Robotrippin’ def. (according to Urban Dictionary–haha, a very credible source for slang) noun.
1. Drinking a bottle of Robotussin cough syrup (containg DXM), with the intention of purposely hallucinating.
2. To be in the dissociative state induced by ingesting excessive amounts of dextromethorphan (DXM). This chemical is most commonly abused though the consumption of cough syrup, which contain DXM for its antitussive (cough-suppresant) properties. The name is derived from the common cough syrup brand, Robotussin.
The dissociative properties induce a “trippy” altered state, but should not be confused with the “trips” caused by psychedelics such as shrooms; the drug is in the same group as PCP, not LSD. Hallucinations are possible but rarer at common levels, while common experiences include a separation of mind and body, feelings of supreme balance and strength, sensory deprivation, and intense dreamlike states. People who are under the influence of DXM are also known for their distinct “robo-walk”, a jerky walking movement caused by the lack of sensory control.
Chris: Did Dave really just hit Rob in the face with a baked potato?
Jackie: He doesn’t know his own strength man, he’s robotripping. He also thinks he’s in Dimension B right now and can’t feel his legs.
Chris: Is Rob gonna be okay? …hello?
This weekend I got sick. It was probably a result of sleeping for two hours on Friday, then going to Short Pump, Kabuto, KD, and Cece’s BDay party (but that’s irrelevant). Saturday, I had a fever of 102.9 and didn’t get much sleep because we had 12 of our guy friends over… Sunday, I thought I was getting better, but I missed out on two meetings, a game, and practice :[ Then, around midnight, I started to develop a mild fever again.
This leads us into today! I took two tablespoons (30mL) of Tyenol today. When I was younger, my parents never gave me 30 mL. My dad always poured 1 tablespoon instead of two, and for good reason. In class, I wasn’t hallucinating, but I was definitely getting close. Even though I wasn’t drinking Robotussin, the Tyenol Sore Throat medicine that I was taking had the exact same ingredient: dextromethorphan, or DXM.
I have to say it was pretty amusing for anyone talking to me. Good thing I recorded half my lectures because I wasn’t comprehending half of what my professors were saying.
I don’t have all the answers! Stop asking me! And get on your responsibilities! If you half-ass this, then its not my fault when things aren’t working out. It’s not my name on this >:[ I get to point fingers all I want this year!
Yeah. The ambiguity of this entry is to protect you from being called out. And there are a lot of you! I’m not picking up your slack so this can succeed. I do my job well. And, if this were something like… oh I don’t know, my JOB, then I’d pick up your slack and call you out, but its not. But hey, I’m giving my 100%, what are you doing?
This weekend I was (still am swamped) with work. I need to do homework, but first I need to say is ‘Thank you, Wahoos!’ Finally, a win, here at home. Even though I was not there for the first half, I stayed to the end. Thank you, not because you had an exciting game nor because the crowd was super exciting, but because I got 47% off my Cavalier gear today at Mincers! Saved a hundred bucks baby! Can’t wait to wear these new clothes at Turkey Bowl!
On a side, but related note, our ASU president sent an article out the earlier, about the Minority Rights Coalition piece in our daily newsletter. I’m the way to reading it, but I looked into the recent comments section on the sidebar, and something caught my eye. I can’t remember what it was, but it led to one of this school’s most popular pieces (sad enough as it is). The article is Hokie for a Weekend, which is oddly enough what I was thinking during the game against Indiana. I had just gone to Tech, two weeks ago. We were leading at the half, I had just arrived, and I had just arrived. It was sunny, yet the stadium was less full than a Hokie game on a rainy day. When my friend told me that Tech is a football school, he wasn’t kidding.
I skimmed the article, and the three hundred something comments that followed. I love sports. I love playing sports. Still, I have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the MRC op-ed gets no comments, and an article merely commenting on the another school’s spirit could get so many. However, I don’t find it hard at the same time. It’s hard trying to be a good citizen all the time. It’s much easier to be a sports fan.
Was Paycheck, interesting concept to say the least. A machine to see into the future, probably the most detrimental thing that could happen to society to say the least. However, I can say, I now know why Ben Affleck was such a heartthrob back in the day.
Still waiting to see White on Rice. I almost had a chance this past weekend with the DC APA Film Festival. I missed it and all the films actually… severely disappointing. I also wanted to see some of the other films, like Children of Invention. I saw Lawrence Chen’s Journey to the West made an appearance, props to him. It’s endearing. His other shorts on YouTube are pretty funny too, reference: Do Dat Dinosaur.
In my opinion, I would say that these is a bit less creepy than being matched up by internet dating sites, but only by a little. I’d be curious to see with whom ho I ‘d match up.
I’ve never considered myself to be a Daddy’s Girl because in my mind, Daddy’s Girls were those bitches that whined and cried to their fathers on MTV’s My Super Sweet 16. It was a negative connotation in my mind. That’s why when I asked my friend I was taken aback when she said, “Yeah, you are a daddy’s girl. I never talk to my dad the way you do.”
the lovemobile stuck
But in all honesty, I really do love my dad. He’s someone I can always depend on, and not in a superficial, I-need-money kind of way. Guess its something I’ve come to learn since I’ve been away. Every time my dad would bring me down to school, I’d stand and watch him from our balcony until our silver minivan was no longer visible. It got harder each time, despite having been at school for a year already. I love my dad.
Saw this last week on AAM, and althought he thinks its a step in the right direction… I have to disagree. The Wonder Girls should not be touring with the Jonas Brothers because 1) they are one of the more sexual pop bands from Korea, and 2) their English is really difficult to understand. Trying to expand into the American market is difficult enough for people who have perfect English, so why do these Korean superstars such as Se7en, BoA, and Wonder Girls think they can do any better? What appeals to the masses in Asian is very different from what appeals to those in America–even though we know a lot of K-pop started as emulation. Eh. Maybe I’m just hating on FOBS.
I saw Sungha Jung a couple years back, when his rendition of Canon D just came out. Last night, I revisited his YouTube channel and almost immediately subscribed. This kid has talent, and as I was watching more and more of his comments I saw a trend. The video below is his lastest post as of right now.
A lot of the comments were about how his face seems really emotionless and how he seems like he doesn’t even enjoy playing. One person commented on how he plays music without understanding what the songs are about: for him its like doing mathematics.
I looked at his bio, watched a couple more video. Sometimes you see his face scrunch a bit at a difficult part… but not much more. Its easy to see where people come off frustrated. Sungha isn’t theatrical. He’s certainly not like my friends when they play instruments; they like to sway and smile. However, I like to think this kid is smiling on the inside. The reference to mathematics is such a typical thing to associate with Asians. I feel like if you’re really passionate about something, there’s a hunger to learn more and more songs. It’s not just plug and chugging. He seems a little different when he played live with Trace Bundy, like he’s enjoying himself. Hopefully, its true. You can see for yourself here.
