Haribo Peaches

insomnia |inˈsämnēə|nounhabitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.DERIVATIVESinsomniac |-nēˌak| |1nˈsɑmniˈøk| noun & adjectiveORIGIN early 17th cent.: from Latin, from insomnis ‘sleepless,’ fromin- (expressing negation) + somnus ‘sleep.’

"....a great being exists within all."

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

(845): Just did a shot to pluto being a planet again. I love science.

I dont care if it hurts, I wanna have control,

I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul, I want you to notice when I not around.

youre so fucking special,

i wish i was special, but im a creep im a weirdo, what the hell im doing here?

the glow in the morning air surrounds me.

is this an alternate universe? or was that just one hell of a night?

open your mind to the world,

the man in the cape is just around the bend....

spectrum.

Red is the color of love. But it is also the color of death

Orange sparks controversy

Green occupies more space in the spectrum visible to the human eye.

Blue is both above us and beneath us

Shades of yellow carry the promise of a positive future.

Purple resides deep within and only comes out on tuesday mornings.

on the crest of ben cove

the dew sits eagerly awaiting the first signs of existence to appear,

virtual portals engulf the flash morts causing a stir amongst rigid.

the water runs off the side of the cliff, is that it?

falling.

falling.

falling.

We met exactly one hundred and fifty three days ago to the day

the sweet smells of caution engulfed the shore

peace.

peace.

peace.

my indigo thoughts divided us.

far apart

too far actually.

Why all of a sudden has love evolved to haste.

STOP IT!!

they were charging so fast.

who were they? a grig or a mumper?

their tounge seemed transoceanic, yet almost calming.

the man on the horse had been covered by the past,

Jobs second hope had been destroyed by egnaro.

and the stones keep on rollin down the darkside of the mountain.

Ill never forget that crest of ben cove.

the red rose.

the red rose trembles in the face of danger.

the red rose understands when the gardner is gone.

the red rose bubbles with joy at the sight of forgiveness.

the red rose aches to know the square root of everything.

But wait, who is the red rose?

home.

As the sun's rays shine down and melt the fallen gum onto the asphalt, i sit back and take in a breath of the crisp fall air.

There is something about home that makes me wonder why all the other things are the way they are.

The incandescent feeling of how the same faces still act in a similar manner.

Well, the drain is clogged with sludge and the repair guy cant come 'till the morning.

What will we do now?

"We can melt wax over the slain queen?"

But the mysteries of the attic still remain.

Home is like that old breakfast restaurant. No matter how long you are gone, everything is the exact same, like time had been frozen in a bottle.

Where the rings on the tree aren't as important as the leaves in the forest.

Often the rim of darkness creeps in and illuminates the thoughts in order to fulfill the needs of the populous.

"Black out in white night in Rome" leads the anthem of rebellion in the streets.

Home is the place where no explanations are needed.

Right is right and left is left.

The people march in order and always stop at red lights,

Drama is just a genre of movie,

and nothing is better than the smell of the square.

Dont stop believing in angles, and marching to the beat of the proverbial drum

Fallen Angels

Its started to get to me how people are acting. Doing the same things every day, falling into the same routines. Complaining about the same problems, but never actually acting on them. Since when is having fun and enjoying life a problem? If homework is overwhelming and sleep is something that seldom happens, complaining about it every day, and continuing to procrastonate doesn't do anything. Going about life the same way is fine, if you are content. But dont be upset with things and continue to act the same way. If someone is doing something they like to do, then let them do it, who cares what it is. Heres a small poem. think about the true meaning of things, and act like the person you truely want to be

With the collapse of the empire, wind brushes back and sweeps away the fallen angels.

The cracks in between the sidewalks continue to expand,

weeds fill in

days pass

and green just doesn't seem to be green anymore.

The smells of summer and the bliss of happiness resonate from the crashing waves.

Children are attracted to all that is fancy and new

Often forgetting about the past

the history;

What got them there, and what will be there when the batteries die.

On the other side of the fence, Mr Johnson calls the boys in for supper

Cold soup again?

I can only imagine...

Great Times

You know the kind of nights where you experience like ALL types of college life. Its the late night in front of Campion talks. All different types of people, who all had different types of nights, each share their “experiences” from the nights events. Zipping down York, racing the clock just to get a burrito. Sunday morning breakfasts. hahaha. Great time. But tonight even, every emotion was experienced and life is being lived. Like it should be. But mostly everyone is stressed, so forget about it. Drop the handles of lifes bundles and do what you do. Experience things, and venture into the greatness that life has to offer.

ok its 5 am. Halloweek is a mere few days away and im dead....

Operation Phoenix

Obey The Rule.

A machine is any device that uses energy to perform some activity.

It is above all.

the meaning is that of a device having parts

Community.Identity.Stability

In common usage,

The person next to you is the exact same.

Caution, this product is dangerous

Perform or assist in performing any type of work.

Perfection is sought through execution

Obey the law, the MAN rules this land.

On the other side of the knoll is what is meant to be found

Technology Corrupts People

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The Romans

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Rebellious Virtues

Follow the path down,

it will take you there,

to a place i cannot describe.

It is an odd place where justice cannot be salvaged from a pile of rubble.

Move aside the rocks and observe

The blue blocks shift and become jealous,

the wind dies and arrangements are made

Stand up, stand up

The end is near!

Remember just one thing. Out of all the things that i say, please remember this.

Ab falso quod libet

The fragmented perception allows thoughts to dissipate down quickly and conform to the known,

The sunlight on the backside of thought reflects our values and furthers the journey. 

As we continue down the path, our mind will wander systematically until we can dicipher

the noble dignitaries amongst the endless fields of corn. stalks and stalks, all the same, as far as the eye can see.

A rebel on the backside of the mountain quietly awaits.

Shaq vs. the Greatest of All Time

As I sit here now, writing this article at our dining room table, I am looking upwards at our homemade chandelier, made solely out of used can tabs. It is a work of art, among other things.  The lights are off, and Radiohead is speaking to me at exactly the right volume. Things are great, and in my convoluted, odd, and often types seemingly insane vocabulary…. I’m Lampin. Things are great am I’m living luxuriously. Just living the life. Homework’s done, no cares.

 

So tonight marks a huge night in the development of the newly dubbed, Loyola UNIVERSITY. I like college better; nevertheless, The big Aristotle himself, Shaquille O’Neil, is coming to Loyola. Seems crazy right

 

Wow just thought of a sick new blog idea about facebook…wow great advertising…damn facebook

Sorry for the Tangent……

Homework’s done, and there are no cares. And arguably one of the greatest basketball players, is facing off against THE greatest swimmer of all time, at our small college, this is crazy.

The first word that came to mind when I saw this show was artificial. There are 6 billion people in the world and Michael Phelps is the fastest. There is no way a seven foot, three hundred pound half basketball player, half Shaolin based Clown could beat him in a swimming race.  There was no chance that this “Shaq Vs.” would prove to be a contest.

This episode of “Shaq Vs.” almost seemed like an SNL skit or one of the brilliant, however “fake” news stories from The Onion.  The Announcers were so insincere and were just staring at the TV cameras. It was one of the lowest budgets, poorly cut shows I’ve seen. This was nothing but a Public Relations stunt. Everyone knows Phelps is a normal 24-year-old guy, who just happens to just be crazily good and genetically superior at swimming.  The Media hates that. Michael Phelps is a “Good Boy” Since Michael Phelps IS swimming, just like Tiger Woods is Golf, and Rodger Federer and Rafael Nadal are tennis! Don’t disagree. So without Michael Phelps, there is no one watching the 2008 Beijing men’s 100m final in swimming. Michael Phelps has been arrested for DUI and also cited with Photos of him smoking marijuana from a bong, at a South Carolina University Party. He is trying to have his reputation rebuilt. 

Phelps’s Swimming Brain Trust, whomever they are, put Michael Phelps on this show to help better his reputation. This was clearly seen throughout this 1 hour stretched out “Epic Battle, of momentous proportions,” as said by the overly enthusiastic commentators.

They made Shaq seem like this superhero character. Calling him ShaqMoo. I know his nickname is also  “Superman” but he was a great player 8 years ago, and now he is at-best, pretty good center, just for his size. This show, to me, seems like an out of date superstar vs. a kid trying to better his reputation.

I bet Michael Phelps is a great guy; I am not saying he’s not, but I thought the clips of him at the beginning of his scenes seemed scripted. Like doing service, at a children’s pool, with like perfectly, racially based demographic groups. I’m not saying that doesn’t exist, but it seemed like so “to-the-script way” of advertising and trying to market Michaels Phelps character and make him seen as “a great role model for kids”

I know this article may seem a tad cynical. But I feel it is like how things are..

So basically all of the events are totally rigged in such a way that gives Shaq the advantage. From the very beginning they were trying to give Shaq the upper hand. Ya ABC executives…I’m talking to you, did Michael Phelps, really have a “leg injury”??

So after 3 “stimulating” races, the final race came down to a final stretch finish. Really?? Never would have guessed. But in the end Phelps win. So anticlimactic, but ya I guess the 14 time Gold Medalist should win, for ego sake at least.

 

The bet was that if Phelps won, Shaq would have to dress up in a Pink bathing outfit, it was corny and just added to Shaq’s iconic figure. It was a safe bet that put Shaq is a higher light, and made Phelps seem like a humble guy.

It would was cool to see Shaq on TV at Loyola, but I don’t know if ABC will be picking up “Shaq Vs.” for a second season…

 

 

 

 

 

And my conspiracy story for this episode, that basically no one will get, is that who ever owns the New York Knicks created this episode, for in 2010 Lebron James will sign to the New York Knicks. And who is Lebron’s teammate this season?? Yes as a matter of fact it is Shaq.  And the last line in the show was “I hope Shaq can help bring a ring for the King”. 

Big Spoon Theory

Who doesn't love to snuggle up on a nice cold day, and bundle up in a warm, cozy blanket? Add a nice cup of hot coco, possibly with marshmellows or whipped cream (in the stewie voice from family guy). But even with the best situation there is still something missing. I know who i am as a person, but i love a good spoon once in a while. If you cant admit that than there is something wrong. But nevertheless, there still remains one question. Big Spoon or little? 

Each has its pros and cons. With the Big spoon being the support and masculine protective figure of the spooning relationship. However the little spoon is cozy and defiantly more enjoyable to most. I feel fairly strongly about this, when im with my girlfriend i usually take the roll of the big spoon, because girls like that stuff, so you gotta give something to get something. But when im with my roommate we always battle for little spoon. (yes, i lay in bed with my roommate, im cool like that) But we have gotten in like physical altercations just to take control of the little spoon. So if i had to pick an ideal spooning situation, it would have to be in a nice bug bed with tons of pillows and crumpling up in the little spoon.

PEACE

LOVE

STREET PASSION

  

Gatorade

What is the Best Gatorade Flavor??

The question is always asked, but you never seem to get a straight answer. Some say Lemon-Lime, some say Cool Rasberry, some even say Orange, and few argue Fruit Punch. Ill tell you what the best flavor really is.

As of 2009 Gatorade offers 23 different flavors. 

They are: LEMON-LIME

FRUIT PUNCH

ORANGE

COOL BLUE

WATERMELON ICE

BERRY

ICE PUNCH

GRAPE BERRY

LIME

TANGERINE

WILD BERRY

GRAPE

MELON

STRAWBERRY

LEMONADE

RASPBERRY

LEMON-LIME + STRAWBERRY

FRUIT PUNCH + BERRY

ORANGE + TROPICAL FRUIT

GLACIER FREEZE

RIPTIDE RUSH

MANGO ELECTRICO

TROPICAL INTENSO 

The real question is, why do they have so many flavors? I feel the answer is that people like so many different things and are brought up on different diets. But now, the best flavor of gatorade is........... The answer is a little harder to answer than that. We have to look at what other people like. If you walked around...say...Loyola Campus on a saturday afternoon and asked people what their favorite flavor is i bet you would get a number of answers. My answer to that is that 99% of those people are wrong.

What is the best flavor if Gatorade?

ANSWER: Lemon-Lime

REASON: It tastes the best....It's that simple, no other flavor is good.

School Policy

In a recent interview with local public relations specialist Ms. Katherine, of Stratford, CT. She commented on the issue of having to take foreign languages as a "tyrannical act" and thought that the University officials "Have no right to force us to take classes in a subject matter in which we will never see a real life application" But when asked about such classes as Latin, the "dead language" and classes such as numbers in the real world, where i could have passed in the second grade, she laughed in her patented "dead sea lion mating call" and scurried back to her room, mumbling something about honey barbecue wings??

But sitting here doing nothing, memorizing verb tenses and random vocab words, i dont see any real point. Id rater be writing a critical review of the "Death of General Wolf" by my boy Benny West. Great minds of our generation, Ms. Cynthia Taylor would attest to the fact that the need for 4 semesters of a language. "yeaaa we dont need no language..UMPH!!"

Letter to Charms

Dear Charms Lolly Pop Corp,

I am just writing to inform you that you are selling an inferior good to the public. No one like grape flavored lollypops. Make that grape flavored things in general. Well actually i do love a nice green grape, but not the purple ones. They have seeds. ew. But If you only sold Cherry,Watermelon, and Strawberry, and i mean sour apple is ok i guess. There is always that one kid who secretly loves Sour Apple. But if you eliminated Grape and replaced it with another flavor, i feel like your company would do much better. 

Or is it just that fact that you cant think of other flavors? because Lolly pops have been around forever and i dont think you have been brainstorming of a better flavor for 100 years. Just change Grape and replace it with a Cream Soda flavored lolly pop and that is that, because no one dislikes cream soda in small amounts, yes its a little sweet, but not if you just have a little. like a few licks. 

So thats my words of Wisdom today, Eliminate Grape, and save the world. 

Day One

So i have never really written a blog before, but it seems like the cool thing to do at this point in time, a little conformity never hurt anyone, so i thought id make a blog. 

With this being the first day of my second year of college, a lot of things are going on. So i thought id take some time out of my day, grab a nice cup of coffee, and record some of the things i have seen on my first day back in Baltimore. 

So i made the trip down from Boston to Baltimore yesterday. And traveling anywhere with my family can always lead to some....how do you say......"interesting" experiences. For anyone that knows my family they could attest my mom is like Mother Theresa while my dad is like Charlie Brown...haha. So as i get on the plane, i sit down in my window seat, post up, grab me a refreshing fresca from the incompetent flight attendants, put on my Sony headphones, and enter a new stream of consciousness as i indulge myself to the "words of wisdom" of Matisyahu. My dad however gets stuck in a middle seat, crammed between this huge guy who doesnt stop coughing and sneezing ( for the record my dad is the king of the germophobes and feels like the swine flu is going to end the word. ) so this flight i alternated between watching an episode of Sailor Moon (ya thats right Sailor Moon) and laughing because of my dads inability to sit next to anyone who hasn't been sterilized. Overall it was just a really crazy 90 minute plane flight. 

This is just the first of many blog posts to come; tomorrow i discuss my thoughts on Airport Security...