from BBQ to 9-11

"Mission Accomplished" - George W Bush

On saturday we had a bbq at Peng's house. We cooked sasuage and made hamburgers, jon added a ton of seasoning turning regular cheeseburgers into salt burgers, I didn't have one. We also tried grilling bacon which subsiquently caught on fire, GG Andy for that brilliant idea. I bought a 6 pack of IBC cream soda, love that stuff. The guys lit it up, me and collin declined. It's interesting how I've been around drugs so many times in my life, yet have NEVER felt the urge to try it, not even once. I think its due to my father, he raised me well in that respect. We rented two movies, Puddle Chaiser and Idle Hands. Puddle Chaiser was so so. Idle Hands was a complete waste of time, the only redeeming element was the part where some chick took off her top. She had nice breasts, really a waste that she died.

This always bugged me about horror films. They always have some hot chicks having sex with some dumb ass dude in a secluded location so the killer can easily kill them. I always shake my head thinking, damn she was so fine, what a complete waste. If anything, they should let the hot chicks live so we can see more boobs. That would make a much better movie. Any ways the lesson of Idle Hands was don't be a lazy ass and smoke pot all day. No wait, acctually it WAS be a lazy ass and smoke pot all day so then the devil can take over ur hand, then chop it off, then destroy it to hook up with Jessica Alba. Btw, She gets one of my covetted HOTs.

Today was the 5 year aniversary of 9-11. We disgused it in Speech. I'm not really in the mood to talk about a heavy subject such as 9-11, but it's interesting how after all this time, it still feels like America is getting fooled by this monkey in office. IVC had a service, I didn't attend.

We had to give our speeches today. I presented Sonnet 55 by William Shakespear. I got 18/20. I went a little too fast, but overall it was a strong performance.

Here is a copy of Sonnet 55:

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;

But you shall shine more bright in these contents

Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.

When wasteful war shall statues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn

The living record of your memory.

'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity

Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room

Even in the eyes of all posterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.

So, till the judgment that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lover's eyes.

Some people also read other interesting poems and articles. One guy, named Mike, read a cowboys fan letter from ESPN to Bill Parcells. Turns out hes a Cowboys fan too, w00t. Another guy read a poem that I really liked called "If":

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

There were several other good poems which I may post later. In my interpersonal communication class I had to take a test today, it was pretty easy so I think I didn't pretty well. We also talked about listening and effective ways to improve our listening skills. Then we also talked about negative asspects of communication including words that maybe hurtful to others. At the end of class we watched this video. It's a hilarious seminar on the word "nigger", it's a bit out dated since it was a 1998 speech, but it's still good.