Young Emperor

I was waiting for my ride. As I waited, I saw a curious sight, two little kids, walking down the street. My eye for age isn’t much to say, so I couldn’t approximate further than “younger than high schoolers”. What I saw though was reminiscent of the emperor/sultan/rajah/ruler of some place close to the equator. One kid, who for some reason reminded me of Elvin’s little brother (perhaps he was? didn’t get a look at his face though) walking with a bottle of drink (7up/Sprite style bottle), neck sweating, in t-shirt and shorts. Behind him, fanning the other kid with a straw fan was a kid with a backpack, wearing a hoodie with his hood up, holding an umbrella in the other hand. Quite…servile. Such young kids, quite intriguing how such a dichotomy could arise…

So goes another day.

Listening to: Joe Hisaishi-Sunday, Piano Stories II.

roots are so….phallic

This crap always ends badly

So I overslept and now it 7 in the morning, I wanted up at 12, but sleep kept dragging me down…I’m getting too tired these days. So I had one crazy dream involving driving, vampires, and the lack of a knife. So somehow I came into possession of a car, and I was driving it crappily, since apparently the gas pedal was very sensitive, so I only went really slow or too fast (inexperience at driving probably). Brake also seemed very unresponsive…and so I was driving on the highway (Shit Ave. was one of the exits, I think) then went off an offramp into some hilly residential area. Somehow, I ended in someone’s home while they were out, then they came back, and I had to sneak out. Unique house design, right before the door to the exit there’s a rather steep ramp leading up to the rooms…and I jacked the kid’s inflatable sword and axe, which looked a bit less inflatable at first glance ><. Then somehow there were vampires that could turn others into vampires simply by a bite anywhere, and there were 7 vampires, though 1 was sick and left behind in a dumpster, and the other six took pieces of the moon somehow, like removing a blotch from what see could see of the full moon. Then humans came with knifes to try and kill the vampires by cutting their throat (in terms of traditional lore, we’re idiots). I didn’t have a knife, for some reason, and then the dude next to me gets vampirised by a rather portly >>;. lady after she falls down and he tries to go after her neck, but gets bitten by her in the hand while searching it out >>;. He goes after me, and then I actually am able to convince him that I was already bitten (maybe I was) and then for some reason my right side is itch when apparently I had a large cut in the side…and then I woke up scratching my side >>;.

I think Tsukihime’s been resurfacing in my dreams >>;.

Listening to: Kids Return. Some piano and violin piece Richard sent. It’s kind of in my head right now >>;.

fukken saved, i has it nao

Fleeting…

Yesterday, I had a day out in San Francisco, meaning I got no work done…and have so much of Catch-22 to read. Blargh.

Elvin is very tired these days…I had to rouse him from his slumber and get up to get up. Two punctually challenged people + plan of waking at 9 = reaching BART station at 12 ><. I’m surprised I got up as early as I did. We got to Powell Street station and decided to explore the connected mall.

Things I noticed while walking around in SF: Damn, there are a CRAPLOAD of smokers in the city. I was waiting for a light to turn green, there were about a row of people in front of me, nearly ALL of them were smoking, ugh ><. The wind was blowing at me too, poor luck.
There were 3 people carrying large Ikea umbrellas. One of them was me. I like that umbrella.
Hats are mucho mucho expensive. Around 35 for flat cap…crap.
Westfield Mall in San Francisco is VERRRRRY big. I’m not sure if we covered all of it…and then the amazing amount of levels in the mall. Elvin and I looked down over the guardrail thingies, and it was a very long fall…for some. We were discussing how well falls in the mall would be for suicides while looking over the edges.
Also: escalators that curve. *GASP!*
Abercrombie and Fitch has topless males showing off their toned body. Aren’t they cold? Probably not, perhaps there’s a heater there. But what is the point of having such a model standing in the door front?
There was some shop, “The Art of Shaving” or some crap. For men AND women. Bearded women >>;.
Katamari-such a simple concept. So very enticing though…must be the enticing possibility of rolling over little kiddies…then humans…then cows…then buildings…then ZA WARUDO!
Rasputin’s has SO much music…very interesting store design too, very vertical, and a very unique elevator I must say…NO U

And after hanging out with Elvin, I went off to my family gathering to play games, eat, and go home. And we played with sparklers. Such simple toys…such stupid fun…>>;.

Then today, instead of getting work done, I went out with Serene and Elvin to get lunch. Then they came back here and played on my piano. Elvin pwned me in a fighting game. Then I pwned him. So it’s all even and stuff, so come and play me, humans are so much more fun to play against…>>;. Then I went out again against my common sense and ended up at the end in Gamestop. I’m horrible, yeah. And an idiot as well, too slow for my own and others’ good…

I want to say something involving length and somebody, but it slipped my mind at the moment…

Listening to: Keiji Matsumoto-Blue Line, from Gran Turismo 2!

failure is just success rounded down!

Names

This night, while on my computer utilising the internets, I heard a ruckus from out back behind the house. So, I opened the door to the backyard to get a better listen, and I heard a man loudly yelling out someone, incorporating profanity widely into his harangue. Disturbing thing is apparently this has happened before, or that’s what my parents told me. It feels dangerous to report such an occurrence…yet it feels wrong not to have reported it…

I would like to also take this chance to remind people that I have a name, and it’s Gary, and there is a reason why I say to call me by that name, because it’s my name. Accept no imitations. I like my name, and even if I were to change it, I wouldn’t rely on the snide suggestions of others that make a mockery of my name. And while we’re at it, let’s go over how to spell my name. It’s G-A-R-Y, simple enough? No “e”, only one “r” and it has no superfluous letters. It’s probably one of the easiest names to spell, how could ANYONE misspell it? Ugh.

English of course has been a continued failure, as today was the presentation on analysis of a character. Too many pauses, utterances, and unsureness instead of putting out fluent, sure sentences. Absolutely wonderful, no? I hope to death that there isn’t anymore of those up-front presentation things on a character or a book or something…

My eye’s been twitching again. That’s bad.

So that will be for now. But there’s more I don’t know how to deal with…

Listening to: MintJam-Over There Faster, from their 5th Gig Energy Drive.

there was something i wanted to put here…then it slipped my mind. damn mind.

One of Many

I have a headache. ;_;

Nothing of note has happened recently that I want to talk about…Didn’t get any work done the night prior, that was bad, so I have to work hard tonight on Catch 22 and biology. Senioritis is hitting me hard, my English grade has gone down the drain and I can’t stand the class…today’s essay will once more kill me even more.

I had an odd dream today…involving bottles. So I’m up as usual at night, working, and a shadow of a car seems to be racing through my backyard out of the fence and into the corridor to the front of the house. I just blamed it on my vision…until it was dawn and there was actually a VW Bug (or similar) parked outside the large metal shed in the back. Some big, white, fat, bearded guy was taking the bottles out of the can of bottles that I have in back. Naturally, I wanted to stop him, since it was our bottles he was taking…so I went out and up to him, and then all becomes a blur…until I’m in my kitchen fighting some skinny beige-shade person with my biology book in a dispute about bottles. And failing miserably at harming him.

There was a noted lack of bottles in the recycling today though, it seemed…

Listening to: Hiroki Kikuta-New Day, from the Soukaigi OST.

denial of nothingness

Such a disappointing day…

Merry Massacre Day! In memorial of the Saint Valentine’s Day massacre, since I’d rather memorialise a more probable event for me. The day when an Al Capone ordered hit on “Bugs” Moran’s gang went down, and 5 gang members, a follower, and an auto mechanic were lined up on a wall and shot dead. Those were the days…of Prohibition, gang warfare, and bootlegging.

Oh, but how could I forget, even the Google Docs interface is a Valentine’s pink with a message box at top saying “Happy Valentine’s Day”. Bloody balloons floating all around the bloody school. Hell, a bloody condom packaging in the damn toilet in the A hall bathroom. Absolutely ubiquitous. Then it being the day before a nice long weekend, I didn’t want to go home yet, I wanted to go maybe do something with Elvin since Richard was tired, something like that, but obligations to Valentines, argh ><.

Moreover, crappy English poem writing test didn’t help, I don’t have a single clue on how to write a compare and contrast essay well. Emily Dickinson’s poem was utter crap (more reason to her being on my hit list), and Robert Frost’s though a tad bit better wasn’t a pleasure. I know for sure I can’t even get a 4 on that shitty essay ><. I also only got 5 chapters worth of Catch 22 notes because I chose sleep over notes. I was still tired when heading off to school.

There was were walkouts today during class. Some sort of protest against the removal of the block schedule, from what I heard, people walked out of all four classes after 55 minutes have passed in simulation of the short amount of time they would get under the 6 period day. Frankly, I don’t think it will do anything for changing the board member’s minds. I remember the slip that someone found giving several reasons for the support of the block system…one of them was “less homework”. That is one of the poorest reasons…or at least, poorly worded, as it sounds very selfish of the people. Perhaps a reason like “more time for extracurriculars” would have been better wording…most of the people that went out weren’t really going for the purpose of protesting for the block schedule, I think, people during 2nd block were making a raucous racket outside Duffey’s room, I think they’re more just taking advantage of not going to class. Poorly organised, and probably could be much better. Just my stupid thoughts though…

So afterschool, I went with Serene to Starbucks to get something to drink, and ended up talking until around 5 (more like her talking, as again, I rarely have serious things to say to people). Some of the talk involved how all AP classes have analysis…I crap at analysis. How do I know this? English class is all the evidence one needs, as well as my APUSH essays. But somehow Chem has analysis? I still don’t think so, from what I remember, it seemed like learning the process and then writing it all down back onto paper, or for mathematics, take equations and put things in the right hole >>;. And AP Biology? Essays right now seem to be pretty much rewriting the book out onto a piece of paper, and there’s not much analysis in that. I’m good at multiple choice and taking answers into my brain and spitting them back out…this is why English is my bane.

But my prediction was correct…today would be depressing…

And my parents are nagging the shit out of me, I wish they’d shut the hell up.

Listening to-Ayako Saso-F-Zero GX/AX Arrange Version “Big Blue”.

widening more than just your highways, JT Watts

My Hair, argh

For some reason there is a shitload of static cling in my hair, making it go insane right now ><.

English today was crappy as usual, I have half a book worth of notes to crap out tonight, fuck doing them for real, I will use Sparknotes for most of the end shit. Fuck the war notes too. Duffey asked me what my favorite book was and such, I declined to say. Somehow, I feel she would fuck it up for me with some analysis shit or something like that >>;.  Analysis ruins books for me, I’d probably enjoy the two books I was reading more if it weren’t for the damn analysis and notes and such.

Gov, it was noted that her notes came from the book site’s outlines, seeing as she directly printed it out on overhead transparencies to copy notes from. Pwnt.

Things have been relatively quiet though. Tomorrow’s the last day of school…then a four day weekend that will be GRACIOUSLY accepted. I’m thinking of using the time wisely…meaning I want to go to San Francisco one of those days, go to pier 39 and get me an old guy flat cap and repatriate my Gamecube…I want at some Smash Bros. to tide me over until March…when BRAWL hits the US!

Listening to: Michael Gray-Borderline.

SCREW SINGLE PLY, REAL MEN USE LEAVES

Past Curfew, isn’t it?

Last night…as it is now past midnight >>; was crazy. It was without a doubt the latest I’ve been outside the house without parents, perhaps even with parents @_@. I left at 7 for Skate Night, and skated until 9. I lack speed and stamina though, and I’m only growing older…I don’t know how others can skate so quickly, or for so long even. I’m sorry for being such a failure at conversation though…*sigh*. No amount of practice can cure me of it ><.

After skating Elvin and I went to ride BART home (man, totally safe in that part of Oakland, yeah) since his parents were at a party and mines didn’t really want to be bothered >>;. Then on a whim and semi-jokingly I proposed we board the train to SFO…so we do. Well, all the way to West Oakland anyways, since it would have been a hassle to go through the tunnel and SFO was a bit far at the time of the night. We wanted food too…so we headed back towards San Leandro. We then got off at Coliseum, since we wanted food, and I thought there was some place close by still open…it wasn’t. So we got to sit in the next train, filled with people coming back from the game. We got off at SL station, though we originally were headed for Bayfair for pickup, just so we could check if stores were still open for food. Amazingly, Safeway was still open, and so was Nation’s (they stay open till 3. @_@). I got dinner there, and then got picked up…after loitering in front of Nation’s for a while waiting >>;. Quite the adventure today. Tomorrow, parents will kill, I think >>;.

And how could I forget Elvin thinking aloud about what do we have for self-protection. I suggested flashing them. Elvin: “Someone’s going to get raped tonight. You betcha.”

Listening to: Mute City, Smash Bros. Brawl soundtrack stuff, this one’s from F-Zero.

rum, sodomy, and the lash-in the navy

Hit List

So, I was questioned whether the writer of that “Some Foreign Letters” piece that we had to read and do some multiple choice questions on was on my hit list. So, I was inspired to place a list of the people I want to travel back into time and eliminate (or just somehow damage them >>;).

William Shakespeare, for the nearly indecipherable language we are forced to read it in, top of hit list since Romeo and Juliet in freshman year; I’ve plans to behead him, then throw his head at Queenie
Charles Dickens, for A Tale of Two Cities and Great Expectations (true, I didn’t read the 2nd one, but it bored Elvin, so that cannot bode any well for me if I have to face the demon in the future); Headshot.
The Bronte Sisters (Charlotte and Emily), for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights respectively, I can’t stand either of them (if Emily’s anything like Charlotte, I’m going to hate her book); strand them in the moorlands to starve, since they wrote about it and crap
Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., for that accursed Imperial Presidency; I couldn’t find a single guide to get past not reading it, it was fucking long, fucking dry, and my ire towards him is absolute; I want to bash in his head to death with his own book.
Amy Tan, for The Joy Luck Club, because ALL the guys just had to be horrible people, hmm? Or at least remember hating the book with a passion. Headshot.
Oscar Wilde, for the utter STUPIDITY of the characters in The Importance of Being Earnest, yeah, I suppose it was meant to satirise society and all, but they were SO stupid that I cannot stand them at all; at least his play is understandable, and that will save him from the chopping block, but not from a well aimed shot to the weak point (attack the weak point for massive damage)
Person who invented heels, for their utter stupidity of mixing fashion with pain, corsets and foot binding anyone? Headshot.
Jane Austen, I just have a bad feeling about her..I don’t want to EVER approach her books >>;. Better safe then sorry, eh? Headshot.
Emily Dickinson, I hate her poems. HATE. I would trap her in her house and suffocate her with carbon monoxide, wouldn’t be very hard since she’s a recluse >>;.
Ralph Ellison, because I had to read Invisible Man, and I thought it would be about a REAL invisible man. Sorely mistaken, totally let down. That, and it was the last book we had to read, bloody hell I wasn’t motivated to read it or do the work for it ><. I want to drown him…because I’m in that kind of mood.

Perhaps more people will be added in the future. For now…we bide.

Listening to: 1080 Snowboarding-Golden Forest. More stuff from Super Smash Bros. Brawl…

[17:18 07] xiinxiin: who do you support?
[17:18 09] xiinxiin: Obama or Clinton?
[17:19 27] GTEW234: clintbama

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11/4
So I come back to this post a half year later or so, and my feelings towards these people haven’t changed…I still hate them >>;. But, realizing that sniper rifles are really hard to operate realistically (recoil, gravity, wind, unsteady hands, etc.) perhaps just shanking these people out of the blue would just be easier. I find myself half a year ago very….amusing >>;.

And do I have anyone to add? Not yet…I’ve read a lot of crap that I really don’t want to read in minority studies because the articles were boring, but they weren’t bad to the point of the aforementioned…and while I hate English, that’s just because I procrastinate. Lots. Tim O’Brien’s book The Things They Carried didn’t seem too bad…so he gets spared >>;. But, seeing as I’l still have to do another semester of English in the future…I doubt the list will remain as such.

Listening to: Mondo Grosso-Star Suite III: North Star.

asspull

I Win.

But I digress. So, an aunt and uncle came over to the house today (guess how they are related? a prize to the winner! >>;). They were talking about my hair, how it resembled my dad’s hair in the past (nowadays though? HA, pretty much the baldest of his siblings), with the large amounts of hair and such…although I’m sure it was not in the style of emo, unlike my hair at times. I think the reason why he complains about my hair so much is hair envy…he lacks the hair while I have it. I think baldness is inherited from the mother, and I hope so too, my grandpa wasn’t bald >>;. I hope I’m not too similar to my father, I don’t like him all that much at times…

Now, to the subject I want to rant about…HEELS.

“2) (more to Gary) DUH the only real reasons to wear heals is cause they look nice with our outfit, and they make you a closer hight to your date. Also, they make your legs look HOT XD”

Simply for looks? I swear to the powers that be, STUPIDEST REASON EVER, I stand by that. And from what I hear (and from their looks) they aren’t exactly very comfortable, especially in situations where all you do is STAND AND WALK AROUND. It reminds of foot binding. Eugh. Reminds me of impaling yourself on a spear and calling it fashion. Humans are so irrational and stupid. Moreover, the reason of making your “legs look HOT” is not exactly the best reasoning to use at times…The dude that invented heels? He/she is TOTALLY on my hitlist.

Listening to: Rainbow Road, from Mario Kart Double Dash!!, as ripped from Super Smash Bros. Brawl. It finally completed ><. I don’t seem to be able to get seeds for my other torrent though ><.

KNIFE EYE ATTACK