Sunday, June 17, 2007

Here are some pretty amazing and funny current statistics:
  • Americans buy 2.7 billion packages of breakfast cereal each year. If laid end to end, the empty cereal boxes from one year's consumption would stretch to the moon and back.
  • The cereal industry uses 816 million pounds of sugar per year, enough to coat each and every American with more than three pounds of sugar. The cereal with the highest amount of sugar per serving is Smacks, which is 53% sugar.
  • Americans consume about ten pounds, or 160 bowls of cereal, per person each year. But America ranks only fourth in per capita cereal consumption. Ireland ranks first, England ranks second, and Australia ranks third. 49% of Americans start each morning with a bowl of cereal, 30% eat toast, 28% eat eggs, 28% have coffee, 17% have hot cereal and fewer than 10% have pancakes, sausage, bagels or french toast.(http://veg.ca/content/view/212/112/)
  • a third of teenage boys drink at least three cans of soda pop per day.
  • Soda is sold in 60 percent of all public and private middle schools and high schools nationwide, according to the National Soft Drink Association(http://www.mercola.com/2001/mar/10/soda_pop_dangers.htm)
  • My method of thinking works 70% of the time, every time it works!
  • There is a 90% chance I'll post more statistics

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

heyo. this is justin. just thought I'd say heyo.

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children
Who run
Into the arms
Of America


mmmmmmm..... u2

dramaqueen said...

Hey Justin! How's your summer?

Dan said...

That's well, a lot of cereal and a lot of sugar. And you actually took the time to figure that out...I'm hardly surprised.

Keep up the writin there sista
~Dan T

alex said...

Hey Amanda, bloggin is crazy. Just thought I'd check it out, very nice.
Justin, that was a nice use of Comment space, save it all for U2, mmm favorite band. Damn Americans and their eating, of course I know a lot about that.

-Bubble pipe puff puff puff away

dramaqueen said...

U2 seriously rocks. I also like the fact that the lyrics actually portray a message.
Dan! Hi! So the other two know, Dan's a friend I met from the government camp I did in Boston this summer. (That's him at Bently in the pic.) And I already told Alex this, but he's your competition. You two are the best writers I know. Dan- love the poems
Alex- Love (always) your famous bubble pipe.