We were talking about climbing mount Everest. This is the Barrie Spirit Catcher; I think it's supposed to catch the spirits that were lost at sea; at least that is what I am told.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Barrie's Spirit Catcher
We were talking about climbing mount Everest. This is the Barrie Spirit Catcher; I think it's supposed to catch the spirits that were lost at sea; at least that is what I am told.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Math Sucks
Start with the identity
Convert both sides of the equation into the vulgar fractions
Apply square roots on both sides to yield
Multiply both sides by 
to obtain
Any number's square root squared gives the original number, so
Thursday, September 4, 2008
School Paper: Defining Moments
Defining Moments
My first “defining moment” isn’t a moment, but a series of insignificant moments that have greatly shaped who I am. All through elementary school I was picked on and bullied. There is no significant moment or event that stands out, just this: my early school years were horrible. There isn’t one name that shaped me into a person. There isn’t one rumor or look that people harassed me with that can be defined as a moment. I’m not sure this counts, but this is m first defining “moment.” The way I looked at myself because of this was negative. Every name and rumor and look screamed at me and made me feel worse than I already did. Then it stopped, which leads me to my next moment.
The summer after grade 6 I moved to Orange County, California. Sunshine soaked golden state of California. The cars were expensive and the people were rich. This was where I was spending grade 7 and 8. The first day of school I was nervous, and I had the right to be. After everything I been through, to me, these new kids were just more people to make fun of me. My second defining moment is not the move, but what the move lead to. In grade 7 I learned more than what they taught me in school; I learned to be funny, to make friends, (not to be popular) but to be myself. I knew nearly every person in the school, in a good way. I had friends for the first time in a long time. The end of grade 8 left me looking to the future, and looking at my self, in a positive way. Then the events that spiraled into moment 3 started to occur.
We moved the summer before grade 9. A new school with new cliques and new problems. Most importantly, no friends. I was going into highschool with no friends. I was nervous yet again, but I made friends. I made friends and became really close to a clique of my own. These were my new friends, but highschool is about drama and this is what I got. At the start of the second semester I got into an argument with two of my closest friends. I was “kicked” out of my clique. This is where the 3rd (and most important) event in my life takes place. I meet a girl in English class, her name is Breanne (not that that’s important to anyone but me.) I few days after I met Breanne I wrote her a poem. I gave her the poem and she gave me a hug. I asked her if I could sit with her friends, because I was friendless, and she said yes. The 3rd defining moment in my life was meeting Breanne. She makes me feel like I’m worth something. It’s hard to describe, so I won’t try.
The three defining moments in my life: being told who I’m not, finding out who I am, and being loved for it.
My first “defining moment” isn’t a moment, but a series of insignificant moments that have greatly shaped who I am. All through elementary school I was picked on and bullied. There is no significant moment or event that stands out, just this: my early school years were horrible. There isn’t one name that shaped me into a person. There isn’t one rumor or look that people harassed me with that can be defined as a moment. I’m not sure this counts, but this is m first defining “moment.” The way I looked at myself because of this was negative. Every name and rumor and look screamed at me and made me feel worse than I already did. Then it stopped, which leads me to my next moment.
The summer after grade 6 I moved to Orange County, California. Sunshine soaked golden state of California. The cars were expensive and the people were rich. This was where I was spending grade 7 and 8. The first day of school I was nervous, and I had the right to be. After everything I been through, to me, these new kids were just more people to make fun of me. My second defining moment is not the move, but what the move lead to. In grade 7 I learned more than what they taught me in school; I learned to be funny, to make friends, (not to be popular) but to be myself. I knew nearly every person in the school, in a good way. I had friends for the first time in a long time. The end of grade 8 left me looking to the future, and looking at my self, in a positive way. Then the events that spiraled into moment 3 started to occur.
We moved the summer before grade 9. A new school with new cliques and new problems. Most importantly, no friends. I was going into highschool with no friends. I was nervous yet again, but I made friends. I made friends and became really close to a clique of my own. These were my new friends, but highschool is about drama and this is what I got. At the start of the second semester I got into an argument with two of my closest friends. I was “kicked” out of my clique. This is where the 3rd (and most important) event in my life takes place. I meet a girl in English class, her name is Breanne (not that that’s important to anyone but me.) I few days after I met Breanne I wrote her a poem. I gave her the poem and she gave me a hug. I asked her if I could sit with her friends, because I was friendless, and she said yes. The 3rd defining moment in my life was meeting Breanne. She makes me feel like I’m worth something. It’s hard to describe, so I won’t try.
The three defining moments in my life: being told who I’m not, finding out who I am, and being loved for it.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Grow An Opinon
Flick on the TV and 9 out of 10 times you will see some spoiled little middle school girl texting with her new phone, or walking around in her new name brad clothes.
For those of you who buy clothes for the brand name:
Congratulations! You just paid at least 50 dollars more for a shit product made in Taiwan. But wait, there's more. You are now officially a corporate slut, but better. It's almost like you pay them to get whored out. You just paid money for a jean company to put their name on your ass. Wow, you're so cool. Now bitch please bend over so we can rape you with more new trends.
Please, grow a fucking opinion. I don't even talk to people about music anymore because their response is usually the top 10 happy pop shit on the charts. You don't even know what the song means you dumb whore, you do what you're told. Please grow a fucking brain and like YOUR OWN MUSIC, and while your at it try buying clothes because you like them, not because they are an expensive brand.
Now jesse, you're being really harsh. No, I'm not. Popular culture get fed so much bullshit about who they should be. Even the people who are trying to not conform (goths, punks...) are being told how to act and what to wear. (hot topic) People are slowly losing their opinions to big companies. Sometimes I want to sit outside of a hollister or abercrombie store and hand out stickers saying "congratulations, we now own you." But too bad the people who shop here (and have no sense of style seeing as they have to have it forced down their throats by the big dick that is advertising) are illiterate and couldn't read the sticker anyway. *shrugs* It was just a suggestion.
Please stop the a cookie cut out style and personality fed to you through a straw culture we live in today. Thank you.
Jesse. Just a non conforming son of a bitch (but at least I'm not spreading my legs for corporate America)
For those of you who buy clothes for the brand name:
Congratulations! You just paid at least 50 dollars more for a shit product made in Taiwan. But wait, there's more. You are now officially a corporate slut, but better. It's almost like you pay them to get whored out. You just paid money for a jean company to put their name on your ass. Wow, you're so cool. Now bitch please bend over so we can rape you with more new trends.
Please, grow a fucking opinion. I don't even talk to people about music anymore because their response is usually the top 10 happy pop shit on the charts. You don't even know what the song means you dumb whore, you do what you're told. Please grow a fucking brain and like YOUR OWN MUSIC, and while your at it try buying clothes because you like them, not because they are an expensive brand.
Now jesse, you're being really harsh. No, I'm not. Popular culture get fed so much bullshit about who they should be. Even the people who are trying to not conform (goths, punks...) are being told how to act and what to wear. (hot topic) People are slowly losing their opinions to big companies. Sometimes I want to sit outside of a hollister or abercrombie store and hand out stickers saying "congratulations, we now own you." But too bad the people who shop here (and have no sense of style seeing as they have to have it forced down their throats by the big dick that is advertising) are illiterate and couldn't read the sticker anyway. *shrugs* It was just a suggestion.
Please stop the a cookie cut out style and personality fed to you through a straw culture we live in today. Thank you.
Jesse. Just a non conforming son of a bitch (but at least I'm not spreading my legs for corporate America)
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Vegetarian
I am going to go back to being a vegetarian when I start school. I don't know how long I'm going to go for, maybe another 5 months. I don't know, here is my reason:
If you want any good vegetarian recipes goveg.com gives tons of resources.
If you want any good vegetarian recipes goveg.com gives tons of resources.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Narcissism
Thanks to MTV the world of candy wrapped girls has now been raised to a whole new level. Candy wrapped girls? What do you mean by that? I mean the little cheap blond, fake boob, size 1, bitty-little-bitch dog in a bitty-little-bitch purse, drives around in a shiny new convertible bought for them by daddy to make up for (yet another) bitch step mom. Yes, candy wrapped girl. Popular culture is so influenced by these people that companies make products like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJz_dsubWAU
The LG shine. What a stunning display of narcissism. A mirror that doubles as a phone. Now you can look at yourself every second of your apparently empty day. I have to give LG credit though, they do know who they're targeting.
The two people sitting at the table are stars from the show "The Hills." The network that airs this crap, you guessed it, MTV. Thank you MTV, yet again you have sent out mindless shit into the world.
I'd like to point out a few things about this commercial that you may not have noticed at first:
The guy is pathetic. He is the typical guy seen with the candy coated girls. Notice how the girl he is with is still talking when the music started playing. Hmmmm. It's simple really, he tunes her out. I'm not saying I wouldn't. This leads me to my next thing.
I find it hard to believe that the girl sitting at the table took the focus off of her self for five seconds to notice what he was doing. Furthermore, she had to stop talking and text him.
The fact that she even took her attention off of her face. (to which she was applying overpriced lip gloss with her newly manicured hands)
Lastly, the typical male thought pattern: I didn't do it. You are a pig, at least fess up to the fact you were checking out those girls with your shiny new phone.
To those of you who think I'm just over reacting and being critical at the blatantly obvious narcissism involved in having a phone with a mirror. I probably just confused you, turn off MTV and pick up a book. Simple enough?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJz_dsubWAU
The LG shine. What a stunning display of narcissism. A mirror that doubles as a phone. Now you can look at yourself every second of your apparently empty day. I have to give LG credit though, they do know who they're targeting.
The two people sitting at the table are stars from the show "The Hills." The network that airs this crap, you guessed it, MTV. Thank you MTV, yet again you have sent out mindless shit into the world.
I'd like to point out a few things about this commercial that you may not have noticed at first:
The guy is pathetic. He is the typical guy seen with the candy coated girls. Notice how the girl he is with is still talking when the music started playing. Hmmmm. It's simple really, he tunes her out. I'm not saying I wouldn't. This leads me to my next thing.
I find it hard to believe that the girl sitting at the table took the focus off of her self for five seconds to notice what he was doing. Furthermore, she had to stop talking and text him.
The fact that she even took her attention off of her face. (to which she was applying overpriced lip gloss with her newly manicured hands)
Lastly, the typical male thought pattern: I didn't do it. You are a pig, at least fess up to the fact you were checking out those girls with your shiny new phone.
To those of you who think I'm just over reacting and being critical at the blatantly obvious narcissism involved in having a phone with a mirror. I probably just confused you, turn off MTV and pick up a book. Simple enough?
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