Poi

So I took up Poi the other day.  It’s pretty excellent, actually.  Originally it was a training method for men in the Maori tribes in New Zealand (for wrist strength and mobility, etc), which was adapted into a performance art for Maori women, and nowadays functions as it’s own sub-and-or-counter-culture in America and around the globe.  My poi are illuminated glow poi, so they’re awesome at night, and they won’t roast me when I hit myself with them.

Oh, yeah, did I mention that the most popular way of performing poi is

TO LIGHT THAT SHIT ON FIRE?

Yeah, baby.  Anyway, this is my repertoire so far, performed with my brand-spankin’-new glow poi (my birthday gift from my father).

Dear Will,

You’re right.

Dear Place of Employment

It’s your own damn fault.  If you would hire more people and not be retarded, then things like this would not happen.  So I am not sorry.  And, I hate you.

Things that have changed since my 19th birthday:

I’m now a NINETEEN year old cynic, instead of an 18 year old one.

I hate life even more.

Life sucks even more.

More shit has gone wrong.

I’m more lonely than ever.

I’m angrier at more people than in a while.

I’m still a whiny bitch, though.

Dear Courtney or, the cute waitress at the Irish Pub:

Good job being handsy with Mark Scherschel.  Step it up a notch next time, though, and get you some of that.  Also, calling Emma “honey” was unnecessary, as you are probably a grand total of 4 years older than her.  It just doesn’t work.  Anyway, good job doing your job.  And Scherschel.  Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Sincerely,

Josh

P.S. Your pub was pretty awesome.  The couch and live Irish music, plus actual Irish food, made for a delicious meal and fine dining experience.

Dear Indiana Division:

Fuck you.  For much the same reasons as the USACFC gets a fuck you.

Con mucho loathing,

Josh

Dear USACFC:

Fuck you.

Josh

Dear Life:

I quit you.  Seriously.  I’m pretty sure I failed at everything I did today.  So…we’re done.  Completely.  But give bonus points to Tiago Forin for giving good advice and knowing when to correct me, and to Mark Brandyberry for being a gentleman and a suave character wherever he goes.  Thanks.

Josh

iPhone

Thinking about purchasing an iPhone 3G S.  Thoughts?  It would involve paying for my own phone line, which might not be the worst thing in the world, but it could be expensive.  Dunno if I could afford that monthly bill.  Hmm…

Where has all the rosemary gone?

Sometimes I wonder if the world is out of magic, or if I am.

I’m an 18 year old cynic. when did that happen?