilet. Of course Mr. Toilet would have a house in the shape of a toilet. And lastly, of course South Korea would make a museum out of Mr. Toilet’s House. My god.
• Help me out, French friends (Natalie? Stacy? etc.?). A bunch of French kiddies were shown “vintage” electronics, aka what we used to use when we were their age (floppies, Game Boy (non-colors), etc.) and asked what they thought these things were. The answers will make you crack up just a little bit.
• Woman walks straight into a fountain while texting. Enough said.

 

What I Learned Today (& yesterday)

The past few days have been a complete whirlwind to be honest.

• Tumblr users are very defensive of their platform. I must remind them that it’s a MICROBLOGGING SERVICE. Tumblr and WordPress are practically apples and oranges…Tumblr is more like advanced Twitter (you’re not really supposed to make huge posts on Tumblr…but you can definitely go > 160 chars). WordPress is more if you like to get your hands dirty…or like to actually collect stats on viewership.
• The more friends you have, the more discordant the advice gets haha.
• I aim so high so many times that I’ve probably broken my neck by now, hahahaha.
• A lot of my friends apparently were on the fringe of their horoscope dates because a lot of people got all pissy when the new horoscope changes occurred. (Apparently you have to be born after 2009 for these sign changes to take place).
• iOS 4.3 will not only contain WiFi hotspot capability but also be able to support new multi-touch gestures
• Catfights are cool:
• (WARNING: some unnecessary/unintended graphic content because the ladies were probably way too intoxicated to keep their clothes on properly).

Part 1 of Weirdest Photos ever seen/taken/etc.

According to iPhoto I have taken at least 4700 photos. That’s a major lie…I’ve taken upwards of 10,000 photos in my lifetime at least. That’s not necessarily something to be proud of…and it probably explains why I go through a digital camera every 1.5 years instead of every two or three years (it also explains why I’m inexplicably spoiled when it comes to digital cameras…for instance my Sony TX1 is just failing me at certain points). Anyway, there are bound to be weird/funny photos with photobombs and what not in them. I usually never discover them until I see on Facebook twenty people blowing up my notifications because of some funny thing in a photo. Either that, or I get 20 texts saying to delete a photo. While I won’t put those deleted photos here for obvious reasons, I will put the photos that maybe should’ve received the fine-toothed-comb treatment.

From left to right:

1) I really don’t know what the hell is going on in this picture. First of all, I really don’t know whose dad that is. I wanna say it’s Chris’s, but I’m not entirely sure. Regardless, the obvious focus is the oval-selected area where John is getting pushed out of the way by this adult, and the look on John’s face is kinda priceless. Kind of makes you think “oh no, please don’t hurt me sir”. The adult looks sort of like he’s saying “come on son, let’s go”.

2) Not so much weird as it is cute…but weird still. I don’t know why

3) I honestly can’t tell who is who. That’s why this picture’s weird.

4) Scariest. Photobomb. Ever.

What I’ve Learned This Past Week

• Why do people keep their doors unlocked at night still?! It’s 2010 people, anything and everything could be stolen with the most advanced of technology, and yet people are still stupid enough to leave their doors unlocked so people could take shit. Or people could use them as sleeping grounds for an amnesia-filled night, haha.
• Money can still be spent on free drink night. I learnt that the sort of hard way, two of my friends learned harder.
• Oh yeah, Freud was DEFINITELY at work in some capacity on Monday night.
• Apparently buying a random girl a drink on her 21st is still much harder than it seems. I don’t turn people off THAT badly do I???????
• Try winning 89 times in a row in anything. Bet you can’t do that. OK, then stop saying that Geno’s UConn Women’s Basketball team’s streak is nothing compared to Wooden’s.
• I’m going to go to a UF baseball game now to show my support for all UF athletics, as I should’ve from the beginning of my UF tenure. Because for some reason UF football and UF basketball are just not the same.
• We’re still high schoolers when the right conditions occur. No big deal.
• My camera is almost indestructible. SOMEONE managed to spill a drink all over it and yet the camera’s working like a champ right now. So the only thing I can conclude is that I hallucinated the whole situation somehow. That’s sort of freaky.
• I actually have a new book idea that I definitely think I can complete by 2012.
• Facebook apps are like germs. They spread like mad. First you see one person do “Who’s your best friend in 2011?”. Before you know it, everyone’s doing it.
• I used to think planes were much more sanitary than cruise liners. Apparently, I could be mistaken.
• Destroying your GPA is quite easy. Building it back up is much harder.
• I never write enough for this blog anymore. Sad times.

The Friend Zone: The Twilight Zone, only in color.

Oooh, yes, touchy subject time! Woot woot!

For those of you who have known me all too well, you have probably known that I have “liked” countless number  of girls. Bless their souls, having to go through the torment knowing that I, out of all people, had a thing for them, haha. No, but lemme clarify one thing really quick: 99% of those “likes” were actually flings or crushes. From high school onwards, I’ve only really liked four (maybe five) girls at most (not at the same time, obviously). The point of me admitting these statistics? I never was able to go out with a single one of them. Somehow, again, bless these poor souls, they found it in their hearts to not put me in the discard pile but in a special section of their minds called:

The Friend Zone [cue Twilight Zone music...?]

Now granted, there were times where I questioned the usual questions that you’d expect from a paranoid person like me, which usually were derived from this question: “Are they simply using me for some ulterior motive?”. Actually, there were a lot of times, haha. But I’m fairly confident that I know very little people who have actually used me…either that, or I really do believe in my motto of “thinking bad for yourself, thinking good of others”. But I’m fortunate to have that kind of situation not really happen to me that often.

But back to the Friend Zone. I’m basically a permanent resident there now…and I just can’t seem to get out of it (I need to clarify something: this blog post isn’t really meant to like give off subliminal messages or be sneaky or whatever. You’ll see my point at the end of this). When you’re young, you’re always taught to play nice with others. When you’re middle-school young, however, you realize that this is kind of put into question. And when you’re high school “young”, a new law has come into effect: “nice guys finish last”. (Now I should clarify…I’m not saying that all the guys who pick up chicks are complete assholes. But for me to say that there is absolutely no, at the very least, correlation between the two qualities is kind of absurd). Granted, I’m not scoping out girls like some hunting contest…when I do actually like a girl I do actually, despite what some people may think, do like a girl for her inner qualities.

Anyway, before I become too convoluted, I should get to my point quicker. Apparently the way I approach and talk to girls over a short period of time from the moment I meet them kind of lends myself to automatic redirect to the Friend Zone. Think of it as Passing “GO” and not collecting your $200 bucks. I’m usually cognizant of this but at the same time I have this belief that the Friend Zone is not really the end-all to anything, but rather the harder but more rewarding way to getting to a girl. I mean, after all, you hear all these stories about husbands and wives saying that their spouse is their “best friend”. So, I mean, if you’re in the Friend Zone, to me, you have the slight disadvantage but if you look to the future it’s kind of canceled out.

But that’s assuming all goes to plan, eventually.

The real point of contention here is this: is there any way to get out of the Friend Zone? Is there some kind of way to climb out, or is the chasm so deep that nothing can be done? A person is always told to “be themselves”, but if “acting yourself” is only going to get you so far, then at what point is it OK to not be so much yourself? I really couldn’t imagine myself even trying to be a “slight” ass-hole because I’m black and white: nice or douchebag, but maybe I do need to change myself.

Anyway, I want to know your opinion about the Friend Zone. Try to refrain from giving me advice about how to find that perfect someone, or telling me that I will find that someone eventually, haha. I’m merely trying to see what the reasoning is on both sides of this argument, that’s all. I swearrrr.

Mommy, I’m homeeee.

OK, not really yet, but more like next week (yes I’m going home for homecoming…it’s been a weird tradition of mine every year up here so far, just like how I always end up missing Florida/Georgia because it’s the Florida Blue Key Debate and I get to make some decent money for Christmas/Black Friday gifts). Anyway, I’m finally back on the blogging scene, and I know I’ve kept NONE of my promises in terms of what I was going to blog about, but whatever, that’s why I like a blog: no deadlines.

I will say this: I went to go eat at Reggae Shack Cafe and, for all the hype that it got, I personally didn’t like it. But I quickly came to realize that it was just my preference in taste that was getting in the way. There’s absolutely no doubt that the jerk chicken was spicy as all hell. The taste just didn’t get to me however, but I appreciated the fact that it was a tasty spicy rather than a simple buffalo hot hot omg spicy. The restaurant can’t warrant a full review from me simply because it’d be too clouded by me (and Devon’s) judgment, haha. But take it this way: I took the rest of it home and Nico ate all of it up and said it was absolutely delicious.

Anyway, sorry I haven’t been blogging as much. I barely have time to think myself anymore.

BTW, on tap for this week:

• A review about Dragonfly.
• My 21st, in #’s, facts, and thoughts.
• I saw this chick today who had the most baller statistics shirt ever. It said “Retain H0 (the null hypothesis, in case you forgot your Stat I) only if the p-value is large enough”. bahhahahaha.
• Other random subjects that I feel like ranting about.

Why do girls paint their nails?

JUST KIDDING. I’ve learnt not to ask stupid questions recently.

But if any girls I know paint their nails like either of these designs just ONCE…I’ll love you forever hahaah.

(Credit to Gizmodo and http://www.girlsocool.com/blog/makeover/20-geeky-painted-nail-designs/)