iDonate Blood

Today, 4 November 2009 Danny Contreras will donate blood.

This amazing feat by Danny is very important because he is finally in the correct weight area in order to allow a person to live.

– Danny’s Mind

Hello, everyone. I’m so happy I can donate blood. This is great.

Not everything is going well; my laptop is dead because my puppy ate the charger’s cable. Sucks. But what can I do, right? 

Anyway, just quick blogging. TTYL, gotta give life

Hamas and U.S

I can’t really write anything right now, but I think we should really look into these news and realize, not all groups in the Middle East are terrorists.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090815/ap_on_re_mi_ea/ml_palestinians_gaza_shootout

Calm after the storm

Hey guys, just a picture of the calm after a storm that ravaged thru where I live in Connecticut; it was insane. Hope you like it

The sun setting as the storm passed by

Roaches in the Sink

People are stupid when they want to be immortal. Why be immortal in human form? It has not been proven that an immortal human can withstand the blast of a nuclear bomb. So, if I ever had to be an immortal in the form of an animal, I’d choose the cockroach.  Anyway, I was watching Hero on Spike TV when I had the urge to look at my Edward Cullen hair. I ran walked towards the bathroom and turned on the light; to find two roaches “chilling”, almost speaking to each other with their antennae (stupid bugs evolve already, we’re in the digital age.) Now, I am not scared of bugs, or roaches (yes, I separate them,) but roaches are disgusting, and I am a clean freak.

My murderous instinct kicked in. I was now a lone soldier in the deserts of Iraq with two extremist pointing their guns at me. I don’t have weapons, but I had options; and when you have options, you have victory.

Option 1: Shaving Cream

The shaving cream was to my left. I could have grabbed it and spray it at them, but I did not. Instead I pictured two roaches playing around with, what anybody would find poisonous, snow , having fun, instead of dying and stopping spreading their germs around. And then, when they stopped playing with the “snow,” they would crawl to my bed and kill me. Shaving cream.

Option 2: Water

Water would be my best option at this moment. It was abundant and it only took one second for them to go down the sink hole and drown. Yet I realized that if these mothe bastards can survive a nuclear attack, I’m sure they can survive being in the water until they can swim their way out, and crawl into my bed and kill me. I opened the faucet but the stupid water (whoa) just went down the hole without taking the roaches with it. I was not going to plug the hole with the roaches there. Water.

Option 3: Brute Force

No. Brute force.

Option 4: Walk away

This was my last option; I could walk away and survive this encounter and look at my Edward Cullen hair in my bedroom’s mirror. But I could not. The bathroom mirror is special and these fuc jerks were not about to ruin my special moment. At this point I was so annoyed with the roaches I started talking about Jessica Alba to see if by just saying her name they would run away (I know I would.) I tried other stars, and movies like Miley Cyrus and DareDevil. Nothing. Finally, I decided to bring out the big gun, Raid (which should have been my first option.) I sprayed those son of bitches with (random guess of amount) 10 kilotons of Raid and I enjoyed their death. I then proceeded to stare at my hair for ten straight minutes.

What did I learn from this? Why aren’t we using Raid on our nuclear bombs? I mean if you wanna get rid of the population of the enemy, don’t discriminate …

-DContreras