If everyone were a doctor, then who would need them?

I was talking with this kid the other day and we were saying what we wanted to be when we grew up. He eluded to the fact that he wanted to be a doctor and I told him that doctor would never be my profession. "Why?" he sneered.

I told him that I didn't like dealing with sick people and that I really wasn't good in serious situations including death and such. I also said that science wasn't really something that I was interested in and told him that it just wouldn't be a way that I wanted to spend my life. He turned to me and told me that my aspirations were stupid.

"What?" I gawked at his bluntness. First of all, who says something like this? What right does he have to qualify my life aspirations anyway? So, trying to tolerate him and listen to his point of view, I asked him why he wanted to be a doctor. He responded something to the effect of, 'because I will make a lot of money'.

Yeah, that's right. Not because he genuinely wants to help people and not because he likes medicine, but because he wants to be rich. That, to me, was completely ridiculous. However, he continued to chalk it up in saying that becoming a doctor is the only noble profession.

Ok so I'm just saying that it's all well and good for him to want to play God in the future, but he doesn't have to act as though he is as important as God now, because quite frankly he is not. And furthermore, if we all followed the sentiment that doctor is the only job worth having, and we all became doctors, then who would need them anymore? We could all fix ourselves. So yeah, think about that, jerk.

AP-ness

This week is the week that we are supposed to sign up for classes, which is ridiculous to start with because this is January! Yeah, don't we have like six long months of school left to make these decisions, but whatever, I won't even get into that. My main problem came in that I had originally planned to take a lot of super easy classes next year because I will be a senior and it doesn't even matter, plus I don't plan to do any work.

Ok so anyway, with social studies, it is a problem because nobody would even explain to us what this AP Economics junk was, so we just asked Dr. W. She told us about it and that it was a year long, which was helpful I guess, but then it was retarded because I said that I wasn't going to take it in front of her. She turns me around in my lunchroom seat and proceeds to yell at me saying that it is my duty to the school to take that sort of junk; AP econ and AP lit, neither of which I was planning on taking. Anyway, she started screaming that she wouldn't write me college recommendations next year if I didn't take those two and that I would never be a national merit scholar without them.

She came all up and was like, we won't even write you a good college recommendation if you don't take them. Well guess what? If I don't want to take them now then I just won't do the work. Yeah, I plan to do a lot of easy classes and not even take a full schedule. Yeah, I'm going to Capri anyway, which you don't even have to graduate from high school to go to, to become an estatition and it will be tite.

Ok so all of this is so retarded to me and I almost like spit in her face or something. What right does she have to threaten me anyway? She can't even say that I will be a failure without taking these things, because quite frankly I just don't care. Yeah it's all retarded and I suppose that she must get some sort of kickback from the number of people taking AP classes or something, but really, in a year and a half or so I'm going to be peaceing out of Kennedy and it won't even be a big deal, so whatevs.

The blog song

So, I really am not a fan of blogging because it makes me feel like a creeper. I usually associate blogs with 40-year-old men who still bum around in their parents' basement and are destined to be losers for the rest of their lives. But, alas, I guess I have no option but to blog, so I will try and make the best of it, by singing. Here is a song that I just made up about blogging, to the tune of Mary had a Little Lamb:

Blogging i-is really fun
Really fun, really fun
Blogging i-is really fun
But it's creepy too
I write about no-o-thing
No-o-thing, no-o-thing
I write about no-o-thing
But still have an A

I can't write very much

Very much, very much

I can't write very much

'Cuz I don't have a brain
It makes the children laugh and play
Laugh and play
Laugh and play (yeah, I did steal that part directly from the song)
But it's still creepo

The end. That was my song and I hope you liked it. I couldn't really remember all of the words to Mary had a Little Lamb, so they syllables might be off and I don't know if I ended in the right spot, but I am really just okay with that, because it is surely a masterpiece. I mean seriously, Kanye West is already working on a version of this for his next album, not even kidding.

MLK Day

It was August 28, 1963 at the March on Washington that Martin Luther King, Jr., first said his fateful words, "I have a dream...

...that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.'
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together...
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, 'Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!'"

The powerful words that were bestowed upon the nation on that day still linger. Each year on the third Monday of January, schools, federal offices, post offices and banks across the nation close. It is said to be a time for Americans to celebrate the birth, life, and dream of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It should be a time for the nation to remember the injustices that Dr. King fought against; a time to remember his fight for the freedom, equality and dignity of all races and peoples; a time to remember his message of change through nonviolence.

However, as time has passed and the issue of racism is no longer as prominent as it was during the Civil Rights Movement, sadly Martin Luther King, Jr., Day has fallen into the category of historical holidays without much resonance. I suppose then, that I would just urge you to reevaluate your priorities today, do something for another person, and work on being tolerant, because it's all we can do to uphold Dr. King's legacy.

Doctors are gross

Ok so tonight I have to go to the doctor, which isn't really that big of a deal since I go to the doctor like every other day. But, I still hate it because I go to like a thousand different doctors because I'm just that unhealthy and all of them are jerks. Like I have this one that you can tell must have been bullied in his high school years and is resentful that I'm not or something because he is just weird and really bitter. And I'm really cordial and nice to him or whatever but he is just an ass all the time and I don't understand it.

Maybe he's nice in real life, I mean he seems a little like my dad in the sort of nerdy but cool type way. Yeah, maybe he's just a real dick when he has to see me because I'm a waste of his time or something.

Some people say that education makes you that way, really snobby and whatnot and having met him, I must say, I can see it. I wonder if education has made him that way, though, or if he was just a stunted kid and turned out mad about life and out to destroy everyone that isn't as miserable as him.

Ok, so in all honesty I know that this blog post isn't about anything, and my doctor isn't like The Simpsons' Dr. Mark Riviera or anything, but really I am just filling space. So for anyone who might still be reading you can probably gloss over all of this text because it will be more about nothing than you have previously experienced. I mean look at me, this paragraph is already four lines, oh make that five lines long and I have said absolutely nothing in it. Boy I hope that Mr. Ayers doesn't read this post because it is surely the most pointless one of all time, even more so than the one about the color blue, which by the way if you haven't read that one it is definitely the best of all time, so you should find it. It was only a few back and it's really short and a little less rambling than this one, except for it has a delightful video of the song I'm Blue. Yeah, it makes everyone smile so don't even resist it, really I'm serious just ditch this blog and move back to that one. But I guess, who am I kidding, my blog reaches a readership of approximately three people and they don't even read it because if they did I would probably make fun of them.

Wow, look how much I've typed in about three minutes, I think that's pretty neat because I need to type mostly a gillion words a week and it is really hard when I have nothing to talk about ever because pretty much I don't even have a brain, which is pretty evident in all of my posts.

Alright, so just a head's up, I'm about to type one hundred more words or so because I really need to meet my quota for t his week without actually having to generate a topic, so here goes. Hmm...well I guess I could say that my shoes right now are really pretty, like really pretty. They are blue with white polka dots on them and they have these tite bows on the front, I just really love them. Oh, and on another note, I just sneezed, which is really weird because I have sneezed like a thousand times in the past day, I wonder what is wrong with me, I mean besides the obvious. I wonder if anyone has ever sneezed so much that they have died. Oh, well, there I go again, sneezing and what not, because I'm sure it's a matter of public interest. Anyway, that would be really sad if my cause of death was because I sneezed too much, I think it would be really the saddest thing of my life, but at least it would give the people at my funeral something to laugh about. K tite bye.

Epic sports failures

My favorite part of gym class was always the whistle to leave. I hated exercise even from the time I was in kindergarten. Waiting for the steely sound of my teacher's whistle, I would fake involvement for an hour of every gym class of my life.
And while I have had some horrific athletic moments in my lifetime, they don't even come close to these gems:

See those? That is precisely why I play absolutely no sports, and why I am an expert spectator. I suppose I would have told the story about my gym teacher expelling me from golf in eighth grade or about bringing a marker with me to the second grade mile and cutting my time in half (yet still keeping it significantly longer than most other kid's times) or even about throwing the soccer ball at a car during a fourth grade soccer game, but in all honesty the moments in the clip above trump any of mine, so I think I will just let it be.
And there you have it, my attempt to be well-rounded individual and blog about sports: epic

Um like, let's waste our time

Sometimes I look around and wonder what on earth I am doing. It goes a little like, I sit down on my floor and start putzing with something stupid, and then I look up at the clock and realize that three hours have passed. It's kind of scary and hopefully not a serious problem or anything, but situations like these make me wonder whether I'm wasting my life. However, when I see people like this, I feel a little better, there are worse ways to wind up:

Now note, that originally I tried to put the link of the crazy lady that has like a zillion YouTube videos showing how to paint your own nails, but she must have anticipated my mockery and blocked me from embedding her video. But that's okay, because I will just link you to the most pointless two minutes of your life.
Yeah, so I guess what I have to say about this, is that people, in general have way too much time on their hands. This lady, apparently, has so little of a life that she sits in her apartment all day, inhaling paint fumes; great that should only make her more normal.
I suppose that I simply do not understand why she wastes her time making these weird videos. Here's a thought, why don't you spend your free time with real people rather than ones on the other end of a monitor. That the same way I feel about kids that read or play video games all the time; I like interacting with people that can talk back, not creepy fictional characters.
But whatever, I guess my wasted hours spent sitting on the floor of my room haven't been as pointless as crazy nail lady's, so that's a good sign.