veg.

I am a vegetarian. I don't really tell people- because most vegetarians really like to tell the world they DON'T EAT MEAT!!! (That was me shout typing). And they get annoyed. But I really do think the Catholics kind of got the no red meat on Friday thing right. Why don't I eat meat?

1.) Socially: meat packing plants recruit illegal immigrants to work in their factories. Working in such a factory is one of the most dangerous jobs in America. Illegal immigrants means no insurance benefits, and many times they call the immigration department and deport workers the day before pay checks are handed out. Chicken farmers rarely make any real wages as the large companies that sell the birds- Tyson, usually pocket most the profits. The average American chicken farmer is $20,000 or more in debt.

2.) I do feel bad for the animals. Last Thanksgiving I was helping my mom transfer our turkey from oven to pan. There was so much meat on the bird its spine snapped mid- transport. That likely means that turkey never walked. Sad day. Plus those antibiotics can't be good for humans.

I still like leather though.

Naturally I don't hunt. I just don't like to kill things. But I do help out with animal population control with the band Deerhunter. As a vegetarian, this is really the only way I can help check their population.



Maybe you could give it a try for a couple of days, or even a week. Last week was a year for me. You should also give Deerhunter a try too. They're good live.

care.

I am a big fan of The Roots. In particular, their song How I got Over is one of my favorites.



While I really like this song- the chorus I think is really positive.

"Out on the streets where I grew up, first thing the teach ya is not to give a f. This kind of thinking will get you no where. Someone has to care."

While I grew up on the rough streets of Plano, I feel as an individual who is slightly more affluent than the average citizen I have a greater responsibility to care.

Someone has to care. And the onus is on me. I can't just walk around blithely thinking someone else out there is caring. I have the ability and time to care. I just have to look up and around me. This Christmas- I am going to care. That angel tree had better watch its back.

acrostic.

If you think about it acrostic poems are a two-for-one deal, especially if you have a long name/ title

This example is ridiculous. If your father is a monster chasin' ever lastin' real love, you are definitely from the south.  People that speak English call these -ing verbs or gerunds. Either way, you have to use a G.

1.) Whoever writes/ makes it for you usually puts a nice title on the side. My most recent was BEST FRIEND FOREVER. That was a long acrostic.
2.) I love being praised for every letter listed. Who doesn't?

But. Acrostics can also be used for evil.

B- backstabbing*
I- ignorant
T- tuls, which is slut spelled backwards
C- crazy.
H- hair, yours is my favorite hair: ugly category.

*this does not come from a real life event. I love humanity. Generally.

Please. Use your poetry for good and not for evil and never cross to the dark side- especially in literary circumstances.

imitate.

I saw a commercial for this children's tool bench. Yes this picture is cute, but I would really love to know what is behind the camera. I'm thinking its probably not cheese to warrant that large of a smile. I think its awesome that a kid would desire such a toy to imitate their parents, but I think maybe a tool bench isn't quite hitting the mark. To authentically imitate a parent a kid would need several things:

As my roommate calls it: the power suit.

Poor American children are being tricked everyday into thinking their parents are carpenters. But you- can help stop the madness. Give your children things to make them grow up faster. Calculators, socks and legal pads make excellent gifts. But if you happen to be Norm Abrahams (or in his accent Nahm Abryams) stick with the tool set.

spongebob.

Who is my hero? That would not be my parents or some political figure. That would be spongebob. Yes I am 20 years old.

Why Mr. Squarepants?
1.) He loves life- every aspect of it. Nothing is routine or mediocre about his days.
2.) He cares deeply for his friends. Patrick Star is retarded, but Spongebob loves him.
3.) Loves his job. In a couple episodes it mentions that Spongebob pays Mr. Krabs to work. That intrinsic all right.
4.) Innocence. Spongebob looks for the best in everyone. Evil doesn't exist in his vocabulary.

I think SMU agrees with me. I wrote my entrance essay about the best lesson I'd ever had or something. I wrote the entire thing about spongebob. And look where I am now...

name.

So my shower curtain is a map of the world. I turned it inside so I could study it while waiting for the conditioner to set in. You don't have to say it 'cause I already know. I'm super cool.

In Russia, the names of the cities are either incredibly simple, or mind-numbingly complex.

You can live in Orol, or in the town of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskij.

You can live in Kirov or Severnayazemlya.

Hmmm. I count on my fingers. I can barely remember my address. I'll take Orol please. But think about this: the kids that grow up in those crazy cities are probably awesome at spelling and everything else. One day when I own the worlds most competitive pack of children spellers, you know where I recruited them from- Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskij.

tweet.

I feel like twitter was meant to be "short timely" blogs or ideas. Now that they're status updates, and I'm guilty of using tweets as such ever so often, I try to put an idea in my tweets. Here's a few for kicks.

If I was in possession of hay, I would literally be hitting it in this moment.

My aspiration was to get my last name to verb status, like Trump. Just realized my surname is a verb meaning to repeat. I need a new dream.

Bed bath & beyond does have bed and bath, but after reading this week's flyer I'm pretty sure its mostly beyond.

Snider plaza. 5 hours of live music is excessive. Neither my naps or walls are sound proof.

so is porn like "How its Made: Babies Edition?"

I need to get some amish bikinis soon. And by amish bikinis I mean turtlenecks.

Daylight savings time gives me a reason to waste 1 hour. Thanks Benjamin Franklin, for the incentive to waste time by saving it.