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Name: Mikebert
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Frisco
Gender: Male
Interests: Living, New York City, my jewish afro, philosophy, economics (Austrian), LF capitalism, politics, tax havens, space, music written after 1819, trains (particularly locomotives), Thomas The [freak'n] Tank Engine, bagels, Café du Monde, Zeppelins (not led, even though they're cool), Spaceships, Sam's Club, European ice cream, talk radio, Hoboken, Rachmaninov, Tchaikovsky, Glinka, Shostakovich, Stravinsky, Chopin, Dvorak, Smetana, Bartok, Prokofiev, TCM, pepsi, people with the same interests and expertise (you'll have to try really hard)
Expertise: music theory and composition,
Trombonism, humor, rationallity, weird voices, speaking English, chewing with my mouth closed, being fancy and downright awesome, impeccable taste, reading, saving money,
sneaking around, writing,
learning languages, the "If I was a rich man" song from Fiddler On The Roof,
freestyle rapping (Oh yeah, you know it!)
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Manufacturing
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AIM:  Mikebert11
MSN: mikebert44@hotmail.com
Member Since:
10/5/2004
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| I don't really know what to think after last night's landslide win for Barack Obama. I voted for Bob Barr.
I go to a very pro McCain school. I see hundreds of people everyday with "BTHO Obama" (beat the hell outta Obama). I can't wait to see how the people react. There are "Texas secede" facebook groups. It's just a bunch of funny shit.
I'm looking forward to where our president elect is going to take this country. | | |
| This last weekend was pretty fun. My dad came for the Texas Tech game on Saturday. He took me and Analisa to the grocery store and we bought a bunch of beer, went back to the dorm and we all just started partying. We were all wasted by midnight. Really a cliche college weekend just my dad was there and participating in full force.
I got to bed early on Saturday night in preparation for another long day out at bonfire cut. I got up at six thirty and woke up my dad who was going to join us out in the woods. We pulled a crew of 17 other guys from the dorm and made the drive out there. My dad just sat in his folding chair and watched us cut down trees. I think he had a good time. He ended up leaving a little bit before lunch break to get back to Houston. I really enjoyed having him out there with us. One thing did kind of annoy me and that was his nagging me and several other guys about smoking. I understand that he doesn't want to see me with lung cancer or something but seriously the only time I smoke out in the woods is to get out of doing something dumb like clearing brush.
We had a delicious lunch comprised of ham and cheese sandwiches and most of us napped, myself included. Little did we all know that several old Moore guys (seniors or grad students who used to live in the dorm) started cutting down an enormous tree while we slept. After being asleep for about an hour I woke up to some random yelling, got up and saw this tree about four stories tall and too big for two people to reach around. Most of us thought it was fucking hilarious. The old Moore guys were very proud, but our crew chiefs knew we were in deep shit. We are supposed to cut trees about the diameter of a large coffee can. When the tree started falling it split up the trunk vertically and it made an incredibly loud cracking noise; it moaned as it fell and shook the ground.
For this little stunt Moore hall was kicked out of the woods. I have no idea what's going to happen to us. We'll probably get punished by doing unload next weekend. If they want they can kick us out for the rest of cut and stack.
TL;DR a great weekend | | |
| Tonight I sat down with several friends and watched the debate.
That lasted about four minutes; we all had our fill of political horse crap. We watched it on CNN and the whole time there was a little running positive/negative response reader at the bottom of the screen for the uncommitted voters of Ohio. It was very distracting and very unnecessary.
We set up a hooka in the room next door, wrapped the smoke detector with a towel and preceded. I tasted something other than mango in that sheesha.
Now I find myself watching a tv show on the science channel about locust brains. very cool stuff.
I saw this in the LA times and thought it worthy of copy/pasting:
"Dear American:
I need to ask you to support an urgent secret business relationship with a transfer of funds of great magnitude.
I am Ministry of the Treasury of the Republic of America. My country has had crisis that has caused the need for large transfer of funds of 800 billion dollars US. If you would assist me in this transfer, it would be most profitable to you.
I am working with Mr. Phil Gram, lobbyist for UBS, who will be my replacement as Ministry of the Treasury in January. As a Senator, you may know him as the leader of the American banking deregulation movement in the 1990s. This transaction is 100% safe.
This is a matter of great urgency. We need a blank check. We need the funds as quickly as possible. We cannot directly transfer these funds in the names of our close friends because we are constantly under surveillance. My family lawyer advised me that I should look for a reliable and trustworthy person who will act as a next of kin so the funds can be transferred.
Please reply with all of your bank account, IRA and college fund account numbers and those of your children and grandchildren to wallstreetbailout@treasury.gov so that we may transfer your commission for this transaction. After I receive that information, I will respond with detailed information about safeguards that will be used to protect the funds.
Yours Faithfully Minister of Treasury
Henry Paulson"
I feel like this kid right now:
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| Today was fairly uneventful. I went to my intermediate micro-economic theory class at 8:35. I managed to get a cup of coffee and a sausage biscuit, which was nice. I got back to my room and as usual my roommate is frantically shuffling through his yugioh cards even though he doesn't have class until 12:40. I smile and nod. My money and banking class is a joke. My professor seems like a really smart dude, but one who has fallen victim to the easy of powerpoint lecturing. Five minutes of talking then five minutes of silence as everyone scrambles to copy everything off of the screen... even though it is already available over the internet.
I think I have a sinus infection or something. I'm going to bed.
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| I really don't know if any of the people who used to read my xanga are still around, but I feel like blogging anyway. That's why I started this in the first place; for me.
I guess I'll start kind of where I left off; my freshman year of college. I attended Hardin-Simmons university in Abilene, Texas. It's a private baptist school. I know this doesn't seem right for me to go there, but it was the only school in Texas I applied to and it was the only school to offer any kind of financial aid... it also had a free application. I went there for a year. I started smoking cigarettes and I smoked weed for the first time there. Literally everything I did there was ironic in some way; everything was hilarious. I met some really great people that I will never forget and I met a lot of people that I have already forgot. Aside from some of my friends, one of the things I miss most about HSU and Abilene was that it was in West Texas. We're talking prairies and mesa's and dry wind. The land was just beautiful.
This last summer my girlfriend of three years, Analisa and I went up to my grandparents in New York for six weeks, where we washed dishes at my uncle's restaurant. It was a blast!
I am currently a student at Texas A&M University and part of the fight'n Texas Aggie class of 2011! AAAAA! I am studying economics and I love it. I'm also a part of the Moore Hall Aggie student bonfire crew.
I was lucky enough to not get a roommate my freshman year, so of course this year I really hit the jackpot with a really bizarre dude. He never leaves the room and plays yugioh cards over skype 24/7. His authentic Chinese diet also makes my room smell like shit. So far, though, I have met a lot of really cool people and I foresee the next couple of semesters to be truly excellent.
This is me cutting down a tree at Bonfire:
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