some dumb thoughts
i hate allergies. i sneeze like 100 times in one day and strangers look at me like i'm a freak. I'm not sick, I swear, it's just allergies! my sinuses get all stuffed up and i feel like shit. sometimes if i feel like being friendly or charming i can't because i'm all congested. so i end up all whiny and bitchy inside. and I can't study because my brain is going at 25%.
I wasn't very productive at borders but I did find a good book on magic (for dummies) and mentally learned a few entertaining magic tricks. I hope it's cold enough tomorrow to try out my new scarf trick. I picked up a few other ones that will kill at parties... with my 4 year old cousins.
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I've been listening to a lot of christian praise songs lately. I don't know why but I've always loved listening to praise music about a million times more than going to church or praying. Maybe it's because i'm a sucker for cheesy love songs, and most of these songs you can pretty much substitute 'jesus/God' for '(name-of-girl)' and it works out pretty well.
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I played in a basketball game for I think the first time since the 10th grade on Friday. I think it might have also been my first real cardio workout in over a year (I stopped running last October... because it's just so boring). Yeah, I sucked (I went like 0 for 5, but I worked out for 1.5 hours ahead of time so I kept overshooting- that's my story and I"m sticking to it), but it was actually pretty fun. Though I think I sprained something in my left foot.
People sometimes wonder why I don't like to play basketball. I'm not even the worst guy on the court (some superdork med students + girls). Well to be frank, it's because I have a pretty big fear of failure. I don't want to be "that guy". The dork on the court whom I laugh at from the sideline because he can't dribble. I can't dribble because I was a shy little runt of a kid who was too afraid to play with the good black kids on the court.
Same reason I don't answer questions in class even when i'm 97% sure I know the answer.
Obviously I've grown a lot since then.
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On the other hand, I've been getting pretty damn good at ping pong (aka table tennis). Which is of course, infinitely more impressive to the ladies.
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When I have a son (I would hate to have a daughter... just thinking about all the asshole / loser guys out there), I am going to teach him to be everything that I am not. I'm going to have him dribbling balls and playing sports as soon as he can walk (see prodigy kid on changina blog).
More importantly, I am going to teach him to be the biggest pimp to ever walk the face of whatever elementary school he ends up in. I've been told a few times recently that I give pretty good relationship advice (as with poker, do as i say not as i do) and so I really think I could teach a 6 year old a thing or two.
I will make it easy for him. Go ask the cute girl in your class if she wants to fingerpaint with you. Or eat my belt. Now go tell other cute girl she has a pretty smile. Or 5 lashes, instead. Good boy. Now polish my shoes.
By age 10 (around same time my parents stopped whipping me) I will be able to put the belt away he will have gotten over any ridiculous fears of failure. I really appreciate the beatings my parents gave me as a kid because I think I am a much better person for it. But I was a pretty good kid and so I think they could have used some of that unused fear-of-the-belt capital on some additional constructive purposes.
call me crazy.
I wasn't very productive at borders but I did find a good book on magic (for dummies) and mentally learned a few entertaining magic tricks. I hope it's cold enough tomorrow to try out my new scarf trick. I picked up a few other ones that will kill at parties... with my 4 year old cousins.
...
I've been listening to a lot of christian praise songs lately. I don't know why but I've always loved listening to praise music about a million times more than going to church or praying. Maybe it's because i'm a sucker for cheesy love songs, and most of these songs you can pretty much substitute 'jesus/God' for '(name-of-girl)' and it works out pretty well.
...
I played in a basketball game for I think the first time since the 10th grade on Friday. I think it might have also been my first real cardio workout in over a year (I stopped running last October... because it's just so boring). Yeah, I sucked (I went like 0 for 5, but I worked out for 1.5 hours ahead of time so I kept overshooting- that's my story and I"m sticking to it), but it was actually pretty fun. Though I think I sprained something in my left foot.
People sometimes wonder why I don't like to play basketball. I'm not even the worst guy on the court (some superdork med students + girls). Well to be frank, it's because I have a pretty big fear of failure. I don't want to be "that guy". The dork on the court whom I laugh at from the sideline because he can't dribble. I can't dribble because I was a shy little runt of a kid who was too afraid to play with the good black kids on the court.
Same reason I don't answer questions in class even when i'm 97% sure I know the answer.
Obviously I've grown a lot since then.
...
On the other hand, I've been getting pretty damn good at ping pong (aka table tennis). Which is of course, infinitely more impressive to the ladies.
...
When I have a son (I would hate to have a daughter... just thinking about all the asshole / loser guys out there), I am going to teach him to be everything that I am not. I'm going to have him dribbling balls and playing sports as soon as he can walk (see prodigy kid on changina blog).
More importantly, I am going to teach him to be the biggest pimp to ever walk the face of whatever elementary school he ends up in. I've been told a few times recently that I give pretty good relationship advice (as with poker, do as i say not as i do) and so I really think I could teach a 6 year old a thing or two.
I will make it easy for him. Go ask the cute girl in your class if she wants to fingerpaint with you. Or eat my belt. Now go tell other cute girl she has a pretty smile. Or 5 lashes, instead. Good boy. Now polish my shoes.
By age 10 (around same time my parents stopped whipping me) I will be able to put the belt away he will have gotten over any ridiculous fears of failure. I really appreciate the beatings my parents gave me as a kid because I think I am a much better person for it. But I was a pretty good kid and so I think they could have used some of that unused fear-of-the-belt capital on some additional constructive purposes.
call me crazy.
posted by Gerlad at
9:43 PM
2 Comments:
You're going to make a great dad.
I subscribe to the Russell Peters philosphy on parenting too :p
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