Eleven freakin hours in the lab. From ten am to nine pm. What for? To cut my film project. That's right, a stinkin 8 minute film project. I swear, it better bring me an A. I deserve it.

Internet is freakin slow to day. Nothing better then to come home from slaving 11 hours in a lab to slow internet. What did I do to deserve this?

And i'm still sick.

Still sick... but i'm gonna suck it up and write a real blog today.

So today in my sociology class, this guy presented his final project and it was a construction paper chain with pictures on it. Basically, he was symbolizing the chain links, and how all the events represented were connected together and intertwined. Basically, that everything effected each other.

Well, i'm gonna go with that analogy but use it on friendship. A chain metaphor friendship would be one where everyone is intertwined. They all support each other in some way. Together they form something grander that cannot be destroyed. It is a bond. But here is the flaw of a chain: each link serves its own purpose. Each link is unique. If one link of the chain fails and breaks, then the whole chain is broken. Whatever it was holding together is gone.

I'd rather my friendship be a rope. Same concept. Each thread of the rope symbolized one friend. The threads by themselves are weak, but when braided together, they form a much stronger bond in the rope. If one thread were to break, the rope would still hold together. Granted, in this analogy, the rope is easier to cut then the chain, but you know, there are steel braided lines as well.

So what say you? Are you and your friends bonded together like a chain, or bonded together like a rope?

Are you all individuals that work together as a group only because it's convenient (chain)? Or do you truly truly believe in your friends that you would sacrifice yourself for the many (rope)?

Call me a chauvinist or whatever, but i'd like to throw out that I think female friendships are more like chains, and male friendships are more like ropes.

I'm sick. What the freak.

Gas prices are rising.

I'm sleeping.

MSF courses in my hometown are free.

Short but sweet. Just like asian girls.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend in Review:

Friday: I can't remember what I did in the day time hours. I think I just slept all day. Maybe watched some Kenshin. All I remember is I went to Annie's house at night and played Halo with Alan and Tony for like 3 hours. Tony made spaghetti. He's going to be a good mom someday.

Grade for the Day: C+

Saturday: Went out with David and his friend to Superfresh, Walmart and Pearl. Zima hooked me up with some major discountage at Pearl. It was rather a lucky moment, since she told me it was her last day. Later that night, James, 2me, Ant, Mindy and Jenna were over and we ended up having a big massage party. My hands, they are golden.


Mindy on 2me

2me on Jenna

Red Dog Product Placement

Grade for the Day: A

Sunday: After realizing that I double-booked myself for the day, I went forth into the now not-so-SARS infested chinatown to have lunch with Kim, Annie, Tony, and a bunch of other people. Then rushed back home to play IRC with Tron, Sean, Skippy, BT and an AFK 'gemo. Then WWE SummerSlam.

Grade for the Day: B+

Watch for spills, pay some bills.

I was watching an episode of Just Shoot Me yesterday, and Maya was about to stop Finch from doing something that she thought was bad. And Finch's friend was like, why do you always have to interfere with other people's lives? Don't you think some people would be better off if you just left them alone?

Well, with that segue, i'm going to take that idea one step further. Why do some people look down at others condescendedly for having differeway viewpoints, beliefs and ways of doing things? Who is to say that one person's way is right and another's isn't. The simpliest example is of course non-smokers that always tell smokers that smoking is bad. So it's bad, but why should you impose your choice of not smoking to someone who has decide to? I mean, this goes beyond being friendly and reminding them that smoking isn't healthy, but there are people who actually go out of their way to make smokers feel insecure for doing what they do.

The example is limited, but we can go into religious standpoints, sexuality standpoints, and hell, even a guy being a player. Who are we to say that they are wrong for doing what they do? We can't. I think that as long as people are getting killed, life can go on.

We have to learn from our mistakes right? There is no real valid reason to imposed our viewpoints and ways onto another just to keep them from making mistakes. It's the things we do wrong in life that let us see what is right. For every person, this line of right and wrong is different. We cannot judge someone elses way based on our own.

Of course, some of you may say that this blog relays viewpoints, beliefs and proper behavior. Well, granted it does, but the thing that makes this different is this blog is not imposed on my readers. You, my adoring fans, voluntarily read this. If you choose to listen, that's great, if not, at least you still enjoy reading.

Thanks. Thanks alot.

Possibly my new favoritist shirt.

Ah, fun day. Well, not really. Just classes. Pretty chilled though. Ninth week before finals is always pretty chilled. It's 10th week that kills people. Guns don't kill people, finals kill people.

Was reading my film class book today. Bought it on half.com and i guess it was used. Haha, there's still sheets of paper with notes on it. And get this, PICTURES of some random chicks. One of them is kinda hot. Yay free pics of hot girls! It's like reverse stalking. They're imposing themselves on me.

Kinda hyper, even though it's 4:30 am. Yup, figures that this would be my prime time.

Prime time for some mime time. (brought to you by Marylandstyle)

Who will come up with Chocolate flavored soda first? Pepsi or Coke? I mean, how else are you going to answer the Vanilla soda craze? And how did we all forget about CREME SODA?

Spent today sweating. Not because of the 8 am test or the 10 am application filling that almost resulted in a shorts and cruddy t-shirt interview with high ranking officials, but because of all the physical activity I preformed afterword.

With Alex and Ren's help, changed my oil. Then wish Paul's help, washed my car. Then Pumped it Up a little and watched little kids beat my ass in the songs I thought I was good at. Then cleaned my rims.

So the last one doesn't sound like it would make you sweat... but trust me, a half year's worth of brake-dust crude is not that easy to buff out.

And why did it take me almost thirty minutes to find C clamps? I'm not sure, but possibly having a 30+ double aisle hardware store that sells everything but Tron's mom might be the problem. I'm pretty sure I passed Tron's mom at least twice though. So there, they have EVERYTHING.

Chocolate. Sweat. Hardware.

Sounds like a gay man's version of a swimsuit issue.

More filming today. Too much filming.

Anyone see the new Pepsi Vanilla? Diet Pepsi Vanilla tastes pretty good. The commercial on TV is great too.

*Enter Commercial Narrative*

Vanilla Coke truck rolls to a stoplight. Pepsi Vanilla truck rolls next to it. Pepsi guy waves to coke guy. Coke guy smiles and turns up his music. Pepsi guy drinks some Pepsi Vanilla and flips a switch in his truck. The back hinges of the truck flip open to reveal big ass speakers and the whole truck starts blazin music. Everyone stops to look at Pepsi Vanilla Truck. Coke guy looks shocked.

*Exit Narrative*

Sorry, still in film mode. Was that film worthy script writing? Eh.. probably not.

What the hell? Does times new roman not support the upsidedown question mark? My ¿MyStiFieD?'s are all coming up weird.... whatever, i'll fix it some other time.

Filming is so damn hard. My god, we filmed for at least 8 hours today. About three hours of that is USELESS now. This little black girl blatantly walked through our shot on purpose and tripped on the mic wire. We didn't know the wire was effed up until we went back to check our progress. Three hours of dedicated actors doin their best.. gone. All thanks to the youth of america.

Black people everywhere should be ashamed. Even James was ashamed, and he's the epitomy of blackness in this house.

To make things worse, I went to dave and busters today, and on the way back, the roads were hated me. Traffic jams, construction james, detour jams.. people drivin 10 mph in a 45 mph zone... stuck behind a big ass diesel mack truck that could not accelerate for it's life.. 15 minute drive home took an hour. I'll spare you the details.

Besides seeing Jimmy, today sucked.

Fucked this day.

New pic of me in all my glory:


The glorious, ever terrific and always ¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Summary:

Was going to go to jersey thursday night but ended up falling asleep and sleeping for 14 hours. Yes, posted that already, but it's important to establish that premise so that I can make fun of myself.

So friday, stayed home, did a bunch of nothing. Think I watched anime all day. Rurouni Kenshin is my hero (next to Vash the Stampede). Next thing I know the sun is coming up and it's saturday.

Sleep all day saturday, go out with my favorite Annie to eat then watch Freddy vs Jason. I have to admit I was cheering for jason the whole time. He's just too cool! Annie-ways, I get talked into going to the ASA/VSA Picnic which is sunday.

So instead of going home on sunday, I decided i'd wake up at 8. no. 9. no. 10 am and go to the picnic, which turned out to be alot of fun. I have to admit it was all because of Tron and Matt though. Funny.. I had fun at an asian picnic because of two white guys.

So now it's early monday morning and technically I should be home in jersey... but i'm not. Damn. I dunno how I'm gonna pull this one out of my ass.

A guy should never say that phrase. ever.

I am really selfish. I don't know if i'm intentionally selfish or if i'm so CLUELESS that it just comes off that way. I think that everything someone does is directed toward me and my little self-centered world. Whenever someone does something, ask me something, or offers me something, I think it's because I have that person's utmost attention, and they just want to be near me. I ask people to do things for me, not because they're my friends, but because I know that they'll want to do it so i take advantage of that. When someone tells me something, I think they're telling me because they want me to be a part of it, not because they're just being nice or friendly. I impose my beliefs and ideals onto other people because I know my way has to be right, and no matter what others think, they are wrong. I think too highly of myself, i need to fuckin chill out and get grounded. Before it's too late. Before my whole life is ruined by my selfish holy-then-thou-art attitude.

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No, sadly, I'm not talking about myself. I wrote it in first person so that you would feel like you were saying it to yourself. There's just certain people out there who think this way, and it seriously annoys the hell out of me. I mean, I'm not saying that I'm not guilty of it myself, but hope you all take the moment for a reality check.

Are you this person that I mentioned above? No? Denial? Of course you're going to deny it, because you're PERFECT aren't you? No? Then why not? I want you to really think about it. Every person in the world is a little like what I mentioned. For you to accept it, no matter how small it is within you, is the only way to keep it from growing, spreading, and taking over your perfect little life.

I know i'm not perfect. But I think I'm one step closer then you are.

Slept from midnight to about 2 pm today. That's fourteen hours of sleep. Woh. Crazy.

I'd like to try my hands at a production film one day. Not by myself of course, but part of a team working together. We'd created something beautiful, something wonderful, something probably humorous. But in the end, it would be our lovely creative child, that one thing that we can brag about forever.

Been watching alot of Rurouni Kenshin lately. Thirty Seven episodes to be exact... times twenty minutes each... carry the one... fuck it, i can't do math, you figure it out yourself.

Not much besides that. Well, people are actually clicking on the Comment! link these days.

That's good. That's what it's for.

Been thinkin about my future. It's kinda weird, but the whole purpose of high school was to get into college. The purpose of college is to be prepared for a career. It's not so easy after that. Basically when you first go to college, you are choosing a path that you pretty much have to follow for the rest of your life. I wonder though, how many people at the age of eighteen, who pretty much only lived all there lives in one place, under one family really know what they want to do for the rest of their lives?

It's not until you go to college and live life on your own do you figure out who you truly are. College is when you get to do things you may not have had the freedoms to do when under parents supervision. College is when you meet other dynamic people from places all over the country that influence and affect your life and choices. So how is it then that we are to decide our paths before we truly know ourselves?

Personally, I chose computer science because I wanted to make video games. It was my passion to play video games, and I wanted to be a part of others feel that passion. I thought it would be rewarding to create something everyone could enjoy. Being a programmer was my dream of grandeur. It's really a pipedream though. The process of making a video game has become a hundred times more complicated then it was back in the day when I first started playing video games. Mind you, I grew up in a world of pixelated graphics, where things were simple. Now, everything is 3D. Graphics are intense, the accepted standard is hundreds of time higher then it was before.

Not even sure what I want to do now. Do I still want to be a part of the video game market? Yea, but I don't think I can see myself sitting in front of a computer for 18 hours a day programming the code to calculate the effects of wind speed on a bullet.

So regardless of what I end up doing, there are three ways I see myself in the future:

-Poor, but happy doing something that I always wanted to do.
-Middle class, stuck at some dead in job, but content that I have everything I need in life.
-Rich and therefore happy that I have more then enough to do the things I want to do.

No matter what, I guess I'll be happy. I don't see myself being unhappy... i'm not the kind of person that will sit idle and accept defeat.

So one day, when I knock on your door and you see me with nothing but the shirt on my back and a big smile on my face, I hope you'll be kind enough to let me crash on the couch for a couple days til I figure things out.

Ninety-five percent sure I'll be going back to jersey to serve out my third and final co-op. That was the highlight of my day finding out that piece of good news. Other then that just class and stuff.

Why are females such emotional and passionate creatures? I don't understand. Alright, for example, say this guy got a tattoo of a dragon that he always wanted. Well, these people came up to him one day and was like, "man, I know you can't do anything about it anymore, but it's freakin weird lookin. Shit, I dare say it's ugly!" The guy would probably shrug and go, "whatever, it's your opinion, cuz I like it. Or else I wouldn't have gotten it in the first place."

The female on the other hand would probably flip out and start crying or something. Now they know people actually don't like it! What is she going to do? She can't remove it and now she can't help but think that everyone in the world hates her tattoo! Her life is ruined!

This all started when some people said some stuff to Hanna today about her friends (this is me being as vague as possible). She got really angry and I couldn't help but notice the difference in gender reactions. Of course, from my male perspective, it was a futile comment that had little significance to any preconceptions of reality tossed forth in a meager attempt to create humor.

To Hanna, it must have been taken as a personal attack on her person as her sense of duty and community to her friends kicked in. The words expressed were not needed, over excessive, and threaded with cruelty. Her immediate response was a blinding emotional rage masked in short sighted justification of matters.

I don't understand the female reaction though. To me, to my third party objective logic, it seems that 1) The comments made were said in casual conversation to individuals that the people trusted enough to share their OPINIONS with. 2) The comments made were said in a joking manner, and even if they were true and just masked in a joking manner 3) the people who said it probably do not have the balls to say it to the group's face.

Though, this is not to say that the female reaction was necessarily wrong. The offending persons should not be dismissed without blame. As with my tattoo example stated above, who is to say that the person even had a right in the first place to throw his opinion out at the tattoo's owner? I did not state that the guy was actively seeking feedback on his tattoo, so therefore, imposing opinions is not necessary and sometimes just downright rude.

Welp, there is no right answer to this philosophical pondering. There is only opinions and sides to choose from. Point of view and personal experience will ultimately be the final judge when deciding on the 'rights' and 'wrongs' of the situation.

You know, out of all the things that could be considered a pet, I never really thought of fish as a good pet. They sit in a bowl. They swim around. They eat, they poop, they die. That's not exactly a great pet. You can't pet a fish. You can't teach it tricks. You can't even take it around anywhere with you. It's not cute or adorable or something you really want to go "awwww" to. Pretty stupid right?

Well, I thought so too. We now have four fish in the house and they are pretty amazing. Alright, the catfish is retarded, but the other three make up for it. Of course, there is jeff's betta fish, and it's pretty adorable. I mean, if you read about the background of betta fish, they're pretty illmatic. I mean, you can't put two in the same bowl, cuz they're freakin aggressivate and destroyalize each other.

We have two other fish as well, I forget how to spell the real name, cincilo or something.. but i think they're more commonly known as Oscar fish. The two of them swim around next to each other, and they're always nudging. When you walk up to the fish tank, they acknowledge you and get all giddy, cuz they know you'll probably feed them. They start pushing each other out of the way and trying to get the best spot at the top of the fish tank. It's a wonderful site.

So that's it. Today's entry is just about fish. What? Don't be so disappointed.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Summary:

Thursday to Friday: Drove to jersey, did some stuff, met up with Terry's work, enjoyed myself tremendously there (hoping to get job), drove back to philly, did some stuff, headed out to maryland, did some more stuff. Everyone from Philly was at Maryland, at jeff's house, in jeff's basement. We all scrambled for sleeping spots. I ended up sleeping with James. *flutter flutter, wink wink, nudge nudge*

Saturday: We're all getting ready for Russ-buss' funeral. James relays a nightmare he had that night. He's telling his story, blah blah, he's getting pinned down, this girl is biting his neck. He thinks she's flirting, but tells her to stop biting so hard.. then she bites harder, he's flipping out.--tron stops him in the middle: Do you know anything about vampires?. We all look at him like he's crazy and start laughing. Ah, tron. A bucket of laughs everytime.

Saturday to Sunday. Drove back down to philly. Passed out when I got home and just woke up like an hour ago. (6 am to 3pm).

My muscles are like Troy. Cuz they ACHE man!

What is it about taking a nap,waking up and being tired then I was that really irks me? (This is rhetorical. Must I really use rhetorical in a sentence?) What a waste of time.

Spent most of today (thursday) and yesterday (wednesday) at the video lab for film class. Drexel labs suck my butt. Nothing ever works. I went through three external hard drives before I found one that worked. And we can't just store our shit on the computer's internal drive because they just don't have any space. Can't edit high quality digital film on a 3 megabyte workspace.

So that blows me. I finally found a computer/external harddrive match cuz jeff was already doin his, so i just used his harddrive (yea baby, let me see that harddrive). Right when jeff finished up so I can get crackin, this stupid professor walks in like he's all holier then the ground he walks on and he's like, in twenty minutes, peace the fuck out cuz I own this mother-fuckin-classroom, bizzle! Ok, he didn't say it like that, but he might as well.

Can't think of anything else to bitch about, and I don' thave any philosophical ponderings. I did have one. But I lost it in my mind.

Maybe I should have put it on my external memory.

Ten things that annoy the hell out of me about girls. (in no particular order, and not neccesarily a girl i'm trying to get with)

1) Girls that tell me what to do. (You should stop drinking soda. You should get out more often.)
2) Girls who hang out with me just to hang out with someone else. (Hey, let's go out. By the way, can you pick up my friend since i can't drive yet and I wanna see them?)
3) Girls who make a blatant physical display of disapproval for something (like smoking: coughing, waving their hands, frowning n shit. Of course, I should respect them and not smoke near them, but something nonchalant like taking a step back is enough.)
4) Girls who talk about other guys constantly in an obsessive compulsive kind of way (like old boyfriends [though I admit i'm envious])
5) Girls who flip out over celebraties and other male hotties (that new singer is so hot, oh my god oh my god oh my god).
6) Girls who have no taste in the arts (music, dancing, poetry, movies... etc etc.. hell, even video games).
7) Girls who constantly talk about themselves or talk during inappropriate times like during a movie or butting in when others are having a conversation and they JUST have to be a part of it!
8) Girls who observe something about you and then tell you they don't like it. (you drive an eclipse? I hate eclipses, they're bitch cars)
9) Girls that say they'll get in touch with you, but never do (oh, go out later? sure, i'll call you tonight)
10) Girls who think they're better then every other girl (ew, her shoes are ugly, ew, she's wearing too much make up)

New and improved! Now with blue carrot bits!

Crap. I was so busy and excited with issue one yesterday that I forgot to update the blog. Well, the previous sentence describe my monday, so onward!

Today, Tuesday--though you're reading it on wednesday and should know by now that I write about the day before unless I have some sort of ephinany and post during reasonable hours--was an interesting day. Ok, not really. It was filled with classes.... some of which I didn't go to.

So, my trip to the bank was horrendous. I like that word. Horrendous. Anyway, i was on my way to the bank, and I usually take the local back roads. I get stuck behind a public transportation trolley. And ok, I like public transportation. I think it's a great way to travel if you can't get a car. But I hate trolleys. You know the difference between a trolley and a bus right? Trolleys are on tracks, much like a train so you CANNOT get around that bish. It takes up the whole road! And of course, opposing traffic wouldn't let me pass... not that it would have been legal anyway.

The pace behind this truck was slow as all living slowness. Like... a tree growing. Or a snail crawling... or some constipated old guy trying to take a shit. It was just torturous. After about 15 minutes and 3 blocks later, I finally get an opportunity to pass. I pass, hit the right I had to make, and put on the biggest sad face I ever had (in my pocket). The road was closed.

So, i hit the detour and what do you know, it led back to the highway which I could have just taken to begin with. Stupid back roads.

Next topic

Alright, this is somewhat disturbing to me, so i must talk about it.

While randomly surfing the web i came across something that even *I* found to be too strange, morbid, creepy, and weird.

Ok, let me get one shit straight first. Don't ask me how I stumbled across the disturbing, strange, morbid, and weird site that I found. Dunno if you ever surfed through forums but some dude will every so often make a post and be like, wow, look at me, i'm a pimp cuz i found this link with hot girls! Then you click it and about 5 billion pop-ups advertising different random websites come up. And when all the blood rushes to the other head, you just start going DUR DUR, and clicking anything with a pick of a hot girl. Which then leads to even more pop-ups. So, i claim myself innocent incase the FBI ever comes to my house and confiscates my computer.

Well, basically the site that popped up was a link exchange for young teenage models. Websites of 12-16 year old girls who pose in sexy positions in skimpy outfits. Mind you, it's non-pornographic, so perfectly legal, BUT, they are paysites. What does that mean?

Think about it, who has credit cards? Not other fuckin 12-16 year olds, so i'll be damned if that was the webmasters' target audience when they came up with their creepy ideas. Credit card holders have to be at least 18 and can be as old as your mom's dad's dad's pedophile cousin. So that means these non-pornographic teeny-bopper models are getting exploited so that these old fuckers can jerk off to something else other then their nieces and alter-boys.

You see where i'm comin from now right? I am SO GLAD that I bookmarked it!

Just kidding.

No really, just kidding. 12-16 is way too old!

Ok, just kidding again.

Not gonna get out of this one, am I?

No weekend summary. I sat around and worked on Issue One for all of you, my adoring fans. See how much I care? I care much. I much care for you.

I did see three movies though, So ¿Mystified? Movie Summary:

Bad Boys 2: Over dramatic actions scenes with over gratuitous violence and death. Good dialog, good chemistry between Martin Lawrence and Will Smith. Can't say I hated it. I think having an appreciation for Martin Lawrence goes a long way.

Tomb Raider 2: Angelina Jolie is hot. Drooling... drooling.... Oh, right! You want to know about plotline! Well, it reminded me of tomb raider one. The mushy gushy love story annoyed me, but it ended exactly the way I would have wanted it to. Good movie for video gamers, sexists, and lesbians. Everyone else should watch it too.

American Wedding: Alluding to previous movies, especially the funny parts, is always a good way to draw a laugh. There were some clever moments in Wedding, and also a bunch of moments I wish to never remember. Not that they were bad. I just hope to never, ever, ever see them again. And there are moments that I wish to see over and over. So overall, I say good.

Seems like this is the summer of sequels. Does every semi-decent movie get a sequel? I can't wait to make a movie. Then i'll become rich off the sequels I make.

Anyway, best movie of the weekend goes to American Wedding. I must admit I couldn't help but think it would bomb, but it was surprisingly funny and refreshing.

Two for two, i'm on a roll.

Let me explain. Tonight, Das House had our annual "White Trash" party. It's like a modified costume party where everyone has to dress like they're white trash. It's funny and it's fun. I personally never stay, but i digress.

I left early when the party was at it's prime cuz something didn't feel right. I went over to Brian's house and just chilled there for a little. When I come home a little after one, I see my friend Alvin face to face with some white guy in the doorway into my house. I, of course, had no idea what was going on.

So i stood back, just watched the situation, and the details started coming. Alvin, my black brotha, was pissed cuz this white guy was using the N word. The white guy was trying to say he had a right to say it, and then Alvin should just back off and chill out. I still stood back, cuz verbal confrontation is ok in my book.

Then the white guy steps into Alvin's face. I get irked, cuz this white guy I don't know is about to start shit in my house. So I hop up into the door way, jump in front of Alvin, get up in the white guy's face and sternly tell him, "You're not starting shit in my house with my friend, you can either turn around and go inside the house, or get the FUCK out."

The guy looks at me, says "i got nothin against you, you don't want this".

That set me off, the adrenaline was flowin, and i was like "No, i'm in your face now, you deal with me. So go inside or get out."

He doesn't budge, still stands in my face, still talkin shit to Alvin behind me (who's getting pulled away by our friends), and he's like "Look at you, you're shakin."

And yea, i was shakin, like i said, the adrenaline hit me too quick, and I fire back "That's cuz in about ten seconds i'm about to punch you in the face."

Then his friend jumps inbetween me and him and gets the guy to back off. I figure it's over and done with, but no. A few minutes later, he runs back out, slingin shit again to Alvin, who's still getting pulled back by other friends, and I'm once again at the white guy's face telling that he should get away from my house. His friends are pullin him away. Sean is all tryin to get between me and him. That was annoying.

After a while of that, he seems like he's leaving. James, my black roomate, is outside trying to keep Alvin calm, and just trying to figure out what's going on. The white guy then turns around, firing one more time "something something, because of NIGGER", all loud and shit like he wants to get beat up.

James just starts walking toward the guy with the most determined look on his face. Everyone lets go of Alvin, they see no reason to not let him beat this guy's ass now. You see Alvin just run past James and start pummeling the guy. Five other friends rush by and to my surprise, they all join in, punching and kicking this guy. The white guy's friends all panick and try to pull people away. I was just waiting for his boys to start swinging, but they never did. It only lasted about fifteen seconds, but man, it was sure an uneven assault.

Even Mary was flippin out on the guy. It was amazing and intimidating at the same time.

But seriously, how are you gonna come into someone's house, insult the people in their, not respect their requests and act like you're doin the right thing?

That's like walking into a Church, saying God sucks, and then not leaving as everyone tells you to go away. You're just asking for a beating.

I don't feel guilty or remorseful for what happened. I don't think it was wrong for so many to attack one person. He may have just been trying to insult one single individual, but a word like Nigger doesn't just insult black people. It insults those who stand up against such racist remarks. It insults those who sympathize with the offended person. It insults those who are disgraced by seeing someone of their own ethnicity act in such an uncultured manner.

So if he was a bell, he just got rung by Blacks, whites, spanish, and almost this chinese guy.

Whenever I think of things in life, I think about polar opposites. I also think of slingshots.

Ok, let me explain. I'm going to use a simple example, coke and pepsi. Place coke and pepsi at two extreme ends so that they are the polar opposites. Let's say the extremes mean they only drink coke or pepsi, and would never touch the rest. Now this person in the beginning was very very neutral. Coke, pepsi, whatever, didn't matter, as long as he had a drink. One day, this commercial comes on, with britney spears, and all of a sudden, he devotes himself to pepsi. Now he prefers pepsi, but would drink coke if he didn't have a choice.

This is where the sling shot comes in. Let's say that commercial was the force that starts pulling the slingshot toward the pepsi side. So he buys pepsi more often now, he drinks pepsi alot. Bam, all of a sudden, he starts noticing his friends drink pepsi more then coke too. So another force is pulling him further into the pepsi side. Then he sees the commercial with Beyonce drinkin pepsi. Bam, pulled even deeper into the pepsi side.

At this point, he's pulled so far into the pepsi side that he will choose not to drink soda if there isn't pepsi.

Is this image in your head? Some force is pulling this 'slingshot' into the pepsi side, just making it tighter and tighter.

Something's got to happen right? Of course!

One day, the dude gets food poisoning because some fast food restaurant put really old syrup into the pepsi machine.

BAM, the slingshot is released because all the forces pulling him to the pepsi side have just disappeared. It propels him deep as hell into the coke side. He will never drink pepsi again, coke never let him down before.

Corny example, but it's rooted deeply into life. It's the reason why hardcore anti-smokers become chain smokers. It's the reason why drug addicts stop doin drugs all together. It's the reason why the guy who you could always count on is never there for you anymore. It's the reason why people fall away from their faiths (or fall into faith).

It makes alot of sense.

So one day when you're talkin to your friends about someone who suddenly just changed their whole way of thinking. Quote me, The Mystic, and my slingshot theory.