ok sorry
running on bagel and tea tea tea
and now later we have sle sle sle
mother fucker
yeah
sorry for being so vulgar.
cool beans much love.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I'm sticking with you, cause I'm made out of glue
OH LOOK ITS A FAISAN. i must say, i actually forgot the title of this old blog for awhile, so i was left to putter around google for awhile searching various faisan phrases (ie: "burrito in rainforest.blogspot.com). SO let's see, as freshman and women in faisan, we can officially say that we are done with SLE PAPER MADNESS. and on my third cup of tea last night, i realized how good residential education truly is. last night, among other events, there was haircutting and kitchenette-ing, and screaming and dancing and running and smiling. and frowning. oh and writing, and talking, and i am sure there was youtubing, and maybe greg's computer bellowed "you've got mail" at one point. everytime someone would walk by we would inquire about one another's papers quickly, but then launch into some conversation that is much more interesting. i realize now, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL. faisan, after a cray cray 10 ish months of bondin and chillin fo sho fo sho, i can honestly say that even in the depths of marx depression i can still look up and see someone that i love. awwwwww. fuckmarxandallofhisshitaboutalienationbecauseyoudontneedtobealienatedinlife.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Story written by a second grader
"Once upon a time there were four golf scorpions but the thing that was scare about them was that nobody know they were scorpions and one day they were at a party an it was time for them to changed to scorpions and somebody had push them in the water and they got killed and all the people said hey what happen to the world when they looked at the sky the moon was on fire and the scorpions was poisonous. The End."
-Jarvezz G.
-Jarvezz G.
Friday, April 16, 2010
BOOHBAH!!!
This shit is RIDICULOUS, literally never seen something funnier in my life
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJvHrx1X-Gk&feature=related
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Baljinnyam Posts Bullshit
Title summarizes what follows below:
I've been thinking about posting on this glorious online forum for a long time now, and I never did because I always felt that what I had to say would not be nearly as funny or as entertaining as what you talented people write.
Well, here goes.
I think that I shall tell a story from my childhood. When I was small, growing up in Mongolia, I would often spend hours looking out of my grandparents' apartment window, observing the happenings of the surrounding neighborhood, the cars and the buses that went by, etc. One day, around the age of 3, I was hanging out with my grandpa. I turned to him, and I said, "Grandpa. Did you know that all my friends go to school? I went with them yesterday." I, then, proceeded to tell my grandpa, in elaborate detail, what happened at school. To which, my grandpa just nodded and let me finish telling my story.
Three things to note: 1) What I was saying was funny because I didn't have any friends and because I never went to school. 2) I am thankful that my grandpa let me exercise my imagination. I really loved that man. He inhabits a large part of my heart. 3) Even at an early age, I showed an affinity for all things academic? Cool? I think so.
Now, in this academic stage on my life, all the friends whom I love are at school. They make life better. Except, one friend is very far away, "in the land of the midnight sun."
I've been thinking about posting on this glorious online forum for a long time now, and I never did because I always felt that what I had to say would not be nearly as funny or as entertaining as what you talented people write.
Well, here goes.
I think that I shall tell a story from my childhood. When I was small, growing up in Mongolia, I would often spend hours looking out of my grandparents' apartment window, observing the happenings of the surrounding neighborhood, the cars and the buses that went by, etc. One day, around the age of 3, I was hanging out with my grandpa. I turned to him, and I said, "Grandpa. Did you know that all my friends go to school? I went with them yesterday." I, then, proceeded to tell my grandpa, in elaborate detail, what happened at school. To which, my grandpa just nodded and let me finish telling my story.
Three things to note: 1) What I was saying was funny because I didn't have any friends and because I never went to school. 2) I am thankful that my grandpa let me exercise my imagination. I really loved that man. He inhabits a large part of my heart. 3) Even at an early age, I showed an affinity for all things academic? Cool? I think so.
Now, in this academic stage on my life, all the friends whom I love are at school. They make life better. Except, one friend is very far away, "in the land of the midnight sun."
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
borrrreeeddd
so, I am putting off doing work. so I decided to amazon search interesting things.
Apparently, illustrators believe that there are trees in Point Hope, AK:
At $495.00, this volume speaks for itself:
and finally:
Apparently, illustrators believe that there are trees in Point Hope, AK:
At $495.00, this volume speaks for itself:
and finally:
god bless the fillmore
i solemnly regret not being able to see mgmt, la roux, the dead weather, and yeasayer in the same week. this is my life.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
into the madding crowd the caged cuckoo flies
ihasahotdog.com...
DO IT. It's not that I'm sponsoring mindless procrastination, but there's something to be said for the rejuvenating benefits of not being able to draw breath due to sustained bouts of giggly giddiness.
And it's the time of the quarter when the general philosophy is "every thing goes; don't worry, be happy because it's physically impossible to endure higher levels of cortisone than this----ARRGG WHY ARE YOU NOT DEFLATING???"
If the sentence above isn't resolving itself into anything that makes even a modicum of sense, that's fine. In fact, that's kinda the point. (I mean, what was the point of Sandy's midnight pre-SLE final goth makeover? It was just delightful for plain delight's sake.)
Chronic nonsensicality.
Habitual whimsicality.
Burtonian fantasticality and Dali-esque bizarre insanity.
If you're still find yourself stubbornly refusing to submit to this Faisanite credo, I prescribe a hearty dosage of the fifth season of LOST.
But on a more earnest note, I would like to violently wish everyone good luck on the impeding week of mayhem.
Remember that the robin's egg azure of California skies are ever-forgiving, ever-enduring. Except when it rains, that is.
DO IT. It's not that I'm sponsoring mindless procrastination, but there's something to be said for the rejuvenating benefits of not being able to draw breath due to sustained bouts of giggly giddiness.
And it's the time of the quarter when the general philosophy is "every thing goes; don't worry, be happy because it's physically impossible to endure higher levels of cortisone than this----ARRGG WHY ARE YOU NOT DEFLATING???"
If the sentence above isn't resolving itself into anything that makes even a modicum of sense, that's fine. In fact, that's kinda the point. (I mean, what was the point of Sandy's midnight pre-SLE final goth makeover? It was just delightful for plain delight's sake.)
Chronic nonsensicality.
Habitual whimsicality.
Burtonian fantasticality and Dali-esque bizarre insanity.
If you're still find yourself stubbornly refusing to submit to this Faisanite credo, I prescribe a hearty dosage of the fifth season of LOST.
But on a more earnest note, I would like to violently wish everyone good luck on the impeding week of mayhem.
Remember that the robin's egg azure of California skies are ever-forgiving, ever-enduring. Except when it rains, that is.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
substitute teachers have fun too
hey guys, i'm working at the only school in point hope. the middle school kids play this online game all the time. it seems kinda weak at first, but now i can't stop playing.
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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