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Collegeboard and Soccer.com sent me emails regarding this incident.

Epsilon is a company that provides email service for hundreds or thousands of different companies. This also means this company has access to millions of email addresses! Anyways there have been reports in the news that there has been an intrusion in their email system and that personal information has been retrieved by unknown sources. Well according to Epsilon the only information stolen were the actual email addresses. You know what this means! SPAM, SPAM, and MORE SPAM!!!!!!!!!!!SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

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Proud Parent of Honor Roll student at such and such school.

Outstanding Student at blah blah school.

We’ve all heard and seen these phrases before on the bumpers of minivans, sedans, and SUVs. I’m talking about academic bumper stickers. My mom has placed them on her SUV ever since I was little and they’re still there. Now as the proud owner of the same vehicle I have chosen to have them remain there until the rubber of the bumper is burned in a fire caused by arson or by other means. Anyways, my point is that I’m proud to show and advertise the schools that I have attended. There is a Rockview, Newport Mill, Albert Einstein, and University of Maryland sticker that serve as my Xterra’s tramp stamp. Now the big question is: what school is next? Will there be another bumper sticker? Will the Xterra survive the next few years so that I could proudly display the banner of my graduate school? Let me wait and see.

In my childhood I was always praised for my knack for design. Whether it be a block structure, Lego castle, or a painting it was evident that I had chosen my profession at an early age. I remember when my elementary school art teacher mentioned that I should become an architect. From that day on that became my goal, my future, and my false destiny. As a child it was natural for me to dream about other jobs and careers. I wanted to be a police officer, a firefighter, a paleontologist, and even President of the United States. It would be a decade later when I dreamed of becoming President again. But nevertheless the thought of becoming an architect never left my mind.

Elementary school finished and I entered middle school with the same intention of designing dream homes and skyscrapers that rise high above the clouds. I continued to take art classes and even attempted to make a scale model of the Petronas Towers but I failed miserably. I couldn’t concentrate and I didn’t have a well thought out plan to complete the largest wood model I have ever attempted. At that point I lost a bit of interest in scale models and in Art in general because I wasn’t challenged enough in my middle school art courses. So I figured I should apply to the Visual Art Center at Einstein so that I could get that challenge and make myself a better artist. I went for an interview and wasn’t prepared for it. They asked for Mona Lisas but all I had to offer were drawings that any parent would put on their refrigerator. I made a fool of myself but I wasn’t giving up on Art just yet. Despite the setback I still intended on becoming an architect one day. I took Art classes all four years of high school to keep my interest alive but it died a swift death half way through senior year; it also took my dream with it to an unmarked grave.

People have told me that there is plenty of time to make a decision. But in this day and age that is not the case. The world is up for grabs for the early birds; the ones that have mastered their pre-requisites. They are the ones that have taken full advantage of their high school resources and the advice from their mentors. The classes that I did not take advantage of were the pre-calc and calc courses. If I had the chance to go back in time and change one thing it would be able to take those courses in high school.

At Maryland I tried to convince myself to give architecture another shot. I knew that I had the skill; but I didn’t have the brains. The math requirements were my achille’s heal. I couldn’t even place into College Algebra and so I had to take fundamental math courses that were a blow to my pride. On top of that the architecture major is highly selective. Those spots are going to go to the people that have taking arch courses and completed the math and physics requirements in freshman year. I didn’t even come close to fulfilling any of that and in order to do so it would take me 3 semesters to complete those requirements because I didn’t have the high school pre-requisites. Why three semesters you ask? Because there are pre-reqs to the pre-reqs.

Let’s say I did fulfill those requirements and applied to the architecture school. The only trouble is that I would be a junior in classes designed for sophomore students. I don’t like the idea of being a year behind. I would like for things to be in order so that life can go as planned: the goal being that I get a bachelor’s degree when I’m twenty one. Graduating from college when I’m over twenty two is not an option for me. That is too much time to invest into something that I am not sure if I am going to succeed in. I went looking for that grave but I couldn’t find it. Call me a coward or a lazy punk with low self esteem but I’m done dreaming.  

Done dreaming. That’s an even worse obstacle to face. Let me put it this way: I am done with the ambition of becoming an architect. But what other path am I not done with?

On the morning of June 11th 2010 I was looking for the broadcast of the FIFA World Cup Inauguration Ceremony. Of course the American networks were not showing it because they have to show their Today Show, Good Morning America, and SportsCenter. The World Cup ceremony is one of the most spectacular events in the world that comes around every 4 years. Let me say that again, ONCE EVERY 4 YEARS. The American networks cannot even sacrifice some of their airtime. Let alone pay for their right to broadcast the events.

Fortunately, the only network that aired the event was Univision. Unfortunately, the only network that aired the event was Univision. The Spanish-speaking network were kind enough to air the event and also speak over the damn thing. If you are going to air the largest event in the world please do not cut to the commentators every 2 minutes just to hear them scream, “!Viva Mexico!”. I know its a hispanic network but please show some love to the South Africans. Networks, especially during the World Cup, should be impartial to whoever is playing. In reality most of the people that tuned in to Univison to watch the opening ceremony don’t give a shit about Mexico. Mexico is only one country in the hispanic speaking world and to hear the hosts of the show !Despierta America! cheering for Mexico is a huge insult to other hispanics. Mexico isn’t the only country; it isn’t the symbol and pride of hispanics. So why treat the opening game as if the whole hispanic world is cheering on the Mexicans?

It is fine to cut to the Mexican fans and see them cheer and scream every once in a while. But to have the commentators and hosts of the damn show doing it as well every second is ridiculous. Not only that no one wants to see them talk. We want to see the damn ceremony which is why we turned to that channel in the first place.

And what’s the deal with ESPN skipping out on the Ceremony with SportsCenter?! Who the hell watches that? People drinking at Bars watch it because the bartender lost the remote and people at home watch it because the batteries in their remote died.

If I were to ever meet American television producers and the Univision producers I would…no wait. If the producers were being held captive by terrorists and were to be beheaded if I did not pay their $1 ransom when I only had $1 left in my entire bank account, then I would casually walk over to the nearest McDonald’s and buy myself the couple of Apple pies because having two is better than one.

There couldn’t have been a better place to host the World Cup than the humble nation of South Africa. This event is what Africans have wanted and always needed. The tournament provides a boost in confidence and a boost in economic development. Have you seen the South African stadiums? They are some of the most advanced and beautiful looking stadiums I’ve ever seen. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the country will have to catch up with the development of the football arenas. Keep in mind the money the South Africans are getting from hosting the cup. Hopefully, the boost in tourism and ticket sales will provide enough revenue to finally see some improvements in the fight against poverty.

Every time I watch a foreign film I can’t help the fact that people are screaming all the time. I don’t know if it’s a cultural thing but everyone’s just yelling at one another like they’re tone deaf.

A few pals and I are in this prairie in the middle of nowhere. We are crouching quietly in the tall, golden grass hiding from a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The enormous prehistoric dinosaur was feasting on the carcass of an unlucky Gallimimus much like the scene from Jurassic Park. Anyway we were all armed with M16s, but I’m the fortunate one to have half a clip of ammo left. It turns out I was the leader of the squad and so I directed them towards the forest. We crawled past the beast and as we entered the woods we encountered other dinosaurs that appeared to be of the vegetarian kind. Since I was the dino ‘expert’ I figured the animals were gentle. But of course someone young and immature had to test my knowledge by provoking the plant eaters. This resulted in a stampede and attracted the T-Rex. We ran for our lives to avoid being chew toys. I then pulled an ‘Ian Malcolm” and distracted the Tyrannosaur by running away from the others. I headed for a ditch where I hid underneath a fallen tree trunk. It was my only protection from the king of carnivores but it proved too feeble to save my life. As the dinosaur’s jaws opened on me I blacked out.

No dream goes without interpretation. This dream symbolizes how I might sacrifice myself and take responsibility even when the odds are against me. Even though I had the least ammo of the squad I still managed to save the rest of my team.

If I were to ever become famous I would like to take pictures of the paparazzi just to annoy them so much that they quit their professions and commit suicide : ).

There’s more to this dream but this is all I wanted to share.

I stumbled upon the set of an adult film and started complementing the lead actress. I told her she had beautiful eyes and a wonderful smile. Somehow this really impressed her and told me that she too was also against ‘silent pornography’ (I have no idea what that means). The only way she could step out of the shower was if she was flattened to a smaller size. So when her body slowly compressed into the size of a frisbee was when I was able to get her out of the shower. I placed the frisbee on the ground and then she slowly morphed back into her normal self. She then told me that we should go to a restaurant tonight and then left because she was late for her next class. Apparently we were on a slight variation of the UMCP campus. So I walked out of the dorm and walked towards this bus stop with a curvy concrete bench. A few other individuals sat there and noticed that I was holding a plastic bag full of green plastic army men. They chuckled a bit and I felt a little embarrassed but I quickly got over it. The bus arrived and I got on.