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I Am Michael Phelps

We have never had pets in my family. Okay, technically that's not true. We've had fish, pretty much THE most boring pets anyone could ever have. I mean, all they ever do is swim around. You can't show them affection or anything. And to make my pet story already sadder than it is, we weren't even good at keeping fish. My brother won a goldfish at a carnival and it didn't even make it a week... Then, one year we actually got a fish tank and some real fish. We went to PetCo and everything. Which, by the way, is a sad trip when you get to see all the dogs and cats but you walk out with some boring fish instead. Anyway, I chose a little fish that was technically classified as a shark. Now, hearing the word shark invokes two separate reactions: one is of horror from my parents who thought a shark would be a terrible thing to put with other fish, and the other is of excitement from me of the thought of owning a fish. The guy at the store said that the shark would be fine ...
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Third (Favorite Show's) the Charm

In life, lots of things seem to come in trios. There are the three main sciences of physics, chemistry, and biology. There are the three main characters of Harry Potter : Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Three essentail ingredients of bacon, lettuce, and tomato to form the famous BLT. A minimum of three Kit-Kats eaten (this rule is impossible to break-I seriously challenge you to eat just one or two). Three courses of food: dessert, dessert, and dessert. Leslie Knope from Parks and Recreation  also makes a very interesting contribution to our rule of threes. #MyPrioritiesInclude three things, and three things only. pic.twitter.com/mUfmNBkKd8 — Parks and Recreation (@parksandrecnbc) February 6, 2018  Source: Parks and Recreation Twitter This is certainly a motto to live by! Waffles (dessert) and friend/family before work! And there's one more significant type of three that I haven't mentioned. It's the three great comedies of the past era. They are How I Met Your Mothe...

Please, Just Shhhhhhhhh

If I've learned anything at college, it's been to cherish my quiet time. I'm not really sure what goes on in the minds of the guys who live on my floor. I'm talking about the guys who literally just yell bloody murder in the middle of the night in the halls. Like, what? I don't get it. What am I missing? Is it some sort of ritual? Should I be concerned? Or, there will be thundering footsteps as people run across the halls. I'm pretty sure they carry bricks in their backpacks or something because I swear it sounds like a giant has entered the building. And worst, my roommate has an addiction to not using headphones despite my pleading. So I get to fall asleep to the peaceful lull of gunshots from his Xbox. So, yeah. Basically, I learned to cherish the silence. And I know there are people just like me who cherish silence. For example, when movies began to shift from silent films to movies with sound there was a guy who continued to create silent films. I can res...

PSA: Please Buy Properly Fitting Clothing

I definitely had a pretty good childhood, all things considered. I read a lot of books, I played a lot of dodgeball in gym, and I avoided by vegetables by feeding them to the trashcan when my parents weren't looking. The reason I said "pretty good" is because I lacked a dog to feed these vegetables to instead! I cannot ignore my parents' obstinance in getting a dog. I mean, I even wrote my 1st-grade persuasive essay on why we need a dog, and I'm sure it was super convincing with perfect grammar and nuanced arguments. They had a pretty good counterargument in that I am very allergic to dogs, but still. Regardless, my childhood was pretty good. And what made it really good was television and one show in particular. My childhood is defined by words like "weast" and "wumbo." It is filled with elementary kids asking if mayonnaise is an instrument and people shouting "CHOCOLATE!!!!" remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other plan...

Life Was Like a Box of Nonsense

When I was in 6th grade, I tried to eat mango Rita's Water Ice even though I'm allergic to mango. They ran out of every flavor before I got my turn, so Mango was the only thing left. Well, I wasn't about to just shuffle solemnly back to my table and watch everyone else eat their Rita's. Nope. I took that mango flavor and was fully prepared to eat it. Of course, though, my friend just had  to be the hero and steal it away from me. I don't know how often people get annoyed when you try to save them from having an allergic reaction, but I definitely was very annoyed! And even worse, he'll still bring this moment up today. I am being 100% honest that just this Spring Break he brought it up for like the 100th time and he said, "since I saved your life, you are indebted to be my friend forever." I wouldn't have eaten it if I knew these consequences. I since have learned to not just eat foods I'm allergic to now. But the hardest time to resist eat...

Challenge Accepted: Make Friends!

Some parents are really proud of their kids. Some parents might even say that they themselves learn from their kids as they are teaching their kids. For me, it's DEFINITELY not that case. Usually, my parents are groaning in the background of my life! For instance, once I accidentally smashed a hole in the wall because I just needed to catch that ball in the house. Another time I just took a whole gallon of milk from the fridge and put it on my parent's bed. Just a whole gallon. I literally cannot explain why I did this, but the reaction on my parent's faces was of genuine concern for my mental stability. And finally, I almost put a fork in the toaster when I was way too old to have been making that mistake. Needless to say, they were legitimately terrified of me going off to college. But hey, I'm still alive and I have only lost my room key once! Worst part: I found it right after I paid for it (with my own money calm down people), but shhhhh don't tell my parents o...

They Never Even Ate Breakfast in the Movie!

You can essentially think of me as a hero. That's right: Mathew Mahendra Mouck is a hero. Triple M to the rescue. My hero name is M^3. M-Cubed. During winter break, I saved my friend from not being a true teenager. Her problem: she had never seen The Breakfast Club . As you can tell, I'm really tackling the important issues here. Ok, so I might not really be a hero but it was very important that she see this before she turns 20 and immediately starts crocheting and getting wrinkles. That's how age works right? I don't know if you've ever seen a vulture or hawk attack its prey, but essentially that's what my friend group did when this girl mentioned that she hadn't seen the movie. She's lucky she has such good friends to berate her for her transgressions until she felt compelled to watch the movie. Just kidding, she didn't actually have a choice because we started to watch the movie approximately 10 minutes after discovering her affront to teena...