half-japanese girls (consciousness) (2211 hits)
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Submitted by Matchstick Man <i like ponies> (View user info) at 2005-03-21 15:40:54 EST
In case you don't know me, the title has nothing to do with the actual content. There are, in fact, no half-Japanese girls in this post. That said, all you horny uber-leeches can -2 away.
The part about conciousness signifies that this post will be really quite well-worded for someone who's only 16 but will not possess nearly the stonerism of my Insomniac Cognition (Cogniac) posts. I apologise for that last part. It's going on 3pm here, making it easily 5 hours in which I have not been asleep.
As one final note, I'm not giving names, to somewhat protect the anonymity of my acquaintances.
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i had a handful of epiphanies at state finals.
it started as a desparate attempt to cling onto my own quasi-popularity. yes, ladies and gentlemen, i'm telling the truth; i joined the winter drumline. this year we were a first-generation group, only two of us having ever done this before (one of these being so extremely talented that he is a professional drummer and has been in the glassmen...google is your friend). we went through our james bond-themed show at three regular season competitions, recieving around 75 points on average per show, putting us in contention for state finalist-ism. we made it, by the proverbial seats of our pants. aww hell, you don't care. we made 15th out of 16.
the point i'm trying to get at is far away from the fact that we kinda suck ass as an ensemble, but what's disturbing is that the last sentence could be easily adapted to a one-clause description of the problem. a flag girl sucked a cock on the bus home.
i don't have a problem with whores. no, not at all; i love whores. the world needs more whores. what i do have a problem with is that the guy who got blown is a) a thug and b) a pussy bitch. i really dislike the whole thug/rap/hip-hop/jet magazine (down to earth reference) thing. i think there's no talent involved there...don't let me get started on musical taste though. what i hate is that this social group basically condones unadultered drug use, rampant promiscuous sex with many anonymous partners, and "jigga"-ism, whatever that means. i don't know, i just made it up.
the now-blown thug came up to me after we got back, about 9:45 pm, and told me "all about it"-i still don't want to let it sink in. he mumbled under his breath to me all season about how fat she was and how ugly she was and how much he wouldn't touch that, etc. then he clinton'd her. so we see that the world of hip-hop is basically hypocrisy founded on getting some, right?
maybe he's just a bad example.
another thing that occured to me at state was...well, i won't come out and say it just yet. i'm going to tell you the little anecdotes that lead up to it, to build suspense.
i have a friend who didn't stay at the basketball game to see our "performance" after we lost by a free throw (fuck shit). her excuse was that she had gymnastics in the morning, so she had to get some sleep. i told her that this meant she'd have to come along to a competition. she replied with a simple "haha ok." i really meant it. this past friday i hit her up on aim and told her that she'd need to be at the high school by around 8:30 or 9 in order to make the bus.
she didn't end up making it-she overslept.
anyway...we got there, and after our "performance" we (me, and a couple of other people that hadn't left for spring break yet) were just sitting around in the cafeteria being cool and eating horrifically overpriced food. then a girl from some other random school just comes over and sits at our table, and starts talking to us. you don't have to be a guy to understand how awesome i thought this was. i had been thinking about doing this kind of thing at a competition since marching band season-and i had, in fact, gone up to a complete stranger and asked her out. i didn't get a number but i wasn't upset. anyway, this girl is sitting at our table and steve (the name she gave him because she didn't know his real one) tells me that he thinks he remembers her from somewhere (it turns out that bass #3 had nailed her at prelims...inconsequential) she brings her friends over and the other girl seems to actually be interested in me...a little bit. i didn't know her, didn't know whether she had herpes or not, etc., so i just ignored it all.
later i was tying my shoes by the restrooms and a girl walks out, looks down at me and says, "hey i like your shoes." since i am wearing the superb Converse All-Stars Chuck Taylor model basketball shoe, possibly the most derivative and cliche shoe since slice bread was made into a shoe and everyone wore it until they realized it was for eating and then wondered why it tasted like foot, and she was wearing a pair herself, and judging by the look on her face, you just had to know. if it weren't for the fact that i was in fact talking to my father at that moment about some other shows i had seen that day, and it's quite obvious he was my father, she probably would have been inclined to carry on the conversation further...but she didn't, walked away into the obscurity of my memory.
i, quite possibly one of the least attractive males at the entire competition, and i was actually hit on, on no less than two occasions, and completely unsolicited, too.
i got home and called my friend, to ask her where she was.
epiphany number 2: nothing beats a gymnast. not even a drummer chick, extremely hot or not.
a third epiphany was so obvious that i think i'll come out and say it and then follow up with point development, a la english essay.
marching band and all its affiliates are lonely work.
i was riding the bus home when this struck me. i had been listening to the same music on my mp3 player for about an hour before i realized that i was bored so i looked around. one of my friends (slut) was busy doing the aforementioned thug, one was asleep, and the other had his cd player on. that was almost the entire population of the bus...so you get a pretty good idea of how many people had left directly after the performance to hop a plane and go to competition. anyway...i was bored as fuck and won't go into any details as to what i realized was going on in the next seat, because slut weighs over 200 pounds (i'll give her credit for losing a lot of weight lately) and thug weighs 127. ick. anyway, here i am, the proverbial life of the party incarnate, and i have no one to party with. so i do the buddy thing and climb down onto the bus floor, stretch out, and prepare to take a nap. god, i hate boredom. it's worse than pneumonia, and i've had both. i desparately grasped for something to do, because i knew that if i took a nap on the floor it would last all the way home, and i would be in a world of trouble when we got home. so i tapped one dude on the shoulder and nodded at myself. he woke up the other guy and we had a big ol' laugh watching me do things that no man should ever be able to do (i happen to be incredibly flexible, so sue me). we got home and i took inventory. i had died a little inside.
i don't like being alone, but much worse is the feeling of being surrounded by people and still feeling lonely.
here's some asians anyway, because i know it was difficult to read an un-stoned stoner post. it's almost as bad as what would come if green day did an unplugged tour.
User Reviews
Submitted by boneface (user info) at 2005-03-22 04:07:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
The idea of consciousness came across
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2005-03-21 22:34:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Sometimes you just have to lay on the floor of the bus to see the world clearly... It's out there - that thing you're looking for. That release. It'll come when you're not looking.
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Goddamn you half-Japanese girls
do it to me every time
oh, the redhead said you shred the cello
And I'm jello, baby
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me
I'm the epitome of Public Enemy
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me
I'm a lot like you so please Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me
I asked you to go to the Green Day concert
You said you never heard of them
-How cool is that?-
So I went to your room and read your diary:
"watching Grunge leg-drop New-Jack through a press table..." and then my heart stopped:
"listening to Cio-Cio San fall in love all over again."
How stupid is it? I can't talk about it
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart
(How stupid is it? Won't you give me a minute
Just come up to me and say hello to my heart) How stupid is it?
For all I know you want me too and maybe you just don't know what to do or maybe you're scared to say: "I'm falling for you"
I wish I could get my head out of the sand 'cuz I think we'd make a good team
and you would keep my fingernails clean
but that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize
'cuz I can't even look in your eyes without shakin', and I ain't fakin'
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-03-21 22:22:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ardubs (user info) at 2005-03-21 15:49:56 (#)
Ranking: -2
That chick is hideous.
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Get fucked. This woman is a messiah of sexual euphoria.
Submitted by Bizantine (user info) at 2005-03-21 22:09:31 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
*ahem*...yes
Submitted by Bizantine (user info) at 2005-03-21 22:08:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
"In case you don't know me, the title has nothing to do with the actual content. There are, in fact, no half-Japanese girls in this post. That said, all you horny uber-leeches can -2 away. "
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very well. say no more, -2
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"here's some asians anyway"
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no, 1 asian. so bah. only plus 1
grand total,
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Submitted by TheSunGod (user info) at 2005-03-21 17:22:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
"it started as a desparate attempt to cling onto my own quasi-popularity. yes, ladies and gentlemen, i'm telling the truth; i joined the winter drumline. "
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-that was mistake #1. as far as i know, the only people to gain or maintain popularity by joining a drumline were those in the movie "drumline".
-mistake #2: remove the word "proverbial" from your diction by 97.8%, and your writing will improve by 78%. (on a related note, 87.46% of all statistics are made up on the spot.)
-mistake #3: i don't care how stupid your shoes are or if your father is standing right there, you should have chatted the girl up for about 3 minutes and then fucked her up against the wall. with your converses on.
otherwise, this could have been a fun read if it made a little more sense.
Submitted by matchstickman (user info) at 2005-03-21 17:22:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
lol...ha, made you read my shit
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-03-21 15:56:20 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
"There are, in fact, no half-Japanese girls in this post."
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Dude, you got me all excited...for nothing.
Submitted by ras0ne (user info) at 2005-03-21 15:54:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
WTF...go get stoned
Submitted by ardubs (user info) at 2005-03-21 15:49:56 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
That chick is hideous.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2005-03-21 15:47:42 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
one time at band camp....