Why I love my suite...

Just before I begin, I am almost entirely recovered from being sick and am feeling much better.

I have a couple of issues to discuss, the first of which is that I absolutely love my suite. There are many of reasons for this, including shared taste in games, books, tv shows (few as they may be) and movies, but the reason for this sudden display of affection is the last hour and a half. Upon announcing that Alain was going to bed, we began a short conversation on someone who overheard us joking about christianity in our suite and said 'this is what is wrong with brandeis...' and 'how would you like it if christians sat around telling jokes about jews.' The main problem with her statement was that we dont need christians to sit around telling jew jokes because we will do it ourselves. In the hour and a half since Alain chose to go to bed (unsuccessfully) and we had that discussion, we stood around and told jokes...the racier the better, noone being exempt. We hit God, Jews, Christians, politicians, Muslims, blacks, Chinese, Mexicans, Michael Jackson, New Yorkers and Texans.

A breif excerpt: "Three people, a British, a French and a New Yorker were captured by cannibals in the jungle and we told that they would be killed, their hides used for the canoes. The British and the French people sigh, but accept that there is nothing they can do. Then it comes to the New Yorker's turn. The cannibals are horrified as the man grabs a fork and starts stabbing himself repeatedly. They ask what he is doing and he replies 'No way you are using my damn hide for your canoes!'"

Q. "A blonde, a brunette and a redhead are in fourth grade. Who has the bigger boobs?"

A. "The blonde. She is 18."

Q. "A brunette, a smart blonde, the easter bunny and santa claus all jump from the top of the empire state building. Who hits the ground first?

A. "The brunette. She is the only one that exists"

"Superman is flying along one day and sees Wonder Woman laying on top of a building completely naked and decides that she is rather attractive and he would like to have sex with her. He thinks to himself, 'well, I am Superman, faster than a speeding bullet...I could be in and out without her noticing', so he goes ahead and does it.

After it is done, Wonder Woman looks up and exclaims 'What was that?'
'I dont know' The Invisible man replies 'but my ass really hurts'


There, done with jokes. Sorry if any offended people, and if you would like to hear more of the jokes that were told, most, if not all of them can be recreated for you by someone upon request.

This is the reason that I love my suite. Because we are amazing at doing stupid random shit that we really probably shouldnt do and stay up until all hours not doing homework, but doing stuff like telling jokes. Furthermore, we dont need people to go around telling jokes about us, because dammit, we will do it ourselves!

Anyways, that was issue number one. Issue number two is bhladfoiahdf;oihda;oidfwoeifao;ihdf. You may interpret this jarble any way that you wish, but do be aware that is both a statement of emotion in the language that my twisted demonic servant living my brain came up with and a 9000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 page treatise on how to create world peace.

Done and done. And there are still things that bother me, its just I dont know and I dont know. Except today wasnt bad.

Noodle out.

PS: A teacher instructs her fifth grade class to ask their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end.
The next day the kis come in and share their stories. “My daddy told me a story about my uncle Dave,” says one boy. “He was a pilot in Vietnam and had to bail out over enemy territory with nothing but a flask of whiskey, a pistol, and a knife. He drank the whiskey during the drop, then landed in the middle of 20 Charlies. He shot 15, stabbed three, and killed the last two with his bare hands.”
“What is the moral of that horrible story?” yelps the mortified teacher.
“Stay away from uncle Dave when he’s drinking.


PPS: I just had to include one more. Again, sorry if they offend anyone.

I hate being sick...

I think one of the major reasons I hate being sick is that it happens so infrequently, and, when it does happen, I get drilled. I got sick last night with a fever, sore throat (sinuses draining) and a massive headache. Also, this morning I thought I had to throw up, but decided that that was my mind adding another symptom that it thought that I should have, and I didnt actually throw up. It is really painful to eat at the moment because of the sore throat, but I know I have to try. In addition, my back feels like someone found a knife and has started to stab me and pry apart my vertebre. Needless to say, this sucks.

Now, the last time I got sick before last night was winter break last year. I got the runs and it sucked. But that said, it has been nearly 10 monthes since I was really sick in any matter. I love my immune system, but when it gives out, it reallly gives out.

Now, I must stop procrastinating, finish my bibliography, go to usdan to stock up on powerade (I really dont feel like eating right now), go to the C-store to get cough drops and then to classs to conquer the world.

Noodle out.

brilliant, as always...

sorry, this post goes at the end of the last one, seeing as it is the list...so read that one first

~Noodle


1) Just to see you smile-Tim McGraw
2) Bless the broken road- Rascal Flatts
3) Pieces- Sum 41
4) Come cryin’ to me- Lonestar
5) Collide- Howie Day
6) Mrs potters lullabye- Counting Crows
7) We danced- Brad Paisley
8) This is where it ends- Barenaked Ladies
9) Somebody like you- Keith Urban
10) All you wanted- Michelle Branch
11) Am I not pretty enough- Kasey Chambers
12) Roll to me- Del Amitri
13) In another world- Joe Diffie
14) Anna begins- Counting Crows
15) One week- Barenaked Ladies
16) Save tonight- Eagle Eye Cherry
17) Look at me now- Sixwire
18) Warsaw 1949- Johnny Clegg and Savuka
19) Breaking the habit- Linkin Park

Noodle out.

something about me...sorta

I still am sort of in a weird mood and not feeling particularly wonderful, but am dealing with it the best I can. Also, what sets it off is very particular things, but an eclectic variety which can be anything from not lifting as much as I want to to letting my thoughts drift to the weather being to hot to looking at someone to just being tired. Needless to say, this is really annoying.

Now, for the things about me.

-one of the major things I have learned at Brandeis is that I suck at writing.
-I have a lot of reading to do that I am not doing, but instead am writing this.
-this weather is to hot.
-I dont mind romantic comedies and like slower love songs. I dont care what you say about it, but its true, and while they sometimes make me sad, the stories are sometimes good.
-I also like war/action/heroic/violent movies.
-I have never kissed anyone.
-Bush is a douchebag.
-I need to do laundry (if you are willing to do it for me tomorrow, just let me know....I am currently accepting volunteers).
-I am rambling.

and now to finish this pointless entry, I shall submit a list of what I see as my 19 favorite songs...not the most played on my playlist, but my favorites. The number one song is indeed my favorite.

Noodle out.

PS I will take questions and/or comments about everything in the blog, as always

i give up

yeah, that about says it all

Noodle out.