There's this guy, on the internets, right here and now, who's attempting to collect one million giraffe pictures before 2011! He made a bet with his friend who thinks it's absolutely impossible, but so far this guy has managed to collect 955,948! So, there's only 147 days left and he's so close.
This is the part where I ask you all to join in! Go to his website OneMillionGiraffes and submit your drawing of a giraffe. But there are rules...You can't submit anything you didn't make and nothing computer drawn! That's right, take a deep breath. If I did it, you can do it too!
Here's my submission made out of 810 post-its! Sounds more epic then it really is. I couldn't decide which picture is best...:
Send in your giraffes and post a link to them in the comments below! I wanna seeeeeee!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
World of Warcraft VS Real Life #2
This week's interesting series: WoW Vendors! In real life... Yeah, it doesn't work the same way. Click on the picture for maximum enjoyment. : D
I wonder what happened next. : /
Gimme My Gold
I wonder what happened next. : /
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
My First Fight
When I was in the third grade, I was always getting picked on. Kids would call me names like vampire and fish bowl eyes, just 'cause I had a small case of dark circles, and throw stuff at me. But one day, I had it with their name calling. I grew fiery and tired of stupid kids and their stupid names and that afternoon, I vowed that the next person who messed with me wouldn't live to see another badly written teenage drama. Okay, maybe not that dramatic, but they would be the last who ever messed with me!
It was a rainy afternoon that day, when my teacher finally dismissed the class. I was eager to get on the bus since I have a slight aversion to rain. But alas, it would not be my destiny. The security goons forced us to huddle under a teeny tiny shelter, all 285 + of us. I don't know how they thought that would be a good idea. It wasn't.
So there I was, standing innocently with my 10 pound backpack, looking at my little black shoes, when all of a sudden, I lost my balance and fell into this giant,black probably African-American 5th grader.
Stupid 5th Grader: Gurl, you best watch where you goin'.
Me: Sorry, it was an accident.
Stupid 5th Grader: I dun give a $#%$ what it was, it better not happen again.
Me: I said sorry.
Stupid 5th Grader: You better not back talk me again, you ugly #@$ gurl.
And just as she was walking away, even though everything inside me screamed not to, my mouth flung open.
Me: F#@K YOU!
She turned around, pushed everyone out of her way, and lunged at my neck like a pit bull would jump on a juicy steak, except a lot less cute. Oh ho ho, but I would not go down without a fight! I wrapped my teeny tiny fingers around her neck and pressed my sharp thin nails deep,deep into her skin and throat. I could see her eyes welling up with pain and she squeezed harder. The tears were building up behind my eyes but I would not give her the satisfaction.
Then, after what seemed like an hour, the assistant principal came out of nowhere and pulled her off me. Now, she's a giant and I'm this itty bitty little girl, so guess who got in trouble? Muahahahaha! As she walked away, she stroked her neck and winced, tears flowing down her sweaty skin. I walked towards my bus, and even though I very badly wanted to stroke my own neck, I refused and waited till I got home to cry my little eyes out and tell my teddy bear everything. Yes, I was a fruity little girl.
But I won.
Hoe.
It was a rainy afternoon that day, when my teacher finally dismissed the class. I was eager to get on the bus since I have a slight aversion to rain. But alas, it would not be my destiny. The security goons forced us to huddle under a teeny tiny shelter, all 285 + of us. I don't know how they thought that would be a good idea. It wasn't.
So there I was, standing innocently with my 10 pound backpack, looking at my little black shoes, when all of a sudden, I lost my balance and fell into this giant,
Stupid 5th Grader: Gurl, you best watch where you goin'.
Me: Sorry, it was an accident.
Stupid 5th Grader: I dun give a $#%$ what it was, it better not happen again.
Me: I said sorry.
Stupid 5th Grader: You better not back talk me again, you ugly #@$ gurl.
And just as she was walking away, even though everything inside me screamed not to, my mouth flung open.
Me: F#@K YOU!
She turned around, pushed everyone out of her way, and lunged at my neck like a pit bull would jump on a juicy steak, except a lot less cute. Oh ho ho, but I would not go down without a fight! I wrapped my teeny tiny fingers around her neck and pressed my sharp thin nails deep,deep into her skin and throat. I could see her eyes welling up with pain and she squeezed harder. The tears were building up behind my eyes but I would not give her the satisfaction.
Then, after what seemed like an hour, the assistant principal came out of nowhere and pulled her off me. Now, she's a giant and I'm this itty bitty little girl, so guess who got in trouble? Muahahahaha! As she walked away, she stroked her neck and winced, tears flowing down her sweaty skin. I walked towards my bus, and even though I very badly wanted to stroke my own neck, I refused and waited till I got home to cry my little eyes out and tell my teddy bear everything. Yes, I was a fruity little girl.
But I won.
Hoe.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I'm Sick
I caught a bug from Boyfriend. My throat is all scratchy and sad. I sound like something else completely. You know the Microsoft Sam voice? Yeah? Well, I sound like him if he had done a lifetime of cocaine starting from the tender age of 12, got a deviated septum, died from choking on a toilet paper roll, and came back as a zombie. That's about right, give or take some. I don't look any better either.
And whenever I talk, my throat burns! It's so painful. Everything around me shakes and I might as well be a homemade flamethrower.
The fact that I went to the beach yesterday and ate enough for a small country probably doesn't help either. I have a softness for chocolate chip cookies...And chicken...And fries...And most junk food, really.
I've tried everything; Eating a spoonful of honey; sucking on a lemon with black pepper; salt and water gargle. Nothing has worked. I would go out and buy some medicine, but that requires money. I have no money. I'm in debt already, thanks to college, so I think I'll just have to stick out this cold.
Plus, it's very hard to get me to go to the doctor. The nurses hate me there because there have been some incidents where I may have scratched at one's face here and there. Well, I don't like needles. Yes, I'm also deathly afraid of needles. And the dentist. But mostly spiders.
I hate going to the doctor, and have been tricked into going many times.
At least I'm not as bad as my brother who turns white and faints at the sight of a needle. I kinda blame myself for that since we used to go to the doctor together when we were younger. My mother would make me go first and I would cry and make a big deal so I must have passed it down to him. And then I also taunted him just a little bit in the waiting room. It was the only way I could deal with the fact that I would be getting pricked too. Yes, I am the best big sister ever. In my defense, he was a very annoying little bug!
Oops?...I guess I'm sick in more ways than one.
And whenever I talk, my throat burns! It's so painful. Everything around me shakes and I might as well be a homemade flamethrower.
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| It's not pretty. |
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| Yum! |
Plus, it's very hard to get me to go to the doctor. The nurses hate me there because there have been some incidents where I may have scratched at one's face here and there. Well, I don't like needles. Yes, I'm also deathly afraid of needles. And the dentist. But mostly spiders.
I hate going to the doctor, and have been tricked into going many times.
At least I'm not as bad as my brother who turns white and faints at the sight of a needle. I kinda blame myself for that since we used to go to the doctor together when we were younger. My mother would make me go first and I would cry and make a big deal so I must have passed it down to him. And then I also taunted him just a little bit in the waiting room. It was the only way I could deal with the fact that I would be getting pricked too. Yes, I am the best big sister ever. In my defense, he was a very annoying little bug!
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| Some time in the 90s. |
Oops?...I guess I'm sick in more ways than one.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Mom's Done It Again
All right, she is seriously starting to dominate this blog. My 50 year old, Cuban mother did the weirdest thing today. My family, friends, and I were heading to the beach, right? So Boyfriend picked up the friends and brought them to my house. We were already waiting to head out to Key Biscayne when my mother comes over to the car to greet my friends and it happened. It's like the space time continuum just ripped open.
I don't even know what that is! Shortly after, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. Later, when I confronted her about it she said "Face. You know, when you don't want to kiss a person on the face because they're too far away or just nasty. You say 'Face!' Like that. I learned it from some 'pajarito' on Univision."
Yeah, I got faced by my mom.
I don't even know what that is! Shortly after, we looked at each other and burst into laughter. Later, when I confronted her about it she said "Face. You know, when you don't want to kiss a person on the face because they're too far away or just nasty. You say 'Face!' Like that. I learned it from some 'pajarito' on Univision."
Yeah, I got faced by my mom.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
The Ningtengdo Gui
My mother approached me this afternoon, leaning on the doorway while I was on the computer. I looked up and she proceeded to tell me a funny story. This is translated from Spanish, except the words that aren't Spanish, like gui. Those I keep the same.
Mother: Your cousin is getting a gui.
Me: A what?
Mother: A gui.
Me: Gui? What's that?
Mother: Ay, you know. A gui! With the controls that go pio pio and make you move around.
Me: A Wii?
Mother: Yeah, a gui.
Me: No, not a "gui", a Wii.
Mother: A gui.
Me: Wii.
Mother: Gui!
Me: Wii!
Mother: Gui!
Me: Okay, repeat after me. Woo-ie
Mother: Goo-ie.
Me: No, Wah sound. Wah. Wii.
Mother: Wah....Wah....Gwua...Gui?
Me: Yes, perfect. Gui.
Here, have a listen. My two cousins are making fun of my mother and the word Gui. She didn't know I was recording. Shh, it's our little secret.
She almost had it at the end there. Somewhere in the middle, she says it all low and relaxed. Gui. My mama, she so funny. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a Gui, something like a game console built out of guava pastries. Mmm, guava.
Mother: Your cousin is getting a gui.
Me: A what?
Mother: A gui.
Me: Gui? What's that?
Mother: Ay, you know. A gui! With the controls that go pio pio and make you move around.
Me: A Wii?
Mother: Yeah, a gui.
Me: No, not a "gui", a Wii.
Mother: A gui.
Me: Wii.
Mother: Gui!
Me: Wii!
Mother: Gui!
Me: Okay, repeat after me. Woo-ie
Mother: Goo-ie.
Me: No, Wah sound. Wah. Wii.
Mother: Wah....Wah....Gwua...Gui?
Me: Yes, perfect. Gui.
Here, have a listen. My two cousins are making fun of my mother and the word Gui. She didn't know I was recording. Shh, it's our little secret.
She almost had it at the end there. Somewhere in the middle, she says it all low and relaxed. Gui. My mama, she so funny. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a Gui, something like a game console built out of guava pastries. Mmm, guava.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Why I'll Always Be A Procrastinator
There are three types of procrastinators in the world. The fail procrastinator, the average procrastinator, and the rare, elusive successful procrastinator.
Fail procrastinators don't know how to procrastinate properly. They'll start tasks and then leave them until after their due dates. Sometimes, fail procrastinators exhibit UBC syndrome, or Unreliable Boost of Confidence syndrome, in where they'll do a task but do it 101% wrong, completely and utterly failing.
The average procrastinator knows very well the extent of their abilities. They could very easily ace assignments, but choose not to because they refuse to accept responsibility. However, average procrastinators refuse to fail, and as so have adopted the motto "If you put effort into something, it'll be more than nothing." Most of these procrastinators fall into the category of "boyfriend."
The successful procrastinator might not even be a procrastinator at all. Just a smart but really,really lazy person. Successful procrastinators hope to scrap by with average work, but somehow always end up producing high quality content. This kind of procrastinator does not doubt their ability to complete tasks, but much rather prefers to be writing blogs about other kinds of procrastinators, eating french fries, and drawing mediocre cartoons. Sometimes, successful procrastinators put off assignments until the very last second, just because they enjoy the thrill.
Now that you have some background information, let me explain to you why I'll always be some kind of procrastinator.
1. I Can Time Travel, Sort of
For some reason or another, I can control time. No, really. I can. Whenever I need more time, I just conjur it up (More on time travel later). I don't know how to make it go faster though. Here's how it works. I concentrate really hard, bend over just a bit, and let it all out. My good friend George drew it out for me. It looks something like that down there.
2. I Know When It's Time to Call it Quits
Unlike regular procrastinators, I can tell the difference between practical and impractical. If I have two seconds to finish writing a sentence, I won't wait until that last 1/25th of a nanosecond. That's just stupid. Let me give you a real world example. On most days, I get hungry. On most days, I get lazy. When those two combine, it usually means I'm going to be hungry for a long time.
See, I've worked out the perfect method. I only get up to go make food seconds before my stomach is about to eat me. That way, I have lounged around enough and still avoided death. : D
3. All of my Friends are Procrastinators Too
Even Boyfriend is an avid procrastinator, though he's not so good at it. I take it upon myself to teach him the secrets of procrastination!
4. It Makes People Think Worse of Me
Everyone thinks I'm a goodie-two shoes. But ha! I'm a huge procrastinator. What goodie-two shoes waits for the last second to finish a project worth 30% of their grade. That's right-Me!
5. Somehow, It Always Works Out
I aim for average, but it always comes out better than I worked for. More than 50% of the time, I leave stuff for the last second and still come out winning. Maybe I'm just really lucky.
Even as a, *gulp*, adult I'm a procrastinator. It's easy, challenging, and it works. Wait no, that's not the reason why. I can just spend my time doing less important things all day. Yeah, that's it! What a life. : D
Fail procrastinators don't know how to procrastinate properly. They'll start tasks and then leave them until after their due dates. Sometimes, fail procrastinators exhibit UBC syndrome, or Unreliable Boost of Confidence syndrome, in where they'll do a task but do it 101% wrong, completely and utterly failing.
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| Fail Procrastinator. |
The successful procrastinator might not even be a procrastinator at all. Just a smart but really,really lazy person. Successful procrastinators hope to scrap by with average work, but somehow always end up producing high quality content. This kind of procrastinator does not doubt their ability to complete tasks, but much rather prefers to be writing blogs about other kinds of procrastinators, eating french fries, and drawing mediocre cartoons. Sometimes, successful procrastinators put off assignments until the very last second, just because they enjoy the thrill.
Now that you have some background information, let me explain to you why I'll always be some kind of procrastinator.
1. I Can Time Travel, Sort of
For some reason or another, I can control time. No, really. I can. Whenever I need more time, I just conjur it up (More on time travel later). I don't know how to make it go faster though. Here's how it works. I concentrate really hard, bend over just a bit, and let it all out. My good friend George drew it out for me. It looks something like that down there.
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| Time magically spews out of my ass. |
Unlike regular procrastinators, I can tell the difference between practical and impractical. If I have two seconds to finish writing a sentence, I won't wait until that last 1/25th of a nanosecond. That's just stupid. Let me give you a real world example. On most days, I get hungry. On most days, I get lazy. When those two combine, it usually means I'm going to be hungry for a long time.
See, I've worked out the perfect method. I only get up to go make food seconds before my stomach is about to eat me. That way, I have lounged around enough and still avoided death. : D
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| Don't be a victim of hunger. |
3. All of my Friends are Procrastinators Too
Even Boyfriend is an avid procrastinator, though he's not so good at it. I take it upon myself to teach him the secrets of procrastination!
4. It Makes People Think Worse of Me
Everyone thinks I'm a goodie-two shoes. But ha! I'm a huge procrastinator. What goodie-two shoes waits for the last second to finish a project worth 30% of their grade. That's right-Me!
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| Somehow, people have a hard time believing it. |
5. Somehow, It Always Works Out
I aim for average, but it always comes out better than I worked for. More than 50% of the time, I leave stuff for the last second and still come out winning. Maybe I'm just really lucky.
Even as a, *gulp*, adult I'm a procrastinator. It's easy, challenging, and it works. Wait no, that's not the reason why. I can just spend my time doing less important things all day. Yeah, that's it! What a life. : D
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