I wanted to find another topic for a quick post cause I'm going out tonight and didn't feel like writing. So...in honor of going downtown in Athens (which can be totally sketch in some areas...thus you need to know what to do...plus, did you know that we have prostitutes walking North Ave late at night?)...I'm posting some instructional videos about how to survive on the streets of yo' hood.
Funny or Die has produced some funny funny videos, most notoriously "The Landlord" starring Pearl and Will Ferrell. Now it brings you these fine films starring the guy who played a funny part in Talladega Nights as one of the pit crew. My favorite scene he was in was when he was talkin' to this guy at a bar and is wondering what to get his grandma for her birthday. He throws out a few suggestions and then the guy he's talking to suggests a coffin...frickin hilarious. Ne way...I gotta go get ready, enjoy these vids...trust me, you'll likey. If not, then you're not cool so don't bother having any friends.
Keepin' Your Lady Straight
Not lettin' the dealers take you for a ride
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
They aren't potty trained
Today's quick note will be about what I'm sure a lot of you have a heard about or even seen...Two Girls One Cup
It is the most vile and disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life. And it's almost like they try to make it better than it is w/this classical music in the background, but it really just makes it more skeezy. If you haven't seen it or heard about it, it's basically a video of two girls defecating in a dixie cup and proceeding to do really nasty things. I won't talk about them on here cause I'm a lady.
Some people think it's fake, and this could be true. How could you do that w/poop and still be alive?? I also wonder if they've had these tendencies since childhood and their fascination for feces has escalated so drastically into what we see now? As a psych major...I think these girls are stuck in Freud's anal stage.
Whatever their reasoning, they are now a part of pop/porn/poop culture and they will always be known as Cup Chicks...and I will always be a little grossed out at the sight of a red dixie cup.
To watch the video, just google it cause I refuse to put it on here.
**Disclaimer: Don't bring it up at work or in class!**
If you choose not to watch it, at least watch some of the reaction videos of people as they watched it, you can Youtube these....they are pretty funny.
It is the most vile and disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life. And it's almost like they try to make it better than it is w/this classical music in the background, but it really just makes it more skeezy. If you haven't seen it or heard about it, it's basically a video of two girls defecating in a dixie cup and proceeding to do really nasty things. I won't talk about them on here cause I'm a lady.
Some people think it's fake, and this could be true. How could you do that w/poop and still be alive?? I also wonder if they've had these tendencies since childhood and their fascination for feces has escalated so drastically into what we see now? As a psych major...I think these girls are stuck in Freud's anal stage.
Whatever their reasoning, they are now a part of pop/porn/poop culture and they will always be known as Cup Chicks...and I will always be a little grossed out at the sight of a red dixie cup.
To watch the video, just google it cause I refuse to put it on here.
**Disclaimer: Don't bring it up at work or in class!**
If you choose not to watch it, at least watch some of the reaction videos of people as they watched it, you can Youtube these....they are pretty funny.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Fug
The Fashion Faux Pas...should it ever really be made?? Uh...I don't think so.
I feel that in the beginning of your life, you are allowed ur typical style mistakes...such as the tattoo chokers and a literal quilt coat, patches and all, that ur dad bought you in middle school and made you think that "all the college girls are wearin' them" so you think you'll look really cool when you wear it to a high school football game and stand on the sidelines so everyone in the bleachers has a front row seat to witness your mistake first-hand...totes not me, this is just an example.
My point is, that throughout life there are trial and errors.
-You try something
-You see the response
-Learn from that response
-Perfect your style.
The response should entail compliments, weird eye glances you may catch in a window when the person doesn't know you can see their face, your friends asking you what the hell you are wearing, your boo suddenly being very physically attentive when you step out in a new ensemble, etc. When you get the reaction, you know what to do or not to do and dress better for it, simple.
Example, totes not from any real life experiences, this is just for illustration sake....in the fifth grade, your pickin' out ur own clothes and opt for...a royal blue jumper (the kind that is shorts, not a dress) with big white flowers on it and navy blue tights underneath it w/these weird brown pleather-like clogs that have the fake wood heels and an ankle strap, topped off with a big white ribbon tied around the pony tail of a half-back hair-do. You think you look good, you think you look sharp...and then you overhear your classmates (including an ex-boyfriend...very serious, since we were in 5th grade) raggin' on ur clothes. You learn never to wear that outfit again, done aaaannd done.
Here are some celeb examples of fug (I was gonna pick on Britney, but it's been done):
Moral of the story?...if your own friend, mom, dad, sister, boyf, agent, publicist, etc. can't tell you to go change ur clothes.....then, look in a mirror before leaving the house.
**To find out more about fug, check out this amAHzing website:
Gettin' Fugly while being beat with an ugly stick
I feel that in the beginning of your life, you are allowed ur typical style mistakes...such as the tattoo chokers and a literal quilt coat, patches and all, that ur dad bought you in middle school and made you think that "all the college girls are wearin' them" so you think you'll look really cool when you wear it to a high school football game and stand on the sidelines so everyone in the bleachers has a front row seat to witness your mistake first-hand...totes not me, this is just an example.
My point is, that throughout life there are trial and errors.
-You try something
-You see the response
-Learn from that response
-Perfect your style.
The response should entail compliments, weird eye glances you may catch in a window when the person doesn't know you can see their face, your friends asking you what the hell you are wearing, your boo suddenly being very physically attentive when you step out in a new ensemble, etc. When you get the reaction, you know what to do or not to do and dress better for it, simple.
Example, totes not from any real life experiences, this is just for illustration sake....in the fifth grade, your pickin' out ur own clothes and opt for...a royal blue jumper (the kind that is shorts, not a dress) with big white flowers on it and navy blue tights underneath it w/these weird brown pleather-like clogs that have the fake wood heels and an ankle strap, topped off with a big white ribbon tied around the pony tail of a half-back hair-do. You think you look good, you think you look sharp...and then you overhear your classmates (including an ex-boyfriend...very serious, since we were in 5th grade) raggin' on ur clothes. You learn never to wear that outfit again, done aaaannd done.
Here are some celeb examples of fug (I was gonna pick on Britney, but it's been done):
Moral of the story?...if your own friend, mom, dad, sister, boyf, agent, publicist, etc. can't tell you to go change ur clothes.....then, look in a mirror before leaving the house.
**To find out more about fug, check out this amAHzing website:
Gettin' Fugly while being beat with an ugly stick
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Grandma Commercials
I recently saw this commercial for EA Sports Family Play video game with this grandma and I thought it was frickin' hilarious. So, the first 2 videos I'm posting are different versions (she says different things) that I came upon. The other videos are also grandma commercials...one which I really love (Bff Rose) and the other I just found on youtube and thot was pretty funny.
I miss my Grandma (she's in New Jersey)!
My House!
Snap!
Bff Rose
Budweiser Commercial Remake
(disclaimer: the quality of this one isn't that good, oops)
I miss my Grandma (she's in New Jersey)!
My House!
Snap!
Bff Rose
Budweiser Commercial Remake
(disclaimer: the quality of this one isn't that good, oops)
Monday, November 26, 2007
They're History
Right now...at my disposal...I have 40 magazines that I refuse to throw away. They are a mix of Cosmos, Glamours, Marie Claires, Allures, and the occasional InStyle or Rolling Stone...I do not include tabloids in my collection (even though I do occasionally buy them). And these are just the tip of the iceberg...at home, my Dad is allowing me to store FOUR 30-gallon Rubbermaid tote containers filled with even more magazines. For your viewing pleasure, I have taken the liberty of including a picture example of the size - not the brand (it's a Sterilite).
**Disclaimer: Don't let them fool you...they hold a lotta mags.
Why do I have so many magazines??...I guess I just feel that they are a part of history, showing styles and trends of that year...showing the popular music, movies, clothing, celebs, sexual concerns, relationship advice, etc. I consider them almost like yearbooks or Almanacs of subjects that I find interesting.
People may call me crazy, and may say that I'll never look at them again (Kimber) or that it's stupid to take up so much room with junk (my father)...but I bet they'll be glad I have them when either they have a question and I can use these mags as a reference...or if we are forced into survival mode and need kindling...or dishes. :)
Before...
.......................................After
**Disclaimer: Don't let them fool you...they hold a lotta mags.
Why do I have so many magazines??...I guess I just feel that they are a part of history, showing styles and trends of that year...showing the popular music, movies, clothing, celebs, sexual concerns, relationship advice, etc. I consider them almost like yearbooks or Almanacs of subjects that I find interesting.
People may call me crazy, and may say that I'll never look at them again (Kimber) or that it's stupid to take up so much room with junk (my father)...but I bet they'll be glad I have them when either they have a question and I can use these mags as a reference...or if we are forced into survival mode and need kindling...or dishes. :)
Before...
.......................................After
Sunday, November 25, 2007
It's that time again...
Christmas is here!! After an evening of errands, my friend Melissa and I could not help but notice that Christmas is all around, sounds corny...but for lack of better words, it's true. We even joined in on a little potluck of Christmas themed candy with our roommate Katie...Mint Lindt Truffles, a Ghirardelli mix of different flavored squares, and some disgusting Andes Mocha Mint candy. Don't get me wrong, Andes are good - for me I associate them with Christmas, but this flava is horrid...Do Not get them...they remind me of stale coffee and chocolate that has been sitting for years.
Neway...the real point to this blog is that I am definitely not ready for Christmas. I guess it's because I have so much to do (projects, papers, research, finals, gift shopping...aaahh, the gift shopping) before the 25th, that the stress has created a London fog around the holiday and I just can't get excited yet.
Again, don't get me wrong...I LOVE jingle-jangle time...but for some reason, it's just not invoking the same reaction it has in years past. But never fear...I'll let ya'll know when the feeling hits, and it will not come too soon. Mayhaps after a viewing of Christmas Vacation and It's a Wonderful Life, some tasty Andes (original), and a constant stream of whatever radio station plays holiday songs now, since apparently it's not longer Peach 94.9 Lite FM...I think B98.5 does it...I will finally be in the mood...ooo la la. Til then...I bid you adieu.
Neway...the real point to this blog is that I am definitely not ready for Christmas. I guess it's because I have so much to do (projects, papers, research, finals, gift shopping...aaahh, the gift shopping) before the 25th, that the stress has created a London fog around the holiday and I just can't get excited yet.
Again, don't get me wrong...I LOVE jingle-jangle time...but for some reason, it's just not invoking the same reaction it has in years past. But never fear...I'll let ya'll know when the feeling hits, and it will not come too soon. Mayhaps after a viewing of Christmas Vacation and It's a Wonderful Life, some tasty Andes (original), and a constant stream of whatever radio station plays holiday songs now, since apparently it's not longer Peach 94.9 Lite FM...I think B98.5 does it...I will finally be in the mood...ooo la la. Til then...I bid you adieu.
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