*Update*
I would like to apologize for not updating the blog from the 27th of January. I know it has been a long time, but there honestly isn't much to write about. Ever since I stopped taking psychology things have gone downhill. I mean, I started using some recreational drugs to entertain myself and then the next thing I knew I was taking some of the hardcore stuff. And by taking I don't just mean once a day, but like once every couple of hours. I know, I'm a mess. And because of that I am now flunking school and I spend my weekends in my room sniffing coke instead of hanging around with the whores as usual. My plans for university have been scratched after this disaster, so I'm planning to stay here and do nothing with my life (so things haven't changed much, have they?).
Okay, to be perfectly honest, that's not true (for the exception of the psychology part). I just thought it could use some spicing. So well, I've compiled a couple of things that have gone on in these past few weeks. Nothing like the old times, but well, here I go.
First of all I would like to congratulate Mr. Calabria for being accepted into the lactose-intolerant group. Now he holds a permanent membership to that sacred minority group in school. Well, from what I've heard most people outside of Europe (or at least a majority) are lactose-intolerant, so that being the case then I would like to congratuate myself for being lactose-tolerant.
As some of you know, our friend Rodrigo has been sick this past week, and one of the things that he was forbidden to do was take in alcohol. As you might've guessed, this is the worst possible thing you could do to the poor Brazilian (aside from stripping him from his manhood like they've done with Maurizio). Tiny and I were teasing him about it, how much he must be suffering by not drinking his favourite poison (yeah, I know, we're ratas) and we suggested that he perhaps might be allergic to alcohol. "No man, if I were allergic to alcohol I would kill myself" says the Brazilian, and then he denies that he's an alcoholic. But well, that's not the worst part. He then goes on to say that once he's cured from whatever he has and he can drink again, he's gonna drink so much that he's gonna shit alcohol. Now that was hilarious, and I can see him doing that... but on second thought I wouldn't want to see such an unnatural act. I wonder how it would come out... diarrhea style?
During lunch we were discussing some weird thing (as usual) and we somehow ended up talking about going hunting and then eating whatever you kill. This is a common practice for many people, and perhaps more people should do it so they appreciate how hard it is to find food, but Tiny had his own opinion on this practice. He said that he wouldn't want to go on one of those groups that go out hunting because they usually get drunk and then whenever they see an object they go "eh, un pato!" and they shoot at people. Ah, the beauties of alcohol. And perhaps he's right, that would explain all the casualities that happen within those groups... it can't be that so many birds attack people to death.
Now it's time to talk about piracy. Let's be frank here, we all know that it is wrong and that we are stealing whenever we download music (or movies if you're Rodrigo). Oh, by the way, if you ever need a movie, call Rodrigo and he'll download it for you and give it to you on a CD. He doesn't consider himself a pirate, but I really can't think of a more delinquent act. Anyway, people still do it because although the cinema advert says that "everyone loses" and "it's not worth it", you're getting a product for free and everyone likes to get things for free. And this was proven when Mr. Olivas told us about his personal pirate. When we got back from the Christmas break he asked us if we had seen Meet the Fockers (or Meet the Fuckers if you fancy watching it in Metropolis, but let me clear this up right away, it's not a porn movie, as much as the title indicates), and we responded that we had not because it was yet to come to theatres near us. "No, man, go to my pirate and you can find any movie you want and at a very good quality" was his reponse. Now that's responsible, innit? Our teacher encouraging us to buy pirated films. But well, it is he who keeps the pirate business alive. He told us that he bought around 5 movies a week from his pirate (to which Ercole responded "doesn't he have a life!?"). You can just imagine the treatment he gets when he goes, can't you? "Lord Olivas, please sit here and I'll show you this week's new films, and just wait a second and I'll get you your beer." Well, whatever works, right?
Okay, to be perfectly honest, that's not true (for the exception of the psychology part). I just thought it could use some spicing. So well, I've compiled a couple of things that have gone on in these past few weeks. Nothing like the old times, but well, here I go.
First of all I would like to congratulate Mr. Calabria for being accepted into the lactose-intolerant group. Now he holds a permanent membership to that sacred minority group in school. Well, from what I've heard most people outside of Europe (or at least a majority) are lactose-intolerant, so that being the case then I would like to congratuate myself for being lactose-tolerant.
As some of you know, our friend Rodrigo has been sick this past week, and one of the things that he was forbidden to do was take in alcohol. As you might've guessed, this is the worst possible thing you could do to the poor Brazilian (aside from stripping him from his manhood like they've done with Maurizio). Tiny and I were teasing him about it, how much he must be suffering by not drinking his favourite poison (yeah, I know, we're ratas) and we suggested that he perhaps might be allergic to alcohol. "No man, if I were allergic to alcohol I would kill myself" says the Brazilian, and then he denies that he's an alcoholic. But well, that's not the worst part. He then goes on to say that once he's cured from whatever he has and he can drink again, he's gonna drink so much that he's gonna shit alcohol. Now that was hilarious, and I can see him doing that... but on second thought I wouldn't want to see such an unnatural act. I wonder how it would come out... diarrhea style?
During lunch we were discussing some weird thing (as usual) and we somehow ended up talking about going hunting and then eating whatever you kill. This is a common practice for many people, and perhaps more people should do it so they appreciate how hard it is to find food, but Tiny had his own opinion on this practice. He said that he wouldn't want to go on one of those groups that go out hunting because they usually get drunk and then whenever they see an object they go "eh, un pato!" and they shoot at people. Ah, the beauties of alcohol. And perhaps he's right, that would explain all the casualities that happen within those groups... it can't be that so many birds attack people to death.
Now it's time to talk about piracy. Let's be frank here, we all know that it is wrong and that we are stealing whenever we download music (or movies if you're Rodrigo). Oh, by the way, if you ever need a movie, call Rodrigo and he'll download it for you and give it to you on a CD. He doesn't consider himself a pirate, but I really can't think of a more delinquent act. Anyway, people still do it because although the cinema advert says that "everyone loses" and "it's not worth it", you're getting a product for free and everyone likes to get things for free. And this was proven when Mr. Olivas told us about his personal pirate. When we got back from the Christmas break he asked us if we had seen Meet the Fockers (or Meet the Fuckers if you fancy watching it in Metropolis, but let me clear this up right away, it's not a porn movie, as much as the title indicates), and we responded that we had not because it was yet to come to theatres near us. "No, man, go to my pirate and you can find any movie you want and at a very good quality" was his reponse. Now that's responsible, innit? Our teacher encouraging us to buy pirated films. But well, it is he who keeps the pirate business alive. He told us that he bought around 5 movies a week from his pirate (to which Ercole responded "doesn't he have a life!?"). You can just imagine the treatment he gets when he goes, can't you? "Lord Olivas, please sit here and I'll show you this week's new films, and just wait a second and I'll get you your beer." Well, whatever works, right?
posted by Jimmie at 7:25 PM
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