Racism

I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this at any other time in blog, but I am Hawaiian. I got some Asian and even a bit of Puerto Rican as well as Apache (or maybe Cherokee, I forgot), but I am dominantly Hawaiian. I usually just consider myself a general Pacific Islander in most cases when I'm with my Filipino friends, but that's a different story.

It is said that many people are racist to some degree. Some people are horrifically racist whilst others might laugh at a racist joke or something. I am more of the latter. Someone tells me a black or a white joke, I'll laugh. It's just how life is. Everyone has a different sense of humor. Do I think it makes me a terrible person? No. Do I think any worse of people who don't find racist humor funny? Nah. However, there are sometimes when some people need to be put in their place. I know that some people are really sensitive when it comes to issues of race, so if you're one of those people, you might not want to read anymore.

There was a time when I was at a store. It was a Blockbuster or a Family Video. I was with a couple of friends and we were looking for a good comedy to watch. As we scoured the shelves for something good to watch, one of my friends stopped on a Madea movie. He said his mom thought it was a hilarious movie and this is where I had to stop him and explain something to him.

That was a series created by Tyler Perry. It was a movie that appealed to certain women, appealed to certain black people, but it hit home to pretty much every black woman. Being we were neither black, nor were we women, chances are, we would not find it funny or at least not enough to spend a couple bucks on the rental.

Now that's where it should've ended, that's where we should've been allowed to move on and perhaps go and find something else. If only it was so easy.I had not payed attention to my surroundings and was ambushed by a black woman who was probably going to pick up the same movie I had just scoffed.

"Excuuuuuse me?!"", she wanted to make her existence known and strong.

I knew that I was fucked, and so I turned around. This woman gave the most dominating glare at me, but I do not back down to intimidation of this caliber and so I just looked her in the eyes. However, I knew that I was in the wrong, so I tried to apologize and be on my way. Unfortunately, she was not going to let me off so easy.

"Yeah, you better be sorry you stupid ignant ass teenager. How dare you be spoutin' off such bullshit!", again, I tried to apologize, and I could see my friends out of my peripherals silently laughing to themselves as this lady lashed into me.

"You have any  idea what my people have gone through?! We've been enslaved by oppressive assholes like you! We've had to fight for our rights from dick faces like you! You ain't got any idea the pain people like me have gone through you stupid punk ass bitch!", now I'm usually a collected person, but against such things like this, I could not keep my lips shut any longer and I unsheathed my sharpened tongue.

"Okay, first of all, I had nothing to do with that shit. I am Hawaiian. Wanna know what  'people like me' when you were enslaved? We were chilling on our fucking island by ourselves. Had to fight for your rights from dick faces like me? I had nothing to do with that shit. In fact, know what some of your people did to mine? You helped those white people you apparently hate so much, imprison our queen inside of her own palace, killed my people just cause we didn't want to give up our islands to you fuckers.", she shrank back a little bit just at that, surprised that anyone actually stood up to that, but I'm a hot head, and I hate it when people do that so I continued.

"You know what we used to do to people that came to our islands before we were accepted to the mainland? We would beat the shit out of them, and eeeaaaat them. And I swear, if you ever get into my face with that weak ass shit again, my primal instincts might just emerge", after that, I just stared back into her and walked away. Sure, I kinda embellished that last part a bit about eating people, but it's not like she knew any better.

Now, in all interests of fairness, I feel like I have to hit white people as well or else this is just going to seem really one sided.

In my school days, there was a plethora of different personalities as I'm sure there are in other place of the world. I'm tolerant of most people, but being a free thinking and expressive person, I don't like the people who are uptight and extremely politically correct. I believe we were given the gift of speech and communication to freely express ourselves. Now, this is not to say that we should just say every god damn thing on our minds, but we shouldn't be hindered by other peoples expectations or feelings.

I was talking to a couple of friends, and we had recently finished a book called Bless Me, Ultima.  It was a book about this young boy of Navajo blood who is sent to live with his Grandma for the summer in order to get back in touch with his roots and his culture. It was a pretty good book. I wouldn't read it again, but it deserves a glance through.

Anyway, I was talking about this book, and I made a joke about Indians (I even implicitly feathered, not dotted) owning all the casinos or something to that extent. I admit, it wasn't the best of jokes, probably wasn't even that funny, but enter the uptight politically correct guy that feels they have to stick up for anyone and everyone.

"You do realize that it's only like that cause we did that to them right? After raping their lands and their cultures and in essence committing genocide against them, we gave them a very sorry excuse for reparations in the form of casinos and reservations", this was one of those kids that I did not even have the patience for. Besides, why do people keep on including me with all these groups of people? I'm not saying Hawaiians or even Pacific Islanders are saints, but still.

"Okay. First off, that is completely wrong", I started off, but they cut me short.

"No, it's not. Maybe if you cracked open a history book and actually took the time to read, you'd know", while I don't consider myself a thousand watt bulb, I do not like levels of condescending such as this.

"Maybe if you took a moment to actually think, maybe you'd see that I'm not exactly like you. I come from the islands out in the Pacific. I did absolutely nothing to the Indians", I could see that they winced at hearing someone call them Indians and not Native Americans, but old habits die hard, "I do know of the genocide that you speak of. Using biological warfare against them by giving them smallpox infected blankets. Sending them on the trail of tears. Betraying them and mocking their culture. I know of all the things that you did. But don't lump me into that when you say 'we'. We were surfing and having fun till you assholes took us into your union. I in fact sympathize with them", I was going to go on, but the bell rang and this kid punked out saying he didn't want to be late. I'm just glad I could put him in his place.

Now, I bring this up only because I needed a story to share and because I couldn't think of any others. I mean no offense to be taken from this, and I hope none did. I'm sure there were much better ways to handle the above situations, but it's just who I am.

Oh, and before I leave, I have two more quick things to say. One, Obama is not Hawaiian. I know a lot of people who assumed for some reason that I was going to vote for Obama because of that. Number one, I am not that type of person and petty reasons like that should never be a reason to vote for someone. The difference between him and I is that his family moved to Hawaii and was just born there. If you were to trace his lineage back a couple centuries, you'd find the majority of his ancestry is located somewhere in Kenya. I on the other hand can trace it back to the ancient Hawaiians that Tito mentioned so many times in Rocket Power.

The other is that I wanna know if there are any Hawaiian stereotypes or if there are reasons to be racist against us. The only things I've ever heard is that we're really laid back and relaxed. Oh, and that according to Family Guy, we're smelly. I always wanted to meet someone who is racist against me because I just wanted to hear their reasons.

Thanks for reading as always! I'll try and think of something more lighthearted to write for next time.

Eats

I come from a family of heavy eaters. We can eat a ton of food and luckily, not much will happen to our bodies. I let mine go a little bit, but I'm swimming again and melting off the weight, though I digress. This is just a couple stories about some foods.

I had a large appetite, even when I was a little kid. One night, I was being babysat by an old family friend. He was fourteen or fifteen at the time and regularly played football for his school. I was just a punkass kid. It was around dinner time and we were both really hungry. I don't know whose idea it was, but we decided on a hot dog eating contest.

My mom had bought a large package of hot dogs, it had thirty two in the pack and we decided to make the whole entire pack. Boiled it up, threw them in buns, and took out the ketchup. We sat down at the table and divided up the hot dogs between us and began.

It was not a timed event, it was primarily just to see who could eat more. So we began. Slowly, one by one, the hot dogs disappeared. A couple of them had ketchup, a couple of them had soggy buns, but whatever, we chomped them down. Oddly enough, I was able to keep up with him dog for dog.

As time went on, we both slowed our eating, but we still chewed on, filling ourselves with the tubular meats. It got down to our last dogs, and he couldn't believe that I had eaten so many hot dogs. Weirdly, I thought the same about him. It was fifteen to fifteen, and we were both struggling to eat the last dog. He finished his dog before mine, so he technically won, but I finished my last hot dog not too long after. He said it was one of the most impressive feats he's ever seen a little kid do. I was fucking proud of myself.



Then came a day about a year ago when I was still in school. I was going to a technical school for various trades. I had signed up for Culinary Arts, but there were quite a few different classes to sign up for like Biotechnology, Automotive Repair, Business Management and a few others.

It was a tradition at that school to have a day called 'Weenie Day' every year at the end of the year. It was officially called 'Student Appreciation Day', but they Weenie Day sounds so much better. This is a day where the school holds a bunch of events and each cluster of classes creates teams to compete against each other. The one who wins the most events is awarded the prestigious Bronze Weenie Statue.

Beforehand, they give out awards to all of the people in each of the classes. It was quite tedious, but all in all, it would just show a picture of someone, say that they passed all their classes, and go onto the next kid. Every now and then, a kid that was popular would be shown and some people would cheer or give some congratulations.

I only tell this to give an idea of how close everyone in my class was. To show some kind of team spirit, we all made tye-dye T-shirts, and wore them down. When it got time to show off our own, on every picture it plastered on the projection screen, we made such a large ruckus, our entire class got in trouble. It was worth it.

So then came time to participate in the events. I signed up for the hot dog contest. Many people were skeptical in my eating abilities. They had wanted someone like one of the fatter kids to do it, but just because they were bigger, that didn't mean they could eat more or eat faster. I know what I was doing, and I successfully signed up.

I got trash talked by the other people who were representing their teams. They claimed they were going to out eat me, but I knew better. I wasn't over confident, but I was definitely fearless going into it. The challenge was ten hot dogs, three minutes, no hands. Six way battle.

A large crowd gathered around the long table where the contestants and I had sat down, looking down at our cylindrical meats. People were looking down at us, and I could hear people even taking bets as to who was going to win. There was a girl there, and people were making sexual comments, to nobody's surprise. I heard most of the people placing bets down on the guy next to me. He was a track and field star, a wrestler, played football, and even got a little high specifically to get the munchies.

It was tense. Silent. Then the go ahead was given and it started. Diving down into my plate, I voraciously tore into my hot dogs. No longer the sloppy eight year old I once was, I inhaled my food. People were shocked at how fast I ate, especially when I got down my pace. People started chanting my name. It was an odd feeling of pride.

At roughly two and a half minutes, I was done. My dogs were all gone, my stomach only half full. I looked up, negativity crept in and I thought maybe one of the other teams had already finished. I was dead wrong, the others were only about half done. The girl though was three fourths done. When the clock whined down, I was declared the prominent victor and my team cheered in glory, hell, even some of the other teams cheered in unexpected praise, and the girl came in second.

That day, my class won just about every event we played except for one. It was a great day. A fun day.

Last short story. This summer, my family from Hawaii came up to see me graduate high school and just visit in general. We went up to somewhere to eat, I think it might have been a Denny's. My relatives are, while far from rich, are far from broke. As we sat down to look at the menu, I was very hesitant on what to order. Seeing my looks, my grandma told me I could get whatever I wanted since we were not going to get anything else that day.

I took her up on that.

I ordered three pancakes, some crepes, three pieces of bacon, two pieces of sausage, a four egg omelet, toast, orange juice, milk, and hash browns. As the food came, my uncles who sat next to me were amazed at the food I ordered, but they figured I would be taking some of it in a box and complimented me on thinking ahead to take food with me. That was only because they didn't know my cavernous stomach.

As I ate, they just looked on, shocked that I could put it all away and not look like a total slob or be completely out of shape. I shoved more and more down into my gullet. I ate everything, but I was soon coming to a block as a little bit of pancake remained.

I was going to tap out, I figured I might not have been as hungry as I had originally thought. Maybe I had almost literally bitten off more than I could chew. When defeat seemed to settle down into my eyes, my uncle looked at me very seriously.

"Listen. You can eat this. The pain you're feeling, you'll only feel it now. The pride and honor from finish though, that...that is forever."

Feeling a renewed vigor, I gulped down a drink of milk and devoured the rest of the pancakes. They were flabbergasted by my ability to eat. It was a filling breakfast. I regretted nothing.

Texts from a Friend

So I have this friend named Chris. Him and I have known each other for ten years now. Ten extremely long years. As weird as it is, with the exception of my family, he is the person that I have known the longest in my life. It's definitely a very weird thing to think about.

Anyway, my friend Chris, he is certainly an oddball. Him and I, when it comes to our friendship, it's definitely an adverse thing. We get into fights all the time, hit each other, yell, argue, will go out of each our own way just to piss the other one off, and yet, we're still best of friends. Though who we are two completely different people when it comes to others.

I'm a very extroverted live wire who loves to think and do work. Swim, run, bike. He kinda likes to stay inside and keep contact from new people a minimal. He is quite antisocial always claiming that everyone 'annoys' him, but in reality, I know that he just cannot live up to confrontation unless he is in a large difference in power.

Anyway, this is how the title relates to Chris. Due to his antisocial tendencies, he doesn't always know how to talk people. However, he does have a phone and due to not being in direct contact with the person he's talking to, will just talk without thinking about the possible consequences of what he says. He can be a bit dumb like that.

Now, there have been a couple of times (and these are only times that I know of) where he has sent texts that are quite funny in how weird or creepy they are to say the least.

A two years ago, he shot a text to a mutual friend of ours who he lived quite close to.

[Chris] Hey, u wanna come over and watch the superbowl?

[Her] Nah, I don't really like football. Thanks tho.

[Chris] Cool, I don't really like it anyway. I just watch it for the commercials. U wanna come over anyway?

[Her] Why? What we gonna do?

[Chris] Well, I thought I could show you around my house...

[Chris] and around my room....

[Chris] and underneath my sheets....

When my friend showed me this, I cracked up at just how weird he can be and how glad I wasn't a girl at that point. Then there was one time when he shot me a text while I was at work and it just made me laugh my ass off and I had to show everyone.

[Chris] Hey, do you know any girls that would be willing to do sexual things with me while my dad is gone tonight?

For awhile, I had no idea what to respond to him, but I eventually got back with the text

[Me] Find your own whores. They're mine.

So you got any odd friends like this? Friends that send creepy texts like this? Leave'm below in the comments.

Stupid Little Kids

Nothing much here to say, I'm just going to get straight to the point. What the hell is up with kids nowadays? They are just straight up stupid now. It makes me feel really old. Now, I'm not saying I was a brainiac when I was a kid, far from it. Most, if not all of us were stupid when we were kids. Though the difference is that when we were stupid, we were climbing a tree, thought we could do a backflip, failed, and broke our arm or something. We had god damn adventures, and sometimes we fucked up, but we learned a thing or two from our creativity.

Kids today? When they're stupid, it's because they've done something completely ridiculous and flabbergasting. I've seen a little kid smoking a cigarette. I was riding my bike around town and I saw a girl who looked no older than ten smoking and taking long drags on a cigarette. This prompted quite hearty laughter from me which caused her to react by being all 'hard'.

"What the fuck you laughing at?", hearing a smoking ten year old girl trying to act all tough with a high squeaky smokers voice (kind of contradictory ey?) was something that just made me laugh even harder.

"I'm laughing at the retard in front of me"

"Say that to my fucking face! I dare you!", I just rode away cracking up.

Then there's the case of cell phones. I've seen kids as young as five with cell phones. I've been out to restaurants and there will be a whole family with a plate of food in front of each of them, and all of them will be paying more attention to their phones. That is something that just blows my mind.

Now, who knows, maybe the adults are overly busy with work or something. I'm not saying that's excuse for them blatantly ignoring the rest of the family, but I could at least understand. But what in the hell are the kids doing? Who knows, maybe the times have drastically changed from when I was that age. Maybe the social life of a five year old is stagnating and overwhelming. Maybe now  you have to stay on top of that shit. But with as large as my own social life is, I don't even like to use my phone that much.

It's especially infuriating when little kids have talked down to me because they have better phones than me which is something that really shouldn't matter. Then again, who knows, maybe I'm the weird one who doesn't place that much value into a phone because I have a damn computer. That's a talk for another day though.

The thing that blew my mind the most is when I was watching this TV show called "Beyond Scared Straight". It's a show that is about a punch of punk ass kids that get sent to tour around a jail for a day in hopes that the inmates will scare them enough so that they stop being stupid and don't eventually go to jail.

The in the episodes that I watch, there's always one huge stoner kid. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the type of person that goes around condemning people who smoke weed thinking that it'll kill them or something stupid like that. But the stoner kid in every one of those episodes always says something like, "Yeah, I've been smokin' weed since I've been 7" or something like that. Now I ask you, what the hell was going on at seven that made them start smoking weed? What was so god damn stressful that they felt like they needed to start smokin' weed?

"Yeah man...Ms. Thomas' spelling test", takes a long drag, "that was something else. Cat. C-A-T. This whole time I thought it was K-A-T. Not to mention recess. Them monkey bars be bullshit. I just...I just don't know anymore"

I am a little glad though for that generation. They're providing a great warning so that hopefully, all of us out there know what not to do and maybe, just maybe, we as a society don't have dumbass kids like that ever again.

Pranks

This is a prank that I'm really proud of being able to pull off. It's a story I like to tell in conversation every now and then.

A couple years ago, I was riding my bike around town, not doing too much. Taking up the suns rays, getting a good workout. A wonderful summer day. I didn't really feel like spending time with anybody, just a good time to be by myself.

I rode down a dirt road and while doing so, I rode by an old friends house. I ride by that house quite a bit, but I usually think nothing of it. He was a cool guy, but we didn't hang out much anymore. Still, I always take a look back at that house and think back upon fond memories of childhood. This particular afternoon would stick out past all of these.

Passing by his house, I saw a couple of cars lined up in the driveway. One of them I instantly recognized as my friend Duffy's minivan. It was a dull white with a WRIF (a Michigan Radio station that plays Rock) bumper sticker and a license plate that had two half naked women bordering it. Tacky, but his grandpa got it for him and it made it instantly recognizable.

Now this yard is set up so that the house and the yard is at the bottom of a very large hill, so I'm standing on the high ground along with all the cars parked up. I looked down and saw that a bunch of people were playing airsoft. Some of the people I recognized, others I did not. Regardless, as I saw this, a plan formulated in my head.

I went through my backpack (I carry everything in my backpack from a ballgag to a toothbrush to a change of clothes to spray paint to magazines to cash to food...it goes on) and retrieved a large roll of caution tape that I had found on the Fourth of July that year.

I took the bright yellow plastic and started my handiwork. Luckily, there was also a large expanse of trees that also helped cover me while I did my deed. I started wrapping the car in all three ways. Length by width by height. This roll was particularly large so I was able to wrap most of the car covering almost all of the white space.

This still wasn't enough.

I wrapped up the tires. Got in between the holes in the rims. I wrapped up the wipers. I wrapped up the bumper and fender. There was barely any part of this that was car that was not yellow or black with the words "CAUTION" with the exception of the windows.

But that still wasn't enough.

I had the good fortune that my friend Duffy left his van windows down. It was a particularly hot day, he had his keys on him, he had nothing of value in his car, and it was a safe neighborhood. Why not leave them down so it wasn't burning on the inside later?

Answer: So asshats like me don't get inside and wrap up the seats.

I started from the back and worked my way forward. All rows were completely covered. Headrests, back part and the seat itself. Even after covering all that, I still had a tiny bit of tape left. So I wrapped up his steering wheel and found a broken airsoft magazine and wrapped that.

I got out of the car and took the magazine. I targeted Duffy, screamed his named, and launched the yellow block down the hill through the air. He took a half second look, didn't seem to care, and actually ran in the opposite direction.

Sitting up on the hill admiring my handiwork, I motioned for a couple of the participants in the game to come over. One by one they came over and laughed at what happened and how thorough I was. It was something they definitely were not expecting to see that day.

Eventually, they cut the game short; he had to see what had happened. I got on my bike, ready to go. As he walked up the hill, they gave slight hints as to what happened.

"Caution Duffy, you might not wanna see this"

"Your car looks like it's been wrecked dude"

Things like that. He saw his car and saw me and knew exactly what had happened. He was speechless. I told him to check inside his car. His face had one of those expressions where he wanted to be angry, but it was so good that he couldn't be super mad. At least that's what I thought until he leveled his rifle at me.

"Hey. So you know you're taking that off right?"

I just laughed and rode away.

Bingo

So this little event happened over the Winter, sometime in January. I was hanging out with my friend Chris one day. We're chillin', hanging out, having fun. We went down to the Flea Market (Swap Meet, or in other words pretty much a large ass garage sale for people from all over).

We got bored and had a few extra bucks to blow off at Dixieland (the Flea Market) and decided to just look around at everything. We saw a lot of old records, CD's, clothes, jackets, board games, videos...Pretty much, it was just a big ol' nostalgia fest. We eventually found a stand selling really rare Yu-Gi-Oh cards and bought a bunch for real cheap and decided we would dig up our decks later and play each other for old times sake.

Before we left, he got a call from his mother. It turns out he forgot that it was Bingo night. He likes to go with his mom from time to time cause if she wins anything, he gets a cut of it. My friend asked me if I would like to go to Bingo with him and his mom. I was now faced with two decisions. Go home to my sister (who I have a great distaste for) or go play Bingo. I've never played Bingo before, so I decided to go on with that.

When we finally got there, I asked how long it would take. Chris said it would take about two maybe two and a half hours. I thought that sounded like a good bit of time to nap and catch up on some sleep so I wrapped myself up in my coat, popped the chair back and went to sleep...

[Fast forward two and a half hours]

The chilling cold started to settle into my jacket and I woke up shivering. I looked at my watch and saw that a lot of time had passed. They hadn't gotten out yet and the parking lot was still full, so I figured it was still on, but was going to get out soon. I took out my phone, gave a couple of girls a ring, talked a bit, but eventually started to question why they hadn't gotten out yet. It was about three hours since they went in.

I got out of the car, into the bingo hall and looked around. This place was HUGE. There was easily a hundred, maybe more, all playing Bingo. There were a few large screens with footage of the numbers being drawn being projected upon, but that was not my primary concern. Looking aloof, I was flagged down my friend only to find that they were only two thirds of the way done.

That's when my trip to number hell began.

As I sat there and heard number after number being called out, I found something out about myself that was rather odd. The longer I sat there, the more my soul would be extracted. My soul was exiting from my mouth, I could see it fleeting from my body as it sought something more. I desperately tried to keep it inside, but a stunning realization hit me. The reason why old people play Bingo. They go there to die.

Old people realize that they're not fit for the rapidly advancing world and want no part in it as the innocence that they once had is slowly destroyed by evil technology. They cannot keep up with what's going on around them. Or they could just be bored and miserable. Whatever their reason, they go there to shorten their life spans via soul absorption.

You could tell how miserable these people were. Desperately stamping every number called out with such precision and accuracy as fast as they can. Some of them would fill up whole tables with sheets of bingo sheets, others had machines that held HUNDREDS of bingo sheets in their memories and stamped it for them. These people were tenacious to say the least.

Then, they snapped at the bingo caller. This was something I could not understand. Apparently, this man was 'bad' at calling out numbers. At one point, a group of people actively jeered this man.

"B-16"

"HE SUCKS! WHAT'S HE DOING!? GET SOMEONE ELSE!!!"

"Please don't boo him, he's a new guy, he's learning the ropes."

The fact that he was 'bad' at calling out numbers because apparently you need training to do this advanced task just blew my mind. We left about an hour and a half later winning no money whatsoever at the cost of half my soul, and a feeling of dread over what the others might do. I know one thing I am never doing again. I hope you heed my warning and don't make the same mistake that I did.

Weekend

No funny post or anything here, just a description of what I've been doing when I've been away. It has been a very eventful weekend.

On Friday, I went on a nice workout. I do a lot of cardio work, I'm trying to lose weight, but I dispersed some upper body and ab workouts as well. I do about twenty minutes of cardio, ten of upper body, ten of abs. A combination of that and cutting down significantly on my meals have already started to show some results. People have already commented on some weight loss they have been noticing. Screw workout supplements and corporate weight loss stuff. I don't need any of that, just discipline.

On Saturday, I went for a good swim instead of a workout. I feel like the swim did more for me than the standard workout. I was invited to many things that day. I was invited out to a play, but unfortunately I couldn't go because I couldn't find a ride. I got invited to go clubbing, but I hate that kind of music they play there. It's really annoying. It seems like it'd be a drag. That, and the girl that invited me already has a boyfriend so there's not much there. I was invited to go out and smoke weed, but I don't smoke at all so I had to decline that. Instead I went out to this small little coffee shop to an open mic night.

I ran into a friend that I haven't seen in years because he moved over to Japan to study there for a bit. We were both there for similar reasons, watch some local talent and try our hands at standup. He was pretty funny, I enjoyed his humor. Thanks to the feedback from all of you here, I went and decided to try out some of the things I have written here. It went over well and I want to thank you all for keeping up with my ramblings.

On Sunday, I got 'kidnapped' by this one girl who recently broke up with her boyfriend, comforted her with a couple of other friends. After that, I hung out with my friend and went to his monthly zombie awareness meeting. It was fun to chill with a bunch of nerds like me. They're a charitable group who in addition to messing around, are trying to set up a blood drive and a charity event for the victims of the crazy ass tornadoes.

After that, it was more working out for me. It was just a twenty minute long stretch of cardio, we didn't have any time for anything else.

I went back home, another friend came over, we watched some TV, found out Osama had been killed [insert obligatory Pro-American rally cry here] and soon went to bed.

That was my weekend in a nutshell, sorry I haven't been able to update like I've wanted to.

Now, I want to know more about my readers. It always seems one sided. When I read all of your blogs, it's usually about one interest of yours and that's it. Some of you do electronic reviews, some of you sports things, others internet things, but it's not really who you are. I wanna know more about you. Please, tell me more.

Thanks for the support as always!