Surprisingly enough, yes. It's been nearly two months now since the last post, but since I'm finding myself with so much extra time on my hands, I figured I might as well type a little something up.
So it's summer. It's kind of hot and muggy out, it's rained a few times, but overall it's actually going fairly smoothly. I'm actually surprised, because normally summer ends up being one long, drawn-out session of "Let's play video games and watch Dragonball Z until I pass out!" day in and day out. But I've actually been productive lately, which is bizarre, but I'm rarely productive. I took care of some of the weeding and general-lawn care way ahead of time, I moved around and vacuumed my room so that it's relatively dust-free, and I started my summer reading. That last one is probably going to end up biting me in the ass in the end, though, since I'll probably forget most of it by the end of August. I posted on the "THS Summer Reading Blog 2008" MacArthur put up, so if you found this page from there, congratulations!
Disney-Pixar's WALL-E came out today to universally acclaimed reviews. Which makes me happy, because it just looks so adorable. Plus, it has a message! Hooray for messages! I mean, the whole "save the planet" thing did show up in "An Inconvenient Truth" and such, but was it really applicable to children? With WALL-E, the mass-consumer that is kids and tweens will soon be planting flowers and trees in their backyards in a vain attempt to save the environment. Even still, every little bit counts, right? Between this and The Dark Knight, my summer movie experience is more or less set.
Other than that, there really isn't much else to go on about. so I guess I'll leave it at that. See you in a few days!...or weeks!...or months.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Number 27: Less Than Three!
The new Gavin DeGraw single, "In Love With a Girl" has been out for a couple weeks now, but I just suddenly got addicted. It's just so good! Ahhh! And I'll justify my love by saying that Entertainment Weekly listed it as the album's "Download This" track. So there.
So, prom is this Friday. Really quick, that's prom. Wow. Uhh... it's going to rain on Friday. At least, that's what the Forecast Channel on my Wii said, and of course that's a reliable source. But you never know; the weather might change between now and then. Oh, and today for Student Council we began with the "Don't Drink and Drive" movement that they push every year. We had bracelets and posters and ribbons and such. It certainly is a good movement, but is it effective? Honestly, I couldn't say. I know for a fact that, after prom, people are going to go back to their houses or to some barn or something and get drunk and laid. As long as they don't kill themselves doing it, or get somebody pregnant, they can go right ahead and do so. I know my generation well enough to know that you really can't separate a football player/cheerleader and their beer-pong, no matter how many ribbons you hang. It's sad, but it's true. What'll I be doing after prom? I dunno... ice cream?
The Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament is shaping up very nicely, to be honest. Even though we've hit some snags along the way, we've gotten past them each and every time. The video cables hook up fine to the school projectors, even in the auditorium (Smash on the Big Screen?!?), the posters and such have been put up around the school... just a valiant effort on everyone's part. I gotta hand it to all the people who have been helping out with this project; Chris, Graham, Brandon, Brian, thanks a million. Biggest thanks to Kevin, though, for pretty much taking the initiative and bringing everything together. Only thing we need now is actual participants... but that shouldn't be a problem. I'm optimistic!
Really not much to be said today. Expect at least one or two more posts this week, and a lot more in the future thanks to the Future Post option. Alright, see you!
So, prom is this Friday. Really quick, that's prom. Wow. Uhh... it's going to rain on Friday. At least, that's what the Forecast Channel on my Wii said, and of course that's a reliable source. But you never know; the weather might change between now and then. Oh, and today for Student Council we began with the "Don't Drink and Drive" movement that they push every year. We had bracelets and posters and ribbons and such. It certainly is a good movement, but is it effective? Honestly, I couldn't say. I know for a fact that, after prom, people are going to go back to their houses or to some barn or something and get drunk and laid. As long as they don't kill themselves doing it, or get somebody pregnant, they can go right ahead and do so. I know my generation well enough to know that you really can't separate a football player/cheerleader and their beer-pong, no matter how many ribbons you hang. It's sad, but it's true. What'll I be doing after prom? I dunno... ice cream?
The Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament is shaping up very nicely, to be honest. Even though we've hit some snags along the way, we've gotten past them each and every time. The video cables hook up fine to the school projectors, even in the auditorium (Smash on the Big Screen?!?), the posters and such have been put up around the school... just a valiant effort on everyone's part. I gotta hand it to all the people who have been helping out with this project; Chris, Graham, Brandon, Brian, thanks a million. Biggest thanks to Kevin, though, for pretty much taking the initiative and bringing everything together. Only thing we need now is actual participants... but that shouldn't be a problem. I'm optimistic!
Really not much to be said today. Expect at least one or two more posts this week, and a lot more in the future thanks to the Future Post option. Alright, see you!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Number 26: Fixed
After about a month of waiting, the blog feeder that I use on my facebook was finally fixed, so I figured I might as well write up an entry to celebrate. I could've gone ahead and went to a different provider, but it would've just been too much work. And after all, my provider would've had to start working again eventually, right? Well, it's here now, so I might as well tell what's happened the past month.
Uhh... so prom's coming up. Oh yes, prom prom prom prom prom prom prom prom promenade! Is it big news? Yes. Yes it is. After renting a tux, semi-securing a ride, and purchasing my ticket, I'm pretty much all set for the event on May 9th. Was it a lot of hard work? Oh yeah, way more work than it warrants. Was it expensive? Oh, beyond expensive, and probably even more so for other people. Is it going to be worth it? In the end, yeah, it will be worth it. Prom is the sort of thing that you only get a few times in your life, so you'd best not pass it up, whippersnapper. Y'know? It's the time that you look back upon fondly. And it's the one night of the year where everybody you know gets to be classy. Hooray for classy! Yeah, I'm not a stickler for fashion or anything like that, but it's nice to do it once in a while. What confuses me slightly is where it is. The place where they're holding it (which I've heard is a wonderful place) is practically an hour from town. It's kind of ridiculous, in my opinion. But hey, we are an elitist school, so of course we'd have to have the best kind of accommodations available. Duh!
As for other news, it's finally raining. Yup. Was nice and shining bright weather all last week, and the weathermen kept saying, "Man, do we need some rain. Oh yeah, come on rain!" So then, when it actually does rain, the first thing I hear on the news this morning is, "Well, it's a wet, dreary, and disappointing day today..." But weren't you just asking for rain a few days ago? Seriously! Make up your mind! People are just too fickle, you know? They complain in the summer because it's too hot, they complain in the winter because it's too cold. You really can't satisfy people, you know?
And LOST is dwindling down. Four weeks left of episodes, which is nice. Yep, finally some mysteries will be answered. Who live and who dies in the season finale? What exactly is the smoke monster? Who exactly is Jacob? And who the hell is in that coffin?!? Oh, the suspense is killing me!
That's it for now, catch you later!
Uhh... so prom's coming up. Oh yes, prom prom prom prom prom prom prom prom promenade! Is it big news? Yes. Yes it is. After renting a tux, semi-securing a ride, and purchasing my ticket, I'm pretty much all set for the event on May 9th. Was it a lot of hard work? Oh yeah, way more work than it warrants. Was it expensive? Oh, beyond expensive, and probably even more so for other people. Is it going to be worth it? In the end, yeah, it will be worth it. Prom is the sort of thing that you only get a few times in your life, so you'd best not pass it up, whippersnapper. Y'know? It's the time that you look back upon fondly. And it's the one night of the year where everybody you know gets to be classy. Hooray for classy! Yeah, I'm not a stickler for fashion or anything like that, but it's nice to do it once in a while. What confuses me slightly is where it is. The place where they're holding it (which I've heard is a wonderful place) is practically an hour from town. It's kind of ridiculous, in my opinion. But hey, we are an elitist school, so of course we'd have to have the best kind of accommodations available. Duh!
As for other news, it's finally raining. Yup. Was nice and shining bright weather all last week, and the weathermen kept saying, "Man, do we need some rain. Oh yeah, come on rain!" So then, when it actually does rain, the first thing I hear on the news this morning is, "Well, it's a wet, dreary, and disappointing day today..." But weren't you just asking for rain a few days ago? Seriously! Make up your mind! People are just too fickle, you know? They complain in the summer because it's too hot, they complain in the winter because it's too cold. You really can't satisfy people, you know?
And LOST is dwindling down. Four weeks left of episodes, which is nice. Yep, finally some mysteries will be answered. Who live and who dies in the season finale? What exactly is the smoke monster? Who exactly is Jacob? And who the hell is in that coffin?!? Oh, the suspense is killing me!
That's it for now, catch you later!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Number 25: Never Gonna Give You Up
Never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you.
Yeah... it seriously doesn't get any better than that. So today was enjoyable, or awesome, or great. Or I guess, in layman's terms, it was fun. Yeah, today was fun. M'best friend came over and we chilled, and that's really all you need to do to make a day great. Yeah! We played video games, sang songs, ate sandwiches, took walks down the train tracks, and picked up sticks. And we listened to Rick Astley! So yeah, like I said, doesn't get any better than that. It's really days like these where you can look out at that bright sunshine and go, "Ahh, this is what Life's all about!"
And since I got some work done, it makes the experience that much more meaningful. I mean, if I had just sat around and did nothing exciting, I'd have to go and do work afterwards. But I already did work, so therefore it was worthwhile...
Wait, what?
So now I get to relax for the remainder of the day. Chill out, watch some movies, etc. etc. I suppose that today's post really didn't have much meaning behind it, but who cares? It's my blog. Ha! Yeah, that's it for today, catch ya later.
Yeah... it seriously doesn't get any better than that. So today was enjoyable, or awesome, or great. Or I guess, in layman's terms, it was fun. Yeah, today was fun. M'best friend came over and we chilled, and that's really all you need to do to make a day great. Yeah! We played video games, sang songs, ate sandwiches, took walks down the train tracks, and picked up sticks. And we listened to Rick Astley! So yeah, like I said, doesn't get any better than that. It's really days like these where you can look out at that bright sunshine and go, "Ahh, this is what Life's all about!"
And since I got some work done, it makes the experience that much more meaningful. I mean, if I had just sat around and did nothing exciting, I'd have to go and do work afterwards. But I already did work, so therefore it was worthwhile...
Wait, what?
So now I get to relax for the remainder of the day. Chill out, watch some movies, etc. etc. I suppose that today's post really didn't have much meaning behind it, but who cares? It's my blog. Ha! Yeah, that's it for today, catch ya later.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Number 24: Monday, Monday
(Sorry if the page looks messy. Screwed up something with the font and color and such and I can't get it back. Oh well.)
The blog feeder on my facebook page isn't working. Sorry. If you use that to normally get here... well, it's not working. You'll have to just take the link at the top of the page, next to the thing that says Website. I'm about ready to get rid of the stupid thing... Perhaps just get a new application? Ehh.
So it's the first Monday of spring break. It certainly is nice out, oh yes. Very calm cool weather, a lot unlike the tremulous and terribly stormy weather the meteorologists predicted last week. "Rain all day, every day!" they said. Yeah... I don't see no rain out there. Sorry. All I see is spring. Yes. Glorious, sunny, shining, sweet-smelling spring. Quite possibly the best season of them all. I mean, think about it; nice fresh days, little to no precipitation (at least no snowstorms), and girls in their summer clothes. Does it get any better?
So finally, after weeks and weeks of deliberation, the Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament has finally been greenlighted. Organization and such will commence over the next week or two, and the event will take place at the new high school on Thursday, May 15. In all honesty, I'm beyond excited; I'm ecstatic. Rarely do any of the plans I make up ever come to fruition, probably because I'm so quick to just give up. But not this time; this time I stuck with it, because it was something I thought would be fun, and because it was for a good cause. So probably going to discuss things such as regulations and advertising on Wednesday, and actually start putting up posters and such later next week. Huzzah!
So I'm a procrastinator. Probably not something I'd like to admit, but it's oh-so-true. Even still, that doesn't mean I don't get the work done, oh no. I get it done, and it's always top notch. But I mean, here's what I have to deal with this week:
- Run through the 30-40 interest letters I've gotten from colleges. They're literally piling up next to my dresser, and I haven't taken a single look at any of them...
- Get my driving permit. Seriously. Uhh, I've been sixteen for eight months now, so I guess it's time to get a move on.
- Work on the various projects and make-up work assigned to me over the vacation. I've got one book to read for English, a paper to write for Psychology, and a molecule project for Chemistry. Of course, even if I say I'll start it today in this blog, nothing's going to get done until Friday Saturday. Again, procrastinating.
- Organize regulations, advertisements, assistance, and such for the tournament. At least this is remotely fun. It's work, but it's fun work.
- Blog at least twice more this week since I didn't do any last week.
Vacation shouldn't be too bad, oh no, not at all. Hah! So that's pretty much it, I'll see you around.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Number 23: Number One Team in the Nation
And we still lost. One of the greatest players to ever come into the college basketball scene, and we still lost. Fighting against Stanford, a school with a tree for a mascot, and we still lost. A tree, for God's sake! Who has a tree as a mascot?!?
But in the end...
So yeah, I guess I came all the way to Tampa in order to just see them lose. I don't think anybody saw it coming, just like nobody saw the two big teams (UCLA and North Carolina) being booted out of the Men's Championship, either. Memphis for the win now, over Kansas. I'll bet my bank on that. Oh, so the second game around at St. Pete Times Forum, I figured I'd root for LSU because I didn't want the Lady Volunteers (yet another horribly obscure name for a team) to win. And of course, as if the day couldn't get any worse...
This happens.
So the final is Stanford vs. Tennessee. Although I really don't like either team, I'll root for Stanford because a) I hate Pat Summit and her stupid Lady Volunteers and b) the dancers on Stanford look like sluts. So at least it gives me something to watch on Tuesday.
So regardless of how the rest of the tournament turns out, I'm stuck here until Wednesday. I'm awfully surprised I'm complaining, but with my team not going to the finals, you really can't blame me for being a little bit disappointed. I'm staying in a nice hotel, though, with a minifridge filled with nice food and free Internet, and there's a huge mall right across the street. Plus, the beaches are nice and Busch Gardens is just a few minutes away. Even still, the whole trip would be a lot more fun if I was with my friends. Oh how I miss them dearly...
So I may or may not update again tomorrow or Tuesday, but I definitely will on Wednesday. Look forward to it, as well as a smorgashborg of new pictures on my facebook profile. That's it for now, see you later.
But in the end...
So yeah, I guess I came all the way to Tampa in order to just see them lose. I don't think anybody saw it coming, just like nobody saw the two big teams (UCLA and North Carolina) being booted out of the Men's Championship, either. Memphis for the win now, over Kansas. I'll bet my bank on that. Oh, so the second game around at St. Pete Times Forum, I figured I'd root for LSU because I didn't want the Lady Volunteers (yet another horribly obscure name for a team) to win. And of course, as if the day couldn't get any worse...
This happens.
So the final is Stanford vs. Tennessee. Although I really don't like either team, I'll root for Stanford because a) I hate Pat Summit and her stupid Lady Volunteers and b) the dancers on Stanford look like sluts. So at least it gives me something to watch on Tuesday.
So regardless of how the rest of the tournament turns out, I'm stuck here until Wednesday. I'm awfully surprised I'm complaining, but with my team not going to the finals, you really can't blame me for being a little bit disappointed. I'm staying in a nice hotel, though, with a minifridge filled with nice food and free Internet, and there's a huge mall right across the street. Plus, the beaches are nice and Busch Gardens is just a few minutes away. Even still, the whole trip would be a lot more fun if I was with my friends. Oh how I miss them dearly...
So I may or may not update again tomorrow or Tuesday, but I definitely will on Wednesday. Look forward to it, as well as a smorgashborg of new pictures on my facebook profile. That's it for now, see you later.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Number 22: Hero's Come Back!!!
After dreary weather, depressing tests, and unexpected encounters, today has seriously been the best day of the entire year. I'm being completely serious in saying that it could not get any better than this.
So the University of Connecticut women's basketball team beat their arch-rivals Rutgers in the Regional Finals last night, which I would normally be happy about. Instead, I'm psyched about it. My dad said that if UConn did win in the finals, then he would take me to Tampa to go to the 2008 Final Four. Well, they won, so I'll be gone for this weekend and part of next week to watch the women dominate the competition and reclaim their post as National Champions. I rarely ever leave New England, and have only been to Florida twice before, so this is like Christmas to me. Seriously, really really awesome.
I got my SAT scores back today as well. I've been worrying for the past month as to whether or not I did good, probably because of the horrible response that I gave on the essay portion of the Writing. People kept telling me that "I'd do fine" and that "you need not worry". Well, I did do a crappy job in the essay; I got a 66%, as a matter of fact. However, overall I got a score of 1890, even better than I had done on the PracticeSATs. So that's definitely something to holler about. I actually hollered too, when I read those scores. So much pressure off of my back it's indescribable. Or... maybe it is describable. The feeling is wonderful.
To top it all off, I've had little-to-no homework every single day this week, which is always an occasion to celebrate. Squee!
So tonight I'll chat with my best, eat some Pringles and watch American Idol in order to see who gets voted off. So yeah, suddenly all that "storm and stress" stuff from last week is fading away... Although it will come back, believe me. It always does.
Even still, I'm going to squeeze every single drop out of these awesome moments.
Carpe diem, people! Carpe diem.
So the University of Connecticut women's basketball team beat their arch-rivals Rutgers in the Regional Finals last night, which I would normally be happy about. Instead, I'm psyched about it. My dad said that if UConn did win in the finals, then he would take me to Tampa to go to the 2008 Final Four. Well, they won, so I'll be gone for this weekend and part of next week to watch the women dominate the competition and reclaim their post as National Champions. I rarely ever leave New England, and have only been to Florida twice before, so this is like Christmas to me. Seriously, really really awesome.
I got my SAT scores back today as well. I've been worrying for the past month as to whether or not I did good, probably because of the horrible response that I gave on the essay portion of the Writing. People kept telling me that "I'd do fine" and that "you need not worry". Well, I did do a crappy job in the essay; I got a 66%, as a matter of fact. However, overall I got a score of 1890, even better than I had done on the PracticeSATs. So that's definitely something to holler about. I actually hollered too, when I read those scores. So much pressure off of my back it's indescribable. Or... maybe it is describable. The feeling is wonderful.
To top it all off, I've had little-to-no homework every single day this week, which is always an occasion to celebrate. Squee!
So tonight I'll chat with my best, eat some Pringles and watch American Idol in order to see who gets voted off. So yeah, suddenly all that "storm and stress" stuff from last week is fading away... Although it will come back, believe me. It always does.
Even still, I'm going to squeeze every single drop out of these awesome moments.
Carpe diem, people! Carpe diem.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Number 21: Goonies Never Say Die!
Oh. My. God.
So I just finished watching The Goonies for my first time an hour ago. I must say... it was the greatest thing the 80's ever produced. Yeah, that's right, the 80's actually had a purpose. And that sole purpose was to produce The Goonies so that I could watch it, laugh, and be merry. In all seriousness, it was a really good movie. It wasn't a The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly or a 2001: A Space Odyssey, or a Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but for all intents and purposes it was magical. I know that's a really corny word to be using to describe it, but that's really all I can use. It has this sense of wonderment, of magical excitement, of bad 80's hair and Cyndi Lauper.
The thing that surprises me the most about the movie was the fact that it was rated PG.
Things were totally different in the 80's. If this movie was released nowadays, it'd either be 20 minutes shorter or rated PG-13. Seriously, the kids swore all the time! You could never get away with saying "shit" or "piss" in a movie these days, let alone a PG one. You can't even say them on television! And the violence, oh the violence... You can't use guns in a PG movie these days, either. You can't even use real guns in One Piece! All the swords and skeletons and such would never fly nowadays. And Sloth. Well, I loved Sloth, he was very loveable and a fun character to watch, but I think he might've been censored too. Sorry, big guy. Oh, and there were copious amounts of Kerri Green panty-shots, and we can't have our young ones being exposed to that kind of sexual material, now can we?
It either proves that a) movie executives were really lenient during the 80's and 90's or b) that censorship has overrun our country. I mean, if Pokemon the Movie: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew gets rated PG in today's America, The Goonies would get an R.
All that jazz aside, The Goonies fully deserves to be the cult classic that it is. If I was a few years younger, this would be the greatest movie of all time. Even still, when I'm 16, it still holds a good amount of that childhood magic, and for that I think the cast and crew deserves a round of applause.
Grade: A-
So that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Adios!
So I just finished watching The Goonies for my first time an hour ago. I must say... it was the greatest thing the 80's ever produced. Yeah, that's right, the 80's actually had a purpose. And that sole purpose was to produce The Goonies so that I could watch it, laugh, and be merry. In all seriousness, it was a really good movie. It wasn't a The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly or a 2001: A Space Odyssey, or a Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, but for all intents and purposes it was magical. I know that's a really corny word to be using to describe it, but that's really all I can use. It has this sense of wonderment, of magical excitement, of bad 80's hair and Cyndi Lauper.
The thing that surprises me the most about the movie was the fact that it was rated PG.
Things were totally different in the 80's. If this movie was released nowadays, it'd either be 20 minutes shorter or rated PG-13. Seriously, the kids swore all the time! You could never get away with saying "shit" or "piss" in a movie these days, let alone a PG one. You can't even say them on television! And the violence, oh the violence... You can't use guns in a PG movie these days, either. You can't even use real guns in One Piece! All the swords and skeletons and such would never fly nowadays. And Sloth. Well, I loved Sloth, he was very loveable and a fun character to watch, but I think he might've been censored too. Sorry, big guy. Oh, and there were copious amounts of Kerri Green panty-shots, and we can't have our young ones being exposed to that kind of sexual material, now can we?
It either proves that a) movie executives were really lenient during the 80's and 90's or b) that censorship has overrun our country. I mean, if Pokemon the Movie: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew gets rated PG in today's America, The Goonies would get an R.
All that jazz aside, The Goonies fully deserves to be the cult classic that it is. If I was a few years younger, this would be the greatest movie of all time. Even still, when I'm 16, it still holds a good amount of that childhood magic, and for that I think the cast and crew deserves a round of applause.
Grade: A-
So that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Adios!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Number 20: Handstand
Oh.... geez. Well, that was enjoyable. A real barrel of monkeys, that one...
Was it a spur of the moment? Considering I'd just drunk about half a liter of soda, a heart-burn inducing cheeseburger, and the almighty Wetzel Pretzel, yeah, the endorphins could've caused it as well. Was it lust? No, I can't really call it that. It's not the right word to use to describe the feeling... Was it desperation? More than anything, I think.
I didn't even think I was going to go in. I didn't even think he was going to pull into the parking lot, but lo and behold, there was that right turn, and I suddenly didn't know what to do. The scenario that I had pictured a thousand times in my head was about to actually happen... and I just wanted to run. I just wanted to say, "Oh no, it's fine, we can just go home." But I didn't. I walked into the store, grabbed the Pepsi, and there she was. And I swear I died. I swear I could've just had a heart-attack right there... considering what I ate, it was possible.
So I almost got into a line... and then left. I almost went into another line... and left again. I grabbed things I didn't need, spent money I shouldn't have, and left the store feeling anxious and like I was about to throw up. The fact that I was practically sprinting around the store obviously didn't make me any more noticeable. Oh no, there's no way she noticed me...
Shit, you'd have to be blind not to notice me.
I don't know why I did it, at least not clearly. The minute I saw her, I got the automatic "fight or flight" reflex... and I fled. I couldn't face her, I wasn't going to go there and live out my fantasy. Instead, I ran around the store like a mouse for ten minutes. Whether or not I'm going back there really depends on my mood. After an experience like this... well...
People who don't know the story won't understand how scared I was. People who do know the story should be more than aware of how scared I was.
And I don't even like Pepsi.
Was it a spur of the moment? Considering I'd just drunk about half a liter of soda, a heart-burn inducing cheeseburger, and the almighty Wetzel Pretzel, yeah, the endorphins could've caused it as well. Was it lust? No, I can't really call it that. It's not the right word to use to describe the feeling... Was it desperation? More than anything, I think.
I didn't even think I was going to go in. I didn't even think he was going to pull into the parking lot, but lo and behold, there was that right turn, and I suddenly didn't know what to do. The scenario that I had pictured a thousand times in my head was about to actually happen... and I just wanted to run. I just wanted to say, "Oh no, it's fine, we can just go home." But I didn't. I walked into the store, grabbed the Pepsi, and there she was. And I swear I died. I swear I could've just had a heart-attack right there... considering what I ate, it was possible.
So I almost got into a line... and then left. I almost went into another line... and left again. I grabbed things I didn't need, spent money I shouldn't have, and left the store feeling anxious and like I was about to throw up. The fact that I was practically sprinting around the store obviously didn't make me any more noticeable. Oh no, there's no way she noticed me...
Shit, you'd have to be blind not to notice me.
I don't know why I did it, at least not clearly. The minute I saw her, I got the automatic "fight or flight" reflex... and I fled. I couldn't face her, I wasn't going to go there and live out my fantasy. Instead, I ran around the store like a mouse for ten minutes. Whether or not I'm going back there really depends on my mood. After an experience like this... well...
People who don't know the story won't understand how scared I was. People who do know the story should be more than aware of how scared I was.
And I don't even like Pepsi.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Number 19: Dragonforce, Eat Your Heart Out
Yeah... uhh, this is quite possibly the greatest track on the entire Brawl soundtrack.
Mute City
Now, onward to actual news!
So me and Fatty were actually called down to talk to the principal today about doing the Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament. I guess it was half-greenlighted... he said it was definitely something to consider. The problems would be finding some sort of insurance, finding a date and time that would help everyone out, finding some teacher chaperones, and finding out whether or not the tech department would actually be able to hook up the Wiis to the projectors.
It's really not as bad as it looks. I've gotten confirmations for several reliable people that the Wiis will have no problem hooking up to the projectors at all. I already have some people in mind as to who I'd like to chaperone. Insurance... shouldn't be a problem. The only real issue that there is is the date. We wanted to do a Saturday night, because many people work on Fridays and wouldn't be able to make it. However, the principal told us that if we did it on a Saturday, we'd have to pay the custodians $25 per hour in order to stay there. He said it'd be better if we did it on a Friday, perhaps later after school? The problem with that is people kind of do things on Fridays... but we really can't argue with the principal. The people who are willing to come will come, the people who can't make it won't. There isn't a doubt in my mind that it'll drag our attendance down by 10-15 people, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Rather, it's a sacrifice I'm force to make since I don't want to pay the custodians $100 to sit around and do nothing.
As for other news, there happens to be very little. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut is an excellent book, eerily reminiscent of The Constant. I'd bet my bottom dollar that the inspiration for the episode came from that book. Either way, one should really check it out. Quality is just fantastic. A lot better than something like, oh I don't know, The Scarlet Letter...
I hate you, Nathaniel Hawthorne. No matter how "essential" you were to American literature, I still hate you...
Mute City
Now, onward to actual news!
So me and Fatty were actually called down to talk to the principal today about doing the Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament. I guess it was half-greenlighted... he said it was definitely something to consider. The problems would be finding some sort of insurance, finding a date and time that would help everyone out, finding some teacher chaperones, and finding out whether or not the tech department would actually be able to hook up the Wiis to the projectors.
It's really not as bad as it looks. I've gotten confirmations for several reliable people that the Wiis will have no problem hooking up to the projectors at all. I already have some people in mind as to who I'd like to chaperone. Insurance... shouldn't be a problem. The only real issue that there is is the date. We wanted to do a Saturday night, because many people work on Fridays and wouldn't be able to make it. However, the principal told us that if we did it on a Saturday, we'd have to pay the custodians $25 per hour in order to stay there. He said it'd be better if we did it on a Friday, perhaps later after school? The problem with that is people kind of do things on Fridays... but we really can't argue with the principal. The people who are willing to come will come, the people who can't make it won't. There isn't a doubt in my mind that it'll drag our attendance down by 10-15 people, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Rather, it's a sacrifice I'm force to make since I don't want to pay the custodians $100 to sit around and do nothing.
As for other news, there happens to be very little. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut is an excellent book, eerily reminiscent of The Constant. I'd bet my bottom dollar that the inspiration for the episode came from that book. Either way, one should really check it out. Quality is just fantastic. A lot better than something like, oh I don't know, The Scarlet Letter...
I hate you, Nathaniel Hawthorne. No matter how "essential" you were to American literature, I still hate you...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Number 18: Preparing to Advance
So it's almost April, right? Yeah, isn't March supposed to be like "in like a lion, out like a lamb"? Well, I guess it's staying true to the proverb. You look outside right now, and it's just absolutely gorgeous. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and there isn't a cloud in the sky. As they say in that one song, "it's one of those days for takin' a walk outside." Which, as a matter of fact, I'll probably do once this entry is finished.
So it's been almost two weeks since I took the SATs, which means that results should be coming back any day now. Am I nervous? Of course I am! No sane person wouldn't be! I mean, even if you think you did good, you're never really going to know until you read the final score and see what happened. You could've totally ace it, bombed it, or passed it enough to get you by. Personally, I'd love to see a 1900-2000 up there, but it's iffy. Based on how great I did on my essay, I'm afraid I might get dragged down a couple points. And by a couple I mean a lot... I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
The new spring TV season starts up soon, too. LOST is off the air now, only because it has to play catch-up from the writer's strike. The Office will be back soon, though, as will House and such. I'll just feel that much better knowing that they're on, and that TV is no longer a desolate wasteland of reality TV and pathetic game shows.
The fact that I had to wait an extra 10 minutes for my bus to pull into the parking lot brought me to the realization that I need to get my driver's license soon. Perhaps this weekend? Although, I've been saying "Perhaps this weekend" for the past month, so who knows. Even still, I'd rather not be a senior who rides the bus to school. No ifs, ands, or buts, nobody does that. So I guess I should look over the materials and stuff and ask my parents, and then proceed to wait in line at the DMV for five hours...
Finally, I'm hoping that tomorrow's entry is pretty big. Me and Fatty were going to go in and see the principal today, to ask him permission about doing our project, but he wasn't in. So we're going to go back in tomorrow, cross our fingers, and hope he's there. If he is there, and we do get the greenlight, then I'm going to pretty much tell everything that's going to happen. Alright then, see you around!
So it's been almost two weeks since I took the SATs, which means that results should be coming back any day now. Am I nervous? Of course I am! No sane person wouldn't be! I mean, even if you think you did good, you're never really going to know until you read the final score and see what happened. You could've totally ace it, bombed it, or passed it enough to get you by. Personally, I'd love to see a 1900-2000 up there, but it's iffy. Based on how great I did on my essay, I'm afraid I might get dragged down a couple points. And by a couple I mean a lot... I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
The new spring TV season starts up soon, too. LOST is off the air now, only because it has to play catch-up from the writer's strike. The Office will be back soon, though, as will House and such. I'll just feel that much better knowing that they're on, and that TV is no longer a desolate wasteland of reality TV and pathetic game shows.
The fact that I had to wait an extra 10 minutes for my bus to pull into the parking lot brought me to the realization that I need to get my driver's license soon. Perhaps this weekend? Although, I've been saying "Perhaps this weekend" for the past month, so who knows. Even still, I'd rather not be a senior who rides the bus to school. No ifs, ands, or buts, nobody does that. So I guess I should look over the materials and stuff and ask my parents, and then proceed to wait in line at the DMV for five hours...
Finally, I'm hoping that tomorrow's entry is pretty big. Me and Fatty were going to go in and see the principal today, to ask him permission about doing our project, but he wasn't in. So we're going to go back in tomorrow, cross our fingers, and hope he's there. If he is there, and we do get the greenlight, then I'm going to pretty much tell everything that's going to happen. Alright then, see you around!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Number 17: Meet Kevin Johnson
Oh hey, look at that. It's an episode review! Wow! Haven't gotten one of these in a while.
So, cut to the chase. Meet Kevin Johnson was last night's episode of LOST, and the final one before the month-long hiatus in which the crew plays catch up in order to finish up the episodes that were interrupted as a result of the writer's strike. It was a Michael-centric episode, which normally would've meant that it would automatically be horrible, but surprisingly enough... it was good. The episode last night was actually good.
So, the basic gist of the episode is that the majority of it is Michael's narration to Sayid about what he's been up to since he killed two people and slinked off the Island like the dirty snake he is. He got back to the mainland (how really wasn't explained), and it seems that he's pretty miserable. So miserable, in fact, that he tries to kill himself several times throughout. He told his son that he killed Ana Lucia and Libby in order to save him (the stupid git), so now his son hates him. As he should! But with all his "WAAAAAAAAALT!" and whatnot, he's so depressed that he doesn't find a reason to live. And then walks in Tom, out of the blue, like a magician or something. He says that the Island won't let him die because he still has work to do. He must be telling the truth, because he survived a car crash and the gun he tried to kill himself with jammed.
So anyway, he meets Tom at his apartment, along with Arturo, Tom's partner. Yes folks, Tom is gay. Although we all could have expected that after he told Kate she "wasn't his type" last season. He says that there's a boat heading for the Island owned by a man named Widmore. Widmore wants the place all to himself, the greedy bastard, and will do anything to keep it hidden. He will even go as far as to stage a plane wreckage on the bottom of the ocean! Gasp! So Tom tells Michael that it's his mission to get on that boat and kill everyone on it, or else everyone on the Island will die.
Of course, Michael goes through with it. He's determined to get the job done, even if it means dying. But he still won't die. Seriously. He even has a bomb given to him on the boat, and when it's about to go off, a paper saying "NOT YET" pops up. So finally, good ol' Ben gives him a call, tells him that there are some people on the boat that are innocent. He tells him to give him a list of who's on the boat so that he can decide who can live and who can die, and that's pretty much the flashback.
Meanwhile, on the actual Island, while Danielle, Karl, and Alex are heading for the Temple, yet another Dharma Hatch, uhh... they die. Danielle and Karl are both shot and left for dead. Wait... what?!?
Yeah. Overall, it was a great episode, my second favorite of the season behind The Constant. Karl and Danielle aren't "confirmed dead" yet, and in all honesty I'd be surprised if they actually did kill off Danielle. She's been an important character these past four seasons, and her backstory really needs some retelling. Karl, however, can just go right ahead and die. Sorry, Blake Bashoff!
Episode Score: B+
So, cut to the chase. Meet Kevin Johnson was last night's episode of LOST, and the final one before the month-long hiatus in which the crew plays catch up in order to finish up the episodes that were interrupted as a result of the writer's strike. It was a Michael-centric episode, which normally would've meant that it would automatically be horrible, but surprisingly enough... it was good. The episode last night was actually good.
So, the basic gist of the episode is that the majority of it is Michael's narration to Sayid about what he's been up to since he killed two people and slinked off the Island like the dirty snake he is. He got back to the mainland (how really wasn't explained), and it seems that he's pretty miserable. So miserable, in fact, that he tries to kill himself several times throughout. He told his son that he killed Ana Lucia and Libby in order to save him (the stupid git), so now his son hates him. As he should! But with all his "WAAAAAAAAALT!" and whatnot, he's so depressed that he doesn't find a reason to live. And then walks in Tom, out of the blue, like a magician or something. He says that the Island won't let him die because he still has work to do. He must be telling the truth, because he survived a car crash and the gun he tried to kill himself with jammed.
So anyway, he meets Tom at his apartment, along with Arturo, Tom's partner. Yes folks, Tom is gay. Although we all could have expected that after he told Kate she "wasn't his type" last season. He says that there's a boat heading for the Island owned by a man named Widmore. Widmore wants the place all to himself, the greedy bastard, and will do anything to keep it hidden. He will even go as far as to stage a plane wreckage on the bottom of the ocean! Gasp! So Tom tells Michael that it's his mission to get on that boat and kill everyone on it, or else everyone on the Island will die.
Of course, Michael goes through with it. He's determined to get the job done, even if it means dying. But he still won't die. Seriously. He even has a bomb given to him on the boat, and when it's about to go off, a paper saying "NOT YET" pops up. So finally, good ol' Ben gives him a call, tells him that there are some people on the boat that are innocent. He tells him to give him a list of who's on the boat so that he can decide who can live and who can die, and that's pretty much the flashback.
Meanwhile, on the actual Island, while Danielle, Karl, and Alex are heading for the Temple, yet another Dharma Hatch, uhh... they die. Danielle and Karl are both shot and left for dead. Wait... what?!?
Yeah. Overall, it was a great episode, my second favorite of the season behind The Constant. Karl and Danielle aren't "confirmed dead" yet, and in all honesty I'd be surprised if they actually did kill off Danielle. She's been an important character these past four seasons, and her backstory really needs some retelling. Karl, however, can just go right ahead and die. Sorry, Blake Bashoff!
Episode Score: B+
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Number 16: Odds and Ends
Thursday, mmmhmm. Best day of the week by far. Why? Because LOST is on, and in a little less than a month, The Office will be on too. It'll be like a schmorgasborg (sp?) of television every week. The whole thing will be completely mindblowing! I'll just make some popcorn and see the schedule and be like, "Oh em gee, there's so much to watch!" And then I'll squeal like a little girl and sit down and watch for hours. It'll be so totally awesome.
Oh yeah, LOST is indeed on tonight. Final episode until the month long hiatus. Originally the season was just going to end here (boo hoo at that, for sure), but since the writer's strike has since been resolved, there'll be five more episodes premiering next month. Hooray for newness! Tonight we'll get an exposition of what that whore Michael has been up to these past two seasons, and hopefully he'll die.
Sorry, he really just needs to go. He's more clingy than... like... a spider. Ick.
Speaking of spiders, I made a movie today! And by made I mean shot. And by shot I mean filmed. It was a really nice script, written by my pretty much bff Kevin. Kudos to you Kevin, for making a script ten times better than the melancholy one I wrote last year. You totally deserve the A.
And on that note, I'm leaving for today. So yeah... bye.
Oh yeah, LOST is indeed on tonight. Final episode until the month long hiatus. Originally the season was just going to end here (boo hoo at that, for sure), but since the writer's strike has since been resolved, there'll be five more episodes premiering next month. Hooray for newness! Tonight we'll get an exposition of what that whore Michael has been up to these past two seasons, and hopefully he'll die.
Sorry, he really just needs to go. He's more clingy than... like... a spider. Ick.
Speaking of spiders, I made a movie today! And by made I mean shot. And by shot I mean filmed. It was a really nice script, written by my pretty much bff Kevin. Kudos to you Kevin, for making a script ten times better than the melancholy one I wrote last year. You totally deserve the A.
And on that note, I'm leaving for today. So yeah... bye.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Number 15: Enough Existentialism!
I've really had enough for one day.
Seriously, as if I don't think about it every minute of every single day, the whole "purpose" discussion was brought up in Psychology today too. Like, how we as adolescents live in a stormy and turbulent time in our lives, and how it's meant to find out place in society and such. I mean...well, it wasn't really phrased that way. It wasn't all like, "This is your life. Figure it out, or you die painfully and atrociously," but the way my brain works, that's kind of how it was interpreted. Or at least, what it lead onto.
I'd wanted to be a writer since 2nd grade, but upon the revelation that not all writers are successful and that most of them live in shoddy apartments living off of Maruchan Ramen, it's really been a career choice I've dropped. I'm not going to drop it completely, oh no. I love writing, but it isn't something that I'd like to base my life off of. If there was some sort of insta-success, I'd totally go for it, but I don't want to spend decades climbing up the ladder.
After that, around the time of middle school, I wanted to be a director. You know how the old saying goes, right? "Everybody wants to direct." Well, after some experience doing some amateur movies, I've noticed that it isn't all "Action!" and "Cut!" and such. It's really really hard work. Preparation and planning and mistakes and catastrophes and whatnot all follow you around if you're directing. You take one wrong step and the whole production is a bust. It's a magical field, one that I've interested myself in for years, but directing... really isn't my cup of tea. I'm not a leader anyway.
Just a couple years ago, my plan was to become a screenwriter, and still is... in a way. I like writing, and I like movies, and I'm sure as hell not directing, so why not take up the idea? If I can find a college class on it or something when I grow up, I'll totally take it. Besides, I've read and written scripts before, and I think it's a blast.
My current plan, as of this writing, is to become a lawyer. There's a few reasons why; number one, lawyers make money. In the thousands. If you're a writer, you have to write one real good piece in order to make that kind of money. If you're a lawyer, you make that kind of money regardless because people need you. Number two, I believe in justice. I believe in the court systems of today's modern world, and although I'm not with the sentiment that they can do no wrong, I do believe that they're some of the most righteous in the world. Number three, Phoenix Wright. Nuff said. Whether or not I'll be a prosecutor or a defense attorney or a specialized field is really up in the air, but law school is top priority right now.
If I was a defense attorney though... I've heard rumors that Gilbert wants to be a prosecutor. And that, my friends, would be an epic match-up, almost as awesome as a Wright v. Edgeworth court battle. Somebody, cue the theme music!
So that's my entry for today. I feel a whole lot better now. Writing is what I do to calm down. It lets me get stuff off of my chest, makes me feel good. Mmmhmm.
See you later, guys.
Seriously, as if I don't think about it every minute of every single day, the whole "purpose" discussion was brought up in Psychology today too. Like, how we as adolescents live in a stormy and turbulent time in our lives, and how it's meant to find out place in society and such. I mean...well, it wasn't really phrased that way. It wasn't all like, "This is your life. Figure it out, or you die painfully and atrociously," but the way my brain works, that's kind of how it was interpreted. Or at least, what it lead onto.
I'd wanted to be a writer since 2nd grade, but upon the revelation that not all writers are successful and that most of them live in shoddy apartments living off of Maruchan Ramen, it's really been a career choice I've dropped. I'm not going to drop it completely, oh no. I love writing, but it isn't something that I'd like to base my life off of. If there was some sort of insta-success, I'd totally go for it, but I don't want to spend decades climbing up the ladder.
After that, around the time of middle school, I wanted to be a director. You know how the old saying goes, right? "Everybody wants to direct." Well, after some experience doing some amateur movies, I've noticed that it isn't all "Action!" and "Cut!" and such. It's really really hard work. Preparation and planning and mistakes and catastrophes and whatnot all follow you around if you're directing. You take one wrong step and the whole production is a bust. It's a magical field, one that I've interested myself in for years, but directing... really isn't my cup of tea. I'm not a leader anyway.
Just a couple years ago, my plan was to become a screenwriter, and still is... in a way. I like writing, and I like movies, and I'm sure as hell not directing, so why not take up the idea? If I can find a college class on it or something when I grow up, I'll totally take it. Besides, I've read and written scripts before, and I think it's a blast.
My current plan, as of this writing, is to become a lawyer. There's a few reasons why; number one, lawyers make money. In the thousands. If you're a writer, you have to write one real good piece in order to make that kind of money. If you're a lawyer, you make that kind of money regardless because people need you. Number two, I believe in justice. I believe in the court systems of today's modern world, and although I'm not with the sentiment that they can do no wrong, I do believe that they're some of the most righteous in the world. Number three, Phoenix Wright. Nuff said. Whether or not I'll be a prosecutor or a defense attorney or a specialized field is really up in the air, but law school is top priority right now.
If I was a defense attorney though... I've heard rumors that Gilbert wants to be a prosecutor. And that, my friends, would be an epic match-up, almost as awesome as a Wright v. Edgeworth court battle. Somebody, cue the theme music!
So that's my entry for today. I feel a whole lot better now. Writing is what I do to calm down. It lets me get stuff off of my chest, makes me feel good. Mmmhmm.
See you later, guys.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Number 14: The Tuesday After
It should've been the Monday after, but since I've been playing Smash Bros. Brawl for six hours every day I haven't found the time. Maybe I'll just stow it away for a little bit, so that I can actually get some work does. Ha!
So yeah, the SATs are done. Ugh, it was pretty much the most grueling, excrutiating, atrocious six hours of my entire life. If you have taken them already, then I tip my hat at you for surviving them. If you haven't taken them already, I'll give you the only piece of advice I can give; pray. Pray that the gods of testing will have mercy on your soul. Oh, and you get 2 five minute breaks. Otherwise, non-stop testing. Yeah... just rotten. Really. Just. Rotten. And the feeling after the test is just complete and total mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion.
So other than that horrible topic...
Not much has really been going on. I've just been wasting my life away on Smash Bros. and doing whatever homework I need to do. Things like The Scarlet Letter and movie reviews for Film Studies. Some personal things with people, like movie making and whatnot, and a full day off on Friday for a government-instituted religious holiday, which is actually an oxymoron since we shouldn't be mixing church and state. Easter is this weekend as well, which ought to be fun since it'll be me, my mom, and my grandmother, all complaining about Bush, gas prices, and China. Yippee? And of course there's still the Queen of the Planet, the one thing that simultaneously brightens up my day and makes it that much darker. Ehhh... that's all I'm writing for now. If anything new comes up, it'll be in tomorrow's entry, which by the way will happen. Promise.
See you!
So yeah, the SATs are done. Ugh, it was pretty much the most grueling, excrutiating, atrocious six hours of my entire life. If you have taken them already, then I tip my hat at you for surviving them. If you haven't taken them already, I'll give you the only piece of advice I can give; pray. Pray that the gods of testing will have mercy on your soul. Oh, and you get 2 five minute breaks. Otherwise, non-stop testing. Yeah... just rotten. Really. Just. Rotten. And the feeling after the test is just complete and total mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion.
So other than that horrible topic...
Not much has really been going on. I've just been wasting my life away on Smash Bros. and doing whatever homework I need to do. Things like The Scarlet Letter and movie reviews for Film Studies. Some personal things with people, like movie making and whatnot, and a full day off on Friday for a government-instituted religious holiday, which is actually an oxymoron since we shouldn't be mixing church and state. Easter is this weekend as well, which ought to be fun since it'll be me, my mom, and my grandmother, all complaining about Bush, gas prices, and China. Yippee? And of course there's still the Queen of the Planet, the one thing that simultaneously brightens up my day and makes it that much darker. Ehhh... that's all I'm writing for now. If anything new comes up, it'll be in tomorrow's entry, which by the way will happen. Promise.
See you!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Number 13: The Night Before
So I have SATs tomorrow. This is pretty much all I know about the test:
Last night was the episode of LOST Ji Yeon, a Jin-Sun centric episode. It was good, better than the Juliet centric episode last week. The device of using the flashback and flashforward in the same episode was completely genius, in my opinion. It totally threw me off track, and screwed up my train of thought until the final moment of the episode. The deal with the boat is awfully mysterious as well, especially the appearance of Michael, quite possibly one of the most hated characters in the history of the show. No offense to you, Harold Perrineau, but I hope your character dies really soon. Seriously. Go away.
Final notes for today's blog; I finally beat Smash Bros. Brawl...kind of. I'm at the final level of the Adventure mode, and then after that it'll be just a little bit in order to capture the rest of the characters. My favorites right now are Dark Link, King Dedede, and R.O.B. I've been trying to use Peach like I did in Melee, but it isn't working too well. I'm fair with Wario as well, but the win percentage is crazy. It's really just based on luck with him.
Finally, apologies for not blogging this week. Uhh...Smash kind of took over my life. Was to be expected, I guess.
Well, see you next week!
- It's atrociously hard
- It takes upwards of five hours
- You get a ten minute break
- If you fail the SATs, you pretty much fail your entire life
Last night was the episode of LOST Ji Yeon, a Jin-Sun centric episode. It was good, better than the Juliet centric episode last week. The device of using the flashback and flashforward in the same episode was completely genius, in my opinion. It totally threw me off track, and screwed up my train of thought until the final moment of the episode. The deal with the boat is awfully mysterious as well, especially the appearance of Michael, quite possibly one of the most hated characters in the history of the show. No offense to you, Harold Perrineau, but I hope your character dies really soon. Seriously. Go away.
Final notes for today's blog; I finally beat Smash Bros. Brawl...kind of. I'm at the final level of the Adventure mode, and then after that it'll be just a little bit in order to capture the rest of the characters. My favorites right now are Dark Link, King Dedede, and R.O.B. I've been trying to use Peach like I did in Melee, but it isn't working too well. I'm fair with Wario as well, but the win percentage is crazy. It's really just based on luck with him.
Finally, apologies for not blogging this week. Uhh...Smash kind of took over my life. Was to be expected, I guess.
Well, see you next week!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Number 12: Longest Week Ever
SATs Saturday, which is fantastic.
Super Smash Bros. Brawl is in my Nintendo Wii, but I'm trying to not get addicted to it.
I still have homework to do on top of all of that.
And KJ's making a movie this weekend, so I have to prepare for that as well.
Kind of a full week, isn't it?!?!?
But in all seriousness, yeah. I have a crapload of stuff to do this week. I mean, in comparison to the ease that was CAPT week, anything is going to seem like a walk in the industrial park. So I guess the best thing that I can do right now is figure out how to balance it all out and get the best out of everything. After the end of the week, things should calm down considerably. Mmm hmm...
In all honesty, I played Smash for 6 hours straight again, and I've fallen behind in my homework. So I'm going to quickly finish up this post and just mention the THS Assassins game. I've gotten my target card, and I have no idea what to do next. Well...I kind of know who it is, but not completely. And how am I supposed to find this person, anyway? I mean, I'm not going to stalk them or anything... Unless that's the point of the game. I dunno... I'm sure everything'll become clear soon enough.
Super Smash Bros. Brawl is in my Nintendo Wii, but I'm trying to not get addicted to it.
I still have homework to do on top of all of that.
And KJ's making a movie this weekend, so I have to prepare for that as well.
Kind of a full week, isn't it?!?!?
But in all seriousness, yeah. I have a crapload of stuff to do this week. I mean, in comparison to the ease that was CAPT week, anything is going to seem like a walk in the industrial park. So I guess the best thing that I can do right now is figure out how to balance it all out and get the best out of everything. After the end of the week, things should calm down considerably. Mmm hmm...
In all honesty, I played Smash for 6 hours straight again, and I've fallen behind in my homework. So I'm going to quickly finish up this post and just mention the THS Assassins game. I've gotten my target card, and I have no idea what to do next. Well...I kind of know who it is, but not completely. And how am I supposed to find this person, anyway? I mean, I'm not going to stalk them or anything... Unless that's the point of the game. I dunno... I'm sure everything'll become clear soon enough.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Number 11: Second Verse, Same as the First
Wow. Time...sure does fly right by. I mean, it feels like it was just yesterday I was watching the E3 2006 trailer (thanks for the correction, Fatty) for Smash Bros. Brawl on my iPod, and now I'm playing it right on my own television. It's kind of bizarre, but it's also really fun. Seriously, when people said that this is one of the greatest games Nintendo has ever made, they weren't kidding. I could sit here for hours and be unable to think of a solid argument against this game. Unless you're some sort of Sony or Microsoft fanboy, that is...
But yeah, time is flying. I mean, it feels like just yesterday I was stepping into the halls of high school for the very first time, and today I'm reminded that prom is closing up. Dammit.
Of course, prom is a very important moment. Besides the classes and the friends and all that jazz, prom is really a defining moment of the high school experience, one that "you'll remember for the rest of your life." Certainly sounds important. Now, the question is, do I really want to go? The answer's kind of up in the air for me right now. In all honesty, I'd love to go to prom. Who wouldn't? It's the one time of the year when you get to just celebrate. Then again, based on what I've heard and seen, it's also the make-it-or-break-it moment of your high school social life. Everything and anything can happen on prom night. I get excited just thinking about it!
So the question is this: why am I unsure of whether or not I'm going?
Well, first of all, it's me you're talking to. Sebastian. Err...that more or less sums it all up. Is the thought self-deprecating? Yes, possibly. Is it true? Again, possibly.
There's still some time left, so it's definitely something to think about.
But yeah, time is flying. I mean, it feels like just yesterday I was stepping into the halls of high school for the very first time, and today I'm reminded that prom is closing up. Dammit.
Of course, prom is a very important moment. Besides the classes and the friends and all that jazz, prom is really a defining moment of the high school experience, one that "you'll remember for the rest of your life." Certainly sounds important. Now, the question is, do I really want to go? The answer's kind of up in the air for me right now. In all honesty, I'd love to go to prom. Who wouldn't? It's the one time of the year when you get to just celebrate. Then again, based on what I've heard and seen, it's also the make-it-or-break-it moment of your high school social life. Everything and anything can happen on prom night. I get excited just thinking about it!
So the question is this: why am I unsure of whether or not I'm going?
Well, first of all, it's me you're talking to. Sebastian. Err...that more or less sums it all up. Is the thought self-deprecating? Yes, possibly. Is it true? Again, possibly.
There's still some time left, so it's definitely something to think about.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Number 10: Quickie
Yeah, just as the title says.
CAPT Week is over, which means starting next week I'll have less free time, more homework, and SATs to look forward to the following Saturday. Certainly is going to suck, yeah, which is why I'll relish the good time that I have left over. I mean, yeah, I do enjoy school, but it's nice to get a break every once in a while.
Last night's episode of LOST was good, but it wasn't excellent. Then again, how can anything compare to The Constant, which was quite possibly one of the greatest episodes of television I have ever seen. The fact(?) that Charles Widmore is the one looking for the Island is bad news, though. Penelope and Desmond reuniting might be a bad idea now, because it'll only lead to the discovery of the Island by mankind and ultimately it's exploitation. Oh poopy. Oh, and ZOMG Michael's back next episode!
Not really any spoiler alert there, since everyone already knows.
That's pretty much that. It's only a day until the release of Super Smash Bros. Brawl, so I'd best leave and get prepared. I might even give a quick review when I come back next week. Well, have a nice weekend!
CAPT Week is over, which means starting next week I'll have less free time, more homework, and SATs to look forward to the following Saturday. Certainly is going to suck, yeah, which is why I'll relish the good time that I have left over. I mean, yeah, I do enjoy school, but it's nice to get a break every once in a while.
Last night's episode of LOST was good, but it wasn't excellent. Then again, how can anything compare to The Constant, which was quite possibly one of the greatest episodes of television I have ever seen. The fact(?) that Charles Widmore is the one looking for the Island is bad news, though. Penelope and Desmond reuniting might be a bad idea now, because it'll only lead to the discovery of the Island by mankind and ultimately it's exploitation. Oh poopy. Oh, and ZOMG Michael's back next episode!
Not really any spoiler alert there, since everyone already knows.
That's pretty much that. It's only a day until the release of Super Smash Bros. Brawl, so I'd best leave and get prepared. I might even give a quick review when I come back next week. Well, have a nice weekend!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Number 9: OMG SMASH BROS.!!110101!101!
I was going to save the "OMG SMASH BROS.!!!" article for tomorrow, but after listening to the newly remixed Mute City theme I'm just totally in the mood. OK, here it goes...
OMGOMGOMGOMG SMASHBROSSMASHBROS SUPER SMASH BROS. BRAWL IN THREE DAYS!!1110101001!!101!!!01101!!!
So now that I've gotten that out of my system, I just have to say that this weekend will be one of the greatest weekends of my entire life. I mean, I've been waiting for this game for three years. Three freaking years, going through two delays for a total of four months, and it's finally here. When I first saw the trailer for the game back in E3 2005, I didn't think that a game that incredibly awesome could ever be playable. I thought that it would always be something that I could plan for, never really play.
And now, at midnight this Saturday, I will be able to give the cashier at GameStop fifty dollars tender and be able to hold the game in my very own hands.
People who read this might thinking, "So what? It's just a stupid video game." And I guess I'm here to tell them that they're absolutely wrong. Super Smash Bros. Brawl is being called one of the best, if not the best, game that will ever come our for the Wii. It's even being heralded as one of the greatest Nintendo games ever made. It's getting perfect or near-perfect scores on every single review, and there has been virtually no negative comments for this game. It's about as perfect as you can ever hope to get.
Super Smash Bros. Melee was the best selling game for the Nintendo Gamecube, by and far. Wanna know why? It's replay ability. Despite the fact that it came out in 2001, people have been playing the game for years. It's so complex, so hectic, so unpredictable that it's even become a staple of competitive gaming. With Brawl out, and the massive popularity of the Nintendo Wii, Brawl may end up being one of the best selling and most competitive games ever created.
I'm not taking these comments lightly. They're all true, and I know for a fact that March 9th will be one of the best days ever.
ANYONE WHO HAS A WII NEEDS THIS GAME.
Case closed.
OMGOMGOMGOMG SMASHBROSSMASHBROS SUPER SMASH BROS. BRAWL IN THREE DAYS!!1110101001!!101!!!01101!!!
So now that I've gotten that out of my system, I just have to say that this weekend will be one of the greatest weekends of my entire life. I mean, I've been waiting for this game for three years. Three freaking years, going through two delays for a total of four months, and it's finally here. When I first saw the trailer for the game back in E3 2005, I didn't think that a game that incredibly awesome could ever be playable. I thought that it would always be something that I could plan for, never really play.
And now, at midnight this Saturday, I will be able to give the cashier at GameStop fifty dollars tender and be able to hold the game in my very own hands.
People who read this might thinking, "So what? It's just a stupid video game." And I guess I'm here to tell them that they're absolutely wrong. Super Smash Bros. Brawl is being called one of the best, if not the best, game that will ever come our for the Wii. It's even being heralded as one of the greatest Nintendo games ever made. It's getting perfect or near-perfect scores on every single review, and there has been virtually no negative comments for this game. It's about as perfect as you can ever hope to get.
Super Smash Bros. Melee was the best selling game for the Nintendo Gamecube, by and far. Wanna know why? It's replay ability. Despite the fact that it came out in 2001, people have been playing the game for years. It's so complex, so hectic, so unpredictable that it's even become a staple of competitive gaming. With Brawl out, and the massive popularity of the Nintendo Wii, Brawl may end up being one of the best selling and most competitive games ever created.
I'm not taking these comments lightly. They're all true, and I know for a fact that March 9th will be one of the best days ever.
ANYONE WHO HAS A WII NEEDS THIS GAME.
Case closed.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Number 8: Ambivalence
Never has a truer word been spoken to describe my feelings for her. I discovered it not too long ago, reading a vocab lesson in English class. I went and looked up the definition in the dictionary the next day, looked at it, and thought, "So...is that what it is?"
It's been over five years since it began. Five years, can you believe it? I mean, it feels like it was just yesterday when I was staring at her name on the note card at the seat next to mine, trying to pull up a face to match, and failing. And I mean, I didn't know what I was doing...I mean, well...I did. I was aware of what I was doing, but I didn't think that it'd ever come to this.
And there's been so much behind it all, going back there, thinking about all the little things that have happened, all the atrocities that have occurred, all the people that I've hurt and that have hurt me. There are those who believe they know the whole story and can just stick with that, but those are the people who don't deserve to know. Those are the people who will never know.
But maybe they're right. Maybe the story isn't as complicated as I make it seem, and that the entire scenario boils down to one point. Maybe the scene that I see in my mind is just that; my imagination. It could just be, "You liked a girl, she didn't like you back, but you refused to believe that." I'd rather it not be like that, but as time passes by that idea becomes more and more apparent and plausible.
And then five years passed. Five whole years...
I've grown to the point where I need her just to get through the day. I'll go out of my way just to catch a glimpse, just a hint, just a second, and then I'm fine. I can smile for an hour or so, replaying it over again in my mind's eye. It's a sensation that anyone can relate to; just imagine something you love. The feeling that you get when you see it, that rush, that quickness of breath; whether it be a person, an activity, or a time of year. That complete and utter euphoria... I hear her laugh, see her smile, and I just feel like everything is fine.
Then I go home and feel guilty. I feel guilty because I know it isn't right, I feel guilty because I know she hates it, and I feel guilty because I know that, no matter how much I tremble and cry after that hour or so of euphoria, no matter how much I hate myself afterwards for it...I'm going to go and do it again tomorrow.
I remember when I'd gotten out of middle school, I thought that someday this would all just be a dream and that she and I could laugh about it, together. And that was three years ago. At least now I'm mature enough to realize that the two of us will never be able to laugh about it. Hell, I'm not even sure it's a subject worth laughing over.
And her? Well...she's doing fine. Of course I'm the one who'd know.
- Main Entry:
- am·biv·a·lence
- Pronunciation:
- \am-ˈbi-və-lən(t)s\
- Function:
- noun
- Etymology:
- International Scientific Vocabulary
- Date:
- 1918
1: simultaneous and contradictory attitudes or feelings (as attraction and repulsion) toward an object, person, or action
2 a: continual fluctuation (as between one thing and its opposite) b: uncertainty as to which approach to follow
It's been over five years since it began. Five years, can you believe it? I mean, it feels like it was just yesterday when I was staring at her name on the note card at the seat next to mine, trying to pull up a face to match, and failing. And I mean, I didn't know what I was doing...I mean, well...I did. I was aware of what I was doing, but I didn't think that it'd ever come to this.
And there's been so much behind it all, going back there, thinking about all the little things that have happened, all the atrocities that have occurred, all the people that I've hurt and that have hurt me. There are those who believe they know the whole story and can just stick with that, but those are the people who don't deserve to know. Those are the people who will never know.
But maybe they're right. Maybe the story isn't as complicated as I make it seem, and that the entire scenario boils down to one point. Maybe the scene that I see in my mind is just that; my imagination. It could just be, "You liked a girl, she didn't like you back, but you refused to believe that." I'd rather it not be like that, but as time passes by that idea becomes more and more apparent and plausible.
And then five years passed. Five whole years...
I've grown to the point where I need her just to get through the day. I'll go out of my way just to catch a glimpse, just a hint, just a second, and then I'm fine. I can smile for an hour or so, replaying it over again in my mind's eye. It's a sensation that anyone can relate to; just imagine something you love. The feeling that you get when you see it, that rush, that quickness of breath; whether it be a person, an activity, or a time of year. That complete and utter euphoria... I hear her laugh, see her smile, and I just feel like everything is fine.
Then I go home and feel guilty. I feel guilty because I know it isn't right, I feel guilty because I know she hates it, and I feel guilty because I know that, no matter how much I tremble and cry after that hour or so of euphoria, no matter how much I hate myself afterwards for it...I'm going to go and do it again tomorrow.
And her? Well...she's doing fine. Of course I'm the one who'd know.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Number 7: Klavier Gavin Fan Club
We need one. We really do. In all seriousness, if the Gavineers were a real band, I would totally go to every one of their shows because Klavier Gavin is so badass. It's incredible and indescribable. Whoo!
So it's the second day of CAPT Week. Had to make a speech today, uh huh, on free speech. Wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be, in all seriousness. I spoke way too fast though, but Morrison wasn't looking for points on how we spoke, just on what we spoke about. She said I got everything that was needed, so that's good enough for me. Just another piece of work finished off. Mmm hmm... Tomorrow is more of the same; hour long classes, come home to a nice sandwich and a can of cola, then check up on my facebook and watch some Evangelion. It's sort of boring for me, but it's a lot better than actually doing some work.
I wish I could play the guitar. All cool people play the guitar, you ever notice that? I mean, really just think about it for a second. Have you ever met a really lame person who played the guitar? Obviously not; a guitar is just a golden ticket to awesomeness. This law (Guitar = Awesome) is so greatly represented in the Guitar Hero series. You can't really play the guitar, but if you could this is what it'd sound like. And then you can hear those awesome licks and riffs and solos and you can't help but go, "Oh yeah, I'm badass. Josh Holloway, eat your heart out." Which is probably why it's becoming one of the most popular franchises to ever hit consoles and one of the greatest party games ever invented.
I've really run out of things to ramble about, so I'm just gonna end it here by acknowledging the THS Assassins game that was created by Tuller and Barbero literally hours ago. It sounds really cool, and since I am a ninja, it should be a cinch for me to win. Ha! But seriously, awesome awesome idea. Hoping that it really explodes come next week.
Well, that's all to rant about today. See ya later!
So it's the second day of CAPT Week. Had to make a speech today, uh huh, on free speech. Wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be, in all seriousness. I spoke way too fast though, but Morrison wasn't looking for points on how we spoke, just on what we spoke about. She said I got everything that was needed, so that's good enough for me. Just another piece of work finished off. Mmm hmm... Tomorrow is more of the same; hour long classes, come home to a nice sandwich and a can of cola, then check up on my facebook and watch some Evangelion. It's sort of boring for me, but it's a lot better than actually doing some work.
I wish I could play the guitar. All cool people play the guitar, you ever notice that? I mean, really just think about it for a second. Have you ever met a really lame person who played the guitar? Obviously not; a guitar is just a golden ticket to awesomeness. This law (Guitar = Awesome) is so greatly represented in the Guitar Hero series. You can't really play the guitar, but if you could this is what it'd sound like. And then you can hear those awesome licks and riffs and solos and you can't help but go, "Oh yeah, I'm badass. Josh Holloway, eat your heart out." Which is probably why it's becoming one of the most popular franchises to ever hit consoles and one of the greatest party games ever invented.
I've really run out of things to ramble about, so I'm just gonna end it here by acknowledging the THS Assassins game that was created by Tuller and Barbero literally hours ago. It sounds really cool, and since I am a ninja, it should be a cinch for me to win. Ha! But seriously, awesome awesome idea. Hoping that it really explodes come next week.
Well, that's all to rant about today. See ya later!
Monday, March 3, 2008
Number 6: Blogging is More Fun than Homework
I'm supposed to be writing a paper, but I kind of weighed my options, and decided that blogging is way more fun than writing. Oh yeah...procrastination is so much fun. So the rest of today's entry is going to be filled with odds and ends, because I can't exactly think of a topic right now.
Visit Galbadia Hotel for all your video game and anime mp3 needs! One of the largest selections on the web, and a lot safer than using LimeWire, which'll eventually get you virus'd. I managed to get some awesome Fullmetal Alchemist music, some stuff from Rurouni Kenshin, and several tracks from the Gyakuten Saiban Orchestra album. Pretty boss stuff there.
Galbadia Hotel
It's CAPT Week, which means I get to come home four hours earlier than I normally do. I'll probably get to finish up Neon Genesis Evangelion this week, as well as complete Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice. NGE is an excellent series; anyone who likes anime who hasn't seen it is really missing out, just a staple of the medium. Taken from the blurb on the back of the box, "It's to anime what Harry Potter is to books and what Star Wars is to film." It's entirely true. Ace Attorney is one of the greatest series to ever come out for the Nintendo DS. Not even opinion, it's fact. The story is excellent, all of the characters are amazing, and there is nothing on this earth more fun than screaming "Objection!!!" Nothing.
This is pretty much one of the best songs ever.
And finally, six days until Super Smash Bros. Brawl.
K BYE!
Visit Galbadia Hotel for all your video game and anime mp3 needs! One of the largest selections on the web, and a lot safer than using LimeWire, which'll eventually get you virus'd. I managed to get some awesome Fullmetal Alchemist music, some stuff from Rurouni Kenshin, and several tracks from the Gyakuten Saiban Orchestra album. Pretty boss stuff there.
Galbadia Hotel
It's CAPT Week, which means I get to come home four hours earlier than I normally do. I'll probably get to finish up Neon Genesis Evangelion this week, as well as complete Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice. NGE is an excellent series; anyone who likes anime who hasn't seen it is really missing out, just a staple of the medium. Taken from the blurb on the back of the box, "It's to anime what Harry Potter is to books and what Star Wars is to film." It's entirely true. Ace Attorney is one of the greatest series to ever come out for the Nintendo DS. Not even opinion, it's fact. The story is excellent, all of the characters are amazing, and there is nothing on this earth more fun than screaming "Objection!!!" Nothing.
This is pretty much one of the best songs ever.
And finally, six days until Super Smash Bros. Brawl.
K BYE!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Number 5: The Constant
My first review! Hooray hooray! If there could be fanfare there would be, but I'm still a relative n00b at this. So, instead I'll just get right to the review.
LOST - SEASON 4 - EPISODE 5 - THE CONSTANT
Perfect television, if I do say so myself. Quite possibly one of the greatest episodes in the entire history of the series. For a show known for being ambiguous, convoluted, and downright frustrating at times, I felt like the episode progressed smoothly and answered all of the questions that it had been given. Here's a quick synopsis of Desmond Hume's titular episode:
Desmond's mind went back in time after being exposed to the hatch explosion at the end of season two. That's how we got that trippy episode when he went "back in time" during season three. However, this time Desmond actually did go back in time, at least his consciousness did.
According to Daniel Faraday, resident physicist and time-traveler, the Desmond Hume that exists now is the mind of the Desmond Hume from 1996, and is caught in the time-space vortex and is continually switching between the two time periods. If he doesn't find some sort of constant (episode title!), something that is the same in both periods, then his mind will be so confused as to the entire quantum leap thing that his brain will implode and he will die.
Luckily enough, Desmond is able to get a hold of Penelope Widmore, his girlfriend who hates him in the past and loves him in the present. By forming the bridge of the relation of this very important person, Desmond is able to regain his senses and solidify himself in the time-space continuum.
Conveniently enough, here is a link to what I believe to be the greatest moment in LOST history.
Desmond Contacts Penny
If you did not cry after watching that scene, then you have no soul.
This is what television is. This is the amazing power that is has to move us, to bring us to tears, to make us feel so happy. Reality television can go die painfully because this is why I watch television. This is the experience.
Final Grade: A+
And finally, the absolutely perfect song to complement the episode:
Very Epic Song
That's it for today. I won't be updating on weekends, so see you next week!
LOST - SEASON 4 - EPISODE 5 - THE CONSTANT
Perfect television, if I do say so myself. Quite possibly one of the greatest episodes in the entire history of the series. For a show known for being ambiguous, convoluted, and downright frustrating at times, I felt like the episode progressed smoothly and answered all of the questions that it had been given. Here's a quick synopsis of Desmond Hume's titular episode:
Desmond's mind went back in time after being exposed to the hatch explosion at the end of season two. That's how we got that trippy episode when he went "back in time" during season three. However, this time Desmond actually did go back in time, at least his consciousness did.
According to Daniel Faraday, resident physicist and time-traveler, the Desmond Hume that exists now is the mind of the Desmond Hume from 1996, and is caught in the time-space vortex and is continually switching between the two time periods. If he doesn't find some sort of constant (episode title!), something that is the same in both periods, then his mind will be so confused as to the entire quantum leap thing that his brain will implode and he will die.
Luckily enough, Desmond is able to get a hold of Penelope Widmore, his girlfriend who hates him in the past and loves him in the present. By forming the bridge of the relation of this very important person, Desmond is able to regain his senses and solidify himself in the time-space continuum.
Conveniently enough, here is a link to what I believe to be the greatest moment in LOST history.
Desmond Contacts Penny
If you did not cry after watching that scene, then you have no soul.
This is what television is. This is the amazing power that is has to move us, to bring us to tears, to make us feel so happy. Reality television can go die painfully because this is why I watch television. This is the experience.
Final Grade: A+
And finally, the absolutely perfect song to complement the episode:
Very Epic Song
That's it for today. I won't be updating on weekends, so see you next week!
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Number 4: Deep Breath In And...
Deep breath out. I was going to go into a long, hate-filled rant about how the world is filled with pompous, insensitive, egotistical scum, but I already wrote something slightly upsetting yesterday. I figured that if I just turned the blog into a pity party nobody would ever read it, and that's true. So I guess I'll just get this out of the way right now, really quick:
Just because you play football, just because you shop at Abercrombie & Fitch, and just because you can slide by classes by being "funny" and a wise ass doesn't make you any better than anyone else.
Now, onto the not-rant.
I want to write a script and make a movie really badly right now. Like, really really badly. And it was all because of the line that I saw in my favorite Internet show, Yu-gi-Oh! The Abridged Series. Thank you, LittleKuriboh, for making such a wonderfully hilarious conglomeration of children's card games and pop culture references. It's in this one episode that I heard a conversation that went like this:
Just because you play football, just because you shop at Abercrombie & Fitch, and just because you can slide by classes by being "funny" and a wise ass doesn't make you any better than anyone else.
Now, onto the not-rant.
I want to write a script and make a movie really badly right now. Like, really really badly. And it was all because of the line that I saw in my favorite Internet show, Yu-gi-Oh! The Abridged Series. Thank you, LittleKuriboh, for making such a wonderfully hilarious conglomeration of children's card games and pop culture references. It's in this one episode that I heard a conversation that went like this:
Tristan
I've been thinking, I don't know about you two, but I'm not happy being just a minor character. All we do is stand in the background and watch people play card games. It's time we took matters into our own hands and made names for ourselves as main characters.
Tea
That's dangerous talk, Tristan. We can't risk upsetting the natural order, who knows what could happen.
Tristan
I don't care. All I know is that we deserve to have our very own episode, and while the main characters are asleep, we're going to have an adventure. It'll be just like The Goonies!
Bakura
Can I be Corey Feldman?
Tristan
No. I'm Corey Feldman.
Bakura
But you're always Corey Feldman! When do I get to be Corey Feldman?
Tristan
Shut up! From now on your name is Chunk.
Tea
Can I be River Phoenix?
Tristan
River Phoenix wasn't in The Goonies.
Tea
He wasn't? Then which was the movie where they all went to find a dead body?
Tristan
...that's Stand by Me.
Tea
Oh...hey guys, can we go find a dead body?
Tristan
That sounds like an adventure to me!
I've been thinking, I don't know about you two, but I'm not happy being just a minor character. All we do is stand in the background and watch people play card games. It's time we took matters into our own hands and made names for ourselves as main characters.
Tea
That's dangerous talk, Tristan. We can't risk upsetting the natural order, who knows what could happen.
Tristan
I don't care. All I know is that we deserve to have our very own episode, and while the main characters are asleep, we're going to have an adventure. It'll be just like The Goonies!
Bakura
Can I be Corey Feldman?
Tristan
No. I'm Corey Feldman.
Bakura
But you're always Corey Feldman! When do I get to be Corey Feldman?
Tristan
Shut up! From now on your name is Chunk.
Tea
Can I be River Phoenix?
Tristan
River Phoenix wasn't in The Goonies.
Tea
He wasn't? Then which was the movie where they all went to find a dead body?
Tristan
...that's Stand by Me.
Tea
Oh...hey guys, can we go find a dead body?
Tristan
That sounds like an adventure to me!
I remember watching that scene and thinking, "That was so incredibly awesome," and then thinking, "That would be a great opening to a movie." So now, for some reason, I seem to want to do a movie on it. I really don't care what, where, or when the movie is, as long as it has that scene somewhere in there I want to do it. Seriously.
If anyone has any ideas, let me know. I'll be thinking about it for a while, and if I come up with any ideas I'll post them here.
Oh, and for those who want it, here's a YouTube link to the episode itself.
Episode 16: Fanservice
If anyone has any ideas, let me know. I'll be thinking about it for a while, and if I come up with any ideas I'll post them here.
Oh, and for those who want it, here's a YouTube link to the episode itself.
Episode 16: Fanservice
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Number 3: Hedgehog's Dilemma
The closer you become, the more you hurt. Is it true, or is it the sort of thing that you're just imagining? You don't want it to be true, and yet that's why you fear it. That fear and that paranoia set in so much that you don't do anything on account of what might happen. That "might" restricts you, and holds you back from what you could be doing.
You go on into the store and your heart is racing because she might be there. She might be in one aisle, or standing in a corner, or waiting at a register, and you just prepare yourself for that possibility. And you wait, and wait, and it makes every second that much longer. And you feel the air grow thicker and your shirt begins to stick to you from the cold sweat you're trapped in. You think you hear her voice, you turn around, hopeful and fearful, and she isn't there. You buy what you need, pass through the door and leave, and you're shaking. You're putting the bags into the backseat of the car and you can't help but tremble because she wasn't there.
You want to see her because you need to see her. You don't want to see her you're scared of her. You slip between the two extremes constantly.
The farther you are, the more you need. The closer you are, the more you hurt. Such is the hedgehog's dilemma.
You go on into the store and your heart is racing because she might be there. She might be in one aisle, or standing in a corner, or waiting at a register, and you just prepare yourself for that possibility. And you wait, and wait, and it makes every second that much longer. And you feel the air grow thicker and your shirt begins to stick to you from the cold sweat you're trapped in. You think you hear her voice, you turn around, hopeful and fearful, and she isn't there. You buy what you need, pass through the door and leave, and you're shaking. You're putting the bags into the backseat of the car and you can't help but tremble because she wasn't there.
You want to see her because you need to see her. You don't want to see her you're scared of her. You slip between the two extremes constantly.
The farther you are, the more you need. The closer you are, the more you hurt. Such is the hedgehog's dilemma.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Number 2: Hooray for Mental Scarring!
This conversation has been carried onward through multiple forms of conversation, and I figured it'd only be right to bring it up here.
During the writer's strike, the television executives of Hollywood had to rely upon the lowest form of entertainment in order to achieve their ratings: reality television. Several horrible shows were spawned through the strike, including, but not limited to: My Big Redneck Wedding, My Dad is Better than Your Dad, Farmer Needs a Wife (I kid you not), and finally, The Moment of Truth.
It seems to me that our country has degraded enough so that the purpose of reality television is to watch other people suffer, and Moment of Truth is an excellent example of this. In the show, people are hooked up to lie detectors and must answer questions truthfully for money. Unfortunately, all of the questions are about the vict-err, contestant's personal life, and with their loved ones sitting in the audience, there's a lot more than money on the line.
But here's the thing; the people on this show really want the money. I mean, so much that they are willing to put their marriage on the line in order to win the $500,000. Oh, and did I mention that if you ever happen to answer a question falsely, you lose the game and all the money you've collected?
When the questions are things like, "Do you know anything about your mother that your father doesn't," "Have you ever stolen money from the bank you work at," and "If your ex-boyfriend wanted to get back together with you, would you leave your husband for him," you're pretty much risking your entire life.
And then you lose...basically. You do win a wonderful consolation prize: divorce papers!
It just saddens me that humanity has sunken to this level of low, and that the show has enough ratings to keep it on the air. Uggh...thank goodness the writer's are back.
So that's pretty much it for today's post. If you're reading this, feel free to comment! Later!
During the writer's strike, the television executives of Hollywood had to rely upon the lowest form of entertainment in order to achieve their ratings: reality television. Several horrible shows were spawned through the strike, including, but not limited to: My Big Redneck Wedding, My Dad is Better than Your Dad, Farmer Needs a Wife (I kid you not), and finally, The Moment of Truth.
It seems to me that our country has degraded enough so that the purpose of reality television is to watch other people suffer, and Moment of Truth is an excellent example of this. In the show, people are hooked up to lie detectors and must answer questions truthfully for money. Unfortunately, all of the questions are about the vict-err, contestant's personal life, and with their loved ones sitting in the audience, there's a lot more than money on the line.
But here's the thing; the people on this show really want the money. I mean, so much that they are willing to put their marriage on the line in order to win the $500,000. Oh, and did I mention that if you ever happen to answer a question falsely, you lose the game and all the money you've collected?
When the questions are things like, "Do you know anything about your mother that your father doesn't," "Have you ever stolen money from the bank you work at," and "If your ex-boyfriend wanted to get back together with you, would you leave your husband for him," you're pretty much risking your entire life.
And then you lose...basically. You do win a wonderful consolation prize: divorce papers!
It just saddens me that humanity has sunken to this level of low, and that the show has enough ratings to keep it on the air. Uggh...thank goodness the writer's are back.
So that's pretty much it for today's post. If you're reading this, feel free to comment! Later!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Number 1: Why I Decided to Blog
So, hey. Thanks for stopping by.
If you're reading this, it means you were nice enough to come and check this place out. I don't really say that much in school, but outside of school it's near impossible to shut me up. I figured if there was going to be a place to talk, I might as well call it my own. So, this is where I'll be publishing my thoughts for a while, an undetermined amount of time as of now. I don't know how long this thing'll last, but I'd like it to keep going for a while.
And so, I figured I'd post something here in the first article called The Blogger's Code of Conduct. It was established by Tim O'Reily (among others) last year, and I felt like it deserved a place in this establishment somewhere.
That's pretty much it for now. Later!
If you're reading this, it means you were nice enough to come and check this place out. I don't really say that much in school, but outside of school it's near impossible to shut me up. I figured if there was going to be a place to talk, I might as well call it my own. So, this is where I'll be publishing my thoughts for a while, an undetermined amount of time as of now. I don't know how long this thing'll last, but I'd like it to keep going for a while.
And so, I figured I'd post something here in the first article called The Blogger's Code of Conduct. It was established by Tim O'Reily (among others) last year, and I felt like it deserved a place in this establishment somewhere.
- Take responsibility not just for your own words, but for the comments you allow on your blog.
- Label your tolerance level for abusive comments.
- Consider eliminating anonymous comments.
- Ignore the trolls.
- Take the conversation offline, and talk directly, or find an intermediary who can do so.
- If you know someone who is behaving badly, tell them so.
- Don't say anything online that you wouldn't say in person.
That's pretty much it for now. Later!
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