tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11422609035976500232024-03-05T00:15:23.163-08:00Spring '07 JustinJustinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-66716645228800206762007-05-06T15:50:00.000-07:002007-05-06T15:58:09.743-07:00Pirates of the Carribean<div><br /><br /><div>A bunch of my friends live in this apartment complex called ''The Carribean." They decided to have a Pirates of the Carribean party this weekend. There probably three hundred-plus people at this party fully decked out in pirate gear. I was the only person there dressed in a Pittsburgh Pirate's baseball uniform.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061585113573952706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV0Rc9MQ4YmfQcRHGeO_7RX0-QrZ1nDPUlhl0Nr0fN0X2R1d9FtOibCbuk6Yr0BphIqxY-snNKRzhED60uT8D9T-7jikrQ4EcZP_d-MKJu-WQRiR7SznzCpYIWtRWFjW0aVuTbpRgCJQF/s400/Pirates.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>This is the pre-party at my friend's place.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061584739911797938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXg7ZycJb1_hR5DMo4aUdfque-f_ZTS4Qd_X82G2NfF4PgENBCVo1dpTsRO_yvVr2VLK6b4C7soGP5pMKKWSZVCwdcvdhW_IZBqaD5QBDiu30gPtpJfLm4Ia9Dqa9tdKemQhuWJhNEq1mQ/s400/Pirate.jpg" border="0" /><br />Me mocking someone.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-18096302787110351522007-04-24T14:02:00.000-07:002007-04-24T14:03:33.589-07:00My presentation todayI have to make a presentation for a class today. Its totally informal and not that big of a deal. However, I'm wearing a full suit and tie, putting a bluetooth earpiece in my ear, and pouring myself a glass of water during the presentation. I think this will go over well and really boost my ethos.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-46370980337213576092007-04-23T14:22:00.000-07:002007-04-23T14:42:27.765-07:00How my friends treat each other.My friend Chris went to my friend James' parent's house when we were in high school to see if James was home. When his dad answered the door and said that James was not home, Chris told him that James owed him $50 dollars and said he was supposed to leave it by the front door. James' dad said he didn't see the money, but that he would give him the $50 and James could just pay him back. In reality, James did not owe Chris one cent, and now James owed his dad $50 dollars that Chris had conned out of him.<br /><br />My friend Tyler is really good at impersonations and thus prank calls, so we decided it would be funny to get our friend Scott grounded for as long as possible. One day, Tyler called Scott's parents and claimed to be the dean of our high school. He proceeded to tell Scott's parents that he had been ditching school for the last month and was on track to be expelled. Tyler then set up a meeting (posing as the dean) with Scott's parents, but set the meeting for two weeks from that day. What this did is cause Scott to be grounded for the two weeks while waiting for his meeting with the dean and his parents. Pretty much every night when our group of friends were going out to party we would call Scott and ask him how his grounding was going, call him names while laughing and make fun of him the next day at school. He knew it was us, but his parents did not believe him and kept him grounded. The best part probably happened when Scott's parents actually showed up for the meeting with the dean and found out that the entire thing was fake.<br /><br />I had a party at my house in high school, the day after my parents had our carpets professionally steam cleaned. I kept everyone on the hardwood floors, in the backyard, and off the carpets. However, my friend Ryan got too drunk and wandered into my living room and laid on my couch. He then decided it would be a good idea to puke on the carpet and not even attempt to make his way to the bathroom. I had to seek immediate revenge. I did not try to clean him up one bit, but instead dragged him into the bed of my friend's truck, drove over every speed bump on the way to his house, then left him on his front porch passed out with puke all over him with a note saying "ground me." This was already sufficient revenge, but I did not stop there. It was early in January, so Ryan's entire neighborhood had set their Christmas trees out on the curb to be collected. I knew Ryan was trying to sell his piece of shit car, we called the trapezoid. I also knew how to break into Ryan's car because of a broken window. With some help from three of my friends, we drove around dragging every tree in front of Ryan's house. We then opened all the doors, and the sunroof to his car and stuffed every tree from his neighborhood into his car and then piled the rest on top until you couldn't even see his car, but instead it looked like a giant mound of trees. His car wreaked of pine and he couldn't sell his car for months because it smelled so bad.<br /><br />Another time in high school, I stole a stack of detention slips and had my friend that worked in the front office of the school actually process the detentions I would write my other friends. In essence, if my friend pissed me off or said something mean to me, I would take out a detention slip and write him a detention that he really would have to serve.<br /><br />Last but not least, I was at my friend Will's house and he told me he was planning on slipping a laxative into our friend Jimmy's drink later that day. Being a good friend, I warned Jimmy that Will was plotting against him. This backfired for everyone. Jimmy thought it would be funny to put the laxative into Will's family milk in their refrigerator. The entire family ended up drinking the milk over the next couple days, except Will. Will's father, mother, and three siblings all had to miss at least one day of work or school. No one knew what happened for weeks, until it came out that it was Jimmy. Somehow I was roped into the story, so Jimmy and I were banned from Will's house for over a year.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-5511376568522711252007-04-22T16:51:00.000-07:002007-04-22T16:52:59.926-07:00Out of context quotes 4"Ya it went great, she didn't even make me sleep on the couch this time, but I've never seen someone lay that close to the edge of a bed before."Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-48540697451712625042007-04-20T20:31:00.000-07:002007-04-20T20:32:15.655-07:00Out of context quotes 3"Whoever was to my left last night was throwing really good punches, my jaw hurts so bad."Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-50860339032218655712007-04-18T22:40:00.000-07:002007-04-18T22:46:52.333-07:00BASHIOI am taking time out from the greatest party known to man to write this blog as this is the best way possible to document such a glorious expression of the college experience.<br /><br />Mustashio Bashio is an annual event not to be missed. The rules are simple:<br /><br />No girls allowed.<br />You have to drink, nay pound as fast as possible, warm Jack Daniels out of a plastic cup handed to you as you walk in the gate.<br />No chasers.<br />No excuses.<br />No wining.<br />No complaining.<br />There are trashcans set up every five feet to catch the puke.<br />If you are an upper classman that is capable you must have been growing a mustache over the last month. If you are a newbie or unable to physically grow a 'stache you will be appointed an asshole that draws one on you with permanent marker.<br />Drink/ regurgitate your cup within twenty minutes.<br />Walk or stumble to the 90 to ruin a bunch of normal people's nights.<br />Be awesome.<br /><br />There will be a follow up post with pictures if available, although most people will refuse to take pictures as they could easily be used for blackmail in the future.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-72373650953720420722007-04-18T13:49:00.000-07:002007-04-18T13:50:28.882-07:00Out of context quotes 2"No, hold on. I'm trying to think of good ideas."Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-66007788988961271142007-04-17T11:10:00.000-07:002007-04-17T11:13:20.712-07:00Out of context quotesWhenever I hear a friend say a stupid or funny quote, I'm going to post it and if anyone wants to hear the full story behind it they can just comment and ask. If not I'm letting the quote just sit there.<br /><br />The first one I will post is:<br /><br />"When the sink hot and cold knobs are reversed its the most frustrating thing in the world. Well, maybe not the <em>most</em> frustrating, but its up there."Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-7047625428552182302007-04-16T23:57:00.000-07:002007-04-16T23:58:09.712-07:00A Star Is Porn<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heZsGeoCv14"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heZsGeoCv14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-45817421026117504082007-04-06T06:34:00.000-07:002007-04-06T06:43:00.108-07:00d e a l o r n o d e al<div>This show pisses me off like you wouldn't believe, but yet I watch it quite frequently (mostly to make fun of its ridiculous unnecessary suspense). I actually wrote a huge rant about how much Howie Mandel sucks and that he makes up the names of the girls on the show, because there is no way he could remember all their real names. However, I messed up and lost the post so I'm settling with the main point that the show sucks.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050309813258941666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbAX0yub5Kp2aWuQ8V4AhJF5eLDo_mCyuuKg3SLo5Su8i0gbggdjDybHHdfVqns1tpPcRRtpzvbRZiCfYTXRBzxFRXTHlYCrBfsfwxeuj_50Iuho9guWdtdZOj2C2rLoIwRuI-45A5wrD/s320/deal_or_no_deal.jpg" border="0" /></div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-12389866310081869282007-04-01T14:04:00.000-07:002007-04-01T14:08:52.944-07:00My latest eBay purchaseI recently bought a neon pink <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Speedo</span> hat that is made specifically for volleyball legend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Karch</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kiraly</span> to wear during tournaments. He wears it with the bill flipped up in the front, and it says <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SPEEDO</span> in all caps in black. It is one of the most obnoxiously loud articles of clothing I've ever seen. I plan on wearing this way too much, so when I get pictures maybe I'll post one.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-42212417413114650112007-03-28T15:16:00.000-07:002007-03-28T15:22:23.148-07:00Solution to crazy homeless people<div>I was walking in Downtown LA today to get some food, and saw a crazy man yelling having an argument. The odd thing is that he was arguing with himself. Its a very odd thing to watch, beause you always have to wonder if somewhere someone else is having the other side of the argument. Anyway, I looked at a business man walking down the street a minute later and he looked as though he was doing the same thing, but then I saw he had a Bluetooth ear piece in his ear and was actually talking to someone else. So, I put two and two together and figured out a way to fix the problem of crazy bums. I propose that we give them all cell phones or Bluetooth ear pieces, so they just blend in.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047103788248025346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybLGsaleuUgFlgydjGeTazoxyJAwn6hXyVexl9Za4oOVZDrQE7xSCWtlkUOTHCYaCvKrYRubh245ZRi7wj29c2cHqNEpmNfYUpKU7btZkhgf84w9uvlcuHMDZX2OrUZIutNk00L7y8GL0/s320/Bumbluetooth.JPG" border="0" /></div><br />I think this plan could have great possibilities at fixing the current situation in some parts of downtown overcrowding of the homeless.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-50774990497752781732007-03-28T10:48:00.000-07:002007-03-28T10:55:09.039-07:0080's power hourThis is how I start most of my nights before I go out. I often get in the mood to dress up in neon "wearable art" such as my pink Speedo hat and listen to some sweet 80's classics. I downloaded this power hour mix onto my iPod a while ago and I've put it to good use. The standard rule for power hour is to take a shot of beer every minute, for an hour. The 80's playlist I have switches automatically every minute on the minute, which is really as long as you want to listen to an 80's song anyway. Its also come in handy for other things. For example, when I spin (bikes) at the gym I use it to keep track of the minutes.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-34659643246522561952007-03-19T22:41:00.000-07:002007-03-19T22:48:48.178-07:00Greatest quote, probably everLong-story short, my friend and I were 'cougar hunting' (which is an entire post by itself and I will go into depth later) at this bar in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Carona</span> Del Mar and my friend had the best quote I have ever heard. I did not realize his genius for a couple hours until we got home, otherwise I would have been laughing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hysterically</span> in the bar. So anyway, here's the setup:<br /><br />We were standing at the bar ordering drinks, and this lady walked up and asked my friend to buy her a drink, to which he responded with:<br /><br />"How about, if you end up going home with me tonight, I will reimburse you for all the drinks you buy tonight, up to $50"<br /><br />She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">promptly</span> responded by calling him an asshole and walking away.<br /><br />I held up my part of the insult by yelling out "save your receipts" as she walked away.<br /><br />What I find especially funny is that he had the presence of mind to put a $50 limit on the amount of alcohol he would cover for the night, as if that is the amount of booze it would take her to go home with him.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-50710525313420639532007-03-19T12:40:00.000-07:002007-03-19T12:42:16.644-07:00Jaywalking: UpdateIf someone is crossing the street illegally with a cane, is it still jay'walking' or is it jayhobbling, or jaylimping? I saw this old lady blatantly crossing the street today in the middle of traffic with her cane, and it made me think.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-63092616231509868122007-03-11T20:21:00.000-07:002007-03-11T20:33:55.499-07:007th Man<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPms9w6AVFj-4Whq0Z_BhW47VNNaHQ8eZnMdDVbjiByMVGcJnj4a2ufaGs0aHWNQLgYv7GyEd0NGBnj-B6vbJBJ1X7LFi4Y4jBOIOlsjn78dhf6eqfUsB6TF5ORoUDkxXnxriU-YVj8flu/s1600-h/t2200846189_37663.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040876111484656610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPms9w6AVFj-4Whq0Z_BhW47VNNaHQ8eZnMdDVbjiByMVGcJnj4a2ufaGs0aHWNQLgYv7GyEd0NGBnj-B6vbJBJ1X7LFi4Y4jBOIOlsjn78dhf6eqfUsB6TF5ORoUDkxXnxriU-YVj8flu/s400/t2200846189_37663.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My roommate is the co-founder of the <a href="http://www.7thmanclub.com">7th Man organization </a>at USC. This was set up to benefit the men's tennis team, and has been gaining popularity over the last several years. Basically, its a way to get people out and attend the men's tennis team. It takes an entirely different approach to filling the seats, and it has proven to work.</div><br /><div>How it works is simple. You buy a 7th man tee-shirt once a season for $5. Then, every time you come to a men's tennis match, you can always get free food (usually Chipotle, In-N-Out, or Pizza), free drinks (Water, Soda, and Kegs of beer in the parking lot).</div><br /><div>The latests showing was against our crosstown rivals UCLA. They were so nervous about our intense cheering that there was an <a href="http://dailybruin.com/news/2007/mar/08/ucla_challenge_uscs/">article</a> in the Daily Bruin about the 7th Man club. Tennis is not usually a sport that has hecklers or rowdy fans. 7th Man changes all that. With a literally packed house at our home match against UCLA, the players could not handle the pressure. Several of their top players showed obvious signs of frustration as they lost to the trojans, something they have not done in over two years.</div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-4513461226616745742007-03-11T20:12:00.000-07:002007-03-11T20:20:31.569-07:00Funny things to do to your friend's phone1. Sign them up for those cheesy text-messaging services you see commercials for. The best ones are the joke of the day and the fortune-telling service.<br />2. Send a text message to every girl in a guy's phone saying "um, we need to talk."<br />3. Send a text message to every girl in a guy's phone saying "you're mean."<br />4. Ask to use their phone when they're intoxicated, preferably late at night. Then find "home" in their address book and dial it. From there you can do a number of things that require your imagination.<br />5. In the settings menu, change the language to anything but English.<br />6. Borrow their phone for a minute, then change their voice mail message to something funny/creepy/inappropriate.<br />7. Set multiple alarms starting at 4:30am and as many as you have the patients to put in after that.<br />8. Disable any alarms they have set to get up in the morning for work/school.<br />9. If you're in class, change their ringer from silent to loud, then call them a minute later.<br />10. Send a text message to everyone in their entire address book saying "I'M THE MAN" as late as possible.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-91898868875586539682007-03-11T19:54:00.001-07:002007-03-11T20:12:23.415-07:00The Vegas<div><br /><br /><div>For my friend's 22nd birthday a couple weeks ago, we were sitting around on a Tuesday night at 9pm and deciding how to celebrate. We didn't want to do the same old thing at bar around campus (notice I used the singular 'bar' because we live in a third world city that only has one bar). So, we figured that in a couple months we won't be able to do whatever we want on any Tuesday night and that we should take full advantage. We decided to drive to Vegas around 9:30pm, not get a hotel room and drive back in the morning.<br />A couple of us made it even more exciting for the birthday boy. When he said he wanted to go to Las Vegas, three of us looked at each other with that "lets mess with him a little first" look. By now we know that look when we see it. We acted all pissed and told him that it was a selfish idea and that he should just go with his roommates, who were already packing their car that only had five seats (there were 8 of us total). All we did was act really pissed that they would go without us, then waited twenty minutes and hit the road in our own car. We got to the hotel they were gambling at and snuck up behind them and surprised them with our presence. Overall, it was a fantastic trip and probably the best possible way to do a Vegas trip. Oh, and it didn't hurt that I left $350 richer. I am a lucky person.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040870291803970498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspjgP9sXS8pLE5cNUAZDe0tpm0x7x2jeXKNR2zVqonTwB1wF90Bu8_j8FHrIbkFH9bhv8MF_67BzxBIU5XrOQB-r0OJ8RoQsliorHYgioVRwX2xdfsBEbSSQBn3H_8Hi9EwmWWO727mom/s400/Vegas+4.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040870502257368018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpWgp4MjDvKBTb82ufNLMw8iPNdY72LMiEsIn3lGJgdcOucWmnHcO4wTpMl3PVCdLZq2aX6gdCryS7lV5HS_XYZ_LsiFDzxc66OwPRj3ZGIP1sAlLUY1lly_MgjOPMxBXulw8nFyQN6TX/s400/Vegas+3.jpg" border="0" />Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-73004273494767507732007-03-07T06:04:00.000-08:002007-03-07T06:08:11.722-08:00Yata yata yata. You don't think she'd yata yata sex, do you?Sorry, I haven't updated lately. Midterms and such have been ruining my life, and I have to prioritize. Even though I enjoy writing these 'waste of time' posts, I've had to cut down, so now everyone who usually reads this should be more productive.<br /><br />My next post is half written and has been sitting in the draft box for a while. I can tell you now that its entitled "breaking stuff." Its by far my most intelligent and mature post yet.<br /><br />If you have any ideas or stories about destruction of property for fun, just comment and I'll work it in.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-13739034023466740962007-03-04T01:32:00.000-08:002007-03-04T01:39:04.419-08:00NORTHERN CALIFORNIA IS JUST DIFFERENTThis clip from an actual news report in Oakland speaks for itself. Check out Bubb Rubb the "whistle fan" and Lil' Sis when they take off in their car towards the end of the clip and drive out of control on the wrong side of the street and blow through a stop sign.<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSOSJ68xOBA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eSOSJ68xOBA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />This is another pretty ridiculous Norcal clip about these two guys who love their Oakland A's...and ghostriding...<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlTvSUCCqPo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SlTvSUCCqPo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Both of these clips make me feel thankful to be from Southern California and not South Oregon aka Northern California.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-81395556783685748902007-02-27T02:02:00.000-08:002007-02-27T02:12:59.857-08:00ROSCOE'S CHICKEN AND WAFFLES<div>My friend and I decided to get high last week and go to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles at 1am in the morning. We have talked about doing this ever since we moved to school We had heard that it was a really good meal and an interesting experience in general. So we looked up the directions on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span> because we're dorks and found out where the closest locations were. We left at about 1am and arrived at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Roscoe's</span> in Hollywood about fifteen minutes later. We drove by slowly and got dirty looks from everyone outside. We stopped and talked about it and figured out that we should have come sooner in the night. We got scared and thought it would be better to check out another location. On the ride there we figured out that there is a positive correlation to the time at night and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shadiness</span> of people eating at Roscoe's chicken and waffles (see graph). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036154777736003634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6of5Q5da6FGQw1nlp6Saz6Z9ykhzHvd27wdrU40QRPrGPK6tQ9yaJQeNWUovCbFKtMZD2jDB-B1COZkVs76K-v9frYDT4eDEgM4C-TknHtaKOwUWLVJbcMh7w6xA8ww6UnMhVxAVjikpa/s400/roscoes+graph.JPG" border="0" /><br />We finally got the courage to park and go into the Roscoe's off of La <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Brea</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pico</span>, which is definitely the one to go to late at night. It turned out to be one of the best meals I have had in a while. I felt several pounds heavier after leaving, but I was too satisfied to know the difference. I encourage everyone to visit Roscoe's soon, order either the '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">scoes</span> combo #1 or #2. Trust me, its delicious.</div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-22387742126813777582007-02-25T21:17:00.000-08:002007-02-25T21:19:25.358-08:00I APPRECIATE THINGS LIKE THISThis poem got this guy fired from Apple Computers. He's actually pretty funny and a good public speaker.<br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFS0xl4_LAA"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFS0xl4_LAA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-8923513515629810592007-02-19T23:57:00.000-08:002007-02-20T00:15:44.962-08:00MY CLEANING LADY STEALSIn my apartment at school, it was in our lease agreement that we must have a cleaning lady come in and clean our place once every other week. I am really good about cleaning up after myself, so she doesn't usually have much of a job to do when she comes in. The housing company makes its tenants have a cleaning service because its less expensive than repairing damages or replacing dirty carpet at the end of a lease.<br /><br />For some unknown reason to me, our cleaning lady gets on my nerves. I couldn't tell you why, she just does. The only thing that she does that warrants any sort of hatred towards her is the fact that she steals our cleaning supplies. She has made off with all my regular household cleaning supplies. I guess this cuts down on overhead costs for her, but it sucks for us when something gets dirty in between her visits. So what I have been contemplating is; how to confront or ask her about it. This seems like a pretty steep accusation for me to make about our cleaning lady. I would like to avoid confrontation. Also, I'm pretty sure she doesn't speak much English, and my Spanish is mediocre at best.<br /><br />After extensive brainstorming, the best possible thing I could think of was to sabotage her to get her back. I was thinking about putting super glue on the top of a sponge, so if she tries to steal it will be stuck to her hand. Another idea that came to me was to fill a box of dishwater soap (one of the items she has stolen in the past) with another kind of soap that will create an excess amount of suds if she tries to use it in her own dishwasher. These are just a couple of semi-evil ideas that I will most likely not do, even though I have the time to waste completing such tasks. If anyone has any better ideas, both mature or extremely immature, please let me know.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-6254971557658444582007-02-18T16:23:00.000-08:002007-02-18T16:40:56.089-08:00MAKING A SCENE GETS YOU FREE STUFFI'm at home away from school for the weekend and a new center with a bunch of restaurants close to my parents house was built recently. I went in for lunch today at this place called Johnny Rockets. Its a pretty basic diner made to look like it time traveled its way from 1955. I thought I'd give it a shot. The food ended up to be pretty good, but actually getting someone to pay attention to you was a different story. When I walked in the place was almost empty, there were only four or five tables of people eating. I sat down at a booth by myself and started to wait. About five minutes after I sat down two new sets of people sat down in the booths to my left and right. They were waited on immediately and got their food in a timely manner, which made me even more frustrated that I hadn't even received a menu (by the way, I have a theory that because I'm skinny the waiters avoid me because they think I won't order as much food and they will get less of a tip, which is completely false).<br />At the ten minute mark, things started to get interesting. I tried getting their attention, but in less conventional ways, because a smile and a wave just wasn't doing it for these waiters. For every minute I sat their unnoticed, I opened and poured a sugar packet into the middle of my table. This went on until the twenty minute mark, when my one-minute countdown started. I slowly started to push the glass ketchup bottle towards the end of the table. Sure enough, I hadn't even made eye contact with one Johnny Rocket's employee, so when the minute was up, my ketchup bottle crashed onto the ground and shattered. Everyone in the restaurant turned to look in my direction, while I just sat smiling at my table as though nothing had happened.<br />Almost immediately the manager came out and asked me if I had been helped. When I told him that I had been here for over twenty minutes (taking the time to count how many sugar packets I had opened and explaining my 'one packet per minute' strategy) he told me that my lunch was on him. I graciously accepted his offer and had the manager as my waiter for the rest of my meal.<br />I count this as a personal victory, and if nothing else I gave the guy a story to tell his friends about a crazy-asshole customer he had to deal with today.Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142260903597650023.post-82220611744776274622007-02-16T16:21:00.000-08:002007-02-16T16:40:59.480-08:002 MOVIES EVERYONE MUST OWN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29AOqol38UDtRdl2CzuC4DrY5LIl4Oa0qh9j7sZWKjsiY5R-kSKBY9xs_HXP-ZVq8kA5SfzpYAJTgU9vA9Ikxy9wkHLvGpQomcGBr7Ox1ahVLVobTzO81l9YAn4Uf63vylwSCzNFV2myd/s1600-h/Side+Out.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032294912656921810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29AOqol38UDtRdl2CzuC4DrY5LIl4Oa0qh9j7sZWKjsiY5R-kSKBY9xs_HXP-ZVq8kA5SfzpYAJTgU9vA9Ikxy9wkHLvGpQomcGBr7Ox1ahVLVobTzO81l9YAn4Uf63vylwSCzNFV2myd/s200/Side+Out.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsA-sCOHo3lZhaP28LsujwLiOyIdDuAbaO_xX70-r_nyoxvUuja3PQgW0nTwFiA7uitbQRshsdvsiUHqEGLzTBEpaCdRIAeg_l-r8fPrR7Rut50I9wTiJ0pAeb4MxE75_ZUaB3bnQ7UgC/s1600-h/North+Shore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032294538994767042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixsA-sCOHo3lZhaP28LsujwLiOyIdDuAbaO_xX70-r_nyoxvUuja3PQgW0nTwFiA7uitbQRshsdvsiUHqEGLzTBEpaCdRIAeg_l-r8fPrR7Rut50I9wTiJ0pAeb4MxE75_ZUaB3bnQ7UgC/s200/North+Shore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>There are two movies I cannot live without. They are both early '90s classics about two of my favorite things to do: surf and play volleyball. Some of the lines in the movies are so terribly awesome that I watch each movie an average of two times a week. Also, if I could raid the wardrobe for both of these movies, that is all I would wear. No joke. North Shore (1987) is about this kid from Arizona that goes to the North Shore of Hawaii and tries to surf with the professionals, and via a cheesy monologue gets really good in no time and ends up winning the Pipeline Masters. Side Out (1990) is about a kid from Milwaukee that moves to Los Angeles to work for his uncle as a lawyer, but ends up (via an equally cheesy monologue) training and winning the Jose Cuervo Classic tournament in Hermosa. One of my favorite lines in Side Out is "The Classic is four weeks away, and you're not looking very classic."</div></div>Justinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13478633500175653003noreply@blogger.com0