SNAP

Dammit, I had like three dreams or something yesterday! And I totally forgot to record them here. Shitsux.

Last night though, I had a rather creepy one though! So for some reason my perspective in the dream was that of the lead saxophonist Takeshi Itoh of T-Square, and we were doing a show on a rather cramped set reminscent of a room in a house, except with a pillar of sorts in it. So the guitarist, he disappeared backstage for a while, and then he reappeared, all dressed up in leather, the sort of leather you’d see constituting leather pants. In fact it seemed like he was all covered in leather rather haphazardly. Sort of transmogrified into a leather demon of sorts. I feel like he started to use a blade to cut into another of the band member’s back slowly, I feel it was for the implantation of leather demon larvae to change another person, so I decided to pull a blade out of nowhere and cut the demon with it. This blade, its construction was absurd to say the least, golden in sheen and the “tip” was designed to look somewhat like a flame, with multiple tips that did not look all that durable or sensible. The middle of the dream somewhat fades out, but most vividly about the dream was the end of it. I started to feel a stiffening in my neck, neck began to bend to the left slowly, against my will, and there  started to be a pain in the right of my neck. I tried to rush for the exit to the place, with one thought going through my mind : “Hey, what’s that title to that song again? Oh, right, ‘SNAP!’” And then I believe my neck snapped, but I woke up. My neck did feel a little suspect in the snapping spot at the moment when I woke…

I also remember snippets of a dream involving me and Serene going to random museum-zoo hybrid thing, apparently to go see a show involving monkeys. Apparently we went too late and the next show was tomorrow, so she bought herself a ticket for that show while I felt like it was ridiculously expensive and I did not want to go again tomorrow.  Really, I could see this happening in real life, maybe not the monkey show thing, but the situation in general.

So my birthday just passed a couple days ago. The cake was delicious. Sadly, I fell asleep before I could eat it on my birthday because I was just nine kinds of tired right there, so I ended up eating the day after. It was still very good tasting though. I spent most my birthday visiting the school (exciting, I know). Richard was there, and we watched Duffey’s talent show and then visited Del (he remembers me as “the kid he didn’t teach). Afterwards, we rushed to Quiznos, because I was in the mood, and had been remembering fondly the Chicken Carbonara sandwich. It is so so so very expensive however, as good as it tastes, and as much as I want it again, and would not mind another one, the place is just so very expensive. I don’t really see why Quiznos is so much more expensive than Subway, they don’t really do anything to merit it (what, we toast our sandwiches? Everyone else does too nowadays). They do have some tasty sandwiches though, I can’t argue with that…

We were supposed to go to Doan’s afterschool, but we couldn’t make it because we had to let his sister in from getting back from school. She came rather late, but oh well. Things happen.

So I’ve got a couple weeks of break coming up that I’m sure will be gone in blink of eye, but I sure would like to do something over break. Perhaps go somewhere I’ve never really gone before. Like, I don’t know, Millbrae (yes my horizons are quite small). I don’t know shit about the place, except the BART station area looked pretty impressive to me, from what little I remember. Chances are though nothing will happen, because that’s how it goes.

Listening to: N.EX.T.-Vortex Infinitum (Robo-Ky’s Theme).

your concept, it is brilliant

The Kite, It Flew

So I went out today for something other than class, it’s been a while since I’ve done that. In fact, I didn’t even go to class today, since it was another walking tour, and Elvin was busy, so it would probably suck without good company. So, I got to sleep in until 2 or 3, which was glorious, but I wish I had awoken earlier though…And then I showered, ate, and then Elvin and I went out for some animal fries. I haven’t had those in a good while either, and they were deliciously unhealthy. Of course, I probably walked off most of it later…

After the eating, we went to fly the kite. There was soccer practice of some sort going on at the moment, which took up most of the field, but we were able to find a small spot to launch our kite with a wind untampered with by the trees. We got it to its full height soon, and we thought it would be smooth sailing. Furthermore, we were feeling lazy, so we decided to weigh down the spool with Elvin’s backpack…and we found out how easy it is to detach the handle from where the string is wound around. Oh, but the string didn’t slip off the spool, although it looked quite easy to do so. No, I felt his backpack was unsafe, so I took it in my hands again…and the string broke. No, not where we tied the old string to the new string, that would have been too easy, because I’d still have the new string. No, it broke off right at the spool, at the tie that was manufactured to keep the last of the string around the spool. Goddamnit, next time, I’m retying that shit so many more times ><.

So, once the kite started flying away, I tried chasing after it. Of course, the wind blows a hell of a lot faster than I can run, so now it’s somewhere in the golf course at the Marina. Or perhaps further in, somewhere in the marshy area. After the kite flew away, Elvin and I decided to walk down the bayside trail which I’ve never set foot in, to see if we could see it in the golf course areas near the track. We didn’t see crap of course, which sucks. So now, I need a new kite, and perhaps much longer lengths of string, if we’re going to start anew…*sigh*. And it was glow in the dark too! Well, nominally, it’s really hard to see in the night >>;.

Perhaps it will show up in the newspaper, if it’s a slow week. “Kite Found on Golf Course; Terrible Paint Job On It”

Listening to: Isamu Ohira-The “Real” Motorious City. Gran Turismo 2 OST….it’s been a while.

TWO MEN ENTER, ONE HORSE LEAVES

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

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

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

Bathrooms

So today, I had to go to Berkeley for dealing with some financial aid business there. But…it’s closed Fridays. *sigh* And I had to wake early and gather up all the right documents and crap…So I’m going again Monday.

After Berkeley, I went to Sunset District, San Francisco, as my dad had to help finish off fixing my cousin’s wall (some sort of accident blew a hole into the wall apparently) and to pick up the desktop, which had activation trouble because I formatted the hard drive and had to reinstall Vista and shit. After fixing the crap up there, my dad and I went to take a look at the nearby beach, and then I experienced one of the City of San Francisco’s Public Convenience Stations, located at Taraval and Great Highway. Wonderfully verbose title, eh? The restroom was decorated nicely with tile and looked rather cleaner than other park facilities I’ve seen, but sinks and the toilets work pretty much the same, with a button for flushing instead of a lever. The urinals had no dividers, and the toilet paper was one ply and distributed like paper towel…not the best, I’d say. Oh, and not to forget, the stalls didn’t have doors. So pretty much a normal public toilet dolled up to look a tad better. Just the addition of stall doors would be wonderful for crap like that >>;.

After the Public Convenience Station, we went to some Chinese restaurant to eat, and we both ordered Beef and Tofu over rice. It was cheap, awesome, filling, and because it came with a large bowl of free soup, I wanted to finish off all the soup so as not to waste it. And then I get hit by the dams straining at the walls in the middle of a traffic jam that started all the way on the junction between 101 and 280, which is still a whiles to go. The soup was less than wise…so I had to make pit stop in Oakland REAL BAD, and go into a restroom at Sincere Hardware. It’s run by a Chinese dude, and I found it cool >>;. The restroom, which opens straight into the open world and looked like it was added onto the main building, is surprisingly nice, considering that its a hardware store and it’s Chinese owned >>;. Maybe it’s just the Chinese restaurant restrooms that fail? >>;. It looked like it could pass off for the bathroom of a nice house, but then again, the place does sell the materials to build that sort of a restroom, so perhaps I shouldn’t be that surprised. And everything was perfect about it, beyond lack of seat covers…but I’m sure they’ll get refills! That is a good bathroom that I would without a doubt use again if I needed to >>;.

Then I went to Laney, asked why the fuck I still didn’t get a grade for Minority Studies, then went home and emailed the teacher about the grade. I seriously need the letter grade so I can get a final transcript and shit…*sigh* I hope I haven’t fucked anything up for the class, I really don’t think I did.

Beyond bathrooms…I got a new mp3 player that will hopefully last me longer than 2 years and still be able to hold a good charge. Sadly…no OGG support…yeah, I am horrible >>;.

And now…to sleep some sort of sleep that I will sleep!

Listening to: Cerf, Mitsika, and Jaren-You Never Said (Original Mix).

some words or some shit

That which is 2009

Vacation makes me lazy like fuck, yeah? Horrible, I know. I should probably stop doing that…but hey, it’s me and shit, yeah? And this is NOT some new years resolution thing, no way resolutions should be put off to the beginning of the new year, you should do it when you can and want to, not depending on the new year >>;. Of course, being me, I’m not much of a resolution person at all >>;.

So, it’s the new year. A year is a construct of man, built to measure time, that bastard. So…fuck time, and fuck man. Let’s go, wrath!

Tonight, I went out with Elvin to scout out Bay Farm, then went to Target and then his house to wait it out. Later on in the night we went with his cousin Clark, Clark’s girlfriend Wishma, Gloria, and Cindy to Bay Farm to watch the fireworks from range. It wasn’t really that moving…especially, considering that the most amazing display would come from San Francisco hands down, had a black mass of fog hanging down on the whole damn city. I say, it’s as if they don’t want the rest of the world peeping in on their fireworks. It wasn’t that cold though, I was wearing my fleece hoodie thingy thats warm as fuck after a while of acclimating to the cold. It’s an awesome hoodie, fuck yeah Seaking. So, we stayed there for a while, then we went back to look for food. It’s New Year’s Eve though, and everything’s closed…Denny’s, IHOP (we got lost a bit looking for IHOP and entered the Hayward ghetto-y area, with cops arresting people at some bar and a large gang of people just crossing the street in the middle of the street, I think), and by the time we picked up Angel from the Hayward Bart station (we were in the neighborhood), In-n-Out was on the list as well. Surprisingly (or maybe not so much?), Nation’s was open, and it was crowded. We ate food, I got burger juice over my t-shirt (bleh), and now at 3 I’m back home typing up my blog in ages. Fuck day, night’s when the awesome happens.

And I’m 18 now! 18th’ birthday on the 18th of December (damn December, ruining the combo), Elvin, Richard, and Charles came over, had pizza and cake, played games. Basic shit, yeah? Nothing’s really different though, but what can you expect. Age is another construct of man…fuck man >>;. What can I do legally now is either not much of a change, I’m too late for, or something I don’t do at all. I can legally be out late late late at night…but I’ve done it before anyways, so yeah, the world still rotates on its axis.

I’ve gone out a lot during break with Elvin, Serene, Richard, and Charles, or they’ve come over to hang out. They leave so very early though…which somewhat sucks, yeah? After they all leave on the 4th or so, I’m pretty sure most of my time will be spent at home puttering around and sleeping…hikikomori woo >>;. It’s been seriously awesome hanging out with you guys so much though, considering my recluse status during school.

Driving…sucks ass. I was falling asleep yesterday driving down Hesperian at around 3…horrible place and time to be falling asleep. I am so failing that driving test, I often miss stop signs until my mum warns me, and I’m seriously absentminded. Not to mention, my parking sucks balls, and I hit curbs >>;. Watch me fail the test on the 6th! >>;.

Listening to: Epik High feat. Clazziquai-혼자라도 / Honjarado / Even Alone. Damn song, it’s not the stuff I usually listen to for the most part, but it’s grown on me >>;.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’ll fuck you with a rake

Heh, Oral

Dancing man wearing a horse mask cooks wild mushrooms. This is truly an example of a uniquely Japanese experience >>;. Isn’t Japan wonderful?

Beyond the internets…so, I am confident that I failed my oral presentation on creationism and intelligent design. I blanked out for around/over 30 seconds searching for the word “preferred”, I spoke much too rapidly, and ended up presenting for 5 of the 15 minutes I was supposed to present. I only hope my other grades are enough to salvage my grade in the class.

And so, after that trainwreck, all I have now is to finish off my various essays for Asian Art History and Religion, and brave the essay finals for English and Minority Studies, and a simple exam for Cultural Geography. It’s not that bad…at least it doesn’t look too bad right now >>;.

Listening to: Jesca Hoop-Money.

55378008-i wonder if kids still do that…

“Goddamn That Was Good”

-said right after taking a Large Dump. All vulgarities aside…

Yeah, that pretty much described my day. For some reason, today went particularly auspiciously, especially after that hell of a night I just had to go through to finish some essay that will guarantee be limited to a B because I didn’t do a peer review >>;. While the English teacher noted my absence that Thursday because I didn’t have a paper for peer review so I decided to stay home and work on it (really, didn’t help much >>;), I learned I didn’t miss much – we read out our midterms in front of the class, from what I heard. And apparently I was supposed to read mine >>;. But, I wasn’t there so…bullet dodged, I guess >>;. Teacher said I got a good grade or some crap like that? I, of course, didn’t believe it, and I was right. B-, on par, eh? I’m going to redo it for a better grade or extra credit or something to that effect >>;. The rest of the class went smoothly, reading stuff from the anthology.

Religion, we spent the whole class discussing Prop 8, there was one kid against gay marriage for religious reasons, and so it was quite interesting listening to his defense, and the professor’s defense. The topic for the day was Daoism – the basic idea is to let events take their natural course, because that’s how nature intended it to be, and thus, is good. We also got our multiple choice quiz back from the last Thursday. 74/100, it made me inordinately happy, since I seem to do well on multiple choice, and it’s been a while >>;.

I had lunch at some Chinese fast food place in Chinatown. I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that Chopsticks Express is x1 bajillion zillion times better, with more flavor, and looking a bit better that the stuff offered in that joint >>;. Cheaper as well >>;. Only thing that was good about the place was they had soy sauce chicken, which I strongly like, and haven’t had in a while. Really not worth it though, considering everything else was rather crappy >>;. After that, I went to the library to study. I was able to cover nearly everything I wanted to cover, so I’m happy. The only thing I couldn’t get was something about the American creed and the four types of something >>;. It was a bonus question anyways, so meh. I was unable to find some article I needed on the internets though, so I rushed back to the Laney Library to find the article in the reader for the class. And digested the material. Hopefully I can pull out an A with this test, like I did last time. Certainly didn’t feel that bad at the end >>;.

On the way back to class I bought a Monster, since I slept only around 4 hours last night. I drank it in class. Either that energy drink is a pussy, or caffeine has no effect on me >>;. Unless you’re supposed to yawn after drinking it, I don’t know >>;

Town House crackers are really good. I must remind myself to get more in the future.

And my DS is serving as a pretty good backup mp3 player right now, since my old iAudio can’t hold a charge for shit, dies way too early, and the audio dies every so often, so I need to turn it off and then turn it back on again. Which wastes more batteries. Which means that it dies even earlier. It really is a piece of shit now >>;.

Listening to: Coldplay-A Message. It’s on replay. In my head. Of course, I don’t mind, since it’s that awesome of a song.

this too shall pass
but you know what, fuck that, im in a good mood right now