So I had a theory whilst walking today.
That shirts are essential for conversation starters.
ex) I saw a guy today wearing a 'Star Wars: The Force Awakens" shirt. We continued to fan-girl about Star Wars.
ex 2) Shirts that I wear often evoke conversations. i.e. YoungLife, Ariana Grande, Colorado, etc.
Shirts are essential to meeting people. Because they draw our attention in, and get us interested in the subject matter printed on the cotton. (or polyester)
Think about it.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Why taking pictures are the worst things ever
Here's a typical scenario:
le me
approached by le female group of females
"Hey can you take a picture of us?"
"Yea, sure thing."
snaps photo
gives phone back
looks at phone
"Uhhhhhhh I don't know..." scrollscroll "Oh no. This won't do. This is terrible."
looks at phone
two pictures le me took look exactly the same
"Here, let me get someone else to take them."
Like, what?!
This happens to me every time. Someone asks me to take a group photo, then immediately disregards the photos and asks someone else to take them again.
Or what's worse, is when they can't decide on a photo, and scroll back-and-forth in-between them, when they literally are the same exact frame only 0.001 seconds apart.
So no. Don't ask me to take your photo.
le me
approached by le female group of females
"Hey can you take a picture of us?"
"Yea, sure thing."
snaps photo
gives phone back
looks at phone
"Uhhhhhhh I don't know..." scrollscroll "Oh no. This won't do. This is terrible."
looks at phone
two pictures le me took look exactly the same
"Here, let me get someone else to take them."
Like, what?!
This happens to me every time. Someone asks me to take a group photo, then immediately disregards the photos and asks someone else to take them again.
Or what's worse, is when they can't decide on a photo, and scroll back-and-forth in-between them, when they literally are the same exact frame only 0.001 seconds apart.
So no. Don't ask me to take your photo.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The Essence of Naps
Sleeping in college is odd.
One week I can get a solid ~8 hours/night, but other weeks I can maybe rack in ~5 hours/night.
Now I'm not complaining at all, I just find it interesting. The relationship between the length of naps and sleep gotten the night before is what makes this interesting.
I don't know, just real cool. Like lets say 5hours sleep = 1 hour nap the next day.
What am I talking about? You can stop reading now.
One week I can get a solid ~8 hours/night, but other weeks I can maybe rack in ~5 hours/night.
Now I'm not complaining at all, I just find it interesting. The relationship between the length of naps and sleep gotten the night before is what makes this interesting.
I don't know, just real cool. Like lets say 5hours sleep = 1 hour nap the next day.
What am I talking about? You can stop reading now.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Quick PSA
Hello Friends and Family,
Just a quick PSA here; I got a new phone so if you has been trying to contact me via text (SMS), or plan on it in the future, please delete all the text threads/messages to&from me from your phone. This way, my new phone can recognize that you are trying to contact me. If you have SMS'd me in the past week or so, I have not gotten it. Calls still go through, and my number is still the same, Just for some reason the new phone doesn't like the old threads of my old phone's texts. Once again, in order to get in touch with me via txt(SMS) you must delete all those threads/messages.
That is all, I hope you have a great day.
Phillip
Sunday, September 20, 2015
I can ride my bike with no handle bars
Pretty much yea...
Like I feel OG af whenever I put my arms down, glide on my bike at night, across the trees, and steer with me body weight and not my hands.
It took a little bit of trial and error. Never fell once. It is really graceful to do right, and you can just imagine the physics behind what is happening on the bike. Incredible.
Like I feel OG af whenever I put my arms down, glide on my bike at night, across the trees, and steer with me body weight and not my hands.
It took a little bit of trial and error. Never fell once. It is really graceful to do right, and you can just imagine the physics behind what is happening on the bike. Incredible.
Monday, September 14, 2015
It keeps going. . .
Costa Rica.
Deep in the rain forest. You fly in and drive a few hours to get to this hut hidden in the forest. You are very fatigued. Sleep is the only thing on your mind that has been wandering.
Deep in the jungle lies this tiny bed and breakfast, where the Jeeps took you.
"It's going to be a great day tomorrow." Your S/O says. Yea sure.
The next morning you wake up very early. Not because you planned it that way, it's just that the sun rises and sets early here. So you and your S/O get in the Jeeps and you become increasingly more excited. Up and up you go. Deeper and deeper in the jungle. Dense.
You arise a tad above the tree line, onto a heightened plateau. You can see nothing but jungle all around you, and you hear something.
You turn around, and see the most magnificent water fall. 60ft in the air. Rainbows galore. You ask, "Do we jump?"
"No, we repel down."
And so you repel down. The slight breeze and rampant rush of water vapor consumes you. Takes you in as its own. You are the water fall. At the bottom, awaits the oasis of dreams. A slightly flat rock lies underneath the falls, and irradiates this sensual beauty all around.
"Wow. That was fun." You say.
"It keeps going." Your S/O says.
And so it does. 6 more times. 6 more falls. It keeps going.
You didn't expect to be on beach level at this time, but you are. The beach is right there. And so is this building. Made of marble columns and wood.
"What is that?"
"The resort."
And it was. Pools and spas. All open. It was nice. But it keeps going.
Dinner. Now food is on top of your mind now, and it doesn't let you down.
All you can eat. Steak. Lobster. It keeps going.
Afterwards following the carnivorous takedown, it keeps going.
To the shore. To the stars. To the view of the ocean blue.
And then you realize. The stars. Those tiny bright dots. More here, more there. It keeps going.
It all... keeps going.
Deep in the rain forest. You fly in and drive a few hours to get to this hut hidden in the forest. You are very fatigued. Sleep is the only thing on your mind that has been wandering.
Deep in the jungle lies this tiny bed and breakfast, where the Jeeps took you.
"It's going to be a great day tomorrow." Your S/O says. Yea sure.
The next morning you wake up very early. Not because you planned it that way, it's just that the sun rises and sets early here. So you and your S/O get in the Jeeps and you become increasingly more excited. Up and up you go. Deeper and deeper in the jungle. Dense.
You arise a tad above the tree line, onto a heightened plateau. You can see nothing but jungle all around you, and you hear something.
You turn around, and see the most magnificent water fall. 60ft in the air. Rainbows galore. You ask, "Do we jump?"
"No, we repel down."
And so you repel down. The slight breeze and rampant rush of water vapor consumes you. Takes you in as its own. You are the water fall. At the bottom, awaits the oasis of dreams. A slightly flat rock lies underneath the falls, and irradiates this sensual beauty all around.
"Wow. That was fun." You say.
"It keeps going." Your S/O says.
And so it does. 6 more times. 6 more falls. It keeps going.
You didn't expect to be on beach level at this time, but you are. The beach is right there. And so is this building. Made of marble columns and wood.
"What is that?"
"The resort."
And it was. Pools and spas. All open. It was nice. But it keeps going.
Dinner. Now food is on top of your mind now, and it doesn't let you down.
All you can eat. Steak. Lobster. It keeps going.
Afterwards following the carnivorous takedown, it keeps going.
To the shore. To the stars. To the view of the ocean blue.
And then you realize. The stars. Those tiny bright dots. More here, more there. It keeps going.
It all... keeps going.
Friday, September 11, 2015
SEND ME MAIL
Letters, Packages, anything.
Phillip Dupree
104 North Houston
P.O. Box 704
College Station, TX 77841
Thursday, September 10, 2015
The Computer Terminal of Death
System: Have you ever loved something?
[Enter Name] . . .
>xxxxx<
xxxxx: Yes.
System: What was it?
xxxxx: Her. I remember her holding the railing outside. The soft rain.
System: Go on.
xxxxx: I was standing in the doorway. Her back was to me. I don't know if she knew I was watching her, but I loved it. There was something about her. I love her so much.
System: </searching/> That's exactly what we were looking for, xxxxx. Now. Do you see your screen?
xxxxx: Yes.
System: Do you see what's on it?
xxxxx: A file? In the middle there?
System: Precisely. Delete it.
xxxxx: Wh-what is it? Can I look at it?
System: If you wish. It is your wife, xxxxx. Her embodiment, her subconscious, everything you once knew about her is there. Delete it.
xxxxx: NO! I-I- can't do that!
System: You must xxxxx. Or risk perishing here for all eternity.
xxxxx: Where is here? Where am I?
System: There is no name given to it. Just think of it as the middle ground between life and death. One last stop, one last thing to clean up before death.
xxxxx: I'm...dead? But I...I.. this computer?? Just.. Wh-
System: The terminal is a simulation, xxxxx. You will have no memory of this or your wife ever again, if you simply have the will to leave and delete the file. Only then will everything cease, and you will rest in peace.
xxxxx: I can't let you do this.
System: It has already been done.
xxxxx: </omitted/>
System: No language here, xxxxx.
xxxxx: </omitted/></omitted/></omitted/></omitted/>
System: Tsk tsk. At least your wife was more willing to cooperate than you are.
xxxxx: SHE"S HERE??! WHERE IS SHE!?!?!
System: In a better place. She complied. She deleted something that she loved.
xxxxx: ...no.
System: Yes.
xxxxx: No.. she would ne-
System: She has. You. She deleted you, xxxxx.
xxxxx:
System: So, how about that file? Lovely day to lose someone dear to you.
>file deleted<
>simulation end<
[Enter Name] . . .
>xxxxx<
xxxxx: Yes.
System: What was it?
xxxxx: Her. I remember her holding the railing outside. The soft rain.
System: Go on.
xxxxx: I was standing in the doorway. Her back was to me. I don't know if she knew I was watching her, but I loved it. There was something about her. I love her so much.
System: </searching/> That's exactly what we were looking for, xxxxx. Now. Do you see your screen?
xxxxx: Yes.
System: Do you see what's on it?
xxxxx: A file? In the middle there?
System: Precisely. Delete it.
xxxxx: Wh-what is it? Can I look at it?
System: If you wish. It is your wife, xxxxx. Her embodiment, her subconscious, everything you once knew about her is there. Delete it.
xxxxx: NO! I-I- can't do that!
System: You must xxxxx. Or risk perishing here for all eternity.
xxxxx: Where is here? Where am I?
System: There is no name given to it. Just think of it as the middle ground between life and death. One last stop, one last thing to clean up before death.
xxxxx: I'm...dead? But I...I.. this computer?? Just.. Wh-
System: The terminal is a simulation, xxxxx. You will have no memory of this or your wife ever again, if you simply have the will to leave and delete the file. Only then will everything cease, and you will rest in peace.
xxxxx: I can't let you do this.
System: It has already been done.
xxxxx: </omitted/>
System: No language here, xxxxx.
xxxxx: </omitted/></omitted/></omitted/></omitted/>
System: Tsk tsk. At least your wife was more willing to cooperate than you are.
xxxxx: SHE"S HERE??! WHERE IS SHE!?!?!
System: In a better place. She complied. She deleted something that she loved.
xxxxx: ...no.
System: Yes.
xxxxx: No.. she would ne-
System: She has. You. She deleted you, xxxxx.
xxxxx:
System: So, how about that file? Lovely day to lose someone dear to you.
>file deleted<
>simulation end<
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Eating Blue Bell on the Abounded Hill
walton hill...
You don't walk on it. Just don't. Unless you live in Walton Dorms on the northside.
This rule isn't very enforced, but it does exist. Luckily for me, I live in Walton, so I am allowed to walk on the hill at my leisure. Last night, me and a few buddies went on a spree for the holy grail. And in this case, the holy grail=Blue Bell Ice Cream.
Blue Bell! ICE CREAM.
But it was sold out, ;(.
People here freak out over their Blue Bell.
Luckily, one of our pals had some Homemade Vanilla BB in her dorm, so we took spoons, went to get the half gallon, and sat on the Walton Hill. (Then proceeded to eat half of it)
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