Comments on My Sister's Comments

My sister said something really stupid and cliche that stuck with me and annoys me. She said, "My friends aren't bad people. They're just good people that do bad stuff."

I was slightly annoyed like crazy and I was thinking and I came up with a response. If what she said is true, then I would be a bad person that does good stuff. das rah.

The Richardian Occupation

I love my job and I'm fully aware that the title is a grammatical nightmare. Dood. In the last two days, I had to get up at five in order to get to work on time and I find myself falling asleep at around nine so that I can get up in the morning. I know people that go to sleep at five. Anywho, I get up and I go to BIOLA and I automatically have to get working. I go up to where I work, I pick up my roller that I left there the previous day and I start painting where I stopped the previous day. I know it sounds boring and intense but sersly, I love my job. Because it pays ridiculously well. Let's see, there are two men of African decent, three Koreans, and an assortment of whites, latinos, and others. This just tells you what I pay attention to and notice. I notice blacks and gooks.

In the last two days, two irreplacable co-workers got injured and were unable to work for the rest of the day. First fella, one of the Africanians, cut himself with his own pocket knife. I don't know how but he did. The second feller, a white man, strained his back. At this rate, in twenty-one days, the BIOLA painting crew will have no one left.

After work, I come home and try to eat cereal. Then I go on the computer till either I'm tired or the clock hits nine. Then I turn off the lights, watch Blades of Glory or Attack the Gas Station on my MP3, then I go to sleep. ye. That's been my schedule for the past two days.

Richardian Views on Television

I once watched an episode of the show "Cops" and in the beginning, the cop that they were following said something that stuck with me. He said, "People think that cops are robots, but we're not." and I immediately responded to the television, "uh, no," because I respond to television shows.

This is a list of things my body automatically does when I see a cop while driving. These things may or may not be what others do but I do them.

1. I glance at the speedometer, even though I don't see how many miles per hour I am going.
2. I ease on the brakes regardless of how fast I'm going. Even if I'm going way under the speed limit.
   
3. I think of every single driving law I've broken from the time I left the house to that moment.
   
4. I start and finish a quick-prayer.

When I watch "Jeopardy," I try to answer the questions and everytime, I feel one of three things.

1. Smart, because I answer correctly.
2. Stupid, because I don't know the answer.
3. and A Nincompoop of Elephantine Proportions, because I answer it incorrectly.
   

I used to watch a grip of Korean comedies and I would laugh like crazy a lot. Then on one of the talk shows, they talked about something. That person posted a mirror next to the television and they watched a comedy show. Then while in the midst of laughter, she glanced at herself all alone, watching the television alone, and laughing alone. Then she felt pretty sad and I thought that was the funniest thing I've ever heard and so while I was laughing at her, I ran to the restroom to see myself laughing and I realized how true it was. As I was laughing and looking at myself in the mirror, my smile slowly went away and I was standing there looking at myself in the mirror in an awkward silence. Then I went back annoyed at myself and watched the rest of the show. I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself as I was sitting there alone, watching alone, and laughing alone. ye.

The 100th Post

I'm going to try and make this post one hundred
words long because it is my one hundredth post. I
saw a poster for a Christian evangelizing group with a
picture of an old lady that said, "Imagine waiting one
hundred years to hear the gospel, she did." and I
thought, "DOOOOOOOODDD! THAT'S RIDICULOUS. I once lost around one hundred
dollars because I was stupid. The thing is, I had
a hundred dollar bill, and I thought that it would
be better if I split it so if I lost
it, then it wouldn't be so bad. Then I went
out with five twenties still in my pocket and then
I lost it. I actually have one hundred thirty five
words but I'm the owner of this blog mu a
ha ha ha ha ha.

The Aristocrats of Korea

I found out that even the rich people of Korea live in apartments.

Ironic?

Yes.

The Shining Post

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The Richardian Double-Life

My life at CPC and my life at BIOLA are both quite awful. I know that in my blog, some posts are understood by CPC people and some are understood by BIOLA people, but in this one, I'll be the only one to understand it because I'm the only one that attends both. hohoho. Anywho, both have their pros and cons, BIOLA is full of jerks that call me stupid (LeahLee is a jerk) and CPC is full of jerks that make me feel stupid (Yuggs is a jerk). At CPC, I can share a lot more about myself and at times, I'm put into an auto-share rapidfire mode where I just unleash my tongue at the nearest person and reveal my deepest darkest secrets to them which I'm sure makes them uncomfortable to say the least. At BIOLA, I can chill with chill girls that I practice playing pool with and make food with at night without being special friends. I talked to people at CPC about BIOLA that I can't share with BIOLA people and they tell me how what I did was a mistake and I agree with them because I was on rapidfire mode and clearly not in my right mind. I talk to people at BIOLA about things that I don't talk to CPC people about because the atmosphere is definitely different and there are a lot more white people. I'm going to shpill for a long time. I heard complaints from former-attendees of CPC that the service and everything was really dry and people don't raise their hands how jumping is a satanic practice and such but I don't really care that we don't do this because regardless, my heart is not there. I'm thinking about either trying to improve my voice by singing or I'm just out of it and I want to sit. I heard complaints from other christians that BIOLA was liberal because a lot of Sarang people went there and from what I know, the professor's theologies are fairly solid and the parts that aren't don't really matter too much. However, at CPC, there's a massive aura of hate running around and superiority. We look down on other churches and I can't help feel that CPC is actually just like every other church regarding the percentage of people that don't really care whether or not CPC is Christ-centered. I'm referring"Sunday-Christians." And at BIOLA, the values are definitely different. Gossip spreads quickly. Ok. Gossip might be too strong a word but still baby. Word travels faster than I do. Also, there's a lot of flirting going around, (MASSAGE. WTHIZZIE?!) if you don't know what I'm talking about, you will never know. It might just be me, but too much touchie feelie man. And there's a lot of problems that you would expect from a pagan school. Drugs, dancing, gambling (that's all me), and girl problems. I'm really emotional right now so I might regret this but probably not because I like my blog and I support everything I put on my blog as much as I support Rhami. If you don't know what that means, don't ask me, ask Rhami or Shinae. I don't want to answer. I had a superiority complex when I came to BIOLA and I called all the suckaz dumb. ye. But then I realized that I was just as dumb as them all. Freakin' CPC jacked me. I'm mad emotional right now. Props to DaKimi of RiceMonkeys. He got an ElSalvadorian homegirl. Let they be togethuh always forevermore. I didn't see a clear picture of her so I'm not sure if she's pretty. Anywho. Oh, one thing that both CPC and BIOLA has in common is that they both correct me when I say "much" instead of "many" which annoys me because it just goes to show how thick my skull is. After saying this, I could so imagine one particular CPC man with long hair coming up to me and saying "many" to my face as many times as I can't take. (Hanburgerman) Ye. Here's a secret message for ya'll. The code is: METHYLENEDIOXYMETHAMPHETAMINE.
NEOCTSETNAGCOYHEOCPSETCAOCNYMEUCJSETRAECSY

It's really easy to figure out but I hope you don't because I don't want you to.