Oh, you live here? $.50 please

Hello readers! I want to tell you a story. Over the gorgeous weekend, me and this lucky gal ;-) went over to Canada just for kicks. I parked my car on the American side because I didn't want to get my car deported, denied, or searched. We walked across the Rainbow Bridge, pausing for a second to jump back and forth between the boundary line (tradition my friends), and stepped into the customs room. While walking across the bridge, Ashley let me know that she had her prescription pain medication on her; she forgot to leave it in the car. So we were running the risk of Canada thinking we were drug traffickers(something I avoided by leaving my car in America...waaadduppp). So we walked into the building, I handed the man my passport, he looked at the picture and glanced at me. "Where are you going today," he said. "Just staying here in Ontario, sight seeing," I said with boasting confidence. After that 25 seconds, he let me pass and onto Canada we were. I need to take this time to tell you my tradition. I've been doing it since I could remember. Every time I enter Canada, I sing the Canadian National Anthem even if there are a million people around me. Don't ask me why, I just always do it. (I guess it would be a little funnier if I sang the American National Anthem in Canada...hmm something to ponder over some Ice Hockey and a slice of PizzaPizza, all washed down with a shot of Maple syrup)

After about 2 hours of wandering aimlessly throughout Clifton Hill, and me actually seriously pondering getting a tattoo :-O, we decided we should go back and walk around in our native country. I mean if we were to stay any longer, we might have ingested a lethal dose of SARS, so it was probably best if we left. On our way back we crossed over the bridge, I danced a few more times on the border line, and we walked into the American Customs building. We walked up to the ridiculously grumpy officer and handed him our passports. He scanned them, looked at us, and let us go without any question. All seemed to be fine; we had a fun day, we passed both Customs inspections and we were in America again.

But readers, I warn you, my day took a sick and twisted emotional 180. After passing through Customs, we walked into this tunnel-like room, and there sitting in the way of our homeland were 3 turnstiles. That is when it hit me like a piece of debris falling from the burning Twin Towers (ehhh...sorry...too soon?): It costs 50 cents to get back into the country I was born in! What the hell is wrong with that picture?! Mind you...America showed a bit of compassion. Even though the American quarter is worth sooooo much more than the Canadian quarter, the turnstiles gave you the option of using either currency for "Our convenience". But never the less, we were forced to put in $.50 per person to get back into our country. Only in America, right Mr. Benedetti?

All of this begs one question....What if you had no quarters on you? Ahh, America thinks of everything; The machine next to the turnstiles provided the opportunity to put in a $1, or $5 bill for quarters, but it wouldn't allow for anything more than $5. So what if I only had a $20 bill on me with no change at all in my pocket? Would I not be allowed back into the country? Would I have to sit in that 6x12 room until someone was kind enough to pay my way in?(yeah, nevermind, America Doesn't think of everything). I checked, and the door you walked through to get into that jail cell of a room locks right behind you. Although, if it didn't, I'm sure one of those really nice, outgoing, and generous customs officers would be more than happy to loan you $.50 of their "hard earned" money.

Good day my faithful readers. There will be a video of the week Tomorrow instead of tonight.

Are friends really friends?

Hello Readers! It seems as though a blog about friends is in order. Let me ask you a question (please read the question and then answer it aloud as if your computer screen were me). Have you ever been used? Come on... answer truthfully. My answer is yes. I feel like some of my friends have used me for years and if they wern't using me, they were taking advantage of me or making me look bad for being myself. It's weird when I think back to my years in high school and I can only think of a few people who have been 100% true to me. So far these people have been Jessica Boyd, Miranda Benthin, Ashey Morgan and Abby Ovies. What is irritating about this, is the fact that the guys( or who I like to call "my bois" :-p) who I associate myself with haven't been at all loyal. **NOTE**For the rest of my blog, I will be making reference to "my friends," but in doing this I am only making reference to the male friends in my life, not the ones listed above. **END NOTE**

It is said that "A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." Why is it that looking back to my "true friends" I can only think of Erik Wheling being the one who actually stands for that?(I remind you that i'm only referring to my male friends) It is pathetic that some of the people who you consider your best friend never defend you and never take your side on things. Whether it's being used for a ride, being played about a future college roommate, or even being talked about behind "a friend's" back, it has happened to me over the last 3 years. What is majorly frustrating is the fact that I offer myself to who ever needs a friend. I give rides, and I go out of my way to make sure people around me are happy and not inconvenienced. I don't mean to twist my own nipple or anything, but I honestly consider myself a loyal and true friend.

I guess what i am getting at is, David Gray is fed up with his mediocre friendships. David Gray is sick of being taken advantage of, being used, and never getting the respect that he deserves. This is only the 2nd blog that I have gone off on a tangent about personal opinions. I am sorry for this. I planned on blogging about something else, but this is just something that cannot leave my mind. I wish I could say something to make this blog a little less boring but hey, like the title of my blog says... This is Dave's thoughts exactly, and when it comes down to it, I will say exactly what I want.

Goodnight my faithful readers. Tomorrow will be a better day my friends.

Video of the week

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Seniorica's UNITE!

Hello readers! I never thought I would get the feeling that I'm coasting through life. Coasting is what my senior year has been for me. I have 3 classes: AP Music theory, economics, and public speaking. The other 6 periods are gym(only 3 days), band, chorus and study halls. Now, please don't get me wrong, I am not even close to complaining. This year has given me time to do things I never thought I'd do, like start a BLOG, and write 3 best selling novels. The reason why I brought this up was because as I was standing at work (making a large meatlovers pizza), I thought about how maybe this year off will bite me in the ass next year. Think about it: no math, and science for an entire year after doing those two subjects for the last 12 years of my life. Next year, my brain will be boggled with 8 classes of homework after a whole year of one assignment per week. However, I can't get over senioritis because it is a disease that has plagued my entire brain.

I really think that Senioritis is an actual disease. After 11 years of doing nonstop school work, your body naturally will need a break. I know my body did. In fact, my case of senioritis started when I was a junior and hasn't given me a break since. I have no doubts that my classmates feel the same way. Courtney "Every-other day" Santoro has senioritis so bad, that she is forced to stay home sick every few days because of the severity of her case. Yes, readers, this is a serious pandemic (or is it epidemic?) that will plague America's High school seniors for years to come, until we do something drastic to keep our young minds active.

To combat this problem, I hired a team of world renowned scientists, psychologists, hypochondriacs, and nuclear physicists to come up with a solution to this growing problem. We call ourselves, "The Seniorica's." 17 grueling months and $4.5 million later, The Seniorica's came up with a solution that we know will put an end to this madness. The answer is simple: After successfully completing the 11th grade, students will receive $250 and be allowed to take a full year off of school. This year will be used to relax, and that money should be put towards entertainment, or food. We think this is the only way to go because of 2 reasons.
1) A year off will allow for relaxing with no harm to the person. This is because, after the year is over, the student still has a year left of high school (senior year.. which we know is easy anyways), and the senior year will re-stimulate the mind JUST in time for college. It will be a "second wind" if you will.
2) The $250 will stimulate the economy. Enough said

Goodnight my faithful readers.

Video of the week

It's sunday(just barely)! Time for the video of the week!
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Fee's and bumble bees?

Hello Readers! You know what really grinds my gears? Stupid idiotic fee's. I got a letter in the mail informing me that I bounced a check. Now, I am a reasonable guy and I could have admitted the mistake and payed the fee with no problem, but do you want to know how much money I was short? $1.25. Yeeeeeah... not cool

If you have been reading all of my blogs frequently, then what I am about to say will make you laugh at my expense. Remember how that day I won $57 at Batavia Downs? To refresh your memory, let me remind you that I had to take an extra $20 from the ATM that day because I am totally not a gambling addict. What sucks big transvestite dick, is the fact that even before I slid my card through the ATM, I thought about how much I had in my bank, and I figured out that if I take out $20, then I will still have $1.75 in my bank account. **let me take this time to tell you that I am very very very aware of every penny that is in my bank. This is mostly because one of my biggest fears is sliding my card at a check out line, and it saying "DENIED"** Anyways, I knew I had some clearance to work with and I still had $260 I was going to deposit on Monday morning, so I took the 20 out without even flinching. What i didn't realize was that the ATM charged my bank account 3 GOD DAMNED DOLLARS to use it! I didn't even know service fee's existed because I hardly use the ATM machines!

I know you would like to think that when I went to the bank and talked to them, they accepted my apology and lifted the fee.... but of course that wasn't the case. I have a $26.25 fee owed to the lovely Medina savings and loan, and of course I will pay it because if I didn't, I would go to jail. So yes, this blog is beginning to be a big book because everything is connecting! It's almost funny how small weird things that happen throughout your day may affect you larger than you'd expect. Thats life I suppose.

Goodnight my faithful readers

5% sure isn't 100%

Hello readers! No big intro today; I'm getting right to the serious business that needs to be addressed. This serious business is: 5% fruit juice. This sincerely irritates me. I mean how can a company like tropicana advertise a huge bushel of oranges when in itty bitty lettering in the corner it says "Contains 5% real fruit juice." I guess I don't fully understand that whole "made from concentrate" thing. To me, if it tastes like orange juice, I want it to actually be orange juice.

Let me put it to you this way: When you bite into a nice juicy NY strip steak, you know for a fact that the piece of hearty medium rare flesh has been slaughtered from a once living cow. What the pacaging read like this:

Yeah you would be pissed! What I'm trying to say is that companies can litter their product with all the positive advertisements they want, they can put the best looking pictures on their label. They can even try to make it seem enjoyable by putting a "!" after something that if you really sit back and think about, you would not think was a "!". But when it comes down to it, we skinny people need to stop buying these drinks. Do it for the fat people! Think about it: we*(skinnies) can guzzle down this with no problem. They*(fatties) take 4 sips and they grow some more love handles. So we(again, skinnies) should stop buying the stuff so that the companies will only be able to afford to market 100% fruit juice which may make 'them' become 'us'. So I guess my rant on 5% fruit juice has a double meaning.

In other news... busy weekend for me. I have Friday off which is nice, but Saturday I'm going to guard championships, and Sunday I have Drumline championships. woooo! busy busy.

Goodnight my faithful readers


*Note that if you are a fattie, you can switch "we" and "they"