mmmmmm...I was reading a blog earlier which mentioned Haggis...mmm, my mouth is watering with the thought. The last time I went to Scotland I had some of that delicious stuff. MMMMM MMMM GOOD. What would the world be like without the Scots eh? It would be a lot less exciting lemmie tell ya that. Since everyone seems to be celebrating Chinese New Year ( although this post is somewhat behind as Chinese New Year has already passed) why dont we celebrate SCOTTISH NEW YEAR. YEAH BABAY. Of course there is no Scottish New Year but as of right now there is. SOO YEAHHHHH, CEEEELAAABRAATION TIME COMMON!!!
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What have the Scots done for us? Well, they gave us Haggis first of all!!! Second, they gave us the movie Braveheart, or at least they gave Mel Gibson something to make a movie about. They gave us that hearty accent and they gave us the whole idea of kilts and being able to flash anyone you want while having a valid excuse for it, or not so valid. You have to admire those Scots. All the crap they've put up with from those damn English (sorry Dad) they are one hell of a people I'll say. So, there have been a few times when the English have tried to wipe Scotland off the map, but no matter how hard they tried, the Scots never surrendered, actually they surrendered quite often, but they were never entirely wiped out, clinging to the corners of small islands, their voices RAISED IN SONGS OF DEFIANCE!!! I wonder what a Scottish person speaking French would sound like? Who can say...In any case on to a completely different subject, I found this interesting tidbit on another freinds blog, it runs like this:

'Everyone says 'just be yourself', but... whatever you do - don't be this when you first meet a girl. They don't even know it, but in the real world life, every girl on first meeting you wants and expects you to sell yourself as a superstar even if your anything but. Later on, you can show her what a sensitive, caring, wonderful, modest guy you are - but when you first meet her, she wants an arrogant, self confident, self assured, good smelling, good dressing, smooth talking prick. '

I wonder, is that true? Hmmmm...I will say that the whole idea of someone being arrogant and whatnot does seem to have its attractions. People like those who are assertive and are confident in themselves, and arrogance and confidence sometimes go nicely together. Some girls like the pricks, SOME girls. I'm no expert, but from what I know, I think that the whole smooth talking, glib and superficial attitude will only pay off for so long before it backfires and the persons real self shows. Of course, this has already been stated. But in the end, when it wears off, wont the affection the person feels towards you wear off also? Surely the person they liked in the first place wasnt really the real you, so in the end, will they be satisfied with what they find? I dont know. If you ask me though. Being yourself from the get go pays off much better than being something your not. Surely, if the girl in question only likes smooth talking pricks then maybe she's not the kind of girl you want to be hanging around with, because once your act wears off, its only a matter of time before the next smooth talking prick comes along and manages to seduce her away from you. Such a relationship is doomed to failure. A relationship that is based on falsity cant be expected to blossom. Even if the falsity is only meant as a means of winning someone over, its still a starting point which will set the stage for the entire relationship. In the end though, I suppose that its just a matter of finding what works best and going with it.

We're learnin about slavery in one of our history classes and I gotta to tell ya, my respect for Afro Americans increased tenfold. These people who were taken away from their culture and their families by a bunch of strangers and then thrown on a boat together like a pack of sardines. Some were so traumatized that they committed suicide and the number of people dying because of this actually altered the course of shark migrations in the Atlantic. Then, when they came to this strange new world, they had to be auctioned off like pieces of meat and go to work on some plantation for the rest of their lives in the face of cruel and unusual punishment. This is the kind of life these people had to live. And even today African Americans are not exactly 100 percent well off. They are still descriminated against, and some of them are still irrationally feared by white people. The whole stereotype that African American people who dress a certain way are criminals is foolhardy. The person you see on the outside is not always the person you'll find on the inside. For example I was reading a little article in the paper about this young man who was shot to death. When I first saw his picture, judging by the way he dressed, (he was black by the way) I thought that maybe he had been killed in gang warfare. As I read on, I discovered that he had actually been doing charity work for an orphanage and for some reason must have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wonder why it is then that this whole 'culture of fear' that I hear so much about is so widespread. If you saw a large group of kids wearing the kinds of clothes that rappers wear walking in your direction on an abandoned street at night, would you feel secure in just walking past them? I can tell you that I might have some second thoughts. But come to think of it, a large group of young people, not even wearing the hip hop attire, would intimidate me. Why is that? Because theres something in our culture that depicts such groups as hyenas waiting to take advantage of lone victims. When people see someone wearing low pants and gold chains, they automatically make assumptions about that person. But it's our nature to make assumptions and these assumptions can be helpful sometimes, but the line between making such an assumption and lapsing into paranoia is only so thick and soon we find our assumptions taking control of ourselves. Of course, nothing that the American Government does would ever truly be able to compensate for all that the African people have suffered. White Southernists used to justify slavery by claiming that the Africans were genetically inferior to whites. They tried to find evidence in the Bible and they tried to show that slavery was really the only institution protecting the slaves, because even if they were freed or sent back to Africa, against the average American worker they would have no chance of competition and when sent back to their African brethren they would be eaten!! Of course this is all nonsense but at the time these people really did beleive that it was true. Of course, a human being is a human being, throughout history people have tried to find reasons to explain one person's inferiority over another, but in the end we're all the same under the skin. Some of the whites also beleived that the Africans were inferior because they didnt have any architectural acheivements, because the sciences and poetry eluded them and because they were a simplistic people, closer to savagery than to civilization. Well, when you live in a scorching desert area were some of the most savage predators in the world are as opposed to a grassy, rainfilled land is it any wonder that you would have more difficulty fending off the elements rather than progressing technologically and culturally?

WELLLLLLLLL, WELL ITS THE BIG SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW. O Hungry, Mark Henry, Sexual Chocolate!

BULLLLLLLLSHIIIIITTT.... very nice, very nice indeed. I wonder what a fuck would say about fucking? Who knows. In any case. I think that the first thing that we should do is go right ahead and think what it is that I should get my sister for her birthday. Hows about a car? No, hows about a necklace? Nah, hows about an inflatable captain pecker? Hell no. We'll see if anything comes to me. Now, first things first. heres another clip of those two crazy guys

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7720839251560849261

I wish I was as insane and in love with myself as they are. In any case. I think its time for a nice little session from Dr. Smith. This is for all you stressed out people who need a little consolation:

Ahem! Now, The first thing you must do is sit back and say to yourself "Why am I stressed?" Theres alot of reasons why, now, using my expert knowledge of psychology which is equivalent to that of a three year old child, I will attempt to help you. Now, just breathe, nice and deep. Now, find the nearest person to you and put your hand on their leg. Now move the hand up their leg until they tell you to make like a tree and fuck off. Now, dont you feel a little better? I thought so. Alright, now, just think to yourself. Am I stressed for a good reason or a stupid reason. If your stressed because one of your close relatives just passed away. This is a good reason, but hey, look up, we all die sometimes, and if your religious then you can at leats beleive that the person went to a better place. Now, if your stressed because you didnt get 90% on the exam and only got 80% and now you feel like throwing yourself off a building. Please, stop reading this and go throw yourself off a building. Now, If your stressed because you think that people are persecuting you and your not the centre of attention and you feel like no one cares, perhaps you should go seek a genuine psychiatrist and then throw yourself off a bulding. Now, stress is a part of life. All we have to do is take it in and let it flow, just let it flow. Go to a happy place and let it flow. Of course you can always go throw yourself off a building.

check this out, I just found it hilarious. Talk about a remake of the backstreet boys eh? http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6739710473912337648

Imagine this scenario. You come home from wherever you where, you decide to grap a quick snack, then, you go to a random room in the house to get the phone to call your freinds, and then you open the door, and BOOM, you see your parents having sex. What would you do? I think I would probably puke out whatever I was eating, make noises of disgust, and then run into my room and slam the door, traumatized for life. I think after that I would probably look at my parents awkwardly, but hey, then I would probably think about it and realize, you know what, I dont think that its such a big deal. Everyone has to have sex sometime and is it really their fault that I came in when I did unexpectedly? Nah. Also, if they never had sex I never would have been born so I guess I would just be grateful and pray that I didnt end up with another brother or sister who would have down syndrome.

A few days ago I saw the movie 'The Island' which was really good despite the fact that I thought it would suck. It made me think about something. Would someone with religion beleive that clones have souls? I mean, they're not exactly people, they were created in tanks. But could they have a soul? Well, I dont beleive in souls but if I did, I would say yes. The reason being that clones may be the same as the person that they're copied from, but their personality will be markedly different and as will their reasoning and talents. They will be a different person with another persons body. In this way they do have souls because they are essentially different from the original. Or could it be that since they were created by man and not by God, they therefore are bereft of souls? I'm sure that if you were a clone you would find this to be a most puzzling conundrum. You might rightly fear death, because you might beleive that you were created in defiance of God and therefore represent everything that is against him. This is a complex problem and when clones do arrive I'm sure they'll be perplexed by it.

I was just looking at this thing on the computer about a mine which collapsed, that sounds horrible. Imagine being trapped inside a dark and dirty mine with only a fain hope of rescue. Imagine the claustrophobia. I know that I'm claustrophobic. Me and my local freinds used to have little Olypmics of our own. One of the events was to put a sleeping bag over your head and try and find your way out of the basement in the dark. When I put the sleeping bag over me the first feeling I had was one of overwhelming claustrophobia. It wasnt exactly easy to breathe and this only contributed to the dread of being in the sleeping bag. I wonder if those miners feel anything like that. I can only imagine. During the first weekend of the break I went to the Boyce's house and they introduced me to a new game of theirs. I dont remember the exact title but it had something to do with star wars. It looked like a decent game and so I played Andrew in it and was brutally raped. Andrew would play as Yoda and I was some shitty guy who had a laser and a jetpack and every time I tried to fly away he would just use the force to suck me back and kill me. It was really pathetic. Yoda is a fucking tank. You cant know the dread of running from a midget with a lightsaber until you actually do it. I also got to play as 'The Emperor' and Andrew was Luke Skywalker. Man, I thought the Emperor would at least be good, but fuck, the guy's so weak that if he trips over something he dies. I got reamed in the ass real good. But I did some ass kicking of my own once I found the right guy (Greivous). In any case, my freind Mike is wearin a leather jacket now and sayin things like 'yo peace out' and 'what you sayin Dave'. I dont know what I'm sayin but it seems that Mr. Michael Corrigan has taken a decisive change, again. That boy has changed so much over his life. I wonder what he'll be like when hes thirty