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Name: Aaron
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Jose
Birthday: 11/15/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Ehhh Counter Strike. Rolling on the Floor, laughing my ass off. (Take another look at the xanga name) And you gotta love them DUNKS!
Expertise: Shoes, shoes, shoes. Slacking, and Speech and Debate
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AIM:  Holypooitsaaron
Member Since:
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| After working for the Santa Clara Parks and Recreation Department for a
total of two days, I have already achieved the love of a 5-year-old
Indian girl named Sarah Babar.
Today and yesterday, I have eaten lunch with Sarah twice, played with
her in the sand at the playground, held her hand while she is in line
walking places, and carried her while she was on the verge of crying.
Yesterday, at lunch time, we went to the playground. I was sitting
around joking with the other leaders, and Sarah came running up to me
telling me she had a surprise. I went to the area she had been working
on for the past few minutes, and saw a big circle in the sand, with
twigs and sticks standing up. She then began singing "Happy Birthday,"
saying she had just built me a cake out of the sand. This morning, the
first thing she did when she saw me was give me a big hug, then tell me
she had a gift for me. She ran to her backpack, and soon came racing
back with a stick of gum. Yes, she had brought a stick of gum... all
for me. After an intense game of a variation of dodgeball, the majority
camp was taking a quick break by sitting on a small brick wall, while
others refreshed themselves at the water fountain. She then sat next to
me under my arm, and told me that she loved me.
I really wonder what she thought after she had told me that, because my
reaction was a bit of freaked out, astonished, caring, and basically in
awe (I'm pretty sure that my face was teeming with expression as well).
The only thing I could really think of doing other than replying with a
forced and untrue "I love you," was pick her up and throw her in the
air. The whole day, I thought about what she said and how my experience
working at the summer camp has already changed my life, and provided a
memory forever.
At lunch, I took my already obligatory seat next to Sarah, where she
looked inside my lunch bag. After telling me I eat a whole bunch of
food, she told me that for tomorrow, I shouldn't bring as much food. In
response to my puzzled "Why?" she came back with a quick "Because I
want to be able to share my food with you." At this point, my jaw
probably dropped and I was ready to hit the floor, as I didn't know how
the hell to handle this situation. Luckily, another leader came by with
another camper and we started talking.
I wrote this with a lot more emotion than I thought I originally would,
but hey, I happen to think that the little girl is amazing. It is
pretty funny in retrospect, and take this as light as you can. Make fun
of Sarah, however, and you can be pretty sure that you won't reproduce.
Ever.
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| I don't really know how to put it right now, but it's a mixture of HAHAHAHAHA and wow.
I'm asking Chris Lin if there are any funny movies I should download (hypothetically of course, people at the RIAA!), and some movie titles get tossed around. Then, I thought about movies other people have told me to see, and remembered Airplane. Rustin Kashani almost wanted to slap me for not having seen the movie, saying it was a hilarious classic. Naturally, I open up Ares and search for the movie (just to see if it was possible for me to download it). And the number
one result for the search query Airplane? Airplane deepthroat. Other popular entries included sex on an airplane toilet, with the actual movie that I wanted towards the bottom of the list.
Its getting ridiculous now. I respect pornography, and all that it has done for the progression of society, but damn. Think about the technicalities and crap that they have to deal with in order to get a scene like that. First, if it isn't shot on a stage, you have to get a damn airplane for two willing people to have sex on. Last time I checked, airplanes weren't as readily available as pornography on the
internet. Since I'm pretty sure that it wasn't shot on location, think about how much crap setbuilders would have to go through in creating a stage that looks exactly like the interior of an airplane. The seats, littleass windows, overhead bins, and all. Sure, it has been done... but for a porno? Now is probably the hardest part of the entire film:
Trying to find a place for the two stars of the film to do their jobs. In order for the film to be realistic, the plane has to be somewhat populated, leaving out the option for the seats or the aisles. Besides, there is no way that two regular sized people can comfortably engage in intercourse in a single row of airplane seats. The aisles also happen to be much too thin for anything to happen down there. This leaves the lavatory. With the movie title being "Airplane deepthroat," we assume someone lower than another person, meaning they are either bending over, in a fetal position, or on their knees. Now there is NO FUCKING WAY that two people can comfortably fit into a lavatory with one person bending over or on their knees, so comfortable as to want to have sex
in there. I guess this only leaves us with one answer... it wouldn't ever happen! Whoa, never saw that one coming...
In other news, I send a heartfelt and congratulatory goodbye to the Class of 2005. I can really say that you guys have been like brothers that I've never had. From inspiring blogs to helping write cases, you guys are the best, and I have all the confidence in the world that you guys are going to kick college's ass. Thanks for all you have given me, and all that you will give to the world. (Now how corny was that?!)
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| Hey all... So Mr. Wolf decided to assign the movie "The Restoration"
(underlining requires IE, and I prefer to use an internet browser) to
us for extra credit, and as always, we have to write movie reviews for
the junk we watch. Last night, Patrick Go and I read each others, and
Patrick said mine was maddox-esque. Flattered, the comment and Chris Lin prompted me to post it. Previous viewing of the movie isnt required.
In
Michael Hoffman’s The Restoration, a young doctor by the name of Robert
Merivel, played by Robert Downey Jr., undergoes adventures throughout Europe in
the late 17th century. He starts off as a lowly doctor, then travels
far and wide, going from being the veterinarian to Charles the 2nd’s
dogs, to impregnating a woman who is believed to be mad. The story, however, is
quite frankly ridiculous and not very well thought out. In Michael Hoffman’s The
Restoration, the settings and clothing are fit to satisfy a historian, but
unfortunately, it fails to satisfy any lay person in any aspect.
Yes,
the movie is quite accurate in terms of dates and settings. The movie begins
with the story of Charles II, and how he came in to power after the rule of the
Puritans. This text, however, is about as historically accurate as the movie
gets. Sure, the costumes and settings may have looked a little bit like they
would have back then, but frankly, it doesn’t much matter. The setting is
really the least of Hoffman’s worries, but he managed to pull those off, quite
well. From the beginning, the movie is just a bunch of random events strung
together, almost coherently. A historical analysis of the movie can be made by
using one word: no.
At
times, it seems as if Michael Hoffman had no interest whatsoever in pleasing
the people who watched the movie for historical insight and analysis. He cared
more about the main character falling in and out of love with two women he was
basically forbidden to love: the king’s main mistress, as well as a woman
thought to be loony. As soon as Merivel’s castle was sacked from him for
allegations of being in love with his halfhearted wife, the movie was probably
put together using patterns of Michael Hoffman’s defecation. In all
seriousness, even from a fifteen-year-old point of view, the movie is the most
random course of events that could have possibly been strung together. After
watching the movie, I rewound to the beginning, and watched the first few
scenes. Then I moved forward to the last few minutes of the movie, and wondered
just how intoxicated/stoned Michael Hoffman was while making the film. All the
secondary characters meant nearly nothing to the movie, save Franklin Pierce,
who inspired and re-inspired Merivel to become a doctor. Anyone watching the
movie couldn’t have gotten any emotion out of his relationship with Meg Ryan’s
character, as well as his infatuation with his “wife.” The supposed comrade
butler he received along with his castle didn’t quite fit the old, trustworthy
man that most see in a historical movie.
I
give this movie a terrible out of ten. My two year old twin cousins could
probably create a movie making more sense than this one. I have never watched a
movie that caused me to fall asleep, be bored, and have a headache all at the
same time. This officially ranks as one of the three worst movies I have ever
seen. The list would go something like this.
- Kung Pow: Enter the Fist
- The Restoration
- Freddy got Fingered.
Mr wolf, I hope
you enjoyed this stream of conciousness.
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| I'm mad. And its March. Fuckin Kansas
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