Sunday, September 26, 2010

Things That I Don't Care About.

Okay, I've done this many times. I mean, I think if someone read my blog without actually knowing me first, they would think I was a jerk. I'm not. Now, onward and forward with my ranting about annoying people!

Oh my gosh, just stop it. If you and I were not friends on Facebook, life would be much simpler. Although, I suppose some good things would be missing. For example, I wouldn't know that you don't subscribe to the philosophy "Bros before hoes" and I wouldn't know that you think that global warming is karma for the iceberg wrecking the Titanic or that some day everyone will leave Facebook just as they left Myspace and I wouldn't know that you feel awkward standing there when a friend of yours talks to someone you don't know. However, this might be a step in the right direction seeing as how I already don't care.

In the space of time it took me to right that last paragraph, they liked another thing.

I don't think people realize that they look insane when they're on reality television. A girl on Survivor just filled someone else's shoes with sand and threw them into the ocean because she was upset with someone. Why would you do that with a camera right there? She heard people calling her crazy behind her back and decided to get back at them by proving their point.

I get excited over stupid things. For example, I got a mirror for my shower and I am now able to shave in my shower. I am so excited. Okay, you have to understand. My morning routine is slowly evolving into a routine that takes place solely in the shower.
You see, I love to take showers in the morning. It's a nice transition from sleeping to waking. Therefore, I try to do everything that I can to get ready in the morning in the shower. I feel like Kramer from Seinfeld. 

 There is a light at the end of the tunnel. November first. My Papa finally found a job. My Nona and Papa will be leaving at the beginning of November. By then, the "couple of weeks" they were planning to spend living with us will have become about six months. This could make some people upset, but not me. The ordeal is almost over.

No one cares that you like that stupid Geico commercial with the pig,

Sunday, September 19, 2010

A New Perspective

I like it up here. I don't know why. I think I can trace it back to when I use to climb trees when I was a kid. I used to always go over to my friend Garrick's house and we would climb the trees in the nearby greenbelt. Anyway, I always like coming here to get away from it all. And by "it all" I mean my Nona and Papa. For those of you who may not know, my Nona and Papa live with me. By the way, "Nona and Papa" is what I call my grandparents on my Mom's side to distinguish from those on my Dad's.

You know, I really hate going to the movies. It's annoying. I mean, it costs a ton and I am hardly ever satisfied with the movie that I see. It stinks because after you go all the way down to the theater, wait in line, pay seven bucks for a ticket as well as the inordinate price for any food, you still end up seeing a sub-par movie. The worst part about all of this, you always have to find someone to come with you. Why is that? You never socialize with someone who goes to the movies with you and if you do, people around you get annoyed.

I tend to have a word that I use excessively. My use of this word will only last for about two or three days and then I'll move on. Right now, "inordinate" is the word I am abusing. In fact, it took all of my self control to use the word "excessively" in the first sentence of this paragraph. It's just something I do.

Well, I've decided I want to get a pet gorilla. Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but it's something I really want to do. You see, my life is very much influenced by whatever book I am reading. I just finished the book Ishmael which is a book about the meaning of life, how the human race evolved into what it now is, and a telepathic gorilla. For those of you who haven't read this book, I'm about to spoil it for you. Almost spoiled. Further reading of this paragraph will lead to the spoiling of the ending of this book. Here it comes: in the end of the book the gorilla dies. It was really sad. So, I have to get a pet gorilla. The end. Spoiling of the book: over.

I dislike some people for no particular reason. It's not that they're bad people or even that they have characteristics that I seriously dislike. I think it is just one of those things where you don't "click" with someone. They just annoy me and I don't know why. I would feel kind of bad for them if I didn't dislike them so much.

This roof is made for blogging,

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Hello! I'm Tom Hanks

Today is the first official day of BOTTY (Blog Occasionally Throughout The Year). Now, I know what you're thinking, "That sounds like an awfully big commitment, can Simon keep up with it?" and the answer is probably.

Okay, some of you might be a little confused (I know I am). First of all, my name is Simon. I'm sixteen years old and a senior in high school. I recently finished a blog called Indecisive (found at which I wrote for something called Blog Every Day August (in which you blog every day in the month of August). After finishing my first blog, I decided to make another one. However, I did not want to blog every single day so I decided to just do it whenever I felt like it. This is why I created BOTTY.

I am way behind. I have not seen Inception. I have this feeling that everyone else in the world knows something about the nature of reality that I have yet to comprehend. This is exactly the same feeling I had before I saw Avatar. And frankly, I was very disappointed by that movie. I think that all of this hype will give me extremely high expectations for Inception and I will not enjoy it as much as I could have. So, I have two options. Option number one: never see Inception. Option Number two: convince myself it won't be as good as I think so that I go into it with an open mind and come out of it amazed. I hope.

Commercials are the coming together of a bunch of failures. I mean, you have the failed actor who has been reduced to doing commercials that have a crappy script written by a failed writer all of which is directed by a failed director. The only people who have succeeded in this situation are the creators of the product being sold. They at least had the common sense to not pay for anything better since they are selling something that is a piece of crap.

There is one thing in this world I can't stand: people who don't like The Simpsons. It is absolutely the funniest thing that has ever been written. I mean, if you like your comedy smart, stupid, or anything in between, it delivers. It is always clever and anyone who doesn't see that is entirely idiotic. That is all.

For once the rich white man is in control,