Im A 21 Year Old Guy With One More Semester Of College Left. If There Was A Textbook Of Nice Slightly

I’m a 21 year old guy with one more semester of college left. If there was a textbook of “nice slightly geeky guy,” it’d have my picture there. I’m not fat, I’m not pimply, but I’m not cut or super-hot either… just a slightly above-average looking guy who knows how to treat a girl.

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I hate performance reviews. Hate them. The day before I left my last job, I guzzled down some wine while putting my performance reviews through the paper shredder. It was about 1pm. Everyone else was still working quite hard.

Damn it felt awesome.

Anyways, click on the link to read why the NY Times thinks performance reviews suck too

Sure, he may have tried to destroy the planet and enslave the human race on Transformers 3: Dark Side of the Moon. But according to Transformers 1, his sleeping robotic body allowed scientists to create a multitude of appliances, like microwaves and cell phones.

Holy shit! I fucking love microwaves and cell phones!

Whenever I drunkenly heat up a frozen pie in a microwave or send a dirty picture from my cell phone, I thank Megatron for making it possible.

THANK YOU MEGATRON!

This is a picture of the Auckland Skytower. It's an 'icon' of Auckland City. I took it last month while crossing the road. Normally it's lit up in blue, but for a few weeks it was wearing red and black to show solidarity with Christchurch in the aftermath of the Canterbury Earthquake.

I'm showing this picture for 2 reasons:

It's a really good picture! I took that while crossing the road late at night, one arm up in the air, hoping for the best. Damn right I'm stoked.

It was during this night, while walking around broke and alone in this new-ish city where I didn't have a job, home or friends that I realised how happy I was. 

It feels so damn good to be free again and start a new adventure. 

As the generational divide deepens, it makes sense for the older generations to stake their claim now, while they have the power of the state on their side. Aside from handing out more than 10,000 Asbos (Antisocial Behaviour Orders, a cross between a human parking ticket and the sort of condemned notice you sometimes see on the walls of derelict buildings), the petty misanthropy that bans hoodie-wearing teenagers from shopping malls, forces parenting classes on failing single mums, and allows 79 percent of police forces to impose curfews on children, comes easily to a nation that thought up the idea that its young should be seen and not heard. But never before have we put them under this degree of surveillance while simultaneously turning a blind eye to our adult responsibilities. Satellites track their phones, marketeers groom them on cyberspace, police add the DNA from 600 innocent children a week to a 50,000-sample database, while libraries fingerprint them to borrow books – all linked by rafts of new childhood databases joining the dots. In an age of hyper-individualism we are recoiling from the very children we have created. Monitoring is not enough, we must be protected from them.

On the way to work this morning, I happened to be walking behind a guy who was doing that thing were you start singing along to whatever song you're listening to through your headphones.

He was listening to 'All I Wanna Do' by Heart (conveniently posted above in youtube form). Brother was really going for it too. I wouldn't have been surprised if his eyes were closed as he belted out the chorus.

I don't blame him. It's a great 80's song with a great 80's video. They don't make 'em like they used to, kids.