Food For Thought 2: Sungoations

So since it's finals week, I have been a little preoccupied procrastination in other ways. So besides focusing on a common theme for a few stories I've encountered, here is another version of some things I've noticed recently.

-Before I start, I would like to mention part of my inspiration for this blog, and his name is Aaron Karo, creator of Ruminations.com and author to a few books of the same topic. The thing is, I've started to use this word so much, that I would text it to people for references, but for some reason, even though I added the word to my T9, the word sungoations still comes up everytime I try to write ruminations, so watch me as I sungoate.

-T9 can be frustrating at times, like I know it’s a pretty smart tool, but sometimes it’s a little obvious I just want to pluralize a word, and not just change the entire word by hitting 7. For instance, I said how ruminations is now sungoations…sometimes I’ll just let the person I’m texting figure out what I’m saying, and if they can, it’s usually a sign of a pretty good friend.

-General rule of thumb: If you are telling a story and at the end, you didn't quite get the reception you think your story deserved, and you constantly find yourself saying "you had to be there," there's one of two things wrong. You either suck at telling stories or your life is just not that interesting.

-Has anyone else noticed how the Pringle design is backwards? Garrett and I have discussed many a time how the side of the Pringle that perfectly contours to your tongue has absolutely no flavor. All the taste is on the opposite side and it pisses the shit out of me; it actually allows me to stop once I pop.

-I've talked to more than one person about this, and do you ever notice that for some reason if you have a big bag of Lays Original potato chips, they taste so much better than the "fun" individual size. No clue why that is.

-Speaking of fun size, you know what's more fun than fun size candy like M&M's and Skittles? King Size. There's a serious problem with the names of candy bag sizes...the biggest size should be fun, because if I'm eating that much candy, hell I'm having a blast.

-Calling a guy that gets with a lot of girls a pimp kind of makes no sense. A pimp is just a networker, we don’t know what or whom he’s doing.

-Quote of the week comes from my friend Fran who was talking about how some kid she didn't like was a dick. My friend Pops was in the room, and he was like, "yeah, but I'm a dick to you, too." That's when Fran uttered back to Pops, "yeah, but you're a dick that I can take." And yes, we have been giving her shit for it for days.

-This next one is from my friend Jill: you know when you see old people go to the beach just to sit there with like hats gloves and 73 blankets like they look like they are on the verge of freezing to death. What's up with that?

-And finally, I'll end with a story from the other night. So after a long night of bar hopping, a group of me and my friends almost fight this one kid at the bar because he was all over this girl that was our friend. So a bunch of us are in fighting moods when we get to the subway, and there this seemingly homeless guy talking about Obama. He was saying things like, "I crossed the train tracks from that side to this side for Obama, BITCH!" He was clearly just looking for a fight and of course one of the kids we were with was a huge McCain supporter, so shit got very heated with endless threats. We eventually get to our stop, and we walk out the turnstiles. At this point, the guy couldn't come close because he couldn't afford the 2 dollars to get off then get back on. Out of desperation, he decides to throw his hat on the ground towards us. I turn around to walk away when all of a sudden I feel something hit my calf. He threw his ladies speed stick deodorant at me...like wtf? I'd say it almost got me mad enough to want to fight him, but you had to be there.