The Worst Things EVER and What I have to say!

A list of the worst things ever, compiled from my mind and the internet.

1.) I'd rather have my entire body wet than just my socks.
2.) It'd feel better if an elephant shit on me than it does to wake up sweating.
3.) The worst thing ever is when you're in the middle of an argument and realize you're wrong
4.) How do you fold a fitted sheet?
5.) Mapquest needs to start on #5, I can get out of my neighborhood
6.) Stop making new music and movie devices, i'm sick of restarting my collection
7.) I hate when word asks if I want to save any changes when I definitely didn't change anything.
8.) Do not machine wash or machine dry means I will never wash it.
9.) When I call you back right away, and you don't answer, where the fuck did you go?
10.) When I text you and you call me... clearly I dont wanna talk, i want to fucking text.
11.) I save some peoples numbers, just so I know to ignore them.
12.) The only time I like red lights is when I need to text
13.) I don't know the difference between boredom and hunger.
14.) Don't make me watch this fucking youtube video. please. do not.
15.) Hi asshole, I held the door for you, how about a thank you, you motherfucker.
16.) I smiled... or said hi... the least you could do is smile or say hi back dipshit.
17.) How many times is it okay to say what before I just smile and nod my head because I still didn't hear you.
18.) I texted you... i definitely never got a reply.
19.) I hate my spastic attacks when I lean my chair back a little too far.
20.) When I'm walking, I hate drivers, when I'm driving, I hate walkers, no matter what, I always hate the guy on the bike.
21.) I hate when I can't remember who just texted me... what time it is... or what someones name is right after they tell it to me.
22.) Don't stare at me bitch, i'll stare back
23.) You're kid is not mentally accelerated, every parent thinks there kid is the smartest fucking 4 year old ever. Well guess what? chances are they will end up retarded, a drug addict, a complete dipshit, or the worst two things a person can be... a fat republican.
24.) No you're baby is not cute, you pushed it out of your cunt and it looks like a goddamn goblin.
25.) no youre baby is not smiling, 1.) it doesn't have fucking teeth, just like metheads, babies are incapable of smiling. 2.) two, it's fucking preparing it's next shot at projectile vomiting and hitting your still recently pregnant fatass.
26.) Wow you named your 14th and 15th children Bonquisha and Mercedez, was the name "I'm going to grow up, have 7 children, live off the government, and suck dick for crack" already taken?
27.) You just cut me off, will you now speed the fuck up!?!
28.) Hi... Nice turn signal cuntface.
29.) Don't ask me if you can come, I would have invited you if I had wanted you to come.
30.) No you may not use my chapstick you aids infested gutter slut.
31.) WOW! you're at mcdonalds! because you don't already weigh 300lbs or anything.
32.) Abortions are necessary to prevent people like you from ever reproducing.
33.) Don't say you love that band, you know the song from that commercial.
34.) Hey douche-rocket. I believe I was in line first, I'm definitely spitting on your sweater without you noticing.
35.) Don't be a bitch waitress to me, that's why I keep pennies in my wallet.
36.) Don't tell me smoking causes cancer, I should be telling you "remarks cause broken noses"
37.) Wear a helmet, you're on a motorcycle.
38.) You're wearing Ed Hardy, were you trying to dress up as a candy wrapper today?
40.) "Thanks for having me over!" Funny... I don't remember inviting you.
41.) Don't ask me for a cig... the 100th time this week.
42.) You're 12... stop flashing your newly acquired pubic hair and nonexistent tits.
43.) I have to take the elevator to the 15th floor, and you press floor two... really you sad fatass motherfucker?
44.) Okay so you were walking two seconds ago, why did you decide to stop right in front of me?
45.) Don't tell me what to do, if I felt like doing what you're telling me to do, i'd already be doing it.

Madtown nights 4, and goodbye :(

Ok saturday was the big night!!! the fucking huge night!!!!! OK GO was playing and i was with all my best friends, at one of the biggest halloween parties in the US!!!!!! crazy shit was about to go down!!!! and since I was sober (obviously), I was left to deal with the drunk ass motherfuckers.... Its now been a week so my memory is already blurred (what can I say, I was an alcoholic back in the day, my brain is ruined) but basically, the only story that matters is DETOX WINEHOUSE ENDED UP IN DETOX! and before that mystique buttslut, and I had to carry her back to her dorm! thats a fucking joke! oh and drunken bamf, she was pissed and hit our dear friend, as well as a random guy!!!!!! the night was craziness.


Goodbye day and night was hard... really fucking hard. I love each and every person I was with that weekend dearly, and goodbyes are always hard. Especially when youre me, because I can't seem to sit the fuck still and settle the fuck down. I always have to be moving around. I don't know why I do this. As bruce springsteen would say, BABY I WAS BORN TO RUN!!!!!!!

anyways, everyone but hotmess #2, whore, mystique butt slut, and obviously joke and his roommates (salt and pepper) left! We stayed up late that night watching horror films. By the way, dont ever watch the human centipede, it was fucking disgusting and gross and disturbing, and chainsmoking is the only thing that got me through that movie... and i don't get grossed out. SO! that's about it. That was last weekend and I'm ready to move on with my life. More stories involving the madtown possee coming this december!!!

Jawbreaker Continued

I'm finally back. The last couple of weeks have been hectic. I needed to do an assload of school work and was bummin' about it But hey, that's life. Then last week on Wednesday I jumped on a plane to Madison, WI (also known as MADTOWN!). I just got back last night (more on Madison later).

I am now at 950 licks on my Jawbreaker, and nowhere near finished. Here's a photo of the Jawbreaker at 850 licks:

The Biznasty Jawbreaker Experiment

I've decided to take on the most tedious activity known to mankind. To finish a jawbreaker completely without breaking it, without sucking on it, purely finish it by licks. I will continue to blog about this project until completion. I bought the jawbreaker yesterday afternoon. I will also be keeping tallys on the number of licks, hours, days and weeks it takes to finish this thing.

Day #1: New Jawbreaker, 0 licks:











Day #2: 400 licks, the first bit of color is showing through, it's yellow once you get past white... god it's fascinating.










Background Information:

Jawbreakers are made by slowly depositing layers onto a core (such as a single sugar grain or anise seed). Jawbreakers are made in large, rotating, heated pans. The candies take several weeks to manufacture, as the process of adding liquid sugar is repeated multiple times (more than 100 times over two weeks to make a one inch ball). Color and flavor are also added during the panning process. A 2004 episode of the Discovery Channel television program MythBusters episode subsection named Exploding Jawbreakers then demonstrated that heating a jawbreaker in a microwave oven can cause the different layers inside to heat at different rates, yielding an explosive spray of very hot candy when compressed; MythBusters crew members Adam Savage and Christine Chamberlain received light burns after a jawbreaker exploded





and finally... the process... how a jawbreaker is made... it is possibly the most fascinating candy process ever.

All things biznasty postponed because I'm a damn idiot.

All things biznasty postponed, because, what I've learned this week is that everything stupid one does in life catches up to them eventually, roughly all 8,372 stupid things I've done in my life have all decided to catch up to me this week. I'm fixing all of these damn problems individually, and my life as a biznasty needs to be put on hold.

One of my major problems is that I can't wake up for classes, and it's bad. I continuously sleep through my goddamn classes. So, in order to wake up on time, I will be doing a number of things I have read online and have been suggested from friends.

-Buy a puzzle alarm clock (pieces shoot off and alarm doesnt stop until you put the pieces together
-keep a glass of water by my bed and chug it when I wake up,
-put my phone behind my blinds so I need to open the blinds when I wake up
-tape my normal alarm behind my tv on the wall so I have to struggle to turn it off.

Maybe these things will help, hopefully they will so goddamnn kassar will get off my fucking back (math professor)

Donating plasma and the fucking weather.

It's beautiful outside. It's always beautiful outside here. I don't know how to force myself to stay inside and type an essay, and if I take my laptop outside, I know I will be distracted. I have an hour before my next class and I desperately need to start typing this paper, go to class, and then donate plasma so I have money to go to the bahamas on Saturday! My neighbor is blasting Edit "certified air raid material". It's overpowering my Zeppelin "No Quarter". I need some goddamn boss headphones. That will take a bit more than donating some plasma... maybe ill donate bone marrow this week.