Let's Lay Off Of Casey Anthony Because Now You're Starting To Piss Me Off

So as it turns out, after a month long trial or however the fuck long it was, Casey Anthony was found NOT GUILTY of 1st degree murder. I've never seen such an outcry from people who have no involvment in the case whatsoever. Facebook statuses such as "Not guilty...unbelievable." "Way to screw up, U.S. legal system." "Even OJ knows she was guilty." How fucking pathetic of a human are you? How can you even begin to say that she is/was guilty? I'd almost guarantee that not one person I know has had any physical contact with the case or anyone from the jury. Or the attorneys. Or the child. Don't get me wrong. What happened to that little girl is a very tragic and disheartening ordeal. But let's not stone Casey Anthony to death because YOU think she's guilty. You are shit.

When you look at the case from an outsiders viewpoint, it's hard to imagine Casey being innocent. The night her daughter went missing, she was out clubbing and drinking and getting tattoos. Most normal people, all normal people, who've lost a child will be running around looking for that child until they collapse. I mean, it's your kid for Christ's sake. That's not a traditional way to respond to your daughter's disappearance. And when the media and police were asking her questions, she didn't seem too upset about her disappearance. From the outside it looked as if she was guilty and didn't give a fuck. But she was just tried and found innocent. Let's move on.

I didn't follow the trial. Not one hour, one minute, or even one second. It doesn't have any effect on me whatsoever and my watching it wouldn't contribute to anything changing. I don't have any children so I don't know the emotional charge I would get from losing one. But I could imagine it being really really difficult. Does that make me a piece of shit though? Because I don't care about the trial? We've taken on this idea in America that we must care about the celebrity. That's why trashy magazines like US Weekly, and Star, and People are booming. We must know what they are doing at all times. We must!

So just like OJ Simpson had the eyes of America in 94-95, Casey Anthony managed to attract all of our eyes in 2011. The only difference between the two is that Anthony wasn't an All-Pro running back who is considered one of the greatest of all time. Casey Anthony is a zero. A loser. A nobody. Somebody sold this story to the media at the moment it happened and it snowballed into something much greater. I don't know the exact numbers, but I'm almost certain that there are a boatload of children that go missing every single year. And I'd venture a guess that most of them end up dead. And it's really sad and devastating, but what made this story so important? I don't know.

In reality, I wish people would just relax. Instead of wishing her a cruel life and an eventual trip to hell, let's trust that the legal system was correct. Let's go on the notion that there was not enough evidence to convict her of 1st degree murder. I hate people who wish terrible, negative things on another. Who the fuck are you to hope that she rots in hell for the rest of her life? What if she really was only negligent and endangered her child? What if she didn't actually murder her? Will you take back all the harsh things you wished upon her? I doubt it because you're all hypocrites. Me included. Just like that fat fucking piece of shit Nancy Grace, who thought all the Duke lacrosse players who "allegedly" raped that prostitute were preppy, spoiled rich brats who get away with anything they want. Where was her apology after we found out that the prostitute lied? Nowhere to be found. But let's not crucify her. If she did actually do it, karma will strike. I believe it. But that's not for us to worry about. So stop fucking complaining about it. I won't because "I am better than you."

How To Pull Off Being A Virgin In College

If you were intelligent and you read my 100th post, then you already know that I'm not actually a virgin. It's just better to pretend that I am because people think it's intriguing. Either that or they think I'm a hugeeeeeee loser. But I spent just about my entire freshman year of college playing off the fact that I had never had sexual intercourse. And I swear, it was the only time in my entire life that I ever lied about hooking up with a girl. I hated when I would hear stories from people about the wild sex they had and all the cool shit they did with a girl only to find out from several sources that it was all made up. So I made up an elaborate story and it went something like this.

For the first time in my life I was going to be surrounded by a bunch of males for a serious amount of time. It's easy to say that I went to high school and grammar school where there were a majority of guys, but college is different. These are people you see everyday from the end of August to the beginning of May. You begin to grow a rapport with them. A friendship. I needed to make sure that I fit in. It didn't take long before the concept of sexual intercourse came up. We would talk openly about the things we did in high school and the sluts we did them to. Of course, I had just made out with a girl for the first time in August of 2006. At 18 years old. My sexual prowess was nonexistant. Time to make shit up.

I learned that in order to be taken seriously when making things up about your hookups is to sell yourself short. No one would have believed me if I had told them I had sex with 10 girls. In high school that's just remarkable. Most people are dating each other for years at a time in high school, so the opportunity for multiple partners is highly unlikely. I knew that. So I gave myself a fair and completely reasonable number. 3. 3 is a number that represents many things. The Holy Trinity. The days between Jesus' alleged resurrection. The parts to the male sexual organ. Many great things come in 3's. So I had sex with 3 girls before college. Not.

(Jordan 3's. Duh)

My lie came out pretty well. Nobody doubted me, at least to my face, and I think the reasoning was because nobody gave a shit. One night in October I had gotten absolutely shit-faced. I was at a party that was about a 25 minute walk. I had made plans to walk home with my Jewish suitemate. Along the walk I revealed to him that I had only gotten my first make-out this past summer. Just weeks before we got to school. Despite being in a drunken stupor, he put two and two together and realized that I was a virgin. I didn't figure this out until my senior year. But I had finally gotten the truth off my chest. Now maybe I can live a normal-ish life.

(It's where we walked from)

So I went out maybe 3, 4, 5 times a week in hopes of meeting a slutty girl that I could take to Penetration City. My game is outrageous. I know that I could get myself in position to score with any chick at almost any given time. My problem was pulling the trigger. I got them so amped up, that I could never deliver the final dagger. I never make the first move and that resulted in me spending a lot of nights sleeping in my dorm with my roommate. Not together of course. I needed a kick-start of sorts. I got that with the 3rd floor girl.

I spent one night talking with her until about 7:50. I had class at 8. I ended up skipping class and missing out on some bonus points for showing up to the last class before Thanksgiving Break. All because of a girl. We talked and talked for the next couple of months and then we started fooling around. This was clearly my best chance to get my ball rolling. Except there was some definite stage fright. All my friends knew about it. All her friends knew about it. Yet nobody could solve the real issue at hand. Some real performance anxiety. It took me until the last night of freshman year at 5:30 in the morning to "get it in". I finally did it.

The real moral of the story here is that it's important to lie to the people you care about most. I could have been a laughingstock for the entire portion of my freshman year, and that could have translated all the way to my senior year. Even though I got stuck with the nickname Virgmann, it wasn't because I was actually a virgin. In fact, I started having sex all the time. I probably broke records and shit. But that's how I got away with being a virgin in college. You deny deny deny until your grave, until that one lucky night where you can finally slip it in. And that's what I did. And now I'm a living legend, or at least real close. All because "I am better than you."