For those of you that don’t know, Jacob’s Ladder was the movie that inspired Silent Hill.
Silent Hill is inspired by a great number of things, with the cult classic film “Jacob’s Ladder” being just *one* of them. While its influence is somewhat more prevalent in the first SH game than others in the series, it definitely had other influences. Examples include the newspapers found throughout town (“The Silence of the Lambs”), the monster designs (“The Lost World,” and works by Lewis Carroll), and the names of every street in town.
With that said, it might be safer to say Silent Hill is inspired more by literature than anything else…
Principal:All the other classes don't have that many problems, but in your guy's class we have had at least two dozen incidents with alcohol.
Principal:If you guys keep this up you will all drop out of school and be begging on the street so you can buy more booze.
Me:Did he just call us alcoholics?
Friend:Yeah, obviously he doesn't know that all the populars smoke pot.
Guy who reblogged this (IAmTheBatFan):Why the fuck did this end up in the "LGBTQ" tag? It has nothing to do with homose--OHHHH. Someone tagged it as "#gay." Excuse me while I berate the author of this post for misusing the word "gay" to describe something that he doesn't like. Fucking high schoolers. This is why I hate children.
“If you’re going to ignore the section of Leviticus that bans about tattoos, pork, shellfish, round haircuts, polyester and football, how can you possibly turn around and quote Leviticus 18:22 (“You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination.”) as irrefutable law?”
Why do people think that calling someone a "faggot" or "gay" is insulting? In what fucking way is someone's sexual preference used to insult someone? How the hell has it even become a synonym for "stupid"?! Humanity is comming to an end...
Because society has conditioned people into thinking that the worst thing you can call a man is “faggot.”
Because to be gay is to be bad, less than human.
Because (almost) all men are insecure and cannot stand to see someone who is not only different from them, but more confident with their sexuality or masculinity/femininity as well.
Because they are afraid of that which they don’t understand.
“Believe me, being gay is not a choice. No one would choose to make life harder than it has to be, and no matter how confident and comfortable a gay person is, he or she can’t control the thoughts of others.”—
Jodi Picoult (Sing You Home)
(Note: I remember back when I was in high school, all the girls I knew were on this huge Jodi Picoult kick. In fact, most of the women I knew in general were obsessed with all of her books. With that said, it kinda amazes me how many of those women were still pretty intolerant of things like homosexuality after claiming to be a fan of someone who wrote something like this. Makes you wonder.)
So today I ended up being a few minutes late to training*. Today there was another trainer with us, in addition to our normal trainer guy and this other guy (I’ll call him “Rugby” here) who’s doing his Practicum** by being an assistant trainer or whatever (I dunno, but he’s pretty cool, and he’s on the rugby team, so you know he’s legit). The other trainer today was this guy (we’ll call him Hulk here) I’ve seen at the gym on many occasions, but he’s always freaked me out, so I’ve never really talked to him until today***. He seems pretty cool, too.
So I’m feeling pretty okay during training, everything’s going great, no problems on my end. Until we get to the part where we have to switch between doing lunges and Lat pulldowns. Hulk had me going at 120lbs on the lat pulldowns, which is 30 lbs less than my own body weight, and it was murder. In a good way. But it still took way more out of me than I thought it would at 10 am. So after I did that and one set of lunges on each leg, I was feeling dizzy and sick, so I excused myself to get a drink of water. Our head trainer asked if I was feeling alright and I mentioned feeling pretty dizzy, but I thought I was okay.
I made it about halfway to the fountain before I was seeing so many spots I had to stop because all I could see was the color yellow. Like no shapes, no forms, just the shade yellow. It was weird as fuck, and my immediate thought was, Oh shit I shouldn’t have had that drink last night****.
Because I couldn’t see anything tangible at the time, I had to sit down, our head trainer guiding me around the whole time. It was one of the most embarrassing experiences of my entire college career. I was sweating like no other, my hearing started to mute everything, I thought I might actually puke, and my vision was still spotty. I ended up having to lie down because it was so bad.
God, it was so. Fucking. EMBARRASSING. I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE HOW EMBARRASSING IT WAS.
Did I mention it was fucking embarrassing?
Thankfully everyone was really cool about it— I guess it’s totally normal if you’re pushing yourself really hard. I normally train by myself, so if I feel like I’m getting anywhere close to that kind of nausea level, I just stop for a bit and restart when I’m feeling better.
Anyways, after a few minutes, I got back up and finished the session and everything was fine. Nobody really seemed to hold it against me that I was clearly a bit out of shape in some respects, and I guess the same thing happens even to the trainers all the time. Hulk and Rugby were actually asking me (jokingly) if I’d puked and when I said I hadn’t, they went off about how they actually puke during workouts quite often*****. It definitely helped me feel less embarrassed about the whole thing, but I’m still gonna make sure I don’t let anything like that happen again******.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad session, but due to the occurrence of embarrassing situations, it could have been much more fulfilling. On the plus side, at least I didn’t do what one of my teammates did and vomit water all over a drinking fountain (he actually went out to the bars or something last night). That ended up being a cleanup issue that I think upset the head trainer more than anything else, but only because the staff took forever to get it cleaned up.
Either way, lesson learned. I’m eager for it to be Monday now so I can prove myself again and do better to make up for all the stuff that happened today.
*Still kicking myself there. Should have gotten up at 8:30 instead of 9. Oh well. I’ll make up for it by never letting it happen again! (You all saw me declare it)
**Some type of class thingy that you need to do to graduate in your major.
***He’s a big hulking white guy with a buzz cut and huge muscles everywhere. Oh, and naturally, all of his veins pop out everywhere (and I do mean everywhere. Places where I’ve never even seen veins pop out on people’s bodies were showing some vein-popping action on this guy!), which only adds to the intimidation factor.
****Last night I decided to make up for the lack of drinking I did on my birthday (I didn’t drink at all on my 21st birthday. Shocking.) and had one drink. I woke up this morning feeling fine, but then during training I was all, “oh no!”
*****Hulk said it happens to him quite frequently when he does stuff like leg workouts— kinda like today’s session— and that he always feels a lot better after doing so. I’m a little concerned about how much they seemed to enjoy the concept of puking (during a workout, no less) but for the sake of argument, I’m gonna be quiet about that issue.
******Meaning, no drinking on Friday nights (just to be safe) and no being late to sessions.