New desktop background. Law School predictions with my current GPA and a mediocre LSAT. Fuck that shit, time to get cereal.

I’ma Tumblrfamous you just watch.

It’s been way too long since I wrote something for pleasure. I used to do it all the time, when I was younger. In middle school I wrote a lot of stories. Now all I do is write papers strung out on nicotine and coffee about politics. That’s a shame. I must write more. You just don’t get better if you don’t practice.

I’ve thought about this from time to time but I never did I get off my ass and do anything. Tonight on a whim I looked up my roommate Kevin’s Wordpress, just for fun. It made me remember a theory I thought of a while back. I feel as though there are two Kevins living in that same body, and most people miss out on the privilege I have had of meeting both. The Kevin most people see is in all ways excessive. He has appetites for food, drink and company that few others can rival. He says things that shatter delicate sensibilities with deadpan seriousness, some of the funniest, most absurd, marvelously insane things I’ve ever heard. Boundless energy. Up for anything.

The Kevin the elect get to see is one of the most thoughtful, generous people I’ve ever met. He can work on a project for hours at a time without breaking focus. Well read, well spoken, driven. Driven as fuck. And I guess that drive is what brought me to write this. I’ve always been talented. I’ve always been smart. I’ve always lacked that drive. I can’t remember a time when I tried in school until maybe this year. In more arrogant times I prided myself in laziness and last minute effort. Prided. What a little shit. 

I can’t think like that anymore. I got lucky out of high school. Somehow I still got into a great school. Not the best, but certainly nothing to cry about. By pure happenstance I was placed in a suite, on a floor, in the same building as some of the smartest, most inspiring people I’ve ever met. The guys I live with can deftly switch from phallic humor to philosophy, and are each talented in their own way. I. Got. Lucky. As in, loaded-dice lucky. I can’t count on that in the future. 

I’ve been getting better every day, and I think I can attribute a lot of that to my roommates. When I fail at something due to mere lack of trying, they don’t stop giving me shit for it. It’s admittedly annoying sometimes, but I know they just want to see me live up to my potential. I’m not going to go from - to borrow a phrase from my most eloquent roommate - a fuck fuck guy to an honor student in a few days, but damn it I’m going to get there, and if I should fall from grace with chance at least I’ll know I tried. Thanks for the inspiration Kevin.

Cheers.

If we can make one resolution for the tenth anniversary, just one, please let it be an end to the “9/11 Truth” movement. Apparently up to 36% of Americans believe the attacks were an inside job (http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_1475.cfm) I’m especially attacking the film Loose Change. I remember not to long ago running into a lot of people who were fooled by its empty, borderline insane claims. People still believe this shit, despite all manner of scientific evidence that says otherwise. Knock it off. We know what happened, and it was despicable. I remember in the original film (I don’t know if it’s still in there as they are constantly refining their bullshit) they claimed that the good people who crashed in Pennsylvania were government agents and were in fact still alive. Yeah. They said that. To the people’s families. Please, if you know someone who has even brought up this shit, send them this link, and tell them to spread it to their friends who believe similarly. Honor those who died. Stop the bullshit. 

http://loosechangeguide.com/LooseChangeGuide.html

That Veronica Vaughn is one hot piece of ACE. I KNOW from EXPERIENCE.

P.S. I’m pretty sure this is what I was talking about in the last post.

If there’s something I miss about 90’s fashion, it’s gotta be the bombshells we had back then. I’m not saying women aren’t attractive now, it’s just the standard has changed. It was hard for me to find a picture that really nailed it, and after running google searches that turned up a lot of porn and, inexplicably, pictures of David Beckham (apparently he was inside all these bombshells at the time, the bastard) I settled for Geri Halliwell. I’m still not sold on it. They were the kind of girls you saw in old school beer advertisements, on your dad’s calenders. There’s one I think of specifically. She hangs in my buddy back home’s basement, which is full of random drinking memorabilia that his dad has acquired over the years. It all stops around the mid-90s, which I’m perfectly fine with; the nostalgia is fantastic. But up against the back wall, behind the pool table, hangs this wall sized Coors advertisement. The damn thing must be 15 feet long, five feet high. This girl is stunning in all those great ways they aren’t now: unnaturally blonde, lipstick a little too red. The bikini cut is different even. I miss that girl. I bet she has kids now.

kevinlin:

Azure aka @justinpark with the new video to “So Nice!” I see you @thangnguyen.

New video ( with a budget whaaaat) comin up later this month too so look out for that.

cop his mixtape illusions of oasis here. 

Gotta support Azure. Kid’s sick.

kingstonhonkers:

lulz.

Hahahaa oh Cosby

Again, if you haven’t heard the Clash… Really get on your shit. It’s been 30 years man haha.