Piercing the Heavens

So I went kite flying with Elvin again yesterday. I brought that spool of extra string to lengthen the distance of the kite! I used before fly my kite during some kite flying contest as a kid, although I think I tied the string onto the kite itself. This time though, no, screw that. I fucking flew the kite to the original distance, Elvin tied the string on the spool to the handle with some complicated ass web of knots (yeah, we both don’t really know about tying crap, we weren’t Boy Scouts), and then we let motherfucking loose! I flew the kite handle, which in turn flew the kite to soaringly dizzy heights, which would have probably killed someone if they were hit in the head by it if it fell. The wind was quite strong on the bottom, but not so much high up, as my kite wavered a good amount instead of flying with string taut. The fact that there was a green handle in the middle of the line may have contributed as well. >>; All the while there was the danger of a bird flying into the kite, especially since the spool string is much thinner than the real one so it would be easier to cut. Reeling it back is a bitch too, its a very easy spool to unreel, but reeling it in is tedious and tiring now with the spool. But, it was glorious, mines is a kite that will PIERCE THE HEAVENS.

Perhaps we will soon get another another kite handle from Longs Drugs and lengthen Elvin’s kite distance. Or maybe even mines again >>; It will be most ridiculous.

Some ‘09 kids were having a picnic bbq get together thing as well at Marina Park. It was nice seeing some of them again. I think I corrupted someone a bit today to, it’d be nice if I did!

Afterwards, a lumberjack slam at Denny’s, and then I came home, and got lumberjack slammed. >< Although, not quite as solid as Richard’s…more explosive in nature. MUCH more explosive.

Been messing around on omegle.com. I swear, the people you find there…takes all sorts, eh? It’s the best when you have several people with you though, to draw on the minds of many to harass strangers on the internet. >>; Isn’t that charming?

I’m exhausted, I only got 4 hours of sleep the night prior. I should sleep now, yeah?

Listening to: Flambee Montalbanaise-Gus Viseur, from De Clichy a Broadway. This is like some awesome accordion music from France. Wonderful stuff, I must say.

THE SAVIOUR IS COMING! BOW DOWN TO YOUR GOD AND LET HIM PENETRATE YOUR HEARTS AND SOULS! next week at the Cow Palace, RSVP soon

Now I Know What It’s Like to be a Pornstar >>;

So, today, I saw Elvin and Richard for the first time in the bay, for summer. A pity Richard couldn’t come over earlier today, but we still went kiting with Gloria and Joan as well. This time, my kite decided to behave and not spin constant circles and instead actually got pretty high. A damn pity I did not bring my extra long coil of string, to get it even higher than it would, but I did not have high expectations for that kite anyways, after last time’s bungle. >>; Afterwards, we looked a bit at a sunset, then went to Denny’s for dinner. I consumed a lumberjack slam, and now I know – start with the pancakes first, those things will murder if I eat them last like I did last time.

While at Denny’s, I did something really stupid…look down the barrel of a gun. The gun being a bottle of ketchup. The barrel being the spout. I wanted to see if it worked, and didn’t think I had squeezed hard to enough to land a shot right on my glasses. And down my sweater. *sigh* What a dumbass move that was. I had to go to the bathroom to clean up, and since I’m blind like fuck without my glasses, I thought the paper towel dispenser was automatic, from its shape. It took a while of waving my hands in front of it thinking that I hadn’t activated the sensor to realize that it WASN’T automated. The soap dispenser was, fat load of shit that did me well. >>;

Afterwards, Elvin and I went to take a look at the new house, take a few pictures of it, look suspicious in front of the house, and then go home.

Listening to: Robin Beanland-Rock Solid.

a real lumberjack slam right there

Oh, apathy in summer

So, this, summer vacation, it has begun. And it is boring. Good god, I enjoy the no school shtick, yes, but…EVERYONE ELSE IS ELSEWHERE. Big issue, no? Nothing much to do around here without good company, I’d say. Richard will be back like tomorrow or something, and I will see him tomorrow! I think. And SD people are returning this weekend or so? But for the last week or two, I’ve been at home most of the time, doing crosswords, playing games, and sleeping at odd hours. 4 am to 2 pm anyone? My parents are getting annoyed by my hours. I am, too, because I want to wake a tad earlier >>;. But staying up to 4 is so…good. I could probably deal with sleeping at 2 though and waking at 10, that would be perfect.

I am going to clean my room tonight, because I need to do something! It’s bloody messy, and I want it a bit cleaner, even if it’s unnatural.

Summer school starts on the 22nd, English 1b will be fun like me getting stumped by an amputee! >>; Aren’t I excited.

Have I mentioned? I have a real estate sign on my wall, like the ones you’d see hanging outside a house for sale on a post…except its HANGING ON MY WALL. Yes, it is a big deal to me, because it is just that awesome that I now have one in my possession on display in my room.

Also, like some paranoid person that I know, who is a woman that is not of the opposite sex (fyi a guy), I too am interested in knowing who the hell actually reads this banal piece of crap drug out of Satan’s very own ass and marinated in his stank.

Oh, and, society? FUCK YOU WITH A RAKE. The tool side, yes, with the sharp and pointy things, not the nice smoothbore handle. That would be too much mercy for you, fucker.

Listening to: The Slip-Even Rats.

WELCOME.

MANDICKS TIEMS, San Diego

So, I have returned, like the dragoon. I had a 1 week trip to San Diego, as you might have ascertained from the title, no shit, eh? And so this post will be more or less dedicated to that very trip. So I left the day after my math and last final by plane. The plane was supposed to be off by 6, so I had to bother my dad in the middle of the night for a ride…it got delayed horribly, we got moved to another plane, so we didn’t get to SD until like 8 or some shit. It has been at least 8 years since I’ve ridden a plane, and my memories of such are dull. Planes are nauseating, but as much as I feared, so I was able to work a bit on a crossword during flight, although the landing was rather bumpy, more than usual I was told. The in-flight entertainment was, unexpectedly, an episode of The Office, Fun Run to be exact, which was rather entertaining. After the flight, I was rather needing of fresh air, but we pretty much almost got immediately on the bus. The bus ride is an hour and more long, which is REALLY FREAKING LONG. UCSD is so far away from the airport, and it doesn’t help that La Jolla has fucking so many roundabouts, all in a row. It is not fun after a nauseating plane ride to bob and weave about the roads in a fucking bus. Chalk that up as a point against SD, it’s HUGE, and the damn roundabouts are a damn curse. And having to pay 2.50 for a one way trip? The buses in SD are fucking expensive. That is failure in public transportation right there.

SD has a lot of trees. There are trees everywhere, except maybe downtown, but once you get out, there are trees everywhere. Especially in La Jolla, there are trees. In UCSD, there are so many trees, and green fields and shit, Berkeley just can’t compare. SO MANY TREES. Which is rather ironic, considering the water down there is total shit water. It tastes like it’s from Satan’s ass. That is what happens though, when your water is piped all the way down from Northern California. For showering too, the water, it felt rather…oddly, not like the water at home. So, with my dislike of the water in SD, I was rather relying heavily on bottled water, I pretty much about decimated near a box’s worth of Crystal Geyser, supplied by Elvin’s relatives. Thank you very much for keeping the piss machine fueled. >>;

UCSD dorm bathrooms are nothing to write home about, they don’t even have paper towels! Of course, those being the only dorms I’ve been in, I’ve nothing to compare to >>;. Many of the other campus bathrooms that I saw had automated aspects of the bathroom, most common being paper towel dispensers. They seem ages ahead of the Berkeley bathrooms…of course, I’ve probably seen more bathrooms of UCSD than I have of Cal. >>; They also have an eclectic collection of faucet knobs. There were push faucets in the playhouse, which was rather off putting, considering it’s a university, not an elementary school. The faucets in Elvin’s building were rather uniquely shaped as well. Speaking of bathrooms, the SFO bathrooms are wonderfully clean and pristine compared to many…but they are crowded as hell. >>; Of course though, big international airport, what else would you expect. They also have this sexy beast: the Dyson Airblade. They are so cool, when I saw one I knew I had to experience the bathroom to give myself a greater justification to wash my hands and use the Airblade. The SD airport bathrooms were less crowded the first time around, but their facilities paled in comparison to the SFO ones…

So this girl which I will refer to as Sir (she’s a paranoid one) accompanied me on the trip. During the flight there she was crushing me while she was taking her nap >>;. How…annoying. And of course, how can I let her off without listing off a list of her major fail during the trip. Most prominently, her hair, which she streaked with purple dye. It’s red. And dyed hair, it fails rather hard. Furthermore, streaks remind me of underwear and unclean bums. Brown streaks. Yay! Furthermore, she could not get up onto the bed at Elvin’s, since he raised it to max height to accommodate himself underneath it. Elvin’s room is small, so we could barely fit, leading to his position underneath the bed. Of course, that meant the midget had to struggle onto the high bed. And she was too lazy to jump up, so she did it the hard way, climbing up the end of the bed. She almost fell off once…Elvin took pictures too! But she deleted them off his camera, but hopefully he will be able to restore them and post them up onto Facebook so the world may bask in her fail! She was also tripping over many things while walking, and tripping over her words while talking. After me pretty much saying “automated bathrooms” at least once a day glorifying in bathrooms down in UCSD, she still tripped over the word “automated,” for at least half a minute, I’d judge. Such fail. She also lost her battery laptop, some money, and I think her iTouch by leaving it in her old dorm room before she left. Her laptop’s pretty much useless without the power cord anymore, which pretty much almost kills the portability function of it. Oh, and she totally just forgot to take a new change of clothes to the shower once, and had to come back with only a towel, not to mention she was using the boy’s suite bathroom? She really failed hard there. I’ve probably forgotten countless snapshots of her fail, but enough about her. I bore of her. I’ll add them on later, there’s more shit to get onto.

So as I’ve noted before, 4 people were stuffed into Elvin’s little single. Sir was given the bed so I could laugh at her plight of getting up onto bed/falling off of the bed. Elvin and Cindy were under the bed on her inflatable mattress, and I was on my sleeping bag right next to them. For some reason I envisioned that there would be more space between us? Apparently not, we were right next to each other pretty much. With four people in the room, the air got stale as fuck, so we had to buy an air freshener for the express purpose of sweetening the air. >>; It was pretty damn hot there too with 4 people, a lot hotter than I expected. My damn sleeping bag insulated a lot better than I thought, along with my windbreakers, so the first couple of nights it was way too hot for me to sleep comfortably. We went to Ross though, and I got me a nice pair of pajamas like what I assume the normal populace wear (i.e. not sweats), which are amazingly comfortable and soft and not insulating at all! I also got this really nice soft plushy pillow to sleep on, and subsequently my sleep got so very much better. I even married my pillow, Elvin totally officiated the thing, and I am now going to divorce the damn crap since I lost my driver’s license in the hustle bustle of getting through security in SD Airport. Ironically, less people at SD than SFO, so I should not have been in such a major rush, but now I have to get a replacement, and this will be majorly bitchy. How annoying…

The food in SD, it was interesting, I got to experience dining hall food and some “higher end” crap. >>; “Higher end” meaning non-Asian chain restaurants that aren’t fast food. >>; Dining hall food isn’t that bad, but then again, I haven’t had to suffer the apparent ignominy of eating the stuff everyday. The food there doesn’t seem to have a lot of green vegetables though, at least, not as much as I think I’m use to eating. And Elvin needs to eat more green vegetables, because he doesn’t. That does not sound balanced. I also ate at TGIF for the first time that I can remember, the fish and chips were quite filling. I also ate at Chipotle for the first time. Their burritos are rather too fat for one’s mouth, and it got rather messy, with the rice falling out of the tortilla. It was also a bit spicy for my liking, but it wasn’t as spicy and messy as…the buffalo chicken flatini from Croutons on campus. I was not aware it would be that spicy. Oh, but it was, but it was. And there was SO MUCH SAUCE in the damn thing, it was like a swamp. Never again am I getting anything remotely close to buffalo. Fuck the bison and the yak. I also ate at California Pizza Kitchen, which I’ve never seen in the Bay Area. I got the Spaghetti Bolognese (how the fuck do you pronounce that?) with mushrooms, and it was good. I also tried some of Elvin’s pesto penne as well as his carne asada pizza, and it was delicious. I have an idea what I’m going to get if I ever go there again…I also hope that eating that much pesto won’t give me diarrhea…I also had the opportunity to try Tapioca Express food. I turned it down, since the food didnt look appetizing at all. It’s all fried stuff, and the combos apparently have spicy fried chicken bits and canned vegetables (oh god ick). I don’t see how anyone can stomach the shit. I’d rather have dining hall stuff than that. I also at “Great Khan Mongolian BBQ” or whatever the name was. I don’t see any distinction between Chinese and Mongolian here, beyond the fact that the noodles were spicier, and you get to pick out what you want in your noodles with a buffet of raw meats and vegetables. It’s not even Mongolian, according to Wikipedia, but Taiwanese in origin. Oh well, it didn’t taste horrible, I suppose, beyond the spiciness.

We took the taxi to the airport, after we figured that we may as well pay the 40 instead of paying a sou less for taking the taxi to some bus station in the middle of nowhere to catch the earliest bus to the airport. I hate early morning flights because the buses don’t run at the time we need to get to the airport. The taxi ride was my first taxi ride in the US that I can remember, because I don’t remember any other ones. >>; I took the taxi once or twice in Hong Kong though, but that was ages ago. Taxis are way too expensive, although it was SO MUCH quicker getting to the airport, I have to say. The plane ride back was much smoother. It was also much quicker, we apparently got back half an hour earlier. That pilot was probably a pro. I was also able to take a gander at the airplane bathroom, and that thing is so cramped, you would not be able to swing a cat in it, as they say. The flushing is quite violent too, even without the water in the bowl. The plane was showing Fun Run again, I assume the airline just bought the rights to the episode to show on all its planes or something. When I got home, I took BART all the way back to SL, and lugged my roller, my sleeping bag, and my pillow back home on foot. Not many people walk around town with a pillow in their arms. I must have been quite the sight.

GODDAMN this post is long. I think it’s the longest I’ve written.

Listening to: Starcraft music. I’m taking a listen to some of my older shit…

tl;dr

MY PENCIL AGGGGHHHHHH

My pencil just fell on the floor. This wouldn’t be such a big deal, except I’m on third floor…and the pencil is somewhere on first floor or below it because I’m sitting right next to some rail in Stanley Hall where it’s overlooking the first floor. It just fell right off third and plummeted down…and it’s my only good pencil ><. Now, I will have annoying trouble finishing the crossword. It’s already hard to solve the crossword because they decided to omit the down clues for the first couple of rows >>;. Brilliant, no? I’m pretty sure it would have been easy enough with the down clues, but hey, it’s another challenge.

I’m eating Townhouse crackers. They are some awesomely buttery and flaky crackers. Sadly, I’m down to my last roll of them, so I need to get more.

So, I winged the presentation for the Chem 1A reserach project. I really should have put a hand into the physical creation of the poster…I am horrible, no? There was some crap I would have wanted to alter on the poster, but it’s too late to do crap about it, oh well. It was pretty much a huge poster board covered in duct tape and silvery grey spray paint, simple and logical. I totally assumed that duct tape bonded with London dispersion forces and gave up looking any further beyond the Handbook of Adhesion. I did not think there would be so much work done on adhesion and tapes and such…but the articles rarely refer to “duct tape” or any sort of tape specifically, just “pressure senstive tapes.” And for some reason, the pdf articles from the Handbook couldn’t be searched with Acrobat Reader. That is loads of fail right there, loads of pure fail.

And now that the essays and the projects and the presentations and such are over, I get to study for finals…I need to wrap my mind around electrochemistry, actually take a look at the math problems that I’ve neglected for the last couple of weeks, remember my British history, etc. etc. The end is coming in so soon, but it still feels like there’s more, there isn’t a sense of “year is over”, unlike high school, I don’t think.

And summer, I will be failing English 1B, more essays and fail WOOOOO. I will also visit Elvin and Jennifer and Charles and SD right after my last finals, and I am looking forward to…the food >>;.

Listening to: T-Square-Truth, from the Wonderful Days concert, which I have yet to find a DVD or mp3 rip yet…*sigh*

how is babby formed
how girl get pragnent

Final Wishes, I Guess, Meh

I want a headstone, but I don’t want to be buried. I want to be donated to science! Maybe they can make something cool out of my body, like those displays at Body Worlds what with the preserved corpses playing basketball and skateboarding out of their skin >>;. However, I still want a headstone, with something witty and funny on it, perhaps. I want people in graveyards to pass by, read what it says, laugh a bit, and then feel guilty about laughing in a graveyard >>;. Is that even allowed, to only have a headstone without ashes/corpse buried?

And for the hell of it, let’s fuck around with polling shit!

Why do I dwell on this rather negative subject? Oh, I was just reading this quote database, quotes of fundamentalist Christians, here. They do say rather…amusing things, among others. Other times they say rather atrocious things. I read one talking about atheist funerals, and there was one dude that wanted to get donated to science in the comments. And of course, that got me to thinking about the above! Of course, that hopefully will be a good couple tens of years away, hmm?

And what should I be doing instead? I have a presentation for evolution seminar due Monday, 6 page history paper due Wednesday, and a Chem 1a research project due the Tuesday after next. It’s all coming down, and crap if I’m not working hard! I really should get to work…

Oh, and finally the dvd of Casiopea vs The Square Live finished, there weren’t any seeds for over a month, but finally some appeared. I also ordered Samurai Shodown anthology, which I have been waiting for a while so I can finally try out the 6th game, it looked very enticing in the Youtube videos. I just have to wait until all this crap blows over so I can finally go to Walmart to pick my order up and enjoy it…

Listening to: Casiopea-Sprinter, Casiopea vs The Square Live.

sowing seed into other men’s furrows

Tuesday Afternoon

I go to my table on 3rd floor, I pull out my crossword, I fall asleep because of exhaustion, wake up to find my hands have fallen asleep, shake them out, drink some water, and then go back to sleep resting on one arm instead of two. I then proceed to alternate arms when one falls asleep. And that was my afternoon for 3 hours or so. I didn’t get crap done. So tonight I study for my history midterm.

Spring break was wonderful, I got to hang out with Elvin and Richard and Charles and Shannon and I can’t think of much more…small group, yeah. I went to SF and Berkeley and Target and SLHS and Richard’s house and so, nothing much out of the ordinary. Well, beyond the fact that I’m going out for nonacademic reasons and social reasons. And now, back to my crosswords and my hole and my classes and Berkeley.

And I really need to start the process of sending in my MP3 player…

Listening to: T-Square-Gerty’s Dream, from the Megalith Live ‘91 video. A nice, relaxing tune.

i wonder how jesus would react to surprise buttsecks

Some Berkeley Stuff

Damn, I hate it when I feel like I forgot something that I remembered earlier to do that I forgot even earlier.

Large line of people waiting down Bancroft today, no idea what that was about. I’m rather out of touch with everything.

So, while I sat outside 4 Evans waiting for Math discussion to start, I was reading the Rape of Lucrece by Thomas Heywood for English History. Rat bastard wasn’t famous enough when he was alive or dead, so Sparknotes doesn’t have his play all nice and accessible to the everyday John Doe >>;. Moreover, Shakespeare wrote a poem with the same title as well, which DOESN’T HELP, NO. But hey, it’s actually not as bad as I thought it would be, it was rather digestible. I might actually finish reading this piece, it’ll be awesome if I do >>;.

While sitting outside 4 Evans, there was some Korean dude using his laptop. How’d I know he was Korean? He spoke what presumably was Korean on the phone, and it didn’t sound like the other stuff that he most likely might have been >>;. He was also clicking rapidly with the mouse. I’m guessing Starcraft >>;. So very stereotypical, how horrible of me >>;.

I got a B on my first paper for English History! I am very happy with it >>;. I thought I would do worse. Naturally.

Oh, and happy birthday Elvin!

Listening to: Casiopea-Asayake, from the Casiopea vs. The Square Live.

making some PICKLES

Losing my Shoe

So, today, in a hurry to get onto the Richmond train, I lost my shoe, like the title indicates. Isn’t that just wonderful, walking up the escalator and at the last few steps stepping out of your shoe? Of course, I only have myself to blame for this, since pretty much never tie my shoe after the first month of owning it since I can slip my foot in and out of  my shoe easy enough by then. I was able to retrieve the shoe quickly and put it back on the train though, so I didn’t have to go about Berkeley looking like I was mentally deficient or something >>;.

Of course, I had to curse when my foot touched metal instead of a shoe sole, nothing else quite conveys the necessary emotion and shock >>;. And it’s in my nature anyways, eh?

School has been school, there was an Essay for Early Modern English History due last Monday, naturally, I only got one hour of sleep there >>;. Beyond that, the class is a lot of reading, and reading is annoying for me, which is no good thing. Chemistry has been rather simple, but what can you expect, it’s supposed to be a review course for me since I forgot everything >>;. We did learn hybridization and molecular orbitals, that’s some new stuff, I think I understand that stuff now though. We were supposed to learn the stuff by ourselves for the AP test, but me being me, I didn’t much give it a glance >>;. Naturally, lab’s been annoying, because I suck at lab, I usually end up spilling some organic compound all over my hands each lab or so that involves one. I got a 76/100 for my first math midterm, by God is that subpar >>;. The test was curved, but I went much too slow on the test, I realized the last problem and how to do it much too late. Could have been much better, but whatever, that’s past. And of course I have trouble talking in the damn seminar about evolution, because it’s me, I don’t like to talk to people and crap. I’m off to fail that one…

Naturally, I’ve been antisocial to the max. I know like…2 new people? In that they’ve said hi to me out of class, pretty much. Beyond that, I’ve been pretty holed up. I spend my free time at Berkeley sitting somewhere outside the classroom/inside the classroom if empty doing crosswords and with hope, doing homework. Crosswords are wonderful, I say…quite interesting.

Off to a stellar start, are we?

Listening to: T-Square-Midnight Circle, from the Casiopea vs. The Square Live, it looked pretty awesome on Youtube, so I was motivate to obtain the whole thing for my personal viewing pleasure. However, the problem is, 0 seeds and 97.5% done >>;. It makes me go sigh…although I was able to find an .avi of the first disc and an mp3 rip of the dvds, so it’s not all bad.

vestigial dong

So…Yeah.

Last night, in my sleep deprived state, I was awoken by my cellphone alarm clock at 3. At the moment, the most logical thing I could think of to turn off the phone was to attempt rotating the lamp near my bed 90 degrees on it’s base. Only after a while when that failed did I realize “oh, that’s my phone.” Isn’t college wonderful?

Listening to: Alek Szahala-Alanamra (Original Mix).

everything smells like boogers