The New MacBooks Aren't WHITE???

I know this is gonna sound pretty dorky, but I still can't believe it! Apple's signature thing used to be the "polycarbonate white/black shell" on all their stuff, and now, look: the iMac became silver, the MacBook Pro became silver, the MacBook Air all the new iPods are aluminum and silver/black/colored, and now even the MacBook is silver and black.

It's not a big deal, but I think Apple's kinda giving up their identity :(

AHHHH

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

MY DAD VOTED FOR BUSH!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

This shows how dumb he thinks I am: He talks about the election to my mom right in front of me, thinking I don't know how to read between the lines. My mom (who is uber-democrat and hates Palin with all her guts and said she will puke if they get elected) started talking to him about it when a news thing about the election came on. At a point in the conversation my mom says, "oh, c'mon, I know who you're voting for." And he says, "nah, there's a chance I might not vote Republican this time."

THIS TIME. THAT MEANS HE'S VOTED REPUBLICAN BEFORE.

Also, he doesn't know that I know he's a registered Republican, because he told me around the time of the primaries, thinking I was "just a kid and it wouldn't mean anything to me." PSH.

I mean, I thought my dad was annoying and unfair and all that crap, but seriously?

Ugh, I'm too ashamed to write any more. Bye.

The Power of the Pants

Y'know that book "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants"? I dunno if you're ever read it or seen the movie, but it really has nothing to do with the jeans. And, as stupid as this is gonna sound, clothes are actually pretty powerful. With just one t-shirt, you can tell the world who you are. Clothes define whether you are the "goth kid" or the "total surfer prep." And, in some cases, they can define your social status (in the case of middle school, if you wear Hollister or Abercrombie, you're "in").

But, sometimes, they can just make you feel a certain way. Like today, I was wearing my absolute favorite jeans of all time. Not to go into too much detail, but they're dark, and kinda skinny, but not too much, and they have that perfect kind of new-worn feeling. So I put on the jeans, and actually said out loud, "I am wearing my favorite jeans today, and anything is possible." Then, standing there in front of the mirror looking like a dork, I mentally listed all the great things that were gonna happen that day, while admiring my new braces-free teeth. OK, so today I'm gonna find out if I made ASR (that's After School of Rock, doncha know) vocals, I'm gonna kick butt on my ASR guitar audition, I'm gonna have no homework because it's the day after a holiday and because it's FRIDAY, another reason to be happy. And then I'm gonna finish off an amazing day with my two best friends for our weekly "it's-Friday-let's-party" party.

It must've been a sight, too, me in my socks and AD/HD (not a typo – it's a joke on the AC/DC logo) and a stupid normal looking pair of skinny-jeans, but I was feeling confident that it was gonna be a good day.

That was at 6:10 am.

I got to school at 7:35 and was still feeling good, until I got down to the little courtyard area where the eighth graders wait for the bell to ring. That's when I find out that we can't go to Jehan's or Andrew's (those are my friends) house for our Friday party. I realize that my mom's not gonna be home so I assume that we can't go to my house, so I'm bummed about that. Strike one.

Then I get to math. My teacher's great and all, and she doesn't give weekend homework, so it's a given. Nope. I forgot that she assigned homework over the holiday, during which I could not work, so even though it's excused, I still have to do it this weekend. Strike two.

And, not only has math kept me from my no-homework weekend, but we have an evil butthead sub who I hate. Her name is Mrs. Browner, and who the heck would marry I her, I dunno. I actually had her for almost three months last year when my science teacher got STAFF and was out of school for an eternity. Strike three, you're out.

But no, why would fate stop there? Just because I've reached strike three doesn't mean more things can go wrong! On my way to second period, I find this stupid flyer in the eight grade hallway that says something like "IS YOUR NAME ON THIS WALL BECAUSE YOU CAN WIN A FREE iPOD???" then surrounded by about 10 papers with people's names. And then at the bottom, in like the smallest font possible, it says "or because you haven't turned in your New York emergency forms?"

Now, I know what you're thinking, if someone is actually still reading this, or if someone has read any of this at all: wait, New York? You're taking a field trip to NEW YORK??? Well, FYI, it wasn't something the school paid for: it's a $1,000 trip, and I had to help pay for it.

AAAAAAANYWAY... now I'm pissed because I turned in my forms the day after they handed them out, being the ochee I am (ochee = overachiever). AND MY NAME IS ON THE WALL. So as I rush to second period, History, I'm thinking, "OK, I gotta talk to her about that" (Her being my History teacher, who's in charge of the forms, and who I asked a day ago if she had my forms and said yes.) So I get there, and guess what? SHE'S NOT THERE EITHER. In fact, SHE'S NOT GONNA BE AT SCHOOL UNTIL TUESDAY. Strike, what is it now, five?

As you can see, I was not having the terrific amazing day I was hoping for. But wait. Third period holds hope: Band. I get to band, all happy that my braces are off and that I will now get first chair, no problem. OK, I actually already have first chair, but it was a close race between me and the only other trombone player. But I knew that with my braces off, I would be waaay better and keep my chair. NOPE!!! Turns out you have what Ms. Levy (who, by the way, is the coolest teacher that ever walked the earth) calls "fuzzy lip" for about two weeks after you get your braces off, because you basically have to re-learn how to blow a trombone. Yay... Strike six. 

So, that doesn't look like much hope, now does it? Well on my way in, Ms. Levy pointed to the announcements board, where I see there is, amongst the pictures from last year's spring show, a list of names. The names of the ASR vocalists.

So, of course, not caring that the bell is going to ring any second now, I rush over to the board and look for my name on the list. I don't see my name...

BUT WAIT!!! THERE IT IS!!! AMONG THE TWENTY OTHER KIDS, THERE IT IS!!! MY NAME!!! Maybe the jeans are working after all!

Turns out I'm right. Not only did that happen, but despite my fuzzy lip, I did relatively well on my playing quiz and Ms. Levy said she'd curve my grade to accommodate my lack of good amateur (amateur = the way your mouth is positioned on the moutpiece. It's really important to get a good sound). Then I get to Media Production class and get stuff done, and I see a sitar!! Sweeeeeet. Unfortunately, Mr. Dempsey, my media teacher, wasn't helping my no-homework cause and gave us homework. But during "Power Hour" aka, Study Hall, I went to my ASR band audition and played "Here Comes the Sun" the best I've ever done, thanks to my guitar Dhani (named after George Harrison's son). And then Ms. Levy let me "tear down," which is just a cool way of saying put all the stuff away, which I actually like to do because I get to be in the band room and not in health class for 15 minutes.

Then on the bus, it all came together. I suddenly have this great epiphany that "Wait! My dad's gonna be home! Andrew can come over!" (since it was already too late for Jehan: we were already on our way on the bus, and Andrew rides my bus; Jehan doesn't.)

So Andrew comes over and we have a great time playing football, Mario Kart, eating pizza, and just hanging out.

And, y'know what? If I hadn't been wearing my jeans, maybe I wouldn't have kept up my optimism that I would have a great day.

Yeah maybe it's just a mindset, but y'know what else? The whole time, I felt good, because I was comfortable in my jeans. :D

A Suspicious Email

Take a look at this email I got. It's chain mail, but read through the whole thing, try and find what's wrong:

> Article 1: The Kiss
> 1. Kiss on the hand
> I adore you
>
> 2. Kiss on the cheek
> I just want to be friends
>
> 3.Kiss on the neck
> I want you
>
> 4.Kiss on the lips
> I love you
>
> 5.Kiss on the ears
> I am just playing
>
> 6.Kiss anywhere else
> lets not get carried away
>
> 7. Look in your eyes
> kiss me
>
> 8.Playing with your hair
> I can't live without you

> 9.Hand on your waist
> I love you to much to let you go
>
> Article 2:
> The Three Steps
>
>
> 1. Girls:
> If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him.
>
> 2. Guys
> If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good.
>
> 3.Guys & Girls
> Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.
>
> Article 3:
> The Commandments
>
>
> 1..Thou shall not squeeze too hard.
>
> 2.Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one.
>
> 3.Thou shall kiss at every opportunity.
>
> Here are a few reasons
> why guys like girls:
>
> 1.They will always smell good
> even if its just shampoo
>
> 2. The way their heads always
> find the right spot on our shoulder
>
>
> 3. How cute they look when they sleep
>
>
> 4. The ease in which they fit into our arms
>
> 5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden
> everything is right in the world
>
> 6. How cute they are when they eat
>
> 7. The way they take hours
> to get dressed but in the end
> it makes it all worth while
>
> 8.Because they are always warm
> even when its minus 30 outside
>
> 9. The way they look good
> no matter what they wear
>
> 10. The way they fish for compliments
> even though you both know that you
> think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth
>
> 11. How cute they are when they argue
>
> 12. The way her hand always finds yours
>
> 13.The way they smile
>
> 14. The way you feel when you see their name
> on the call ID after you just had a big fight
>
> 15. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore'
> even though you know that an hour later....
>
> 16. The way they kiss when
> you do something nice for them
>
> 17.The way they kiss you when you say
> 'I love you'
>
> 18. Actually ...
> just the way they kiss you...
>
>
> 19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry
>
> 20. Then the way they apologize
> for crying over something that silly
>
> 21.
> The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
>
> 22.
> Then the way they apologize when it does hurt.
> (even though we don't admit it)!
>
> 23. The way they say 'I miss you'
>
> 24. The way you miss them
>
> 25. The way their tears make you want to
> change the world so that it
> doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate
> them,
> wish they would die or know that you would die
> without them ... it matters not.
> Because once in your life,
> whatever they were to the world
> they become everything to you.
> When you look them in the eyes,
> traveling to the depths of their souls
> and you say a million things without trace of
> a sound, you know that your own life
> is inevitable consumed within the rhy thmi c beati ngs
> of her very heart. We love them for a million
> reasons, No paper would do it justice.
> It is a thing not of the mind
> but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
> This chain started in 1887.
> It is a love chain letter......................................
>
> In an hour you are supposed to send it to
> 25 people. It is easy, just look into
> chat room s and find them. Anyway,
> send it to 25 people in 1 hour.
> Now here comes the fun part. You then say
> the name of the person you like or love
> and then the person will say 'I love you,' or
> 'Will you go out with me?' Tomorrow!
> NO JOKE!!!!!
>
> THE CONSEQUENCES
>
> The consequences are:
>
> If you break the chain letter, you will have bad luck
> in future relationships. If you don't break the chain,
> then you will be a happy camper!!!
>
> CoNgRatULaTioNs!!
> You have been chosen to participate
> in the LONGEST and the
> LUCKIEST chain letter on
> the Internet! Once you read,
> this letter you must
> IMMEDIATELY
> (meaning within the hour)
> be sent to 25people
> After you send it, make a wish
> and it will come TRUE
> DONT WAIT FOR A CERTAIN TIME
> TO SEND IT........ REMEMBER,
> IT MUST BE SENT TO
> 25 PEOPLE WITHIN 1 HOUR,
> OR YOUR WISH WILL NOT COME
> TRUE! If THIS CHAIN LETTER IS
> CONTINUED UNTIL THE YEAR 2010,
> IT WILL BE PLACED IN:
> THE GUINNESS BOOK
> OF WORLD RECORDS!
>
>
> PLEASE CONTINUE IT NOW!!!

Did you catch it?

If you didn't it said the email was started in 1887... let's think about that for a sec...

There's definitely something wrong with that. =)

The Biggest Piece of Crap

My best friend's cousins sent him this, and he sent this to me because they believe it all, when it reality is the biggest piece of BS in the world. (Oh yeah, if you see anything in [ ] that means it's one of my comments.):


TERRY ANDERSON, [<-- the biggest faggot/moron/bitch in the world] A BLACK LOS ANGELES TALK RADIO HOST, WENT DOWN A LIST OF THINGS SENATOR OBAMA HAS SAID THAT AREN'T EXACTLY CORRECT. Obama's Not Exactlys:

1.) Selma March Got Me Born - NOT EXACTLY, your parents felt safe enough to have you in 1961 - Selma had no effect on your birth, asSelma was in 1965. (Google'Obama Selma ' for his full March 4, 2007 speech andarticles a bout its various untruths.)

2.) Father Was A Goat Herder - NOT EXACTLY, he was a privileged, well educated youth, who went on to work with the Kenyan Government. [I have a big issue with this one because there's NOTHING WRONG WITH WORKING FOR THE KENYAN GOVERNMENT, even if it's not true.]

3.) Father Was A Proud Freedom Fighter - NOT EXACTLY, he was part of one of the most corrupt and violent governments Kenya has ever had.

4.) My Family Has Strong Ties To African Freedom - NOT EXACTLY, your cousin Raila Odinga has created mass violence in attempting to overturn a legitimate election in 2007, in Kenya. It is the first widespreadviolence in decades. The current government is pro-American but Odingawants to overthrow it and establish Muslim Sharia law. Your half-brother, Abongo Oba ma, is Odinga's follower. You interrupted your New Hampshire campaigning to speak to Odinga on the phone. Check out thefollowing link for verification of that....and for more. Obama's cousin Odinga in Kenya ran for president and tried to get Shariamuslim law in place there. When Odinga lost the elections, his followers have burned Christians' homes and then burned men, women and children alive in a Christian church where they took shelter.Obama SUPPORTED his cousin before the election process here started. Google Obama and Odinga and see what you get. No onewants to know the truth.

5.) My Grandmother Has Always Been A Christian - NOT EXACTLY, she does her daily Salat prayers at 5am according to her own interviews. Not tomention, Christianity wouldn't allow her to have been one of 14 wives to1 man. 

6.) My Name is African Swahili - NOT EXACTLY, your name is Arabic and 'Baraka' (from which Barack came) means 'blessed' in that language. Hussein is also Arabic and so is Obama. Barack Hussein Obama is not half black. If elected, he would be the first Arab-American President, not the first black President. [SO WHAT???] Barack Hussein Obama is 50% Caucasian from his mother's side and 43.75% Arabic and 6.25% African Negro from his father's side. While Barack Hussein Obama's father was from Kenya , his father's family was mainly Arabs...Barack Hussein Obama's father was only 12.5% African Negro and 87.5%Arab (his father's birth certificate even states he's Arab, not AfricanNegro). From....and for more....go to.....http://www.arcadeathome.com/newsboy.phtml? Barack Hussein Obama - Arab-American, only 6.25%25 African

7.) I Never Practiced Islam - NOT EXACTLY, you practiced it daily at school, where you were registered as a Muslim and kept that faith for 31 years, until your wife made you change, so you could run for office. [HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW??] 4-3-08 Article 'Obama was 'quite religious in islam''http://www.wnd.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=60559

8.) My School In Indonesia Was Christian - NOT EXACTLY, you were registered as Muslim there and got in trouble in Koranic Studies for making faces (check your own book). February 28, 2008. Kristoff from the New York Times a year ago: Mr. Obama recalled the opening lines of the Arabic call to prayer, recitingthem with a first-rate accent. In a remark that seemed delight fully uncalculated (it'll give Alabama voters heart attacks), Mr. Obama described the call to prayer as 'one of the prettiest sounds on Earth atsunset.' This is just one example of what Pamela is talking about whenshe says 'Obama's narrative is being altered, enhanced and manipulatedto whitewash troubling facts.' [HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW???]

9.) I Was Fluent In Indonesian - NOT EXACTLY, not one teacher says you could speak the language. [again, HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW???]

10.) Because I Lived In Indonesia, I Have More Foreign Experience - NOT EXACTLY, you were there from the ages of 6 to 10, and couldn't even speak the language. [THEN HOW WOULD BE COMMUNICATE??? This also brings us back to HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW???] What did you learn except how to study the Koran and watch cartoons. [HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW number...what? 4 or 5 now?] 

11.) I Am Stronger On Foreign Affairs - NOT EXACTLY, except for Africa (surprise) and the Middle East (bigger surprise), you have never beenanywhere else on the planet and thus have NO experience with our closestallies.

12.) I Blame My Early Drug Use On Ethnic Confusion - NOT EXACTLY, you were quite content in high school to be Barry Obama, no mention of Kenya and no mention of struggle to identify - your classmates said you were just fine. [Say it with me...HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW?????]

13.) An Ebony Article Moved Me To Run For Office - NOT EXACTLY, Ebony has yet to find the article you mention in your book. It doesn't, and never did, exist.

14.) A Life Magazine Article Changed My Outlook On Life - NOT EXACTLY, Life has yet to find the article you mention in your book. It doesn't,and never did, exist. [for the past two, he can't be sure of that. What, just he found one stupid fake website on GOOGLE??? Note that he keeps using that as his source.]

15.) I Won't Run On A National Ticket In '08 - NOT EXACTLY, here you are, despite saying, live on TV, that you would not have enough experience by then, and you are all about having experience first.

16.) Voting 'Present' is Common In Illinois Senate - NOT EXACTLY, they are common for YOU, but not many others have 130 NO VOTES.

17.) Oops, I Misvoted - NOT EXACTLY, only when caught by church groupsand Democrats, did you beg to change your misvote.

18.) I Was A Professor Of Law - NOT EXACTLY, you were a senior lecturer ON LEAVE. [HOW. THE. HELL. WOULD. YOU. KNOW?????]

19.) I Was A Constitutional Lawyer - NOT EXACTLY, you were a senior lecturer ON LEAVE. [HEY FAGGOT, YOU USED THE SAME THING TWICE.]

20.) Without Me, There Would Be No Ethics Bill - NOT EXACTLY, you didn'twrite it, introduce it, change it or create it.

There's another 19, but I knew no one would read them all, if in fact anyone is actually reading this. And besides, I think you get the point that, even if you are a McCain/Palin fan (and I still have no idea why you would be), you can see that someone made this up because he found like one site on Google per fact. It's a bunch of bullshit. End Of Story.

That's CLEARLY what's wrong with the world today.

Another McCain/Palin Trashing Entry

This is the definition of what's wrong with the world today:
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If you grow up in Hawaii , raised by your grandparents, you're "exotic, different."
However, grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, you're a quintessential American story.

If your name is Barack you're a radical, unpatriotic "Muslim" (who, by the way, is a Christian).
However, name your kids Willow, Trig and Track, you're a "maverick".

Graduate from Harvard law School and you are unstable.
However, attend 5 different small colleges before graduating, you're well grounded.

If you spend 3 years as a brilliant community organizer, become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review, create a voter registration drive that registers 150,000 new voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law Professor, spend 8 years as a state Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, become chairman of the state Senate's Health and Human Services committee, spend 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of 13 million people while sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran's Affairs Committees, you don't have any real leadership experience.

However, if your total resume is: local weather girl, 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, 20 months as the governor of a state with only 650,000 people, then you're qualified to become the country's second highest ranking executive and next in line behind a man in his eighth decade of life.

If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years while raising 2 daughters, all within Protestant churches, you're not a real Christian.
However, if you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and then left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you're a true Christian.

If you teach responsible, age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.
However, if, while governor, you staunchly advocate abstinence only, with no other option in sex education in your state's school system while your unwed teen daughter ends up pregnant, you're very responsible.

If your wife is a Harvard graduate lawyer who gave up a position in a prestigious law firm to work for the betterment of her inner city community, then gave that up to raise a family, your family's values don't represent America's.
However, if your husband is nicknamed "First Dude", with at least one DWI conviction and no college education, who didn't register to vote until age 25 and once was a member of a group that advocated the secession of Alaska from the USA , your family is extremely admirable.

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And that's what's wrong with the world today.

Happy Jew Year: Part 3

So guess what? Today I went in with this terrible attitude like "uuuuugh this is gonna SUCK." Well guess what? Mara was running today's service. So I was like "YAY!!!" So guess what happened then?

We were hardly there AT ALL...

We just went around the synagogue blowing the same three shofar rhythms over and over and over until my ears practically imploded. You would think I would be happy, but I kinda wanted to take advantage of the fact that someone decent was running the service. And y'know what? On Yom Kippur, when I don't get to blow shofar at all, she won't be here.

THIS.

SUCKS.

Another reason that Jews are strong.