good lord.
come to school, and what is the first costume i see that isn't just a brightly colored wig?
fucking mario.
fucking mario.
i hope mine looks better than his.
fake mustache shit.

for all of you people who think you don't have enough money to get a costume for halloween,
mine cost 40 cents (plus tax).

in other matters:
give me some sugar, you ARE my neighbor.

gary payton and karl malone are on the lakers now?!
shit. they're the new yankees.

its kinda weird to think about it, but you gotta think its kinda true that the presidents style is representative of what most people strove to look like in that time.

being a bearded man, i seem to notice that i get more looks cuz, well, if you have a beard and arent old, then youre a fucking hippy. kinda a slight out dated fashion...

anyway. taking a look at these dudes shows that none other than abe lincoln started the presidential trend of beardedness. back in ol' 1861.

with exception of andrew johnson who had no facial hair, and grover cleveland, who merely had a mustache, and chester authur who had one of them pimpin mustaches that attatched to your sideburns, all presidents from abe to benjamin harris (term ending 1893) had themselves a beard.

i wonder what exactly started the trend. and then also what killed it. could it be something as unrelated as industrialization?
why does clean-shaven give that more-professional type look?
only two other presidents outside of that window previously named have their portraits with mustaches.
teddy roosevelt and william taft. both barely into the 20th century.

so odd.

also. when i was in egypt. my beard growing was questioned by our guide, mustafa.
he said that the beard was alright, but that just a plain mustache, like his, would look better.
now what the hell made that the fashion trend over there?

personally, child molester comes to mind when i picture myself with a mustache.
but could some stereotype like that influence an entire population?
i guess its probable.

and could something as menial as a nation's leader wearing or not wearing facial hair influence the public?
another possibility....

well damn. this led to nothing.
however, my guess for US facial hair era would have to do something with frontierism and that being the defining fashion of the times. but as to why they chose beards? hell if i know.

it really wasnt limited to the US though. cuz people like darwin were also sporting a fat buncha chin pubes at this time. unless they were just jealous and down for some mimicry to make themselves look on an equal level as our booming country.

who knows.
topic ended.

the odd thing about the post before the metro-retards is that i kinda still wanna test the fields.
...see what other sciences have to offer.
but alas. not enough time.
its not like i was taking slacker classes though (except when i was forced).
oh. but i do kinda resent having to take new testament at westmont.
now i know who melchizadek is.... thanks.

i think joe metro needs to go back to school.
while waiting out infront of blockbuster for the damn buses that always blow by, i read a sign:

Do to the football game, Rt 68 will not be stopping here.

mmm. okay.
do to the football game, as the football game would do to you?

don't think so.

being damn near graduation, i've been looking at the classes i've taken over the years.... six... years....
anyway. i'm kinda torn between what has come of my education.
on the one hand, i kinda enjoy the variety i've tried: bio, chem (o chem), anthro, spanish, geography, geology, astronomy, history, philosophy, psych, and botany; but i also kinda wish that i had had a bit more focus with a possibility of double majoring in something like spanish or linguistics or something.
cuz. as much as i hate to admit it, anthro, like other such majors i.e. poly sci, soc, psych (sorry if i offend anyone) are kinda a joke.

theoretically i could minor in either spanish or lingusitcs in two more quarters, but if i got the will and money in me, is another issue.
then maybe i'd have a little more direction with life....... kinda.
course grad school could do that too... but of course then i'd have to get off my ass and work on the apps.

two papers done, one to go.
two papers in spanish done, one in bs to go.

fuck yeah

remember this shit?
well. get ready, cuz its coming back full force.
halloween style.

i think theres some people out there that you're always destined to look retarded in front of.
of the nameless many of mine, one stuck out last night.
i went and took a cpr class from my old old scoutmaster.
went through the whole nearly 4 hour course and took a "written" mult choice test.
to say the least, i bombed the fucker.
which is truely fucked up, cuz i've taken nearly the same damn test like 5 years ago.
it was like you had to try to miss that many.
probability says that i'm way at the end of the spectrum for getting that score.
but anyway. dave (scoutmaster) being the good guy that he is,
still hooked up a retard like myself.
now only one third more to the plan before i can become a fucking lifeguard: 1st aid cert.

so. to reinforce the fact that i'm incredibly lucky in this past week or two,
i will let you in on another unusual up (as oppsed to down) in my life.

i visit my parents on the eastside probably 2 to 4 times a month.
coming back last weekend, it was dark, 9 or 10 o'clock.
i'm bombin back so meg can get a good nights sleep and some law studying in. ;)
anyway. i get off on montlake, the usual, and just before merging to get into the flow of traffic,
them blue and red sirens go off behind me.
dun bin pulled over. 5th time ever. ( i guess thats kinda a lot, eh?)
anyway. the cop strolls on over, asks for my shit.
writes some shit down on his little pad,
and tells me,
"well, you weren't driving recklessly, and you did signal to switch lanes, but you didn't to get on the offramp. you need to do that. also, you were going 71 in a 50 zone. where do you have to be in such a hurry?"

"uh. no where."

"well, since you weren't driving recklessly, i'll just let you off with a warning"


FUCKING 21 OVER, AND ONLY A WARNING!?!?!!!
holy crap! so needless to say, that pressing weight of anxiety was lifted, so we had a little bs conversing.
he saw the dairy queen cup that meg was holding.
he told us to enjoy.
and i was like.

"yeah, i know, doesn't it suck that there aren't any in seattle?"

to which he replies,

"well, not that i scope this kinda thing out ;) but theres one in the food court at northgate."

heh. silly cop. silly, NICE cop.

PS. methinks he was trying to find people related to the whole frat, kill shit riot thing....
thank god for dumbasses. (although after cpr, i might be included in that party)

hopefully on thursday i will be able to take a cpr class from my old scoutmaster.
good to know people, i guess.

so yeah. this saturday.
went to bainbridge island on the 610 AM ferry.
got there bout 10 to 7.
what the hell for, you ask?
cpr and first aid classes.
the only thing is...
the class doesnt start til 8.
so i'm in the fire dept. parking lot.
waiting. waiting.
suddenly. i gotta take a shit.
after waiting and waiting and having nothing to do,
it gets the better of me.
i bolt out of the car and run across the street to the church.
they got some berry bushes on their far perimeter.
i drop trough, and, well, you know the rest.
but i whipped my ass with the fucking receipt for the ferry.
motherfuckers and their $12....each way.
oh. btw. at 8 i found out that the classes were cancelled.
(hence the bitterness for paying the ferry $24 for dick)
i got an email today after i emailed them saturday,
that said that they didn't have my phone #
(wasn't connected at the time) so they mailed me.
i bet it went to my parents.
so they had their ass covered, cant get too mad at them.
and they also offered a refund, so i guess it turned out ok.
sept for that fucking $24 and lack of sleep.