Day Thirty-seven

March 28, 2011

I was going to write about this in yesterday's blog but that would have made my post too long. So a couple of days ago some guys grafitti'ed my school. So in order to fix the rainbow of colors on the wall, my school hired some painters to paint over the walls. So as they were painting I went outside my classroom to go to the bathroom. And as I opened the door I accidentally bumped into one of the painters, and we had a.....interesting conversation.

Nahum-Red

Painter-Blue

"Oh I'm sorry."

"What did you do?"

"What?"

"What are you sorry about?"

"Uhhhhhhh-"

"You shouldn't be sorry. You should be on your way."

The painter was TICKED off! Did I do something wrong? Is saying sorry rude sometimes? I don't know. This wasn't really an important part of my day, but it was definitely memorable.

-Nahum

Day Thirty-six

March 26, 2011

So a couple of days ago I decided to eat at MickeyD's. I bought a burger, fries, and a cup for my soda. I walk up to the soda dispenser and this old man and this grandson walk up next to me. I get my Dr. Pepper in my medium-sized cup and this old man is pouring pink lemonade into his water cup. And as soon as the pink liquid landed in his clear cup, the grandson said, "Grandpa, wrong cup!!!" The grandpa, obviously knowing his wrongdoing says, "Oh, really? Okay, I'll get it right next time." The grandpa walked away with free pink lemonade.

This brought me to the question: Why are humans so evil? Do we naturally go against the rule as we age? When we were children, we were innocent: watercup=only water, cheating on a test will lead to dire consequences, inhaling smoke from the smoker next to you is going to kill you. We were little angels, and look at us now. We are probably the best cheaters in the world, I find ways to cheat on tests, and lie to my parents, and skip church, and break rules.

A person came up to me the other day and told me, "You're really immature." I looked at her with one eyebrow up and asked, "How?" She stumbled on her words and said, "You're just are too hyper and active, all the time." That kinda hit me. Really? Am I really immature? When you think of mature do you think of cool, smooth badasses that lean against walls, stay quiet, and break the rules? So just cause I follow the rules, does that make me immature? Okay. Have fun growing up, I'm cool just the way I am. Apparently I'm a fucking kid.

-Nahum

Day Thirty-five

March 8, 2011

A good thing and a bad thing happened to me today.

So starting with the bad. I walk into English class finding out that there was homework due today. I look at my seat partner and ask, "Homework? What homework?" (The worst part was, it was block day today, which meant that class was twice as long as usual). I had to suffer waiting in my seat hoping that the teacher forgot there was homework due today for a little under two hours. The first hour past by and I started to get more comfortable and relaxed, the teacher didn't show any sign of awareness. 15 minutes left of class, he talks about the homework due tomorrow and finishes his lecture. 5 minutes left of class everyone starts to pack up and he says "See you Thursday, kids." And right as he said that, WITH FOUR MINUTES LEFT OF CLASS, a mysterious voice in the corner says, "What about the homework?" I was ready to punch that girl in the nose. Why the hell would you say that?!?!?! Do you like screwing people over??? GAHHHHHHH so yeah I got a zero on that assignment, THANKS A LOT $(#*($*@#($*@#)($&@#)($*@#)(%$#()%^*@$$.

Well, on the flip side, I had a really fun talk with my parents. So today while eating, we started talking about sex. hahahah it's not like they were teaching me about the bird and the bee, they were talking about what I should do. It was funny cause my mom wanted me to search for the perfect girl and my dad wanted me to be a pimp. HAHAHAHA. So my dad's giving me all these advice that I need to use in order to get the honeys! I listened, but there is no way in hell I'm going to use them ahahhah. We talked about girls, sex, plastic surgery, make-up, the whole shabang. I love my parents. Even though we fight a lot, at the end of the day, they're still my parents, and I couldn't ask for a better pair.

-Nahum

Day Thirty-four

February 22, 2011

So the other day I ate lunch with my parents, it was awesome(All-you-can-eat-shabushabu). We put that place out of business, (= well anyways, when we entered the restaurant this Korean guy (around 25 years old) walks in right after we take our seats. He orders quickly and sets up the soju cups for his friends that haven't arrived yet. So me and my parents are swallowing down shabushabu like it was breathing to us. After we were on our third plate I glanced over at the guy's table and he is still sitting alone, letting his food get cold on the table. He seemed really depressed, drinking shots of soju by himself and licking his chopsticks as if he was ready to dig into the field of gogi in front of him. I felt sorry for him, I really did.

So after we finished our third plate of meat, and around 40 minutes passed by, the guy's friends showed up. He stood up, gave them highfives, and immediately started eating. He was happy. They started talking about fine Korean chicks they met at the movies, the horrible movies they watched with the fine chicks, and just their social-lives. Yeah, I heard all of this cause they were screaming their assholes off; shit, they were the loudest people in the entire restaurant. Just a second ago, the lonely guy didn't say a word except "ShabuShabu combo please.", and now he's spitting out words like he was Eminem.

After my fam ate our fifth plate (yeah we fat, so what?) we payed for our food and left, while the guy was laughing with his friends and enjoying life.

The lonely guy reminded me that life is so much better with friends by your side. It sucks to be alone, what are you going to do when you're alone? Talk to yourself? So for everyone that I didn't talk to, or that I left alone, I'm sorry. I won't leave you alone again.

Sorry again.

-Nahum

Day Thirty-three

February 7, 2011

So a couple of days ago I went to volunteer at this hospital in LA. So the people at the volunteer office told me that they were going to give me an ID card that allowed me to access the parking lot free of charge (SWEET). So I park on the street, put in enough coins for 26 minutes and go inside to get my ID card. I take my picture, write my address, blah blah blah, but eventually the ID-making ran a little long on time. I stared at my watched and 24 minutes already passed by. I sprinted across the hospital, jumped up and down on the elevator (thinking it would make it go down faster), and blasted to the streets. I jumped into my car and started my engine, and I looked up to find a small white ticket on my windshield wipers. BEHOLD THE ALL-MIGHTY FIRST PARKING TICKET! I was literally TWO minutes late, and in that time a bored as cop just decided to find my sexy car in the distance and slap a $88 fine on my dashboard! yup, that's right, EIGHTY-EIGHT BUCKAROOS! My parents hate me :P

-Nahum

Day Thirty-two

January 29, 2011

So yesterday the weirdest thing happened to me. So I went to get some groceries with my mom yesterday, and we stopped by this korean market in la. Before we entered to get food, my mom spotted this 60 year old man selling magazine subscriptions. My mom shows interest and I look at the delicious looking bread next to the man's little table. After my mom buys the subscription, she calls me over so I could carry the magazines to the car. As soon as the man saw me, fireworks shot out of his eyes. He was like, "OH! Is that your son???"

Mom, "Yes it is."

"WOW, you really raised him well!! He looks great! My son is all skinny and stuff, but your son has the PERFECT amount of fat! wow you really really raised him well."

....yup. I didn't know what to do. So he goes on rambling about how he wants his thirteen year old son to have the exact same body figure as me, and how much he was in love with me... homo. So the man places all the magazines my mom purchased in a small plastic bag and handed it to me. As soon as I had a grip on the bag, he snuck up behind me and squeezed my waist.

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....if you're weirded out how the hell do you think I felt. I freaking jumped like 48034 feet in the air cause he scared the living crap out of me. So after the love-handle squeezing, I like ran to the car, and I was "UMMA, LET'S GO!!!!!"

-Nahum

Day Thirty-one

January 24, 2011

Today's blog is going to be inspirational quotes from two people: my chemistry tutor and Will Smith.

My tutor said to me, "If an NFL player drops a pass, it does not mean he doesn't know how to catch a ball, it just means he didn't make the catch. You know your material, all you have to do is catch the ball."

Will Smith said, "You don't set out to build a wall. You don't start there; you say, I'm gonna lay this brick, as perfectly as a brick can be laid. And you do that every single day, and soon you have a wall."

-Nahum is inspired to tear shit up