weekend notes
- i went on a church retreat/rehab this weekend. good for my soul.
-i smoke more on church trips than i do at home.
-i ate dinner with my grumma yesterday and i stpped on a huge clump of rice. what a waste of a sock.
-so over the weekend kim jong il died. as soon as i walked into my office yesterday i was bombarded with questions. as if i had some inside information. as if i have connections with a reporter at the “north korean post”. BITCH I KNOW JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO SHEESH.
- koreans hook other koreans up. i go to a deli, i get hooked up someway somehow. call it what you want, but thas the truth. ironically, you dont get hooked up at a korean restaurant tho. it has to be korean owned shop/store where a majority of the customers are white/black. is it just a korean thing or do white folk hook up other white folk? imagine the uproar if they did. “RAAACIST” card.
-on sunday we went to hanna’s to chill. i passed the fuck out and woke up. everybody left, and steve hyung and hanna were watching a movie.
me: what movie is this?
hanna: ….what? are serious?
me: ….uh….yeah…
hanna: its the santa clause 3!
me: …..oh…never seen it
hanna: WAIT. youve never seen santa clause 3?
me: …no…
hanna: WHAAAT!
she was being serious. is it just me? i mean i know theres some iconic movies i haven’t seen but santa clause 3? i saw the first one like 10 years ago when i was bored or something. this past year i watched forrest gump for the first time in my life (yes i know.) but santa clause 3? is it really something i missed? list of iconic movies i haven’t seen
-shawkshshank redemption
-the goonies
-pulp fiction
-Usual suspects
-Sex Trek – the next penetration
-In Diana Jones
-…and i guess santa clause 2? 3?
like…for real?
[password for the entry below]
so this is part 2 of my entries today. the first entry below is password protected. i protected it cause theres some people i dont want reading it. i mean i write some pretty crazy shit, but this is a little different. im pretty sure theres a couple church youth group kids who know about my blog, so thats why i did it. (FYI mary you probably dont wanna read this either).
i mean its not like a CRAZY story, but once you read it youll understand why i wanted it protected LOL.
the password is the last four digits of my cell + tommys middle initial
and if you dont know, ask me.
lp out
[weekend notes]
-you know sometimes you wake up to the sun beaming in your eye? for some reason last night the moonlight was beamin in my eye and that woke me up. that was trippy. that was a boring opening statement but im jus sayin it was weird man.
-went down to richmind to go to robins/monics grad and see my boyos. so we went to a club and the bartender was terrible. bitch if you are spending more time at the register than the actual bar, you SUCK. anyways, after literally 15 minutes of waiting she finally comes up to me.
donny: yo order a chocolate covered pretzel
me: wtf…its a bar
donny: its a drink! she knows it. tastes soooo good
me: what…are you serious?!
donny: just order it trust me.
bartender: what you want
me: …uh…3 chocolate covered pretzels…?
bartender: guy i have no idea what that is.
i give donny the WTF stare.
donny smiles and nods. like it was a trick to make me look stupid or something.
bartender: whats in it?
me: uh….alcohol?
bartender: um
at this point the guys next to me are starin at me to hurry cause this bartender sucks anyways.
me: you know fuck that just give me 3 shots of black
bartender: 3 shots of jack? okay.
me: – no i said..man fuck it fine
and i was thinkin…taking this long to order a drink, and this place is gonna have last call real soon so better order a lot.
me: just make it 10.
and thas where we went SPAM.
so after that we all went to a house party to drank some more. a college house party. aw jeez!
donny ronny and i ended up at a college house party on friday night. donny and i went outside to hit a jack. chit chatted with a guy.
the guy was a freshman.
the guy said “oh shit you’re 10 years older than me HAHAHAHA”
-jasons’ coworker’s house party: white people oh so crazy. kinda sketch how there werent any black guys there lol jk jk. im pretty sure if i worked with guys like that, i dont think i would get anything done. ever. the only thing that made me mad was that they were all whiteney folk. what is a whiteney folk? white people who think whitney houston is better than mariah. jrok your votes were RIGGED I TELL YA. lol but all in all good party, good people. with only like 2-3 hours of sleep and being in the damn car all day, i got pretty fucked up.
cause as soon as i got in the car to go to k street, BAM. i was dunzo. threw up in the bathroom. TWICE i nthe first 30 minutes of bein there. i was gettin my sanity back at k street until that fucker thang comes up to me with a bottle of goose.
thang: you love me?
me: i love ya bro
thang: then swig the bottle
me: wat naw man i cant
thang: that aint love man.
me: fuckin fine
and i flatlined right there. a flash of memory of julia yelling at me but i couldn’t move or say anything. a flash of memory of jason tryin to carry me to the car, but that got me more sick and then started throwin up in the garage.
and then next thing i know im knocked out in my bed. i hear footsteps.
giant motherfuckin FOOTSTEPS. jasons prolly coming into my room. i have about 3% energy left. im going to use whatevers left, to scare the fuck out of him. LOL AND I DID AHAHAHAH.
and then i had to teach class the next day. good thing my girl stephanie lead the class. cause i was zombied out
-game of hte week? the meow game. basic premisis: sing a song, but you replace every lyric with the word “meow.” and your friends have to guess. this game sounds ridiculously stupid. but jason tommy and i played and we were laughing hardcore. maybe its cause it was just us.
anyways have a good monday yall.
and a closing fact: no one watches infomercials that late at night. LOL whada burn. shout out to the yg boys n hutch n b-nasty for the support lol.
lp out
me and mariah vs jason and whitney
i dont think two guys have ever debated so strongly about
Whitney vs Mariah.
so it all starts off with jason responding to my blog to my twitter.
jason : whitney > mariah
me: thats like saying marty janetty > HBK
jason : i rest my case.
#childplease
me: oh no you did not. listen to 1:38 mark.
jason: #youtrippin #whitney>mariah
me: Whitney.
-greatest love of all
-i wanna dance with somebody
-i will always love you
-i’m every woman
-your love is my love
-heartbreak hotel
-when you believe
mc
- hero
-dreamlover
-sweetheart
-one sweet day
-we belong together
-through the rain
-endless love
-fantasy
-breakdown
-thank god i found you
- my all
-always be my baby
-whenever you call
-all i want for christmas is you
-emotions
-ill be there
-without you
AND many more! com on jrok. i dont hate on whitney but
mariah = goat
whitney = billy goat
jason: #truestory #whitneybetterthanmariah
As far as who’s been more successful, or had a better overall career, I give it to Mariah. Hands down. But if we’re talking about the best femail VOICE…whitney in her prime kills Mariah. Not even close. Mariah’s vocal signature is something of a gimmick, going way up in register and hitting six to 15 high notes. Whitney was much more pure. Like the voice of an angel.
me: hitting all those notes is not a gimmick. it is talent. a gimmick is like autotune. the only gimmick mariah has is waving her arms everywhere.
LOL but yes your video proves some points. it milks it. actually im not too sure you compiled that video. BUT just cause shes louder dont mean shes better. mariah prolly didn’t wanna go over the top where it water downs the actual song naw mean? hitting more notes means better singer doesnt it? imagine a person who can only hit 1 note, compared to someone who can hit 10?
in this mama jama, mariah hits the notes that whitney can’t get. whitney only does the powerful parts, which are more noticeable.
whitney’s voice is more powerful, not angelic. and your video shows that.
but remember an angel can sing you to sleep. who would u rather have sing to you when you go to sleep? would u rather have a powerful voice like whitney or the vocal talents of mariah carey who can hit so many different ranges?
whitney’s voice is more like an alarm clock to wake up to.
jason: Ok, so lets try to break this down so we can agree: Mariah has more range, but whitney’s voice is more powerful. If whitney could only hit 2 notes, then yes, Mariah would get the advantage, but whitney can hit every note that counts, except for those super high ones that sound like a dog whistle. Mariah has more range, but whitney is defiantely more soulful.
me: lol
yes i agree
whitney is deifnitely more soulful
it all comes down to personal preference
its like comparing bonchon and popeyes
later that night i get a text.
jason: the bodyguard is on tv right now…i wonder if they’re gonna show glitter next #HA #embarassing
low blow man.
So, who do you think? The question is…
we leave this vote to you
[GOAT]
this girl is GOAT
nuff said
today i dont got much to write. like literally. i dont have enough interaction these days during the week to write anything interesting.
so i leave you with this.
why did the indians get here first?
cause they had reservations.
good looks jrok.
next week i will have a jaw-dropping smiling post. i call it “the persuasive essay”.
buhbye
[how should i know]
tommy and i were eating dinenr at my parents house, and my parents had people over. one of them brought their 6 year old kid. we were asking him all the questions that we got when we were little like
“do you have a girlfriend”
“do you like girls”
“whats your fave tv show”
blah blah etc
we also taught him this – whenever an adult asks you a question, and you dont know, just shrug your shoulders, put your hands up, elbows bent (the classic i dont know pose) and say “how should i know? i’m only six!” and you’ll definitely get the “AWWWWWW YOUR SOOO ADORABLE” and people would love it.
so we taught him that.
then i thought, would that work now? oh it was time to test that out. so i went out later that night, thinking “this…probably won’t work, but might as well give it a shot.” i forgot who i was talking to, but they asked me a question.
me (baby voice): how should i know? i’m only 28!
girl: ……………………………………….what…..was that?
me: uh….
girl: …………
me: …………………..
opposite effect. so at what age does that stop being cute? 7? is 7 cuttin it close?
also what happened that night at my parents house
me: is your teacher a guy or girl
kid: girl
me: next time she tells you to do something tell her “no, now go make me a sandwich.”
LOOOOOL
i HOPE, i HOPPPPE he says it.
