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

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.

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

Equivalent Exchange

“The primary rule of Thaumaturgy is Equivalent Exchange. In order to create something, another object must be given as a price. It may also involve modification to an existing object. The base of all Thaumaturgy is the use of prana to produce something that either already exists or can exist. That which falls into the phantasm category, something made out entirely of images and might even not exist naturally anymore, will be eventually wiped out by the world for being in conflict with this rule.”

A principle behind magic in Type-Moon works. The world is one of give and take; phantasms pulled out of the magus’s imagination will shatter within moments, as the world is like a living organism – self preservation above all. Illusions cannot be reality, reality will move swiftly to restore balance.

I’ve been playing a lot of Fate/Stay Night, yeah, the laws behind the world are complicated >>;. And yet, so cool…

And my driving test is today, I REALLY should be asleep by now…I feel failure coming on…

Listening to: Daisuke Ishiwatari-Bullet Dance. The soundtrack for Blazblue came out, and the game being a spiritual successor to Guilty Gear…DO WANT. The music is similarly awesome as well.

awake…to a new world…hello world

I just spent the night looking at bash.org

I could not say it better, beyond the spelling, but that’s just me being anal: hell yeah bitches.

I just want to give it a go, fuck the various videos that show fail on youtube.

And, as the title states…I fail. >>; I’m off to bed, tomorrow, failing at driving, woooo!

Listening to: Fate/Unlimited Codes-EMIYA. A remix of the original theme from Fate/Stay Night, this shit is epic, it comes on when Archer’s ready to use Unlimited Blade Works to rape ass!

discuss.

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

Thanksgiving

So, according to another person in religion class, Thanksgiving was borne out of several white dudes getting high from some of that “peace pipe” with Indians and satisfying their subsequent munchies. Wonderful theories. I think I prefer this story compared to the traditional one. A bit more spice to it. Herbs and spice. Like oregano. >>;

So, another family gathering in San Francisco today, of course. The others wanted to venture into Chinatown, so I went there to meet up with them. Of all the stores they were at, they were looking around in one of those touristy gewgaw and trinket shops. I’d prefer the candy store, even with my cough. Sweet things are wonderful, especially the fruity ones. Chocolate’s okay, but in moderation. Fruity flavors I usually am able to eat more of without getting bored of the flavor. Especially grape, blue raspberry, blueberry, watermelon, green apple, cherry, I could go on…

At the house of the party, we ate on the stairwell to avoid the adults. Multiple spills occured, including one involving spilled rice. Dude then picked up the rice, grain by grain. Ouch. People were feeling clumsy today, I guess. I ate only one bowl of food, a turkey drumstick and some chow mein. I wasn’t particularly hungry for the food there, yeah…

After that, we watched The Dark Knight on my laptop. I would have preferred watching something a bit funnier, but whatever, they wanted to watch Batman, and I didn’t mind much. A pity the volume only goes so high, it wasn’t high enough for my tastes. The little kids outside kept on bugging us by being annoying and loud outside the room.

Apparently, Mario Kart Wii was brought there, but we didn’t get a chance to play it, which sucked. I was looking forward to playing that game sometime. Sometime in the future…

Listening to: Explosions in the Sky-Have You Passed Through This Night?

is this darkness in you too?

Robert Williams: Robot Fatality

This dude.

Yeah, that’s a horrible way to die (actually, not really, considering the tons worse ways one could die, but still). I just can’t help thinking “that could be a very good TV show title!”, of course, excepting the premise that it revolves around a dude that’s already been killed >>;. It also doesn’t help that I was chuckling at the fact that he’s listed as “robot fatality” instead of something a bit more…low key. I was also thinking of Mortal Kombat.

It’s 6:15. Many people wake around this hour. I usually head to bed this hour. I have an essay due Tuesday, and I’m being amused by the first victim of the eventual machine conquest. One can imagine the QUALITY CABBAGE I churn out for English, no?

Listening to: the sound of headphones on my head, but no music coming out of them. Why? Being lazy >>;.

not without incident