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!
Monday, March 31, 2008
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!
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