...
I keep thinking I should quit my program at school since I don't like it and I don't like where it's potentially leading me.
I feel very lonely here.
I'm a girl, asking to hang out with a guy seems... awkward to me.
All my friends are guys. I don't really feel close to any of them, but I wish there was someone among them that I could hang with or really talk to.
I miss my friends back home.
I miss home.
I've never liked it here. I've tried to, but you can only go so long feeling trapped inside a shell before you want to burst.
I don't like my school.
I don't like my classes.
I don't like this city.
But what else do I have?
Signed,
Depressed.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
i miss my friends...
well that's nothing new I suppose, but y'know, when you logon to facebook and see all these photos of your friends doing happy fun summer things while you're in another damn province doing school work... it's depressing :(
I wish I were home instead of here, alone and angry at the people around me.
It's also way too hot to think here. Stupid Vancouver weather. ><
I wish I were home instead of here, alone and angry at the people around me.
It's also way too hot to think here. Stupid Vancouver weather. ><
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
animal crossing politics...
...so wow, things actually happen in this game.
My neighbor Baabara had a fight with Cyrano who lives next to her and now he's so upset that he's moving.
Chief and Bunnie have become ridiculously close as they both wear the same shirt and Bunnie has adopted Chief's nickname for me, "Snappy J." They're the only two in the whole town who call me that. And apparently, town gossip thinks they should be a couple, but Chief seems to think he may have chemistry with me which scares him (wait, he's scared? What about me?!).
I'm now friends with Sable who works in the clothing store, and usually doesn't talk to anyone.
Oh and I just paid 3,000 bells for life insurance to a shady looking mole named Lyle who spent most of today hanging around my house in a suspicious manner.
...
what the hell.
I'm not complaining, but I certainly didn't expect characters to really interact with each other like this. I always assumed that beyond the tiny conversations you may witness them having that they weren't all too aware of each other. In fact, I assumed those convos with the characters that went along the lines of "You know how animalA and animalB seem to get along so well?" just had characters randomly inserting names from people who lived in the town.
I gotta say, I'm actually kinda impressed at the AI programming here. I would have loved to see them push it farther, so that say, if you wrote to Rod and mentioned Baabara, then Rod would reply with a letter about Baabara. They could defs script that.
But anyways, I should probably do something more productive with my time, like, I dunno, do Level Design II homework... Maybe.
My neighbor Baabara had a fight with Cyrano who lives next to her and now he's so upset that he's moving.
Chief and Bunnie have become ridiculously close as they both wear the same shirt and Bunnie has adopted Chief's nickname for me, "Snappy J." They're the only two in the whole town who call me that. And apparently, town gossip thinks they should be a couple, but Chief seems to think he may have chemistry with me which scares him (wait, he's scared? What about me?!).
I'm now friends with Sable who works in the clothing store, and usually doesn't talk to anyone.
Oh and I just paid 3,000 bells for life insurance to a shady looking mole named Lyle who spent most of today hanging around my house in a suspicious manner.
...
what the hell.
I'm not complaining, but I certainly didn't expect characters to really interact with each other like this. I always assumed that beyond the tiny conversations you may witness them having that they weren't all too aware of each other. In fact, I assumed those convos with the characters that went along the lines of "You know how animalA and animalB seem to get along so well?" just had characters randomly inserting names from people who lived in the town.
I gotta say, I'm actually kinda impressed at the AI programming here. I would have loved to see them push it farther, so that say, if you wrote to Rod and mentioned Baabara, then Rod would reply with a letter about Baabara. They could defs script that.
But anyways, I should probably do something more productive with my time, like, I dunno, do Level Design II homework... Maybe.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
returning to hell and becoming a platformer goddess...
...
SO I'm back in Vancouver now after a two week break back home. YAY.
I just got back in yesterday and I already want to kill everyone I live with, though this is partially because I'm PMSing and therefore feel like the epitome of miserable.
It seems to be a thing with me that the whole PMS jazz has uncanny timing in when it strikes, since it always seems to occur when I'm going through tough times, making them WORSE.
Returning to this tiny ghost house is never any fun for me. No one's been home since I've been here other than good ol' Frank... yaaaaaaay. He hasn't destroyed the house in my absence though thankfully. He does however, play loud music when he's here, and it's all particularly mainstream to the point that I want to smash his head against a wall. Again, PMSing here.
It's as if God hand-picked the type of person I would never associate with in highschool and then put him in the same house as me in order to torture me "for the lulz." THAT'S RIGHT -GOD'S LAUGHING.
Oh and my female roomie, Hiwot, decided since I wasn't using my space in the fridge (for uh, obvious reasons since I wasn't HERE), that she would use it instead so I came only to find that I barely had any room for groceries. NOT too pleased with that. She has a tendency to move her stuff in on my space if I leave it unused which kind of irritates me. She works late so I haven't seen her yet, but when I do I'm gonna have to talk to her about the fridge space at the least.
There's also another fuckin ant colony in the house (though thankfully no mosquitoes... yet) and I managed to get bad oil burns all over my right arm after a retarded panicky attempt at cooking chicken in hot oil. I tend to freak out and just drop the meat into the pan which usually doesn't cause problems unless I have too much oil in the pan and it... well yeah.
I had too much oil in the pan.
Best part of this is that the whole experience is essentially the same as adding insult to injury since I not only feel intense friggin PAIN, but I also feel like a goddamn moron.
That's basically the sum of misery that I'm willing to express right now.
The good news is, my new PS3 is up and running, I got Prince of Persia for it and it is AWESOME, and I got Animal Crossing for my DS because my siblings have it so... peer pressure.
Also, two days before my flight back, I beat Psychonauts on PS2. It was a fantastic experience and I'll have to put that game into my hall of fame for greatest games ever. I think I beat it a day too early cuz I didn't know what to do with myself the day after but WHATEVER.
I wanted to write a full review of the game or some shiz, but um, I'll just summarize:
It's a good game, but it's not flawless. The game was the first of a new company at its release so it naturally lacks the polish a bigger company could pull off. It's very glitchy, to the point that sometimes the BG Music stops running, or it literally freezes up. In particular, my biggest gripe is the mechanic behind jumping off poles and walls and such -it's not very reliable, I recall spending hours in the Waterloo level just trying to get onto a rooftop of a building from a flag pole but having severe difficulty since the pole seemed to rarely be in the mood for allowing me to double-jump. This came back to haunt me again in the final level which I've learned many gamers have complained about -The Meat Circus. Only one part though: a friggin circle of floating fences ON FIRE that you had to jump to and climb to continue. The camera would always work against you here, and angling the character's jump just right took more luck than skill -I finally passed this part by accidentally climbing the wrong side of the fences.
Judging by the credits, it looks like their QA department included or just was "an army of volunteer testers" so that may explain why so many bugs escaped into production.
Despite this though, getting through all of that makes you feel like something of a platforming master, I even read a comment on one forum where a guy said he felt like a platforming god by the end.
And he's right, I sucked at the game when first I started but by the end I pretty much mastered the controls, so in a sense I think I could say I'm a Platformer Goddess or at least feel like one. That doesn't get my any trophies though (damn).
It's a colorful game that makes you really care about the characters and feel connected to the main character Raz as if he were a really close friend, or an alternate you. The game looked like the team behind it had a lot of creative freedom and had fun making it, or at least that's what I'd like to imagine. Despite its flaws, the game really draws you in and puts a big childish grin on your face -it's more fun than most games I've played as of late. It continually surprised and delighted me, giving me a whole lot of "No way! Awesome!" moments that I wish more games could give.
Okay, rant over. No seriously, I'm done. I got nothing.
RAH.
SO I'm back in Vancouver now after a two week break back home. YAY.
I just got back in yesterday and I already want to kill everyone I live with, though this is partially because I'm PMSing and therefore feel like the epitome of miserable.
It seems to be a thing with me that the whole PMS jazz has uncanny timing in when it strikes, since it always seems to occur when I'm going through tough times, making them WORSE.
Returning to this tiny ghost house is never any fun for me. No one's been home since I've been here other than good ol' Frank... yaaaaaaay. He hasn't destroyed the house in my absence though thankfully. He does however, play loud music when he's here, and it's all particularly mainstream to the point that I want to smash his head against a wall. Again, PMSing here.
It's as if God hand-picked the type of person I would never associate with in highschool and then put him in the same house as me in order to torture me "for the lulz." THAT'S RIGHT -GOD'S LAUGHING.
Oh and my female roomie, Hiwot, decided since I wasn't using my space in the fridge (for uh, obvious reasons since I wasn't HERE), that she would use it instead so I came only to find that I barely had any room for groceries. NOT too pleased with that. She has a tendency to move her stuff in on my space if I leave it unused which kind of irritates me. She works late so I haven't seen her yet, but when I do I'm gonna have to talk to her about the fridge space at the least.
There's also another fuckin ant colony in the house (though thankfully no mosquitoes... yet) and I managed to get bad oil burns all over my right arm after a retarded panicky attempt at cooking chicken in hot oil. I tend to freak out and just drop the meat into the pan which usually doesn't cause problems unless I have too much oil in the pan and it... well yeah.
I had too much oil in the pan.
Best part of this is that the whole experience is essentially the same as adding insult to injury since I not only feel intense friggin PAIN, but I also feel like a goddamn moron.
That's basically the sum of misery that I'm willing to express right now.
The good news is, my new PS3 is up and running, I got Prince of Persia for it and it is AWESOME, and I got Animal Crossing for my DS because my siblings have it so... peer pressure.
Also, two days before my flight back, I beat Psychonauts on PS2. It was a fantastic experience and I'll have to put that game into my hall of fame for greatest games ever. I think I beat it a day too early cuz I didn't know what to do with myself the day after but WHATEVER.
I wanted to write a full review of the game or some shiz, but um, I'll just summarize:
It's a good game, but it's not flawless. The game was the first of a new company at its release so it naturally lacks the polish a bigger company could pull off. It's very glitchy, to the point that sometimes the BG Music stops running, or it literally freezes up. In particular, my biggest gripe is the mechanic behind jumping off poles and walls and such -it's not very reliable, I recall spending hours in the Waterloo level just trying to get onto a rooftop of a building from a flag pole but having severe difficulty since the pole seemed to rarely be in the mood for allowing me to double-jump. This came back to haunt me again in the final level which I've learned many gamers have complained about -The Meat Circus. Only one part though: a friggin circle of floating fences ON FIRE that you had to jump to and climb to continue. The camera would always work against you here, and angling the character's jump just right took more luck than skill -I finally passed this part by accidentally climbing the wrong side of the fences.
Judging by the credits, it looks like their QA department included or just was "an army of volunteer testers" so that may explain why so many bugs escaped into production.
Despite this though, getting through all of that makes you feel like something of a platforming master, I even read a comment on one forum where a guy said he felt like a platforming god by the end.
And he's right, I sucked at the game when first I started but by the end I pretty much mastered the controls, so in a sense I think I could say I'm a Platformer Goddess or at least feel like one. That doesn't get my any trophies though (damn).
It's a colorful game that makes you really care about the characters and feel connected to the main character Raz as if he were a really close friend, or an alternate you. The game looked like the team behind it had a lot of creative freedom and had fun making it, or at least that's what I'd like to imagine. Despite its flaws, the game really draws you in and puts a big childish grin on your face -it's more fun than most games I've played as of late. It continually surprised and delighted me, giving me a whole lot of "No way! Awesome!" moments that I wish more games could give.
Okay, rant over. No seriously, I'm done. I got nothing.
RAH.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
it's my birthday and the world makes sense...
...yup! Finally 19. Damn.
Was a good day for the most part.
Despite the fatc that it was a little bit of a repeat of last Friday in that I am swatting mosquitos from yet another party held by Frank.
But I'm at peace now, because I finally get it.
He's SIXTEEN.
GOD EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW! OF COURSE! He's immature and inconsiderate BECAUSE HE'S 16! OH MAN!!
I'm still kinda miffed though
his guests still used our bathroom and they found my toilet paper and used that up in a jiffy, those bastards.
And of course MOSQUITOS! HAHAHAHA
I managed to get Frank to go on a mosquito hunting mission while drunk to make up for that. Despite that though they're still PLENTY here, and they got in my room of course.
I'm already scratching new bites as I type this.
Happy Birthday me. Jesus.
Hiwot called Harjit though which broke up the party and I found out Frank intends on moving. He's a nice kid and all but just, yeah, no. He's at least aware that he's likely to fuck up again, so he tells me. In fact i talked with him tonight longer than I ever have since I met him.
I also found out that Will moved out two weeks ago *shocker* I never see the guy so... well he could've been gone a year and I wouldn't have noticed. haha
Oh and I also saved some ducks today which was kinda cool.
I left to go work on my last school project at 9:30pm and witnessed two ducks walking across the road by my bus stop. A van almost hit them but hit the brakes while honking at them. They scurried to the middle of the road and for the next five minutes, cars were hesitantly trying to drive past them to the point that they actually stopped altogetehr and waited for them to move.
I admit I hesitated at first, but then I ran out into the road and chased the ducks off so people could pass.
A teenage girl smiled and waved at me from one of the cars after that, and another car gave me a quick friendly double-honk in appreciation.
It was kinda cool.
Anyways, two days now and I'll be home!!! *awesome*
Was a good day for the most part.
Despite the fatc that it was a little bit of a repeat of last Friday in that I am swatting mosquitos from yet another party held by Frank.
But I'm at peace now, because I finally get it.
He's SIXTEEN.
GOD EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW! OF COURSE! He's immature and inconsiderate BECAUSE HE'S 16! OH MAN!!
I'm still kinda miffed though
his guests still used our bathroom and they found my toilet paper and used that up in a jiffy, those bastards.
And of course MOSQUITOS! HAHAHAHA
I managed to get Frank to go on a mosquito hunting mission while drunk to make up for that. Despite that though they're still PLENTY here, and they got in my room of course.
I'm already scratching new bites as I type this.
Happy Birthday me. Jesus.
Hiwot called Harjit though which broke up the party and I found out Frank intends on moving. He's a nice kid and all but just, yeah, no. He's at least aware that he's likely to fuck up again, so he tells me. In fact i talked with him tonight longer than I ever have since I met him.
I also found out that Will moved out two weeks ago *shocker* I never see the guy so... well he could've been gone a year and I wouldn't have noticed. haha
Oh and I also saved some ducks today which was kinda cool.
I left to go work on my last school project at 9:30pm and witnessed two ducks walking across the road by my bus stop. A van almost hit them but hit the brakes while honking at them. They scurried to the middle of the road and for the next five minutes, cars were hesitantly trying to drive past them to the point that they actually stopped altogetehr and waited for them to move.
I admit I hesitated at first, but then I ran out into the road and chased the ducks off so people could pass.
A teenage girl smiled and waved at me from one of the cars after that, and another car gave me a quick friendly double-honk in appreciation.
It was kinda cool.
Anyways, two days now and I'll be home!!! *awesome*
Friday, June 12, 2009
please god, kill my roomie...
...before I do.
Okay. Just. ARGH.
Frank seems like a nice enough guy but HONESTLY? WTF?!
He's thrown a big fucking party and in attempts to be considerate tells me "I'm trying to keep them mostly outside."
Like THAT makes a fucking difference!! They're all still using OUR BATHROOM, and making a MESS of it I might add! Not to mention that no one goddamn knocks, they all just try and open the door and are "shocked" when it doesn't open
Apparently, my bedroom door isn't off limits either. God, does it even OCCUR to them that otehr people live here??
I AM SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
AND THERE ARE GODDAMN BUGS EVERYWHERE.
*internal screaming*
Okay. Just. ARGH.
Frank seems like a nice enough guy but HONESTLY? WTF?!
He's thrown a big fucking party and in attempts to be considerate tells me "I'm trying to keep them mostly outside."
Like THAT makes a fucking difference!! They're all still using OUR BATHROOM, and making a MESS of it I might add! Not to mention that no one goddamn knocks, they all just try and open the door and are "shocked" when it doesn't open
Apparently, my bedroom door isn't off limits either. God, does it even OCCUR to them that otehr people live here??
I AM SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
AND THERE ARE GODDAMN BUGS EVERYWHERE.
*internal screaming*
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
don't name things you intend to kill later...
...it never ends well.
So for anybody who actually bother reading this shit, you may have noticed that my latest posts seem to revolve entirely around bugs.
If you haven't caught on by now, this is because in Vancouver, that's essentially what summer means: BUGS.
And jeebus there's a lot of them. I can't even keep my window open for more than a minute without two or three new "friends" flying in. Gawd.
BUT YEAH, so basically my title refers to my latest kill, a delightfully tiny black spider who I not-so-creatively named "Black."
I met him a few days ago in my bathroom where I first tried to kill him but ended up sympathizing with him when I saw how horrified he was. So I made an agreement with Black that went along the lines of "As long as you don't cross my territory I won't kill you," and I saw him maybe twice after that in the bathroom and didn't see him for days afterwards.
Then today I open my door and to my surprise, he scurries into my room and freezes on the door.
Yeah so... you can see where this is going: he broke the agreement and I killed him.
The weird thing is that I feel really bad about it.
I'm taking this as a sign that I must be appallingly lonely. God I can't wait till I get home.
So for anybody who actually bother reading this shit, you may have noticed that my latest posts seem to revolve entirely around bugs.
If you haven't caught on by now, this is because in Vancouver, that's essentially what summer means: BUGS.
And jeebus there's a lot of them. I can't even keep my window open for more than a minute without two or three new "friends" flying in. Gawd.
BUT YEAH, so basically my title refers to my latest kill, a delightfully tiny black spider who I not-so-creatively named "Black."
I met him a few days ago in my bathroom where I first tried to kill him but ended up sympathizing with him when I saw how horrified he was. So I made an agreement with Black that went along the lines of "As long as you don't cross my territory I won't kill you," and I saw him maybe twice after that in the bathroom and didn't see him for days afterwards.
Then today I open my door and to my surprise, he scurries into my room and freezes on the door.
Yeah so... you can see where this is going: he broke the agreement and I killed him.
The weird thing is that I feel really bad about it.
I'm taking this as a sign that I must be appallingly lonely. God I can't wait till I get home.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
i sometimes wish...
...that I had the life of the fox in my gmail theme.
Seriously, look at 'em! This dude has the life!
Throughout the day, as I check my email, I'll find him doing various things but this fox NEVER WORKS.
I personally think he must be retired, since he spends most of his days relaxin' at his tea house, playing flute, putting up fancy lights, watering his garden, having friends over for tea, and so forth.
Everytime I check my email, I check to see what he's doing, and usually, it's a lot better than what I'M doing. Damn.
I want that fox's life.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
another one bites the dust...
...it's kind of sad when the most exciting shit that happens to me involves the battles I have with various insects in my house. JOY.
This time it was a centipede, squirming about rapidly in the bathroom. I tried the "SMASH WITH SEARS CHRISTMAS CATALOGUE TECHNIQUE" but unfortunately that attack kind of loses its potency when your targert is nicely protected by a goddamn CARPET.
On the bright side, it stopped moving (possibly from overwhelming terror) when the book was left on top of it. I contemplated just leaving it like that, sort of like an unwelcome "SURPRISE" for whichever one of my unlucky roomies ends up curiously lifting the book off the floor.
But of course, I wasn't comfortable leaving business unfinished like that. I came back to it about half an hour later brandishing a grape juice bottle, and flipped the book over to find a frantic squirming centipede (that had somehow managed to get itself stuck to the bottom of the book). With a loud SMACK, I smashed the bottle down on the bug once and it immediately stopped moving so I tossed it in the garbage and moved on.
Well sort of, I guess. I kinda feel like a cold killer now. Which is weird. Oh well.
But seriously, a friggin CENTIPEDE? I'm dealing with CENTIPEDES now?! Come on! What's next?! A wasp?! (Pleaaase no ><)
God my life is boring.
This time it was a centipede, squirming about rapidly in the bathroom. I tried the "SMASH WITH SEARS CHRISTMAS CATALOGUE TECHNIQUE" but unfortunately that attack kind of loses its potency when your targert is nicely protected by a goddamn CARPET.
On the bright side, it stopped moving (possibly from overwhelming terror) when the book was left on top of it. I contemplated just leaving it like that, sort of like an unwelcome "SURPRISE" for whichever one of my unlucky roomies ends up curiously lifting the book off the floor.
But of course, I wasn't comfortable leaving business unfinished like that. I came back to it about half an hour later brandishing a grape juice bottle, and flipped the book over to find a frantic squirming centipede (that had somehow managed to get itself stuck to the bottom of the book). With a loud SMACK, I smashed the bottle down on the bug once and it immediately stopped moving so I tossed it in the garbage and moved on.
Well sort of, I guess. I kinda feel like a cold killer now. Which is weird. Oh well.
But seriously, a friggin CENTIPEDE? I'm dealing with CENTIPEDES now?! Come on! What's next?! A wasp?! (Pleaaase no ><)
God my life is boring.
Monday, May 18, 2009
I'm kinda pissed off...
Kay so, me roomie has some pals over...
they get drunk....
break a lamp...
puke in the girl's bathroom leaving drops of puke on the carpet and a mysterious "bucket" in the bathtub...
and don't clean up.
Naturally, we have nothing in this house that we can use TO clean up since our landlady either believes we have no need of mops and brooms or otherwise thinks we'll bring our own.
So the floors upstairs are now stickier than ever, are littered with broken shards of lamp and smell of beer.
I'm KINDA pissed off.
JUST. KINDA.
EDIT: Actually at 3am I found said roomie cleaning up. The floors are still gross and sticky to an extent, but I appreciate the effort so... I'm not AS pissed off anymore. hm.
they get drunk....
break a lamp...
puke in the girl's bathroom leaving drops of puke on the carpet and a mysterious "bucket" in the bathtub...
and don't clean up.
Naturally, we have nothing in this house that we can use TO clean up since our landlady either believes we have no need of mops and brooms or otherwise thinks we'll bring our own.
So the floors upstairs are now stickier than ever, are littered with broken shards of lamp and smell of beer.
I'm KINDA pissed off.
JUST. KINDA.
EDIT: Actually at 3am I found said roomie cleaning up. The floors are still gross and sticky to an extent, but I appreciate the effort so... I'm not AS pissed off anymore. hm.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
the best and the worst of living on your own...
Best things:
Worst things:
- No one judges you from drinking directly out of the carton
- You can sleep in till noon and no one cares
- No one bugs you about cleaning your room
- You can eat whatever the hell you want and at anytime
- Being up till 5:30am doesn't bother anybody (in fact, where I live, you're probably not the only one up this late)
Worst things:
- Killing your own damn spiders
- Killing your own damn spiders twice
- Having said spiders grow in size consecutively with each new encounter
- Having to kill a spider that JUMPS
- Doing your own dishes and laundry
- No one to eat dinner with
- No one to care about what the hell you do
- No one to hug before going to bed
- No one to really talk to
Monday, March 9, 2009
so apparently I have a blog or something...
yeah, who knew? I sure didn't.
JOKING ASIDE, I actually don't have much time for this right now so I'm gonna try and summarize pretty much everything that's happened to me in second semester of school in a matter of 6 thoughts/points/whatevers. Here goes:
1. School homework has caused me so much stress that I have come up with several ways to describe my varying states of pain/lack-of-sleep it brings me (i.e. "It's like running straight into a wall several times repeatedly", "I confessed my undying love for sleep but got rejected so now I'm just heartbroken and exhausted")
2. "Nice writing there chum, but you missed the point" summarizes every single piece of feedback I have gotten back from my Writing teacher this semester. I'm starting to wonder when he'll just give up and resort to copy & pasting his feedback instead of rewriting whole new paragraphs saying the exact same thing each time.
3. I've accidentally raised almost every teacher in school's expectations of me so now I'm going about sacrificing lambs to unholy gods in order to get things done.
4. I continually make new records for staying up late. My latest was 5am. Am I supposed to consider this an accomplishment?!?!!
5. I no longer live off munchies but instead live off instant noodles and candy core skittles.
6. I complain about how much I work but I procrastinate so much that I'm sure I've finished more anime series off in these few months than I have in all three years of Junior High. (Again, should I be proud of this...?)
So there you go, a somewhat abstract summary of my life.
I've got lambs to slaughter.
Adieu!
JOKING ASIDE, I actually don't have much time for this right now so I'm gonna try and summarize pretty much everything that's happened to me in second semester of school in a matter of 6 thoughts/points/whatevers. Here goes:
1. School homework has caused me so much stress that I have come up with several ways to describe my varying states of pain/lack-of-sleep it brings me (i.e. "It's like running straight into a wall several times repeatedly", "I confessed my undying love for sleep but got rejected so now I'm just heartbroken and exhausted")
2. "Nice writing there chum, but you missed the point" summarizes every single piece of feedback I have gotten back from my Writing teacher this semester. I'm starting to wonder when he'll just give up and resort to copy & pasting his feedback instead of rewriting whole new paragraphs saying the exact same thing each time.
3. I've accidentally raised almost every teacher in school's expectations of me so now I'm going about sacrificing lambs to unholy gods in order to get things done.
4. I continually make new records for staying up late. My latest was 5am. Am I supposed to consider this an accomplishment?!?!!
5. I no longer live off munchies but instead live off instant noodles and candy core skittles.
6. I complain about how much I work but I procrastinate so much that I'm sure I've finished more anime series off in these few months than I have in all three years of Junior High. (Again, should I be proud of this...?)
So there you go, a somewhat abstract summary of my life.
I've got lambs to slaughter.
Adieu!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
god then created the world's comfiest pair of socks....
...and he saw that they were good.
Really though, these socks are friggin awesome. I still can't get over how comfy they are.
Anyways, I went on youtube today and found this on the front page:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuAvfR_M-es
The Acorn -Crooked Legs. I almost choked.
K here's the thing: The Acorn is this band that I only discovered recently -sort of. It's kinda like this band's music was destined to find me in one way or another, cause honestly, I have had encounters with this band's music before without realizing it and each time I have been filled with overwhelming desire to figure out who the band was (but I could never figure it out).
When I finally got the CD, it was only after hearing it in Play and then asking the employees what was playing. I took the Cd home, and when one of the tracks played I realized that it was a song I had feverishly (but to no avail) searched for on google months before.
Ever since, I have been entirely addicted to this CD, with Crooked Legs being one of my favorite songs so it freaked me out a bit that it suddenly got featured on Youtube today.
Yes, I am weird.
Oh, interesting things to note, today I bought myself a children's book called Coraline by Neil Gaiman. Why? Well, mostly because I'm super-OMFG-stoked for the movie. CHECK THIS SHIT OUT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuXZ8l4j8Ag
Now, I know what you're thinking, but no, I am not interested in this solely because the director is the same man who directed The Nightmare Before Christmas, but thank you for assuming (if you didn't assume though, I apologize). Actually, if not ironically, I have far more interest in this movie than I do in Tim Burton's latest venture into animated films "9". The reason here being that Coraline looks just so much more colorful, stylish, and exciting, not to mention it's based off a book that was apparently a modern classic I missed out on in my youth.
It's coming out in February and I am SO-SO-SOOO excited, except I don't have anyone who would like to watch this with me. I may have to go alone. Oh well.
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