Friday, June 30, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
A Tribute to Mock Trial Academy
So as many of you may or may not know, I've been at Mock Trial Academy for the past 11 days, working tirelessly on the former college Mock Trial case Tyler Perry v. State of Midlands. Haha, yeaah, not so much. But for my own edification and purposes of goodness, I'm going to write a few things about that experience. (In bullet point format just for the hell of it, despite it being crappy writing style.)
- First of all, as my third(?) "college visit," I'm thinking BU is a better choice than North Central College... lol. Despite being a semi-nice campus, the whole college, just for many reasons was crapola.
- I don't think I've ever eaten that many consecutive meals of what was essentially crap. Hooray for sucky buffet style cafeteria food. Good thing I don't eat cafeteria food during the school year...
- I've never played more Ultimate Frisbee in my life than I did while I was at MTA. We probably played for an aggregate total of 10-15 hours throughout the course of the week. And I dominated... err, rather, I made several lucky catches when Porter would huck it across the field perfectly.
- Text Twist. Two words, holy shit. This was the official game of MTA. You will never be able to match the intensity at coming up with the six letter word that Porter, Ryan, and Liz (a TA) had.
- The TA's (teaching assistants or counselors) were great, all of them were really chill. The two I got to know the most; Christine, was an awesome team leader, and Liz was a motherfucking awesome person and TA.
- Frank. If there is one person that will take over the free world (especially Gaum and Ireland) it will be this man.
- Chloroandromine. Watch out for this shit man, especially 3,5 oxy-chloroandromine, it's scary. You could be date-raped by it... haha..
- Criminal Profiling. So let me briefly explain that during the case, I had to play a witness of this douche tool-bag guy named Jordan Nathanson. He was an "expert" witness for the defense, and basically his expertise was in the field of "investigative audits" and "criminal profiles." Let me say that this field is the most bogus crap ever, so playing this witness not only sucked, but anyone who does this crap in real life is a tool.
- Sketchy. Word of the week. And sketch. It can mean anything from questionable to slutty. (haha Josette...). A girl from Colorado and myself have caused this word to be implemented in vernacular from California all the way to North Carolina.
- Tay Tay. That was my official nickname. All the TA's called me that (yes, even the male TA's) and eventually I got used to the lameness of it. And it has been proven that only one self-respecting man can pull off calling me that and not sound gay. And that man, is Brendan.
- The Pops. So Liz deemed it necessary to come up with a name for the three Advanced Trial Advocacy girls who knew each other from last year, because they hung out together and stuff. She wanted to use the name of the girls in Mean Girls (the plastics), however, someone didn't know what the hell they were talking about, and said it was "pops" (as in, short for popular). Anyways, they were really chill the more and more I talked to them.
- I get the class award for being the whole man studly enough to pull off wearing a blue blazer when everyone else was wearing black ones or black suits. Yes, it was badass, and I love that blazer.
- The "Confirmed Recreational User" Award goes to Joe.
- Hungry Howie's Pizza dominates all others, the buttered garlic crust is amazing. Nothing more needs to be said.
- The Al Gore Song - you can't experience life to the fullest unless you hear this elegant peice of democrat propaganda/political humor.
Alright, well, I can't think of anything else that's really interesting enough to write (and I forget), but the last 11 days were some of the most fun and worthwhile days that I've spent during any summer in probably my entire life. MTA was a great learning experience and immersion into college Mock Trial, but it was so much more. I met really cool people from Phoenix, AZ; Evergreen, CO; Orange County, CA; Ladue, MO; and many many other places. Well, time to um, talk to my parents, because they don't know I got home yet, and I've been home for an hour.
***Updated***
- the Alarm Clock "Situation" - So Dan just reminded me of the alarm clock snafu we had in our room. Both Porter and I were using cell phone alarm clocks, and one night I played this song called Filter Freak, just a random ringtone, it sounded cool so we set it as the alarm. Come 7:15 AM, and holy crap I feel like I just got hit by a bus, I mean.. really, it was unbearable. You really have to hear it to feel the full horrible'ness of it. Basically what it sounds like, is this; there are three beats at the beginning, and then it just kicks up to this techno jazz'ish thing that just freaking makes you want to kill babies. (Actually, I got this posted onto the blog, it might be in a later post tho, but yeah, listen to it, and imagine waking up to that.)
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Praise Satan, It's 6-6-06! (Just Kidding!)
Wow, so... it's only 18 minutes into this lovely day of 6-6-06, and I've probably heard about 9 hundred trillion times that this could be the day of Satanic fun, riotious behavior, and God-knows-what.
Yeah, well, either way... I have to take a Physics final. Annnd that blows, so screw 666 and whatever.
But in a little celebratory fashion, I will honor this one of a kind day (there won't be another one for 100 years, 6-6-2106) by posting lyrics to, the Number of the Beast, by Iron Maiden.
"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the
beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the
beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and
sixty six."
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cos in my dream it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was this all for real or some kind of hell
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise me ... can't avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course"
Oh, and by the way, I'll be posting something related to that Myspace Scuffle V2.0 after finals end. Either way, fight the man, do well on finals, and don't become a Jesus-freak because it's 666 day. Just stay chill, it'll be okay. If the world ends, you can blame me.

