Well, it partially is, but it wasn’t due to negligence. In fact, I wrote a blog last night, but Resnet decided that since I was using a wireless router, that I don’t deserve their oh-so precious internet. I guess the school doesn’t want me to have wireless internet in my own apartment. It could also have been those 3 gigabytes of amateur porn films I was pirating…neahh.
Anyway, here was my ORIGINAL Blog, before my butthurt Resnet experience. Maybe I'll get a handful of points even if it's a couple hours late:
“Hello, my name is James Farmer, and this is my first BLOG!
Christ, I haven’t written a blog since high school. I kinda miss high school right now, actually. What I miss the most were the motivational speakers. I like motivational speakers not because they motivate me (they really don’t), but because they we’re my source for the newest insults. If anything, motivational speakers were the reason why making fun of kids at school became so appealing.
One example, a motivational speaker came to our school and was talking to us about bullies. He said, “You’re hurting these kids! You see a guy who’s wearing pink, and you call him ‘faggot,’ ‘homo,’ ‘fairy,’ and you’re slowly killing you’re classmates with these words.” I had my notebook out, and I would think “Hmm, I’ve never heard of Fairy, that’s a good one!” and I’d jot it down for later use.
My favorite motivational speaker was Michael Pritchard.
Look up this guy on google, he’s not made up. He came to our school nearly every year and talked about the same bullshit. What always disturbed me about him was his transitions. Normally, a motivational speaker integrates humor with their serious issues so that the kids can laugh while learning a good, well-hearted lesson. But Michael Prichard’s humor was COMPLETELY opposite of the message he wanted to deliver. He would do impressions, but then would talk about something awkwardly terrible literally several seconds later. He would say, “So my dad was a BIIIGGGG guy and he would come home *funny stomping/manly noises* and all the babies in the neighborhood would cry *funny baby noises* and my mom was a TINNNNYYY little woman who sounded like *funny high pitch lady voices* and kids commit suicide everyday and it’s not funny at all,” THAT’S how abrupt the transitions we’re! I’m no good at stopping my laugh when I start, so a lot of my peers thought I was some awful kid who thinks suicide is hilarious.
Maybe that's why I have such terrible humor.
-James Farmer”
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