Thursday, January 29, 2009

Mock...yeah!

You know what doesn't really churn my nerves, but makes me laugh? Someone who just will not shut up on a long car ride. Man, who knew these people could produce so many words and sounds for such a long period of time, and not even feel fatigued. I really am intrigued by it, except when I am the victim.

I am a fairly patient and calm-natured guy, but I have a tolerance meter which can be tested. With exception of the driver, I believe car rides over three hours were invented for sleeping. I agree that good, hard conversation in the beginning of the trip makes for peace and quiet toward the end of the trip. Excessive talking and singing can produce gruelling headaches or migraines. I just don't understand how people who talk excessively don't notice the expression on the other person's face, especially when that person is trying to make it obvious that he or she is annoyed. What does a guy have to do to establish a state of calmity in the car? Certainly the "quiet game" will not work but once, but what else? Most people would like to avoid the awkwardness after a "can we just talk a little less?" assertion. Well here's a tip for those people. PLAY MUSIC a little louder than normal, just loud enough to where it is an inconvenience to converse. With problems come solutions, and I just introduced you to my solution to your problem. You're welcome people.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Why Whisper?

You know what really churns my nerves? When you try to whisper and tell someone a secret in the middle of a respectable crowd and they respond with "Huh?!" or "What?!" in a generally loud volume so that everyone's attention in the room is now caught and drawn toward our supposed-to-be secret conversation. To my understanding, the purpose of whispering is to reveal a semi-important, or humorous, piece of information DISCREETLY to another individual. This situation has definitely occurred with me way more than it should. However, I do admit that I am partially responsible for these happenings. Where my mistake is made is when I assume that other people automatically know the meaning of the oh so useful whisper, but obviously not. My assumptions have led to some embarrassing moments along with some minor scoldings in terms of the everyday classroom. If the "responder" is just going to blurt out a loud, unnecessary question as a response, what is the point of trying to whisper? I just do not understand the thinking process of certain people when they are whispered to. "Oh hey, why is he talking so softly in this completely quiet room? Is he scared to speak up? Is he really that self-conscious? Here, I know how to break him out of his shell...HUH...WHAT?!" It's ridiculous! So people, here's the definition for whisper. Click on the link and I want to stress the word PRIVATELY in the definition. Thank you!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

SPRATDABRAT

I want to start out telling by telling people a little bit about myself. I am 6'2", 258 pounds, with short, brown hair. I have a huge passion for sports and play football, basketball, and throw shot put and discus for Deerfield-Windsor high school. I am a senior this year and do plan on attending college somewhere next fall. Something that most people do I not know about me is that I was ranked second in the state of Georgia for chess. Up until fifth grade, I had been a member of the St. Simons Elementary Chess Team. It's unusual, I know. I have found it somewhat beneficial for my thinking process, which is very necessary in society today.







Don't Assume Things...







I like most genres of music and I am open to any kind of new experiences. Chick flicks do not work in my favor, and girls' boots annoy me. I can go on about how weird I am for hours, but I want to take the time to introduce what my future blogs will be about. I am a fairly interesting person, and enjoy interesting topics, which instigate interesting conversation. So, taking that into consideration, I LOVE complaining about things that aggravate me. From time to time you will get to experience me ramble on and on about random, miniscule annoyances. I might as well go ahead and apologize ahead of time for possibly polluting your brain with unimportant, pestering situations which might even catalyze your impatience. So...I'm sorry.