Thursday, April 29, 2010

AETP - Animals for the Ethical Treatment of People

I'm going to start my own organization like PETA, but for the people, BY THE PEOPLE!!! (slams fist down). It's about unethical treatment to humans by animals, like being stung by a jellyfish, a bear clawing a hippie-PETA camper, and even the little things like insect bites from asshole mosquitoes.

PETA's a non-profit organization, fuck that! Mine will be a profit organization (cha-ching!). How many times have you feared for your life on a peaceful hike only to be interrupted by a hissing snake or some animal with sharp fangs? You think to yourself, "Man, I don't need this shit, I got fat to burn, skylines to see, and a steak dinner waiting for me at home! Leave me alone scary animal!".

I'm not asking for $20, $10, or even a $1, but with $100, you can help animals from being cruel to you.

C.E.tothemuthaf-ingO. of AETP
Mustafa Sayed

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Nightmares on my Back Street

I have nightmares every now and then, like once a month, but I realized that each one has something in common. Every time I wake up, I'm sleeping on my back!!! (DUN DUN DUNNNNN!!!). Now these nightmares aren't the ones where I forgot I was taking a class and missed 3/4 of the semester or that my teeth have fallen out, these nightmares are fucking HORRIFYING!!! The number one thing that make them so terrifying is that they feel 100% real. They were so bad that I was afraid to fall back asleep again thinking I'm going to continue these scary ass dreams. One time I woke up with my heart pounding out of my chest and I couldn't go back to sleep for hours.

I went online and found out that I'm not the only one who has nightmares when they sleep on their back. In most of these bad dreams, I'm physically paralyzed and that is a horrible, horrible, suffocating feeling that no one should ever experience.

A few nights ago, I woke up from a normal dream, but I was sleeping on my back and I immediately thought "Oh shit, gotta flip now!".

Gonna go to sleep now...on my stomach fo'sho!

Monday, April 19, 2010


I was playing volleyball earlier and when I sprung up to hit the ball, I landed on my right big toe like a ballerina throwing her career away. Instead of the toe bending outward so the heel can follow, my toe bent inward, I fell into the fetal position, and let out a huge "FUCK!". I went home and iced it and it's already feeling better, but I gotta take it easy now :(

Sunday, April 18, 2010

7 Days of Moustache Adventures

I always wanted to try out the mustache look but I was always hesitant, so I came up with the idea to take a vote on facebook. I wrote a status update saying, "if I get 30 'like's, I'll leave a mustache for a week", so if my mustache looks bad on me, the people are responsible for it, not me (muhahaha, twirls mustache in a very evil way). So as soon as I posted the status update, I had 5 "like"s in a minute and that's when I knew that I was in trouble. By the end up the day I had an overkill of 38 "like"s.

I'll admit, the attention was nice and I was excited to go through with it, but I had to wait a week for my facial hair to grow. When the day finally came, I shaved my beard and left the mustache. I was actually really digging the look, especially when I went to the shooting range. Holding a gun, sporting the v-neck, and borrowing my brother's aviator glasses felt so right. Then I went to the beach the following day and I felt like a dirty perverted pedophile. As the days went by, I was more and more embarrassed about the mustache and couldn't wait to finally shave it off.

Day 1 - Don't mess!
Day 2 - Hey there kids!
Day 3 - ¿Cómo estás?
Day 4 - His mustache is better kept =/
Day 5 - My Name is Earl
Day 6 - Feeling like a dirty guy again
Day 7 - Last day! Fackayouuuuu mustache!

Friday in Love

I thought this image (under the video) was fun and cute to look at while listening to the Cure's "Friday I'm In Love". Of course I'm starting to forget what all those feelings feel like, but it's nice to know some people are crazy in love.

Social Networking

After watching Julie and Julia, I was inspired to start blogging again, but this time, I don't want to make announcements via facebook or by having emails sent out every time I post a new blog. No one really knows I'm writing new blogs unless you happen to stumble upon it and I like that, mainly because it takes away the pressure to write. Earlier though, I saw that I had one new Google Buzz update and I clicked to check it, only to find out that it's posting my new blog entries, frack! (fixed)

I'm planning on becoming more active on twitter, updating my random and funny (or at least I think they are) thoughts. I'm just waiting for the twitter application on facebook to start working so my "tweets" go straight to facebook.

Anyways, this is all really only a fraction of my day, but it's like having a public diary (minus the cute book cover).

bye y'all!

Saturday, April 17, 2010


My metabolism is off the hook! As soon as I finish eating, I poop, it's crazy! It makes me think though, if I go out and pay for food, did I just pay to poop?

"I'll take a number 2, please"
"That'll be $6.50 for a number 2".

My dad made this dessert last night that consisted of half a bowl of chopped up strawberries, a scoop of yogurt, and with honey glazed all over it. At first I was like, "I don't knowwwwwww", but when I tried it I was like "Daaaaaaaamn, this is awesome!". The honey really made everything tastier, especially mixed in with the yogurt.

I've been coming up with my own food creations lately (in my head) and can't wait to learn more about cooking. I want to be the cool dad that serves up his kids tasty and healthy food.


It's weird to me that everyone has their own visual perspective and not mine. I'll stare at a stranger and try to see what they're seeing as if it were my own eyes, wonder what happened earlier in their day, and what is going to happen at the end of it, because every person out there is the most important person in their life.

It is also weird that so many people aren't existing that could have existed. I could say that I wouldn't be here if my parents never met, which means, so many people aren't existing because certain people aren't meeting.

If everyone had a better understanding and appreciation for life, their own and others, the world would be a better place.