fine then, ill play your game, you rogue

The day before Thanksgiving, eh?

So today we went to the Botanical Garden again for evolutionary biology instead. I still hate the sun just as much as I did last time. I still hate the terrible terrain just as much as I did last time. I still hate the humidity in the tropical room just as much as I did last time. Anything different than last time? Well, now people know I collect my long nails. Which isn’t exactly a secret, is it? Oh, I also got to wear my hoodie as a cape again. Yay!

So I decided to cut math section. I just really didn’t feel like staying that damn long on the day before break. *sigh* Instead, I went back to Laney! Such nostalgia. >>; I had to get an official transcript which I should have gotten AGES AGO to report that I’ve finished English 1B to Berkeley. The damn thing is that the cashier closed early today so I couldn’t file and pay for the transcript, so now I have to come back Monday or  Tuesday or something. More fare, this sucks.

I got home, I wanted to add some money to my ticket, the machine ate my ticket when it froze when I tried to pay by card. Bullshit. There was a dude that hit me up for some money to get to Concord or something, I obliged because I was too lazy to deny him. Gave him like a 10 dollar ticket or something. Whatever, it’s cool.

My nose has been a bitch for the past couple days, something along the lines of nonstop stuffy nose. Ugh.

Yay, people are coming back for break!

Listening to: Saitama Saisyu Heiki-Tigre Bianca – Another Mix, off of the Pink Sweets OST’s arrange disc. Pretty sweet stuff.

mountain man pubes

Train Delay

Oh, so when it rains, it pours. The escalator at SL BART was still broken, but then not just that, but the train was delayed today, by 20 minutes or some bullshit. The train ended up to be way crowded going to Berkeley. A taste of Japan, eh? I didn’t get groped though. What an accomplishment. Also, on the train, I saw the woman with the HUGEST NOSE EVER. It was HUGE. Like XBOX HUGE. It stuck out like an inch from her face, and it was just HUGE. I cannot get over how HUGE it was. HUGE.

I spent the day really thirsty overall, despite having enough water. And I spent much of the day needing to go to the bathroom, despite being thirsty. So I’d go to the bathroom, and then soon enough I’d need to go again, despite the thirst. I did drink lots of water, but I was still thirsty. This is some real bullshit.

I need a retake for CS. My first retake. T_T I am an abject failure. Stupid careless mistakes. And so late in the semester, and I only have Wednesdays that I can go to the self-help center conveniently (and that is just a relative measure to other days). Fucking hell…

I did feel like I kicked ass on my math quizzes today though. That is a good thing. Despite not doing the homework for it. Which is a bad thing. But, quizzes count for more. Which is a good thing.

Essay due next Tuesday. Sucks balls, I have to say. I can only hope I won’t do that stupid thing where I don’t get any sleep at all before turning it in. *sigh*

Listening to: Capsule-Starry Sky. It is good. I don’t remember how I came across it, but I do know that Brian introduced me to them. I never did follow it up though. I am a lazy bastard.

SCREW YOU, MAN! FUCK YOU!

Fucking hell, man, what the fuck

So last ” night” (more like morning, I slept from 5am to 1pm) I had not one dream,  but two! And both were relatively shitty dreams, I’d say. One was about walking home aimlessly in complete darkness, and the other one was about Odin the Baby Eater. Yes, baby eater. I don’t know what the fuck I’ve been watching, but baby eater certainly wasn’t part of it, right?

So I remember my first dream starting around going down an elevator in a four story building. It was vaguely familiar, like I’ve been to it in another dream. It felt like it was a school building, though there wasn’t much in the way to pointing to it as such, something about it felt very school-like. The elevator actually had an indicator above the elevator or so indicating what floor it was on, a scrolling red marquee. This is so much more better that so many elevators at Berkeley even. So I was waiting in front of the elevator with some random girl I didn’t know, and then the elevator reached the fourth floor, and the elevator here, it works very oddly. The first door we were waiting at was like a normal door, and only when the elevator reached our floor could we go in and get to the real elevator slidey door. Yeah, absolutely weird. There was a janitor inside the anteroom, cleaning out the trash bins that seemed to have a couple of shot glasses in them. I think the time of the year was Christmas, and some crazy frat boys or something were celebrating or something. Inside the elevator were around 3 two liter bottles of “soda”. They looked rather suspect, the bottles were rather beaten up, and one of them was around 3/4ths full. There seemed to be shot glasses inside the trash bin as well. And so after putting the trash bin on my head for protection, I then took it off. Or something  to that effect, it was kind of blurry here, all I remember is putting something on my head for vague purposes of protection. I then decided to bring the three bottles of suspect soda home, but upon leaving the elevator on the first floor, I thought better of it and just left it on the ground.

And then I enter onto the street, and it is pitch black, and the doors seemed to let me, illogically, into an alleyway. Of course, at first I didn’t really know it was an alleyway, since it was pitch black, partially because for some reason my hair wouldn’t get out of my face, so I couldn’t see jack shit. And then for some reason I insisted on keeping my music in my ears rather loud, and I didn’t want to take the earphones out either. I begun to walk aimlessly in the dark, somehow keeping along the straight of the alleyway without bumping into walls or tripping. So, feeling somewhat unsafe (what, blind, deaf, don’t know where you are, of course you’d feel unsafe) I start to scream. I scream while walking down the alleyway. I guess it was as some sort of defence mechanism or something along the lines of “they wouldn’t rape a screaming person, it’s too easy to get caught.” My hair began to relax it’s hold on me a bit and I could see for short periods. What I saw was people running down the alleyway, one at a time, the opposite direction to my movement. I wanted to trip these people, I guess as some sort of self defence, but I decided not to, since they seemed somewhat gang-related to me. Finally, I reach the end of the alleyway, and there was streetlights, I saw the people that were running down the alleyway (none too savoury characters, but not that bad, I guess), and then I just started making my way home….except I still didn’t know where the hell I was. Somehow, I stumbled my way to my uncle’s house, excepting it looked nothing like his house and looked more like a couple of portables with him sitting outside it under some canopy, reading, despite there being barely any light beyond the street lights. He volunteered to take me home, and that dream ended there, and if only all my dreams for the night ended there.

I then had random flashes of “Odin the Intestine Eater” or something. Basically, images of a bearded man that had a baby dissected open before him, still living and crying. He was tearing a piece of intestine from the baby’s guts with his teeth. He then ate it, but with great difficulty, and it looked quite distasteful to him. He seemed to have to choke himself to swallow it against his body’s will. Then, he rips out the still beating heart, and eats that as well. The baby then seemed to collapse into a pile of corpse. The last image I had before waking up was of a twisted pinwheel made of the baby’s shriveled body parts.

Yes, I am seriously mentally disturbed. I had no idea what would prompt me to dream of shit like that. Well, I did read the Wikipedia article for Uzumaki (body horror manga) and a short (read: long) livejournal post on Twilight and Mormons that talked about imprinting on babies (I have no idea how I got to it, I don’t remember at all), so my mind could have synthesized that into my dream. Or I could just be off my rocker.

Listening to: Raito-Blood Drain, from Melty Blood Actress Again. I can actually emulate it on PS2! Frame rates aren’t perfect, but at least it’s not 12 fps like Fate/Unlimited Codes. One day, I will obtain me a PC that can run it better though…one day.

im hungry

My Stupidity Doth Exceed To a Level

Today, a maths test. I woke up at 4:45 instead of around 1 because apparently I didn’t set my phone alarm right. So of course I go “fuck”, and then proceed to play games until around 6. Oh yes, the wisdom of Gary Li, brilliant, no? >>;

So after cramming for half an hour, I shower, then cram in the car while my mum drives, then walk to class, cram in the the lecture hall, and then the test starts.

Surprisingly, I felt like I did relatively well! And we all know, that is a BAD thing, because things usually turn out opposite to my expectations, something like that. Well…fuck.

Right when I started the test, I noticed a couple people coughing. And a couple of sniffles. And then a whole torrent of little coughs and sniffles and sneezes that I COULD NOT DROWN OUT. For a good while, at least. Goddamn, it reminded me of that time when I couldn’t drown it out during that one AP test. I forgot which one, but damn is that not annoying.

I saw a GSI getting all huggy with the professor. Or at least, it looked like it, with the GSI having his own arm somewhat wrapped around his front, going upwards, and the professor standing on the elevated stage, leaning over to the GSI to listen. For a moment there it looked like the GSI was on the stage and grabbing the professor. And then the professor straightened up and it all made sense again. >>;

I need a new mouse. And some hair ties.

Listening to: 天音-Fill Your Heart. I like Kirby music, don’t you?

PRAY TO YOUR GOD

Hiruandan

From what I’m led to believe, this means a “a lamp at noon”, a metaphor for someone who doesn’t stick out. Hi, me! Beyond that, it’s also a song from Guilty Gear 2 Overture OST. And even further beyond that, today walking home from BART, the lamps were all on. All of the lamp posts in the parking lot, the ones on the street, all turned on. Of course, it took me a while to notice, after all, that metaphor doesn’t exist for no reason. I’m not even sure if it’s unnatural for the lights to be on, it might just be the first day I’ve noticed. I was wondering why they were on, since I hadn’t heard news of any incoming eclipses or end of the world type deals from anywhere. Of course, I’m terrible at keeping abreast of news, I only figured out last night that the Bay Bridge is closed again.  But the eclipse hasn’t happened yet! So maybe I am not too off on the news on that count.

I’m thinking about being a dentist. I figure, it makes good money, good hours, and I don’t have to write a book or something like you would for being a doctor. And, if I end up hating my job, I might actually have the funds to go back to school to find something I actually like. Terrible plan, I know. Furthermore, my job description is “I am the man who rips the teeth from your mouth with EXTREME PREJUDICE. Your mouth is my domain.” Something about that REALLY appeals to me. Also, the irony of me having terrible teeth. I love the image of me revving up a power drill and turning around with a deranged rictus on my face. That’s right, I’m aiming to become the scariest dentist of all time! The kids’ll hate me. >>;

I beat Battle Moon Wars recently, yay! That last mission sucked balls. Fuck you, defence support. Fuck you, cross-screen field attack. Fuck you, status-inducing moves. And now I’ve started New Game +. I know, isn’t that just great, I’m at it again >>;.

So, for now, I’m off…to pick classes. Ah, fuck.

Listening to: Owl City – Vanilla Twilight.

“force into their flesh the natural laws of when they were human for a new baptism to destroy them”

Thoughts on Accountancy

My mum suggested I be an accountant, since I don’t have much of a clue what I wanted to do. Accounting seems so…boring and dead-end. Not to mention I hate math, even though it is basic math. But basic math is also so very boring. I imagine being an accountant would land me in a job where I’m damned to a cubicle for all eternity crunching numbers. A job for zombies, I feel. Do I really want that?

Oh, and I also hate econ, don’t they have something to do with each other?

Listening to: Owl City – Umbrella Beach.

asphalt, think about it

Late Night Television

I’ve been lazy, if you haven’t noticed. Of course you haven’t.

I should write about the past couple of months, but I don’t feel like it. Maybe later.

Instead, I’ll talk about tonight. My parents are staying at the other house to save gas and fix it up and crap. So, I took advantage of the opportunity. That’s right, I watched LATE NIGHT TELEVISION *fanfare and crap*. It’s really not that impressive, I know, but it’s got some crazy ass crap going on during the late night.

There are still kids shows running on PBS Kids. Granted, it is PBS KIDS, they’ve nothing more to show, but really, what kid would be up at this time watching? What kid should be up at this time watching? >>;

Pee Wee Herman was on MTV, or so it seemed. Personally, this is my first exposure to actually seeing Pee Wee Herman. I was flipping through channels and I saw him, and breakfast was being prepared by preposterous contraptions to the tune of “Breakfast Machine”, which I know from hearing it on the Internet. Appropriately titled, no? I figured this was MTV, this must be some surreal music video, albeit to a song that I doubt would be attracting of MTV’s target audience, until I saw the license plate on his bike “Pee Wee Herman”. And then it all clicked together that there was a plot, it was a show of some sort, and now I am left with “why the fuck would MTV be showing Pee Wee Herman?” Granted, 3:00 isn’t exactly a time most people would be watching, but still…

Superjail is really really really surreal and shit. What the fuck.

Reno 911! How crude. Exactly in my taste. Which reminds me, I’ve yet to watch Bruno, apparently it offended the bulk of the people I know that have watched it. Seeing as I’m a terrible person that doesn’t get particularly offended by most things, I’ll have to see just how offensive it is in the future…

Infomercials, their products are somehow made to look SO DAMN ATTRACTIVE. That is their purpose, yes, but still, no way in hell would they look so good if they didn’t have at least a semblance of working so well as shown in the infomercial. *sigh* Reminds me of this Achewood strip. OH, I also saw Slap Chop, on the TV, in the main! Vince Offer going “you’ll love my nuts”, lovingly rendered by an HDTV whose specs I know absolutely nothing about except it’s way huger and crisper than Youtube videos have ever shown up before (can’t say for the future though).

I’ve begun playing Battle Moon Wars again, goddammit. I see Melty Blood Actress Again videos, want to play that game, but it’s not out for PC anytime soon, so I settle for getting Melty Blood Act Cadenza up and running again. That being unsatisfying because I suck camel balls at fighting games, I went to Battle Moon Wars. *sigh* Not to mention, I’ve been getting into Platinum. Deep into Platinum. I beat the Elite 4 last morning before I went to bed. >< And with all this, my school work gets screwed over, terrible terrible me, yes?

The seasonal cough is back again! Fuck you, chronic bronchitis (which I assume is what’s afflicting me, thank Elvin for suggesting it).

Mmkay, I’m tired now, I’m off to bed. Maybe tomorrow I might blog about school. Maybe I won’t. Tune in tomorrow to find out! Same fail-time, same fail-channel!

Listening to: Akitaka Tohyama-Sacred Mushroom, from Nanosweep 5. I do say, Nanosweep is not bad, not  bad at all. Sometimes, you just have to revisit the material to gain an appreciation for it.

philosophy: are you really going to love his nuts

Graves

He bore a fleeting resemblance to “Wormtail” from the Harry Potter films. His hands were quite cold when I shook it. His face was quite aged. And he was a broker of death. And that’s the dude that helped my dad reserve a grave. And now, I have a grave site on hold, in my name. Isn’t that terribly wonderfully morbid? >>;

Personally, I think graves are too expensive, I heard like 4000 for a grave spot? And it’s not even the coffin sized ones, but the ones for cremated remains. A tiny spot of earth, not even fit for a hobo to live on, costing that much for not just a person, but a dead one? Death is such a terrible thing to capitalize on.

Also, who the hell cares about the view from the grave, when you’re in the grave, you’re dead, if you haven’t noticed.

Aren’t there also like continuing fees for keeping the grave and crap? What happens if you can’t pay the fees, they dig up the remains and toss them into a waste bin along with the tombstone?

Oh well, at least the water fountain there was wonderful. Refreshingly cold water and cups for your convenience. Obviously they’re turning a pretty penny so they’d have to provide better water fountains.

Listening to: Bond-Bella Donna.

just can’t stop, thinking about me

Stone of Death (WIP)

So, Richard made a comic, based on our first bread baking experience, which resulted in one hard-ass stone of a bread. And here it is, above. It’s a WIP, because Richard is unsatisfied with it and might want to color it in even more in the future. There’s always room for improvement! It is based on a stupid little idea of mines. Note that this bread plucked from the ground a la Peach’s down B move is even stronger than her deadly stitchface turnip, as it summons evil deadly hellfires and storms and such.

Listening to: xoc-Ice Cream Island 1, from What’s Pink and Sucks? It is some Kirby’s Adventure album, and while the songs on it are a tad on the short side, they are very well done. Also, KIRBY!

you know what they need? a hookshot

Baking Bread

So today, I helped in the baking of bread! It is a badass thing to do in a kitchen, to be able to bake bread. So after class and presentation (“So why did you pick “A Worn Path”" “uhhh……why NOT?”), I went to Safeway to get some supplies, mainly yeast and vegetable shortening and a few other things for possible future baking of cookies. Afterwards, I met up with Richard and we went to Nation’s for lunch. He had a cheeseburger and we both had fries and a slice of custard pie. That shit is pretty much like a big ass egg tart so it agreed with my taste buds. I also kept the tin, for being Asian. >>; Then Elvin picked us up and dropped us off and then he went to his little lunch thingy with Angel and Jon at Ihop or something.

So, since I forgot we didn’t have any milk (I dislike drinking it), we had to walk to the gas station to get a quart,  and then came back and began mixing up the dough. Shortening looks disgusting and unhealthy, and nothing like oil at all. >>; We didn’t know what “when the dough chases the spoon” meant for when the dough was ready for kneading, so we poured it out much too early onto our floured board, so we ended up making a mess of things there…we had to scoop it back up rather messily and ineffectively back into the mixing bowl, and it took us around something like 3 or so hours to actually get dough that was kneadable. We needed a lot more flour apparently. Next time, we know the consistency, and we have also found the electric beater so we dont have to do all that mixing with a spoon in hand. Mechanization!

We baked our bread a tad too long, I think, the crust was more  brown than golden-brown. The bottom crust was so tough so as to be not easily cut with a knife. Also, since we didn’t have a bread pan, we baked it in a Pyrex bowl. Our original idea was to bake it in a wok, but that didn’t work out very well since I was wary of the wok not holding up well in the oven’s heat. >>; So we ended up with something more like the stone of death rather that the staff of life. It was so hard it could possibly have been a murder weapon. Next time, I think we’ll bake it a bit less…

Listening to: Andy Tau-The Path (Rozza v Kandi Mix).

Pit: “I have trouble making sense”