Wednesday, October 14, 2009

If You Don't Like That, Then Send It Right Back

Hey, Hi, How You Doing? I just had a sudden craving for Extreme Lemonade Blow Pops:

If you don't know, now you know. Sorry, today I am very scattered. I was thinking, in the "Toy Story" movie franchise, whenever any of Andy's toys goes missing, he tries to find them. Follow my logic on this. If they were to want to leave and they escaped, Andy would try to find them still, not to mention he wrote his name on them. Is that essentially slavery? According to the movie, they are living beings. They are owned by someone who feels like he is their superior. Another toy "owner" took them. When they escaped, he sent his dog after them:
[ TOY STORY POSTER ]
Looks like slavery to me. I mean how did I think of that? Like a rental, bring it back.

Leather Jacket, Black Glasses, All American Bad Boy

Aloha. World, I might have had one of the most up and down past few weeks of my life. For one, school is punching me in the face unmercifully. I am working on homework all the time and I think it's making my loved ones mad. By the way, sorry in advance. It's going to be a long semester. I also realized I have the best parents in the nation. For one, as soon as D.C. got cold, my mom sent my winter clothes the next day. Expediency is a virtue. Along with my clothes, I got the greatest care package. If you haven't noticed by now, I'm lauding my mom with praise. However, the best part of my mom is the fact that she totally caught me by surprise with how cool she is. To make a long story short, she found out about my tattoo that I got that I was planning to hide for four years. However, she didn't hate me as I anticipated. Instead, she checked to make sure I was safe, even though she hates tattoos. That has to be unconditional love by my account. My dad has always been cool, but my mom was suspect for the longest time. However, I have no doubts now. Over and out.