Everyone around me is moving on and I've been in the same place for years. I fear I will be left alone beyond the date of August 14th. That's probably a good thing, I've been hating people a lot lately anyway. I honestly feel that everyone around me is a fake, with the exception of about 3 people not including myself. Everyone is full of shit, pardon my french. So full of it to the point that most days I don't even want to go out or talk to anyone. My recent cause of annoyance comes in the case of people trying too hard. "We used to get along just fine, now I feel you get annoyed with me". Yes. Maybe because before, back in your days of youth, you were cool. You were just fun to be around because you never worried about fitting in or which music was cool these days or how your jeans look on you. We worried about not having enough money for slurpees, how long our feet would stand the heat of cement, we worried about ants, about upcoming movie releases, about escaping pretend prisons, about making your cerfew. Now it's all about looking in a mirror, "is this shirt too small", not getting replies to texts so sending them again because you're paranoid im ignoring you, wondering about sex, drinking, smoking, new styles, always wanting approval and trying to complain about things you think are cool to complain about but in reality you know nothing about because for all you know you are the root of the problem. I want to go back to the simpler days. I want you both to get along. Neither of you is better than the other at all because neither of you are cool and you know it.
I apologize for my bluntness but like I said, I'm not a fan of people at the moment. I'm just in a weird mood and one day I will find the medical term for what ails me. A little known fact about myself is that I like to google social disorders and mental illnesses because I'm a big fan of self diagnosing. I know there is something wrong with me mentally but my mother says I'm just bored. She's probably right.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Once you pop, you cant stop!
What is hyperbolic paraboloid shaped and pops when you open them? PRINGLES! My all time favorite potato chip in the world! Although legally you're not supposed to call them chips, they're "potato crisps" and according to the label each cylindrical can should contain 100 crisps! Intriqued by this claim I decided to take it upon myself to challenge the so called "100 crisps" in every can and bought the sour cream and onion kind. I began tallying up each chip I would eat, however I failed quickly. They were just too good and my mind went astray completely forgetting I was conducting an experiment!
The following day I was more determined than ever and went and bought myself another can! This time I taped the bright yellow paper I was keeping count on to the can itself as a reminder that this was no snack but a scientific study! It started off slow at first feeling like 10 crisps were actually 50! I only ate 41 in one day, for some reason I couldn't eat more.
The next morning I went to work with my Pringle's Newfangled Potato Chips, as they were once called, and began eating some more. I consumed about another 40 because when I returned home again I had a total of 82 crisps tallied up. I was filling my mother in on my experiment and as I was showing her the can I noticed right below the "100 crisps in every can" there was very very VERY small white print that was barely ledgible. As most of you know my vision isn't very good so I literally grabbed a magnifying glass and noticed the fine print! *On Average.
Oh no! Could this be?! Julius Pringle had decieved me! I felt him laughing at me through his mustache saying, "you fool, of course there isn't 100 crisps in here!" I felt duped. Losing all hope I turned to my sister and told her, "You always have to read the fine print, even with Pringles" So I poured out the remaining crisps onto a napkin and began counting. 83, 84, 85.....97, 98...wait a minute! 99! What's this? Crumbs! Lots and lots of crumbs! Could all those crumbs make up the final 100th crisp! I will probably never know for sure but I counted it. 100.
So for all you Pringles enthusiasts out there, don't lose hope. Love the less than 50% potato content as much as it loves you. Who knows, you might just end up getting buried in one of the cans. It has happened before, google it!
Well, thank you for reading. I will leave you with some fun Pringles trivia courtesy of Wikipedia. The cans have been used for Wi-Fi network antennas known as "cantennas" and you may also make party poppers out of the empty can! G'day!
The following day I was more determined than ever and went and bought myself another can! This time I taped the bright yellow paper I was keeping count on to the can itself as a reminder that this was no snack but a scientific study! It started off slow at first feeling like 10 crisps were actually 50! I only ate 41 in one day, for some reason I couldn't eat more.
The next morning I went to work with my Pringle's Newfangled Potato Chips, as they were once called, and began eating some more. I consumed about another 40 because when I returned home again I had a total of 82 crisps tallied up. I was filling my mother in on my experiment and as I was showing her the can I noticed right below the "100 crisps in every can" there was very very VERY small white print that was barely ledgible. As most of you know my vision isn't very good so I literally grabbed a magnifying glass and noticed the fine print! *On Average.
Oh no! Could this be?! Julius Pringle had decieved me! I felt him laughing at me through his mustache saying, "you fool, of course there isn't 100 crisps in here!" I felt duped. Losing all hope I turned to my sister and told her, "You always have to read the fine print, even with Pringles" So I poured out the remaining crisps onto a napkin and began counting. 83, 84, 85.....97, 98...wait a minute! 99! What's this? Crumbs! Lots and lots of crumbs! Could all those crumbs make up the final 100th crisp! I will probably never know for sure but I counted it. 100.
So for all you Pringles enthusiasts out there, don't lose hope. Love the less than 50% potato content as much as it loves you. Who knows, you might just end up getting buried in one of the cans. It has happened before, google it!
Well, thank you for reading. I will leave you with some fun Pringles trivia courtesy of Wikipedia. The cans have been used for Wi-Fi network antennas known as "cantennas" and you may also make party poppers out of the empty can! G'day!
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