a day in the life of fahn_patrick

Today, I woke up to hear my little sister screaming her head off. I guess she was super-excited, because it was Friday and she was having a sleep-over that night. Super-glad that I wasn't going to be around.

I went downstairs and my sister was riding the damn cat. Took me like seven minutes to explain that she isn't supposed to be sitting on the household pets. Went into the kitchen and helped dad make everyone breakfast. Ate, cleaned up and then got ready for class. My first class on Fridays was at 11am (haha lol I like to sleep in :P)
Picked up my boy Chad (we're in the same frat) on the way to class. He had Bowling (PE213) at the same time I had Math 111 (hope I pass this quarter haha lol). We stopped at the 7/11 to grab some fucking Red Bulls.

When we walked out of the store this wannabe gangsta kid started talkin' shit (fuckin dumass).
I told him that he better back the fuck up or I would mash him. He quickly realized the smart move was to run away at warp-2.

I found out that my girl was having a party that night, so after my shift at Spencer's Gifts I cruised over there. Sniffed some Tylenol and pounded 400 Coors Lights.

My Girl (red skirt) and her friends.

After the party I pretty much blacked out. I was told that I got in a fight with an entire city and kicked all the ass.

I got drunk

and destroyed my keyboard.
I'm glad I have a couple spare keyboards.

I need your help.

I need to feel your manly arms around me.
Your eyes show the love you have.
Please help me.
Eruption.

L4D Haiku Series - 4th Installment

They are not zombies
They are just the infected
Bringing the br00t mosh

Ethics of Testosteroni Time

I go to school here, at scripps college. It is a prestigious journalism school.

Some times, I take classes there. To learn things. This year I took one class. It was called media ethics. This is my classroom.

In this class we learn about things that are ethical. Sometimes my professor shows us things that are not ethical. It is so we can work in the mediums. It is for super smart seniors like me.

These are ethics. We have ethics out of the ass.

Today in class, there was a girl who sits with her fiance. She must read. Apparently today she read something that she did not like. Without prompt, she decided to tell to the class how unhappy she was with the articles ethics. Or its unethics rather.

She was squawking like a bird does.


She did not know the femail journalist who wrote the article was sitting right behind her until everyone laughed at her.

She explained she was just doing news, like this:



The first girl, squawky mouth, was embarassed. She tried to hide this by talking and talking more.

The journalists grew tired of her.

One journalist was brave and stood up for the rest of the journalists.

He told bird face to be quiet and write a letter. He said stop picking on journalists

This is him.

Crow mouth's fiance was not happy about this. He is kind of brown like galactus, only I don't think this guy has blown anything up lately, so they let him stay in the country.


He was so cool and tough that he probably has tribal armbands.


In retrospekt, he was so cool and tough that he probably wasn't brown like galactus. He probably has a tanning bed. All republicans have tanning beds.


He told the brave journalist to shut up. Then the brave journalist said he wasn't talking to him. Then the flying animals fiance said he should watch his mouth. Then the brave journalist said "I'm right here, buddy."

Things got ugly really fast.


Geez guys, in a class for studying ethics, these guys don't know the ethicals.


Why can't smart college kids just all get along?

A Week In The Life Of Ese_Dan.

This past week was my last week of college. I decided to take a bunch of pictures with my cellphone. I hope you enjoy my amateur photojournalism experiment. I hope I made dad proud.


Sitting outside of the Cox science building.


It was a nice day.


My palm trees, let me show you them.


I hope you are jealous of my campus.


This is the back of the physics building. If you look into one of those windows as you walk by, there is a machine with a yellow box on top that says "WARNING RADIOACTIVE!" I've always wondered what they did in there.


Let me show you some more of my palm trees. I could show you so many palm trees your face would explode.


College sports are better than professional sports.


This is Dr. Searcy talking about something I don't care about (cognitive ethnology). He does like birds though.


Last college class ever.


Got pulled over by the FHP for going 120 in my suped up oscilloscope.


Auditory Brainstem Recording.


Zebrafish, Danio rerio, are a common and useful model organism for studies of vertebrate development and gene function.


I'm doing science because I'm still alive.


Here is a picture of the inside of my ass.


I need a bigger desk.


This is a mango tree in my grandparent's back yard. Rob_Mcfeters loves mangoes.


This is a pineapple in my grandparent's front yard. Nader loves pineapples because he is Samoan.


There are many funny pictures inside my grandparent's house. This is one of them.


That is part of downtown Miami. It is also the very beginning of I-95.


This is a barbeque place called Shorty's. It burnt down once. It has been there forever and they make really good spare ribs. You should go sometime.


I was reading by the neighborhood pool yesterday around 6 pm and I looked up and saw the moon. I have always thought it was really cool when you can see the moon during daytime. Also, we never went to the moon.


Downtown Miami as seen from the MacArthur Causeway. I was on my way to


My favorite beach.


They charge five dollars to get into this beach. It is worth it in my opinion because it is secluded and there are palm trees all over the beach. Notice how I am the only one there.


You are jealous of my beach.


I brought no food with me, yet the birds would not leave me alone. I am a bird.


I put on for my city.

a day in the life of galactus

As soon as I woke up, I had the overwhelming urge to find a one-legged black man and beat the shit out of him. It's because I'm a hero. Seriously. I know you are impressed.

So after I made the perpetrator regret his crime, I loaded up some Blink182 on the first generation iPod and headed to class.

Got a call on my way there, from my homeboy Sammy C. Proceed directly to casa de Sammy to pick him up (his car broke down, lol).




Sammy C was waiting for me, when I got to his house. For some reason he was tearing down the fence in his front yard. He bitch-slapped me when I asked him what he was doing. Then he hopped on the pegs of my bicycle and we headed to the campus. I dropped Sammy C off at the dorm for the exchange students. He said he needed to get some coffee from a Brazilian dude.

Professor made me mad az fuk!

Met up with my girl after classes and we shared a soda. I luv u baby girl!

We decided that we were going to take a weekend vacation to Dollywood. Super excited. Since my girl deserves only the best, I figured I needed to get my plane cleaned up.

Dudes at the car wash were pissed.