Fast Forward

Instead of studying for finals, I started thinking about what life would be like twenty years from now. Obviously, we all grow older and we eventually become our parents, but, I think there will be some differences.

First of all, mostly everyone my age uses AIM. I mean, if you think about it, we are the generation that grew up with AIM. We made instant messaging what it is. Adults right now don't really use aim. Sure, they use it, but not to the same extent as us. So are we going to be forty year olds sitting at a cubicle and AIMing all of our friends instead of doing work? You do realize that would change the entire world right?

Ask forty year olds now if they keep in touch with their college friends. Most of them will say something like they see them every once in a while at a holiday party or something. Or maybe they give each other a call every couple of months. They start to lose touch. But with aim, twenty years from now, my friends and I will probably have the same level of communication. Most of us talk through aim daily and if we keep using aim, who's to say that will change?

And other things like video games. Our we going to fight with our kids to play the newest game? I know I play enough video games where my kids will probably hate video games. They'll probably all end up being sports jocks or super studious kids that think video games are some uncool thing that old people do.

Lastly, rap music. Hip hop. Is that going to be our classical music? Are we going to pop a hip hop record in and our kids groan at our old outdated boring music? What if real classical music comes back and that's the next hottest thing that all the kids listen to? Am I going to be like, god damn it son, turn that fuckin beethoven down before I ground you!

Hopefully we'll just turn into our parents and none of what I said will come true. Because my alternate future could be really scary.

The Bird Curse

I was looking out in my backyard like I always do, and I was watching the fuckin annoying birds as they chirped in the trees. This one bird had some kind of bread chunk in its beak and it landed on the ground to break it up. As soon as the bread crumb fell from its mouth, the other birds swarmed in trying to grab it. Well, the first bird picked it back up and flew away. I just had to laugh.

Imagine if humans were like that. I'd order a sub from the food truck as I chill with my friends and you know, it's in my one hand while i have a bottled drink in the other. So I would have to put down my sub to take a sip... and then suddenly everyone around me would swarm at my sub trying to grab it. That would piss me off. I'd hate to have to grab my sub and run down the street just to eat it.

Luckily we humans aren't like birds. I mean, we have hands. That makes us way better then birds. Fuckin birds, pecking in the dirt, scavaging for bread crumbs and fighting each other for scraps. God is a funny man. He's like, alright birds, you can be the only things on the earth that can fly naturally, but that's it, you don't get anything else. Go. Fly you fuckin handless beaked shits.

I dunno if i would give up what I have just to be able to fly.

The Girls of Language Lab

I went to language lab today to catch up on my hours for japanese. Like usual, whenever someone came in, I would look up to see who it was. It's second nature to know my surroundings. I was also sitting at the desk closest to the sign in sheet, facing the people who would sign in.

After about 20 minutes, this girl came in. I looked up, saw that she was very pretty, looked back down and said to myself, no, it couldn't be, i have to double check. So I looked back up as she was signing in, and waited for her to look up. She still looked good, but from my vantage point, I couldn't see her whole face. Then she finished signing in and looked up to go find a place to sit. Then it hit me, and that's when I bit my tongue. She looked like an angel. She was like the epitomy of innocence, even down to her conservative outfit.

So after that, i couldn't study anymore. I basically kept trying to look at her, but she was sitting directly behind me and on the other aisle. I gave up after like 2 tries.

Five minutes after that, a second girl came in. I looked at her, looked down, dumbfounded as to why two very beautiful girls just walked into the language lab at virtually the same time. As she finished signing in and she went to a seat, I realized she was dress in a miniskirt with knee high furry boots. If the first girl was an angel, then this girl was the complete opposite, she was the devilish sexy twisted schoolgirl teen slut of every man's fantasy.

Yea, no more studying. The events were just a complete sensory overload. It's like going from really hot water to really cold water.

Oh but there's more. About five minutes after that, a third girl walked in. If the first girl was an angel, and the second girl was a sexy devil, then this girl was right in the middle. She was the hot girl next door, plain jane tshirt and jeans girl next door with her middrift showing off a sexy flat stomach and her walk swinging her very nice hips past me.

And there I was, sitting with my face all stuffed up from the cold that bastard Kevin gave to me. I'm not saying I would have talked to any of the girls, but it's just another reason on top of the reasons.

Seriously, what was I going to say to them? Hi, i saw you come in and damn, you're so fuckin pretty. Obviously you came in here to log more hours for your language class, but I really had to talk to you. Um... so... what's your sign? Is your favorite color yellow? Can I interest you in some bubble tea? What's bubble tea? uh.. it's tea... with.. these bubble things...

See? It wouldn't have went well, and then I would have probably sneezed on her.

A-choo.