So my blogs have been mis-numbered not once, but twice. And then a third time which possibly lead to a fourth, and I wouldn't be surprised if it went ahead and decided to go for a lucky fifth. Totally not my fault. Some days my blog practically writes itself, it seems. My blog says that this will be my 93rd blog, but until now everyone has insisted that I'm totally not done yet and that I still have more to write. Well, sure I skipped a few and doubled up the next day, and when it wasn't necessary to do that... I wrote everyday. Therefore, I resign.
I think I deserve and I could really go for a glass of wine right now, preferably some sake because I'm obsessive about Japanese things, but either way I'm not 21.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
(87) Deathly Indiana Moons
I am crippled. I've never been this sore in my life! That little workout episode and caffeine trip has left its mark if I do say so myself. I can barely walk down the stairs, let alone walk down the street.
Kyle and I had a fantastic dinner at a little Chinese restaurant in Valpo. Its was especially interesting considering the waitress was a witch. She was able to convince everyone to have something simply by asking "So you want some _____?" and it worked every time. We had an appetizer of egg rolls that we didn't plan to order. We had tea. The guy behind us had a beer he probably didn't plan on having. It was amazing the way she just asked so casually, and every customer fell for it. I wish I had such an easy power of persuasion. Kyle however, may have found himself cursed since he tried to get away with leaving her a $3 tip! But that's okay I convinced him to leave her more.
We, er, I played Heavy Rain for like two hours. It was really fun, but considering I just jumped into the middle of the story I was having difficultly figuring out who the characters were and what they were doing.
On the way home, there was a big harvest-half-moon. It was really cool to watch it hang so low in the sky, and gradually sink into the horizon as it transitioned from a buttery yellow color into a blood red.
It was a really good day. Tomorrow I'm going to visit my grandma and.... well who knows what else I'll do.
Kyle and I had a fantastic dinner at a little Chinese restaurant in Valpo. Its was especially interesting considering the waitress was a witch. She was able to convince everyone to have something simply by asking "So you want some _____?" and it worked every time. We had an appetizer of egg rolls that we didn't plan to order. We had tea. The guy behind us had a beer he probably didn't plan on having. It was amazing the way she just asked so casually, and every customer fell for it. I wish I had such an easy power of persuasion. Kyle however, may have found himself cursed since he tried to get away with leaving her a $3 tip! But that's okay I convinced him to leave her more.
We, er, I played Heavy Rain for like two hours. It was really fun, but considering I just jumped into the middle of the story I was having difficultly figuring out who the characters were and what they were doing.
On the way home, there was a big harvest-half-moon. It was really cool to watch it hang so low in the sky, and gradually sink into the horizon as it transitioned from a buttery yellow color into a blood red.
It was a really good day. Tomorrow I'm going to visit my grandma and.... well who knows what else I'll do.
Friday, May 21, 2010
(86) I Love All the Animals
I just watched a documentary on Discovery about when moose attack, and now I'm watching a general documentary on Spike about dangerous animals. Truth be told, most animals scare me to death. But so long as I see them on a TV screen, pictures, or behind iron bars or a cage, I swoon over their cutesy cuddleiness.
I just saw the segment about bears mauling people, and it seems that most bears go directly for the face. It reminds me a lot of those stupid facebook meme things. There was literally one that said something along the lines of "if you ever get mauled by a bear, I hope they stay away from your face because you're pretty cute :)"
DEBUNKED. Upon any given rendezvous with a bear, say goodbye to your lover's pretty face.
I at least like how all the victims say (or perhaps claim) that they hold no grudge against the animal that attacked them. Most times, the rampaging animals are female who think you are entirely too close for comfort, or that you and your pretty face look delicious. Some times, the animal that attacked someone is literally hunted down and killed. But really, I understand that we have a social order and that we're pretty much at the top of the food chain in the animal kingdom, but why must we hold ourselves to be so much more important and valuable than animals?
It's likely because we're an entirely different species from them, and don't necessarily have to associate with them. But we can use them to test cosmetics and other potentially damaging medicines, we can lock them up and put them on display, force them into show business (like SeaWorld for example, those dolphins and Orcas live tragically short lives and suffer to no end!), and we can even hunt them, killing them for no reason other than to call it a sport. Under captivity of humankind, what chance does an animal have to escape and how likely will it re-adapt upon release? Close to none, and will probably die of starvation. I just don't get it.
Now I'm not a big PETA fan, frankly I think they objectify and humiliate people for the sake of animals which is equally wrong, but it is strange that a small part of me feels guilty that humankind has dominated and constructed nearly the entire world? In a perfect world, we'd all get along. Like in cartoons and stuff.
I just saw the segment about bears mauling people, and it seems that most bears go directly for the face. It reminds me a lot of those stupid facebook meme things. There was literally one that said something along the lines of "if you ever get mauled by a bear, I hope they stay away from your face because you're pretty cute :)"
DEBUNKED. Upon any given rendezvous with a bear, say goodbye to your lover's pretty face.
I at least like how all the victims say (or perhaps claim) that they hold no grudge against the animal that attacked them. Most times, the rampaging animals are female who think you are entirely too close for comfort, or that you and your pretty face look delicious. Some times, the animal that attacked someone is literally hunted down and killed. But really, I understand that we have a social order and that we're pretty much at the top of the food chain in the animal kingdom, but why must we hold ourselves to be so much more important and valuable than animals?
It's likely because we're an entirely different species from them, and don't necessarily have to associate with them. But we can use them to test cosmetics and other potentially damaging medicines, we can lock them up and put them on display, force them into show business (like SeaWorld for example, those dolphins and Orcas live tragically short lives and suffer to no end!), and we can even hunt them, killing them for no reason other than to call it a sport. Under captivity of humankind, what chance does an animal have to escape and how likely will it re-adapt upon release? Close to none, and will probably die of starvation. I just don't get it.
Now I'm not a big PETA fan, frankly I think they objectify and humiliate people for the sake of animals which is equally wrong, but it is strange that a small part of me feels guilty that humankind has dominated and constructed nearly the entire world? In a perfect world, we'd all get along. Like in cartoons and stuff.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
(85) Trippin' on that Jazzercise
So I finally decided to work out today! And it knocked me out.
After 15 minutes it felt like my muscles were shifting and tearing away from my bones. I was short of breath practically the moment I started moving. The worst part is that when I was done, I wound up really dizzy and had a bad case of jitters. I couldn't even lift my arms to wash my hair in the shower!
I didn't know I fell that much out of shape. This is a serious issue, and if I'm not aching and sore tomorrow --or the next day-- I am committed to getting in better shape this summer.
Again, it's not that I'm body conscious or anything, but MAN-OH-MAN if I can't manage to stay active for 15 minutes, that's a teeny weeny problem! Plus, its a huge stress reliever and I could really use a little bit of that.
My extreme case of exhaustion may actually be a false alarm toward my overall health, though. I was running on pretty high amounts of caffeine and had an empty stomach. Now that I think about it, I don't think I was "exhausted"; I think I was actually tripping. This exact situation has got to be the circumstance that contributes to the drug aspect of caffeine. So next time I'll work out when I'm sober of coffee, and I'm sure I'll find that I'm not as bad off as I think I am. If any of you are ever feeling dangerous or daring, and want to experiment with drugs in a healthier alternative to psychedelics, try this sometime and see if you get a similar result... Because I know I'm not going to do that again!
In other news, I didn't do anything today. After working out I still ate sweets, pizza rolls, and other junk food today. And it was good.
I played more Yakuza and I'm really liking it.
After 15 minutes it felt like my muscles were shifting and tearing away from my bones. I was short of breath practically the moment I started moving. The worst part is that when I was done, I wound up really dizzy and had a bad case of jitters. I couldn't even lift my arms to wash my hair in the shower!
I didn't know I fell that much out of shape. This is a serious issue, and if I'm not aching and sore tomorrow --or the next day-- I am committed to getting in better shape this summer.
Again, it's not that I'm body conscious or anything, but MAN-OH-MAN if I can't manage to stay active for 15 minutes, that's a teeny weeny problem! Plus, its a huge stress reliever and I could really use a little bit of that.
My extreme case of exhaustion may actually be a false alarm toward my overall health, though. I was running on pretty high amounts of caffeine and had an empty stomach. Now that I think about it, I don't think I was "exhausted"; I think I was actually tripping. This exact situation has got to be the circumstance that contributes to the drug aspect of caffeine. So next time I'll work out when I'm sober of coffee, and I'm sure I'll find that I'm not as bad off as I think I am. If any of you are ever feeling dangerous or daring, and want to experiment with drugs in a healthier alternative to psychedelics, try this sometime and see if you get a similar result... Because I know I'm not going to do that again!
In other news, I didn't do anything today. After working out I still ate sweets, pizza rolls, and other junk food today. And it was good.
I played more Yakuza and I'm really liking it.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
(84) Nothing.
Today was productive, but boring. I called the Starbucks that I applied for an sweet-talked the manager into writing down a note to the hiring manager about how great I am and that I deserve the job.
Then, I went and registered for summer school and made an eye doctor's appointment. Super exciting, huh?
Well I did play Yakuza and so far I like it. The storyline is pretty hard to follow since so many characters with funny names were introduced so fast. But its good. Apparently, the cord that was missing was never lost. I did have the yellow/white/red cable, but I didn't have the actual outlet part. Which has been in my drawer all along. I just never thought it fit because I didn't realize how hard I actually had to push it into the port. OOOOOOOPS.
I never opened that package from GameStop. I think I'll stop by tomorrow and see if I can return it. I'll bet you anything that will be the highlight of my day.
Then, I went and registered for summer school and made an eye doctor's appointment. Super exciting, huh?
Well I did play Yakuza and so far I like it. The storyline is pretty hard to follow since so many characters with funny names were introduced so fast. But its good. Apparently, the cord that was missing was never lost. I did have the yellow/white/red cable, but I didn't have the actual outlet part. Which has been in my drawer all along. I just never thought it fit because I didn't realize how hard I actually had to push it into the port. OOOOOOOPS.
I never opened that package from GameStop. I think I'll stop by tomorrow and see if I can return it. I'll bet you anything that will be the highlight of my day.
(83) Moon Prism Power
Oh, my Dell. I just don't understand you. I thought your battery was dead, now all of a sudden it's charging after months of inactivity. It made me believe it was dead, broken, or just plain lazy and sleeping all this time. Maybe we have more in common than I think. Sometimes I sleep til 2:30PM because I don't think I have a good reason to get out of bed anyway. And you don't charge the battery because there's no good reason to since I keep it plugged in all the time anyway. Well, at least I know you're alive. And one you fully charge, you're getting unplugged.
I didn't get around to playing Yakuza today, probably tomorrow. Due to my computer's excellent health conditions, I played The Sims all night instead because my sailor scout family needed some attention. Makoto (Jupiter) was advancing like crazy in her food-industry career, until she got fired from her job when she didn't bring designer water to a famous person at her restaurant. Minako (Venus) got caught cheating on Usagi (Moon) with another man, so Usagi and him got into a nasty slap fight and he started crying. I decided to make Venus a raging bisexual just to keep things interesting. Rei (Mars) finally got her first job as an intern for a political campaign, and is secretly having an affair with Mamoru (Tuxedo), who Usagi hasn't actually met in the game so far anyway. So both Minako and Mamoru are cheating on her already. Poor Usagi. Amy is boring and makes the most money out of all of them as a scientist, and has a boyfriend whom she met when he walked past their house. She's just boring.
I went over the Outer Senshi's home, but their drama is practically nonexistent, except that Minako has a big whopping crush on Haruka (Uranus) and wants to flirt with her, even though Haruka and Michiru (Neptune) are married. Setsuna (Pluto) is just an anti-social bitch and no one likes her. Probably because she's not a planet anymore. And Hotaru (Saturn) never does her homework.
In other news, today was a day well spent. I spent four hours running around looking for a job. The most common response was "We're not currently hiring, but we're always accepting applications!". Basically, "fill it out and good luck, miss". I was especially sad to hear that from Buffalo Wild Wings, considering the one manager was so thrilled to know I had all the experience and skills necessary, and even gave me the hiring manager's number to call and tell her I was interested. What a disappointment.
I went into a little diner that my mom and I go to sometimes, because I saw a sign that said they were hiring for servers, but I don't know how thrilled they were when I told them I could only work seasonal. Diners always seem shady to me, so I don't know if I want to work there anyway. There were a lot of girls that seemed to be around my age working there, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. As long as I'm not being paid under the table or they're taking my tips (coughcough- BEWARE OF MOST FAMILY OWNED RESTAURANTS-COUGH) I'll take what I can get.
I didn't get around to playing Yakuza today, probably tomorrow. Due to my computer's excellent health conditions, I played The Sims all night instead because my sailor scout family needed some attention. Makoto (Jupiter) was advancing like crazy in her food-industry career, until she got fired from her job when she didn't bring designer water to a famous person at her restaurant. Minako (Venus) got caught cheating on Usagi (Moon) with another man, so Usagi and him got into a nasty slap fight and he started crying. I decided to make Venus a raging bisexual just to keep things interesting. Rei (Mars) finally got her first job as an intern for a political campaign, and is secretly having an affair with Mamoru (Tuxedo), who Usagi hasn't actually met in the game so far anyway. So both Minako and Mamoru are cheating on her already. Poor Usagi. Amy is boring and makes the most money out of all of them as a scientist, and has a boyfriend whom she met when he walked past their house. She's just boring.
I went over the Outer Senshi's home, but their drama is practically nonexistent, except that Minako has a big whopping crush on Haruka (Uranus) and wants to flirt with her, even though Haruka and Michiru (Neptune) are married. Setsuna (Pluto) is just an anti-social bitch and no one likes her. Probably because she's not a planet anymore. And Hotaru (Saturn) never does her homework.
In other news, today was a day well spent. I spent four hours running around looking for a job. The most common response was "We're not currently hiring, but we're always accepting applications!". Basically, "fill it out and good luck, miss". I was especially sad to hear that from Buffalo Wild Wings, considering the one manager was so thrilled to know I had all the experience and skills necessary, and even gave me the hiring manager's number to call and tell her I was interested. What a disappointment.
I went into a little diner that my mom and I go to sometimes, because I saw a sign that said they were hiring for servers, but I don't know how thrilled they were when I told them I could only work seasonal. Diners always seem shady to me, so I don't know if I want to work there anyway. There were a lot of girls that seemed to be around my age working there, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. As long as I'm not being paid under the table or they're taking my tips (coughcough- BEWARE OF MOST FAMILY OWNED RESTAURANTS-COUGH) I'll take what I can get.
Monday, May 17, 2010
(82) Game On (But Not at Ball State)
I went over to GameStop and decided to finally buy the missing part to my PS2. I haven't played in nearly a year because the coaxial cable went missing when I moved into my dorm and has never been found. But I am ready to hop onto my "I don't give a damn about anything anymore!" summer bandwagon and play video games again! I never beat Kingdom Hearts, or Final Fantasy X. I got to Atlantis and had a hard time defeating Ursula and never quite cared to go back and kill her.... until now. And FFX was so.... slow. Every time I moved there was a movie scene and it just never seemed to end. I'm thinking I oughta replace it with different game. So at GameStop, I bought Yakuza since it was on sale for $10 in the pre-owned section. I'm really excited to play it tomorrow.
I am not kidding you, the Sherrerville/Dyer area has 5 GameStop locations within a two mile radius, and then another in Merillville! Its like Starbucks in Chicago. I guess that doesn't surprise me since this area of Northwest Indiana is so full of kids and young people. And then there's the vast population of stoners, high school drop-outs, and the "oh, I swear I'm looking for a job!" groups. Regardless, the GameStop locations are a super plus for the few young thriving people like myself who lurk the area.
I'll be the first to admit I'm not as much of a dedicated gamer as many of my friends are. Often times, its just that I'm purely too busy to play them as often as I like. Other times I'm just tired and would rather bum-out and just watch TV. Next thing you know, days turn into weeks and suddenly I forget I even like video games. Video games can tell some of the greatest stories, and I love playing a game that keeps me on my toes. I remember when I was younger and N64 was the latest system. My dedication to games was incredible. I loved the stories and the fun little games that I could kill a few hours after school playing. So I'm hoping I can go back to those days and feel the same joy and excitement I got from those games. Starting with.... this summer :)
I am not kidding you, the Sherrerville/Dyer area has 5 GameStop locations within a two mile radius, and then another in Merillville! Its like Starbucks in Chicago. I guess that doesn't surprise me since this area of Northwest Indiana is so full of kids and young people. And then there's the vast population of stoners, high school drop-outs, and the "oh, I swear I'm looking for a job!" groups. Regardless, the GameStop locations are a super plus for the few young thriving people like myself who lurk the area.
I'll be the first to admit I'm not as much of a dedicated gamer as many of my friends are. Often times, its just that I'm purely too busy to play them as often as I like. Other times I'm just tired and would rather bum-out and just watch TV. Next thing you know, days turn into weeks and suddenly I forget I even like video games. Video games can tell some of the greatest stories, and I love playing a game that keeps me on my toes. I remember when I was younger and N64 was the latest system. My dedication to games was incredible. I loved the stories and the fun little games that I could kill a few hours after school playing. So I'm hoping I can go back to those days and feel the same joy and excitement I got from those games. Starting with.... this summer :)
(82) Tokyo Monogatari
I tried to blog last night, but my computer froze.... Every time I think my computer is better, it does something odd.
Anyway, I was up until 3:30AM watching an old 1950's movie called "Tokyo Story" on TCM. It was in Japanese with subtitles, and was pretty good. I'm not sure what the theme of the story was, but it seemed to be a reflection of the role of family in Japanese culture. I was talking to Shuichiro once, and he told me that families aren't really close in Japan.
The story was about an old couple visiting all their grown children in Tokyo, as well as making sure to visit their daughter-in-law Noriko, whose husband (one of their sons) died in the war. The problem was, all their kids were too busy to entertain them or take them sight seeing. After a few days, they actually sent the parents away to a lively, modern, fun hotel and spa so they at least had something to do. But it was definitely a place for the younger generation. So the parents go back to one of their kids' homes, and they're actually asked to leave and go elsewhere.
Who does that? Especially to their elderly parents?
Anyway, the mom ends up dying at the end. There's a scene at a dinner table after the funeral where Kyoko, who I believe was their youngest daughter who still lived with the parents, was being told from her older sister to fetch all kinds of clothes of the moms so she can have them. Kyoko doesn't say anything of course, but later as she's speaking Noriko, she goes on this big rant about how disrespectful that was, and that it isn't how family is supposed to act. Noriko however, disagrees.
She tells Kyoko that kids gradually grow distant from their parents, and that it wasn't disrespectful at all. Kyoko asked if Noriko would have done what Shige (the oldest daughter) had done, and Noriko said she would have.
There was another scene where the father met up with some of his old co-workers and his retired chief for drinks. All the men got drunk and went on rants about how their sons were all failures. The father's son was a doctor, but not a Tokyo city doctor, just a small suburban doctor, thus he was a disappointment. The other man's son was a co-executive of a big company (or something) and not the big boss, thus was also a failure.
It was a really good movie, but did seem to reflect on how the kids no longer needed their parents anymore, and were closer to each other than their parents. Even the grand kids were too preoccupied with other things to pay anyone else notice.
The most interesting part was the parents' relationship to each other. I know they're old and all, bu there was little to no love left from either of them. When the wife died, the husband seemed to be more in shock rather than grief. When one of the neighbors came by back at his house in the small town they lived, the neighbor pestered him about how lonely he was going to be now that his wife is dead. It was so light-hearted and energetic, that it was as though it was a big joke!
It was so bizarre. Nowadays, or ever, I can't image someone coming over and making fun of you after your spouse dies.
If any of you ever come across it this movie, I'd say check it out, even if it is a lengthy 3 hours.
Anyway, I was up until 3:30AM watching an old 1950's movie called "Tokyo Story" on TCM. It was in Japanese with subtitles, and was pretty good. I'm not sure what the theme of the story was, but it seemed to be a reflection of the role of family in Japanese culture. I was talking to Shuichiro once, and he told me that families aren't really close in Japan.
The story was about an old couple visiting all their grown children in Tokyo, as well as making sure to visit their daughter-in-law Noriko, whose husband (one of their sons) died in the war. The problem was, all their kids were too busy to entertain them or take them sight seeing. After a few days, they actually sent the parents away to a lively, modern, fun hotel and spa so they at least had something to do. But it was definitely a place for the younger generation. So the parents go back to one of their kids' homes, and they're actually asked to leave and go elsewhere.
Who does that? Especially to their elderly parents?
Anyway, the mom ends up dying at the end. There's a scene at a dinner table after the funeral where Kyoko, who I believe was their youngest daughter who still lived with the parents, was being told from her older sister to fetch all kinds of clothes of the moms so she can have them. Kyoko doesn't say anything of course, but later as she's speaking Noriko, she goes on this big rant about how disrespectful that was, and that it isn't how family is supposed to act. Noriko however, disagrees.
She tells Kyoko that kids gradually grow distant from their parents, and that it wasn't disrespectful at all. Kyoko asked if Noriko would have done what Shige (the oldest daughter) had done, and Noriko said she would have.
There was another scene where the father met up with some of his old co-workers and his retired chief for drinks. All the men got drunk and went on rants about how their sons were all failures. The father's son was a doctor, but not a Tokyo city doctor, just a small suburban doctor, thus he was a disappointment. The other man's son was a co-executive of a big company (or something) and not the big boss, thus was also a failure.
It was a really good movie, but did seem to reflect on how the kids no longer needed their parents anymore, and were closer to each other than their parents. Even the grand kids were too preoccupied with other things to pay anyone else notice.
The most interesting part was the parents' relationship to each other. I know they're old and all, bu there was little to no love left from either of them. When the wife died, the husband seemed to be more in shock rather than grief. When one of the neighbors came by back at his house in the small town they lived, the neighbor pestered him about how lonely he was going to be now that his wife is dead. It was so light-hearted and energetic, that it was as though it was a big joke!
It was so bizarre. Nowadays, or ever, I can't image someone coming over and making fun of you after your spouse dies.
If any of you ever come across it this movie, I'd say check it out, even if it is a lengthy 3 hours.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
(81) Here I Go Again, My My -- How Can I Resist Ya!?
You wanna know how I can tell my day was boring or below-average?
I am jamming out to the 2008 movie's Mamma Mia! Soundtrack.
This shit is awesome!
Even though its all ABBA music, I think the movie distracted me from how awesome these covers are, and I feel like I've never even heard the music or seen the movie. But now that I have the CD, I'm enjoying it to its fullest extent. The movie really was that outrageously bouncy and happy. I love Meryl Streep and Amanda Seiyfred and Price Brosnan is a fox but Jesus Christ Almighty, CALM DOWN PEOPLE.
I also took advantage of my internet's freedom to download as much illegal music I want, including Mamma Mia. I obtained The Cranberries and S.E.S, an old girl KPop band I used to be obsessed with.
I sorta cleaned my room finally, but I spent most of the day sitting on my ass. If I can find my other hand-weight, I'm totally gonna work out tonight to make up for it.
In other news, there is no news. Its still cold down here so its hard to type, I'm still jamming to embarrassing music I'm going to hide on my Zune, I'm kinda hungry, and my cats are begging for attention.
Well..... Eight more to go.
Voulez-Vous!!
I am jamming out to the 2008 movie's Mamma Mia! Soundtrack.
This shit is awesome!
Even though its all ABBA music, I think the movie distracted me from how awesome these covers are, and I feel like I've never even heard the music or seen the movie. But now that I have the CD, I'm enjoying it to its fullest extent. The movie really was that outrageously bouncy and happy. I love Meryl Streep and Amanda Seiyfred and Price Brosnan is a fox but Jesus Christ Almighty, CALM DOWN PEOPLE.
I also took advantage of my internet's freedom to download as much illegal music I want, including Mamma Mia. I obtained The Cranberries and S.E.S, an old girl KPop band I used to be obsessed with.
I sorta cleaned my room finally, but I spent most of the day sitting on my ass. If I can find my other hand-weight, I'm totally gonna work out tonight to make up for it.
In other news, there is no news. Its still cold down here so its hard to type, I'm still jamming to embarrassing music I'm going to hide on my Zune, I'm kinda hungry, and my cats are begging for attention.
Well..... Eight more to go.
Voulez-Vous!!
(81) Whoops
Guess I forgot to blog last night. But if I would've blogged, it would have been all about my fantastic new Dell laptop!
Well, not really new. As a matter of fact, its the same one I've had for the past three years. But it certainly runs like new. After reinstalling Windows 7, everything magically disappeared. Music, software, The Sims, uTorrent, everything gone. It started to prompt for all kinds of new updates, a lot like the ones that pop up everyday when you get a new laptop. It even had to reinstall a driver (pardon me if my computer ignorance is babbling about wrong things), such as my ATI Radeon graphics... card, thing. I then had to reinstall all updates and antivirus/firewalls that I already had, so it seems to have pretty much restored itself!
When I spoke on the phone with the Dell representative, he told me the first step of a system restore was to reinstall Windows 7, followed by a few other things to reset. Apart of me feels like my restore isn't quite complete, and the packed Recovery drive seems to be vouching for that theory. I have 220 MB free out of 10GB on my D drive, and before I tried to compress everything I only had 14MB. It was fine and had plenty of space before I brought my laptop home from school. It doesn't seem to be causing any major problems, so I guess I'll let it sit tight until I know what to do.
Regardless of my worries, this is fantastic. a 1MB download takes a few seconds rather than a few minutes to download, videos on YouTube run smoothly, I found some hot themes that I never knew existed for Firefox (realistically I never could've gone anywhere near them without my computer freezing), my internet actually runs at high speeds, my computer takes a minute to fully boot up (last time it took 10-15 before I could run ANY programs), and its so refreshing!
Ah, the age of technology. A slow computer made me depressed and I was sucuumed to a feeling of helplessness. Now that its fast and refreshed, I have become lively and happy!
We are so dependent.
In other news, I should be over at the new house today helping my mum and Jim strip wood, but I forgot my phone at Kyle's house last night, so my mom has probably been calling me. That's okay. If she really wanted me there today she would have woken me up this morning and told me to be there at a certain time (snicker). I knew I forgot my phone the moment I got into my car last night, but the last thing I wanted to do was to go knocking on his door while his family was asleep. Sigh. I'll bet people have been calling me, too. Sorry if my phone is going berserk!
I guess I'll be bloggin' later tonight. So far it looks like I have no plans, so I guess I'll write about something that actually matters ;p
Well, not really new. As a matter of fact, its the same one I've had for the past three years. But it certainly runs like new. After reinstalling Windows 7, everything magically disappeared. Music, software, The Sims, uTorrent, everything gone. It started to prompt for all kinds of new updates, a lot like the ones that pop up everyday when you get a new laptop. It even had to reinstall a driver (pardon me if my computer ignorance is babbling about wrong things), such as my ATI Radeon graphics... card, thing. I then had to reinstall all updates and antivirus/firewalls that I already had, so it seems to have pretty much restored itself!
When I spoke on the phone with the Dell representative, he told me the first step of a system restore was to reinstall Windows 7, followed by a few other things to reset. Apart of me feels like my restore isn't quite complete, and the packed Recovery drive seems to be vouching for that theory. I have 220 MB free out of 10GB on my D drive, and before I tried to compress everything I only had 14MB. It was fine and had plenty of space before I brought my laptop home from school. It doesn't seem to be causing any major problems, so I guess I'll let it sit tight until I know what to do.
Regardless of my worries, this is fantastic. a 1MB download takes a few seconds rather than a few minutes to download, videos on YouTube run smoothly, I found some hot themes that I never knew existed for Firefox (realistically I never could've gone anywhere near them without my computer freezing), my internet actually runs at high speeds, my computer takes a minute to fully boot up (last time it took 10-15 before I could run ANY programs), and its so refreshing!
Ah, the age of technology. A slow computer made me depressed and I was sucuumed to a feeling of helplessness. Now that its fast and refreshed, I have become lively and happy!
We are so dependent.
In other news, I should be over at the new house today helping my mum and Jim strip wood, but I forgot my phone at Kyle's house last night, so my mom has probably been calling me. That's okay. If she really wanted me there today she would have woken me up this morning and told me to be there at a certain time (snicker). I knew I forgot my phone the moment I got into my car last night, but the last thing I wanted to do was to go knocking on his door while his family was asleep. Sigh. I'll bet people have been calling me, too. Sorry if my phone is going berserk!
I guess I'll be bloggin' later tonight. So far it looks like I have no plans, so I guess I'll write about something that actually matters ;p
Thursday, May 13, 2010
(80) Windy Adventures
Ahhh, another well spent day downtown. It was me, Abraham, and Louis this time, and we just went through this whole day without an actual plan, except of course to go downtown. We checked out some stores, had Chipotle, got a little lost in the banking district on our way home (but getting lost is all apart of the Chicago adventure doncha' know), and just had a good day.
The train ride was funny from start to finish. We went to the New Lenox Metra, and although the parking lot was packed, it was pretty much deserted. We went inside to buy our tickets, and after we left to hang outside for the train, some really bizzare tribal music started playing from the speakers. Only one song, too. We're thinking the guy at the ticket-booth was scheming something. I think he's a shaman.
Upon boarding the train, two homeless kids sat across from us. They mentioned being high-school drop outs, so I image they were our age or a little younger. I know they mentioned that they weren't 21 yet. Anyway, I found them to be really shady and I didn't want to talk to them. Once they sat down the first thing I wanted to do was move, but they probably would have yelled at us/me for judging them.
They were nice, but they just creeped me out. Does this make me judgmental? Yes, and I'll admit it, too. If I went around thinking every shady looking person in this world was perfectly nice and harmless, I'd probably dead, and I don't even run into that many scary people. They offered us tobacco and crackers, but we politely declined.
Anyway, we FINALLY got to Chicago. The New Lenox route was a little longer than my usual Homewood Metra line. We then navigated to Michigan Avenue and ate lunch, and went along our plan to play it by ear. We went to Boarders, and checked out everything from literature, political books (with Abe's newly famous quote "Here, buy this. You freakin' Republican") to sexy books, and it was fun. Abe and I bought some urban fashions at H&M. I got some adorable flip-flops (with a heel!), and a nice new purse that makes me look fancy and expensive.
In Tinley Park we went to Longhorn Steakhouse for dinner, and we had a joyous feast. Abe and I split a full slab of ribs and fries, and Louis had chicken and a TON of fries. We had so many fries we didn't even know what to do with them.
So it was a really good day. Everyone is off to Acen tomorrow and then back to Muncie at the end of this weekend, so hopefully I can make my way down to Muncie to hang out at least once this summer for a weekend or something.
The train ride was funny from start to finish. We went to the New Lenox Metra, and although the parking lot was packed, it was pretty much deserted. We went inside to buy our tickets, and after we left to hang outside for the train, some really bizzare tribal music started playing from the speakers. Only one song, too. We're thinking the guy at the ticket-booth was scheming something. I think he's a shaman.
Upon boarding the train, two homeless kids sat across from us. They mentioned being high-school drop outs, so I image they were our age or a little younger. I know they mentioned that they weren't 21 yet. Anyway, I found them to be really shady and I didn't want to talk to them. Once they sat down the first thing I wanted to do was move, but they probably would have yelled at us/me for judging them.
They were nice, but they just creeped me out. Does this make me judgmental? Yes, and I'll admit it, too. If I went around thinking every shady looking person in this world was perfectly nice and harmless, I'd probably dead, and I don't even run into that many scary people. They offered us tobacco and crackers, but we politely declined.
Anyway, we FINALLY got to Chicago. The New Lenox route was a little longer than my usual Homewood Metra line. We then navigated to Michigan Avenue and ate lunch, and went along our plan to play it by ear. We went to Boarders, and checked out everything from literature, political books (with Abe's newly famous quote "Here, buy this. You freakin' Republican") to sexy books, and it was fun. Abe and I bought some urban fashions at H&M. I got some adorable flip-flops (with a heel!), and a nice new purse that makes me look fancy and expensive.
In Tinley Park we went to Longhorn Steakhouse for dinner, and we had a joyous feast. Abe and I split a full slab of ribs and fries, and Louis had chicken and a TON of fries. We had so many fries we didn't even know what to do with them.
So it was a really good day. Everyone is off to Acen tomorrow and then back to Muncie at the end of this weekend, so hopefully I can make my way down to Muncie to hang out at least once this summer for a weekend or something.
(79) Cool the Heat
GOOD GOD I'm so cold!!
I just got back from the Ashbary again with Kara and Lindsay, and even though its raining, thundering, and lightning outside, its warmer outside than it is in this basement. That makes absolutely no sense, and it makes me so angry because there's nothing I can do be comfortable. EVER!!
My mom is just like me when it comes to the temperature I require to function as a human being, but Jim flips out if I or my mum go anywhere near the thermostat (not that I would touch it now anyway, but when I was sitting down here fighting death this past winter.... everyone would rather see me dead than pay money). The other night I was wearing my life-saving fleece hoodie while wrapped in a blanket in my bed, and I was still cold.
Do I have anemia, or something? That's gotta be it, because the slightest breeze or any temperature under 50 degrees sends chills down my spine and I go into panic mode. I must've fallen under the ice of a frozen lake and died in my past life. I get cold far too easily, and I panic too quickly.
To throw some salt on my ridiculous wounds, I really hate it when it's hot. The humid, sticky air of summer drives me insane and if I'm out in the sun for more than 15 minutes, I get sun burned. Even driving in my car without wearing sunscreen gets me burned. Everything about summer is gross.
This is why I need to start migrating as the seasons change. When I was in California in the middle of summer, I didn't have any problems with the heat. It was dry heat!
Hell, I was even in Vegas when the temperature was 106 degrees and it was fine to me!
I have come to the most terrifying conclusion of my life.
I am allergic to cold breezes and humidity.
Therefore, my life is over.
But I'm gonna go to Chicago with Abe, Louis, Matt, and whoever else tomorrow before I die of this awful disease. Kbye.
I just got back from the Ashbary again with Kara and Lindsay, and even though its raining, thundering, and lightning outside, its warmer outside than it is in this basement. That makes absolutely no sense, and it makes me so angry because there's nothing I can do be comfortable. EVER!!
My mom is just like me when it comes to the temperature I require to function as a human being, but Jim flips out if I or my mum go anywhere near the thermostat (not that I would touch it now anyway, but when I was sitting down here fighting death this past winter.... everyone would rather see me dead than pay money). The other night I was wearing my life-saving fleece hoodie while wrapped in a blanket in my bed, and I was still cold.
Do I have anemia, or something? That's gotta be it, because the slightest breeze or any temperature under 50 degrees sends chills down my spine and I go into panic mode. I must've fallen under the ice of a frozen lake and died in my past life. I get cold far too easily, and I panic too quickly.
To throw some salt on my ridiculous wounds, I really hate it when it's hot. The humid, sticky air of summer drives me insane and if I'm out in the sun for more than 15 minutes, I get sun burned. Even driving in my car without wearing sunscreen gets me burned. Everything about summer is gross.
This is why I need to start migrating as the seasons change. When I was in California in the middle of summer, I didn't have any problems with the heat. It was dry heat!
Hell, I was even in Vegas when the temperature was 106 degrees and it was fine to me!
I have come to the most terrifying conclusion of my life.
I am allergic to cold breezes and humidity.
Therefore, my life is over.
But I'm gonna go to Chicago with Abe, Louis, Matt, and whoever else tomorrow before I die of this awful disease. Kbye.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
(78) Oh this [was] Ladies Night
Tonight was good. I hung out with Kara and Lindsay, the trio united! Sorry boys, but I missed my girlies ;(
We went over the Ashbary and had coffee and conversation. It was nice, but poor Lindsay is under lots of freshman stress. Its alright though, she'll be fine oh fine.
Last night, I had a dream I sang this song at the AASA fashion show:
Atomic Kitten, Ladies Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C61tc1L8R4U
Upon seeing the video, it reminds me A LOT of this KPop video I used to watch when I was 15 (though mine is way less inappropriately sexualized, because I'm nice).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XrnhhmTN9E
Or you can just zip to 2:15 when Korean Ishiyama-sensei jumps into the scene and starts showing off his moves.
Just sayin'.
Anyway, I always wished that I could be a good singer. Not to be famous or anything, but just to sound awesome and to be a show off.
So concludes my lamest post ever.
We went over the Ashbary and had coffee and conversation. It was nice, but poor Lindsay is under lots of freshman stress. Its alright though, she'll be fine oh fine.
Last night, I had a dream I sang this song at the AASA fashion show:
Atomic Kitten, Ladies Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C61tc1L8R4U
Upon seeing the video, it reminds me A LOT of this KPop video I used to watch when I was 15 (though mine is way less inappropriately sexualized, because I'm nice).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XrnhhmTN9E
Or you can just zip to 2:15 when Korean Ishiyama-sensei jumps into the scene and starts showing off his moves.
Just sayin'.
Anyway, I always wished that I could be a good singer. Not to be famous or anything, but just to sound awesome and to be a show off.
So concludes my lamest post ever.
Monday, May 10, 2010
(77) Le Sigh
We tried very hard, but we couldn't get my computer fixed. Kyle came over after all, so I ended up not trying to fix it by myself, which is good because I wouldn't have gotten anywhere anyway.
I, we, just don't know whats wrong! Its so frustrating. I was really looking forward to having a nice clean slate again, and we even called Dell. Since my warranty is expired, it would have cost me $5.99 per minute to speak with a technician. I guess I may as well buy a new computer if the problem can't seem to be fixed, but I don't want to buy a new computer! For a three year old laptop, its in pretty good condition.... it just needs to be rebooted!!
Maybe I'm missing the disk. But I don't know why it wouldn't have been in the box with the rest of the discs. If it is scattered among my packed-up things in the crawlspace, hopefully I come across it soon >,<
We did what we could, which is just defragmenting the computer. It should run a little smoother. I really wish I knew what the root of the problem was. Maybe I'll never know.
In other news, today was boring and I ran errands. I went to Prairie State to pick up summer registration forms, and got my eye-doctor records. Exciting, right?
Today was below average. Maybe above. It was kind of exciting trying all these methods to fix my poor widdle Delly-welly, but it didn't work. SOB!!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
(76) La La Land
My computer is a panic. Every 10 minutes, a message pops up telling me that I'm out of disc space. Then when I open the message to see how I can free it, there literally is nothing I can do. My hard drive needs to be wiped out! Its time to start over fresh and make my computer happy and smooth again. I was really hoping that I could get help doing this tomorrow, but it looks like I'll be figuring it out for myself.
Today was alright, and I didn't really live up to my goal of trying to have better conversations with my mom. As a matter of fact we sat in the car on my way to grandma's for nearly 10 minutes without saying a word. So much for that idea. My grandma didn't even know I was coming, so she was super happy to see me. We ate tons of delicious greasy fried chicken and ate ice cream, it was good. We talked for awhile and just had a really good visit. Later tonight I went to my dad's house and we watched TV and chilled out. It was also nice.
We went over to the new house beforehand, and it's a disaster zone. The kitchen floors are ripped up and there's plastic and painters tape covering all the doors and walls. The floors are literally covered in some type of soot. Its black, probably really old glue that held the old tiles down, and can be scratched off to reveal the hardwood floors underneath. It looks like mud everywhere. The new floors are being placed on Friday, so until then it's nasty and gross and I don't want to go anywhere near it.
I'm still barely unpacked. I'm doing some laundry, and tomorrow I'm just going to dig out my makeup and just live out of a suitcase for the next few weeks. I'm also going to Hooters tomorrow and ask about the little job opportunity. It'll make for quite the story, that's for sure.
Oh, summer.
Today was alright, and I didn't really live up to my goal of trying to have better conversations with my mom. As a matter of fact we sat in the car on my way to grandma's for nearly 10 minutes without saying a word. So much for that idea. My grandma didn't even know I was coming, so she was super happy to see me. We ate tons of delicious greasy fried chicken and ate ice cream, it was good. We talked for awhile and just had a really good visit. Later tonight I went to my dad's house and we watched TV and chilled out. It was also nice.
We went over to the new house beforehand, and it's a disaster zone. The kitchen floors are ripped up and there's plastic and painters tape covering all the doors and walls. The floors are literally covered in some type of soot. Its black, probably really old glue that held the old tiles down, and can be scratched off to reveal the hardwood floors underneath. It looks like mud everywhere. The new floors are being placed on Friday, so until then it's nasty and gross and I don't want to go anywhere near it.
I'm still barely unpacked. I'm doing some laundry, and tomorrow I'm just going to dig out my makeup and just live out of a suitcase for the next few weeks. I'm also going to Hooters tomorrow and ask about the little job opportunity. It'll make for quite the story, that's for sure.
Oh, summer.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
(75) Lusting for Fruity Desires. And Family. Odd Mix. But Alright.
I really want some fruit. I didn't have any of my Vita-C today so I'm worried that tomorrow I'm gonna bust out into a hurricane of allergy spells and start snotting all over everything. Great way to start my blog, eh?
Well now that I've lost your attention, lets talk about something nice. Move out was a hassle, even though there were barely any people left at Lafollette, anyway. We ended up losing the elevator key, and if it isn't found or turned in by someone who may have found it and started using it, it's going to cost a whopping $5-$10. That's a drink and a cookie at Starbucks!
My mom and I had dinner at KFC in a small little country town. I liked looking around and noticing people, I don't know why I do that. My mom asked me if my eyes have been bothering me as of lately, and told me that my eyes (as in the pupil and iris part) don't look centered. She wants me to go to my old eye-doctor, get all my records, and go to a new one and get my eyes looked at. I told her they're probably just because of my allergies, but no harm in double checking.
Luckily, there's an eye doctor clinic right across the street from the new house, and my mom has heard nothing but good things about them. I wear contacts, have glasses, and the whole-nine-yards, so that is a pretty nifty positive about the new place.
That's really all we talked about... and all we ever talk about. School, money, and health. We never have conversations about our lives or make jokes, its like we just have business talk. This wouldn't be a big deal if I was 16 and rebellious and angry, but I'm nearly 21 and still can't manage to make conversation with my mom. My dad is no problem, we talk about anything. But oddly enough, I have pretty equal likes and dislikes to both of my parents, so it's not like there is no conversation with my mom. I guess that's something I really want to work on this summer. My dad is a heckuva lot more social than my mom is (I'm pretty split with that myself, depends on my mood), so I think I ought to be a social butterfly like my dad and go do something social -- with my mom. But like my mummy, we'll do something low-key like go to a restaurant, or maybe even see a movie. I'm sure she'd love to see a movie. And what better day to start this new life's resolution than... tomorrow?
Well now that I've lost your attention, lets talk about something nice. Move out was a hassle, even though there were barely any people left at Lafollette, anyway. We ended up losing the elevator key, and if it isn't found or turned in by someone who may have found it and started using it, it's going to cost a whopping $5-$10. That's a drink and a cookie at Starbucks!
My mom and I had dinner at KFC in a small little country town. I liked looking around and noticing people, I don't know why I do that. My mom asked me if my eyes have been bothering me as of lately, and told me that my eyes (as in the pupil and iris part) don't look centered. She wants me to go to my old eye-doctor, get all my records, and go to a new one and get my eyes looked at. I told her they're probably just because of my allergies, but no harm in double checking.
Luckily, there's an eye doctor clinic right across the street from the new house, and my mom has heard nothing but good things about them. I wear contacts, have glasses, and the whole-nine-yards, so that is a pretty nifty positive about the new place.
That's really all we talked about... and all we ever talk about. School, money, and health. We never have conversations about our lives or make jokes, its like we just have business talk. This wouldn't be a big deal if I was 16 and rebellious and angry, but I'm nearly 21 and still can't manage to make conversation with my mom. My dad is no problem, we talk about anything. But oddly enough, I have pretty equal likes and dislikes to both of my parents, so it's not like there is no conversation with my mom. I guess that's something I really want to work on this summer. My dad is a heckuva lot more social than my mom is (I'm pretty split with that myself, depends on my mood), so I think I ought to be a social butterfly like my dad and go do something social -- with my mom. But like my mummy, we'll do something low-key like go to a restaurant, or maybe even see a movie. I'm sure she'd love to see a movie. And what better day to start this new life's resolution than... tomorrow?
Friday, May 7, 2010
(75) Blanky blank.
Ahhh. To kick back on my bed and relax.... I did lots of packing today, and had a Last Supper with Jon tonight. It was nice, but campus is so empty. It's like a ghost town.
I'm really bummed that we're not moving into the new house right away. I'm really looking forward to it. Its so creepy-country with lots of space. Oh well, I'll be there soon!
I don't really have much to talk about tonight, I guess. I'm looking forward to going to sleep and starting off my big stressful day tomorrow. I hate the drive :(
I'm really bummed that we're not moving into the new house right away. I'm really looking forward to it. Its so creepy-country with lots of space. Oh well, I'll be there soon!
I don't really have much to talk about tonight, I guess. I'm looking forward to going to sleep and starting off my big stressful day tomorrow. I hate the drive :(
Thursday, May 6, 2010
(74) A Robot is Just a Slutty Slut Machine!
I love unicorns. I always have. Ever since I was little and would go to Lindsay's house to play with My Little Ponies, I've loved unicorns, and even horses.
Unicorns themselves are pretty fascinating creatures. They have the heads and manes of horses, the bodies and legs of deer, the beard of a billy goat, and the tails of lions. Contrary to popular belief, unicorns are not horses. In fact, they only share one common characteristic, which are their hooves. Unlike horses, they do not "speak", thus there's no onomatopoeia of a Unicorn. Nor are they social beings, and they rarely mate.
But the one thing that distinguishes the horse and the unicorn is, you guessed it, the horn. The horn is the source of its life and the source of its power. Alongside trampling and fierce power against enemies ranging from vicious Harpies to blood thirsty or money hungry humans, the horn is its weapon of defense. The only ones who hold the power to tame a Unicorn are young virgin maidens, and never by man. Unfortunately, this was often used as bait to lure unicorns. Young naked maidens prancing through the forest like little freaks would attract unicorns and lay their heads on the virgins' laps. It was then the hunter would come and capture the unicorn.
Like other creatures, such as mermaids, if a mortal drinks the blood of a Unicorn, immortality is achieved. This bloodthirsty selfishness of mankind has lead to the ultimate demise of Unicorns in the forest. Only the forests with seasons that never change, flowers that always bloom, light rains, and flourishes all year round. These are the forests inhabited by unicorns.
So why they decided to migrate to the South American rainforests?
The world will never know.
Unicorns themselves are pretty fascinating creatures. They have the heads and manes of horses, the bodies and legs of deer, the beard of a billy goat, and the tails of lions. Contrary to popular belief, unicorns are not horses. In fact, they only share one common characteristic, which are their hooves. Unlike horses, they do not "speak", thus there's no onomatopoeia of a Unicorn. Nor are they social beings, and they rarely mate.
But the one thing that distinguishes the horse and the unicorn is, you guessed it, the horn. The horn is the source of its life and the source of its power. Alongside trampling and fierce power against enemies ranging from vicious Harpies to blood thirsty or money hungry humans, the horn is its weapon of defense. The only ones who hold the power to tame a Unicorn are young virgin maidens, and never by man. Unfortunately, this was often used as bait to lure unicorns. Young naked maidens prancing through the forest like little freaks would attract unicorns and lay their heads on the virgins' laps. It was then the hunter would come and capture the unicorn.
Like other creatures, such as mermaids, if a mortal drinks the blood of a Unicorn, immortality is achieved. This bloodthirsty selfishness of mankind has lead to the ultimate demise of Unicorns in the forest. Only the forests with seasons that never change, flowers that always bloom, light rains, and flourishes all year round. These are the forests inhabited by unicorns.
So why they decided to migrate to the South American rainforests?
The world will never know.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
(73) Another Fucking School Rant
I can't say that I didn't try to study for Astro, and I can't say that I care anymore. I know its a basic science course and all, but its still above my head. Probably because the teaching methods of the instructor. I've certainly tried, but I can't teach myself all the material from the textbook. That's where you come in, Mr. Astroman. Though it's unfortunate you believe that we should divide into groups everyday and teach it to ourselves while you give us all the answers, it doesn't work and I'm not the only one failing.
I didn't do well on my Japanese final either, but I certainly don't blame myself.
As a matter of fact, I don't think I should blame myself at all for this awful semester. I had terrible teachers. I must say I do have hope for my future with the Journalism department, because my two Journalism teachers were fantastic.
But Astro, Econ, and to my complete dismay, Japanese, have seemingly succeeded in destroying any motivation I've ever had for school. I learned more about science and the universe from a 2 hour documentary on Discovery than a whole semester in Astronomy 100.
Regardless of how religiously the teacher believes that students are the ones who don't care, its the teacher who has the biggest impact on grades. On two occasions, I've had mass emails sent out to me that encourage students to drop the class if they're failing. I guess its a good thing and a bad thing, bit when multiple students claim to have sent emails asking for help with no response, it sure goes to show who the careless one is. Other times, that help is nothing more than a lecture about all your weaknesses.
I've never been so uptight about school before, and I hate talking about it so much. But I'm on the edge of failing two of my core-classes, and as for the rest I've so far scored straight C's. I've never done this poorly before, especially since my mom so proud of me for doing well at Prairie State when I was getting over 3.0 GPA for two semesters; hell, she even gave me money! And even though I love hating on P. State, the truth is, the work wasn't that much different than here. That's what driving me crazy, I was doing so well last time, and now I'm doing terrible.
I managed to squeeze an appointment in with my adviser tomorrow, which I will kill myself if I miss somehow. So far he seems to be unhelpful, but I'll see what I can get out of him to try and lift all this weight off of me. I need some serious guidance.
I didn't do well on my Japanese final either, but I certainly don't blame myself.
As a matter of fact, I don't think I should blame myself at all for this awful semester. I had terrible teachers. I must say I do have hope for my future with the Journalism department, because my two Journalism teachers were fantastic.
But Astro, Econ, and to my complete dismay, Japanese, have seemingly succeeded in destroying any motivation I've ever had for school. I learned more about science and the universe from a 2 hour documentary on Discovery than a whole semester in Astronomy 100.
Regardless of how religiously the teacher believes that students are the ones who don't care, its the teacher who has the biggest impact on grades. On two occasions, I've had mass emails sent out to me that encourage students to drop the class if they're failing. I guess its a good thing and a bad thing, bit when multiple students claim to have sent emails asking for help with no response, it sure goes to show who the careless one is. Other times, that help is nothing more than a lecture about all your weaknesses.
I've never been so uptight about school before, and I hate talking about it so much. But I'm on the edge of failing two of my core-classes, and as for the rest I've so far scored straight C's. I've never done this poorly before, especially since my mom so proud of me for doing well at Prairie State when I was getting over 3.0 GPA for two semesters; hell, she even gave me money! And even though I love hating on P. State, the truth is, the work wasn't that much different than here. That's what driving me crazy, I was doing so well last time, and now I'm doing terrible.
I managed to squeeze an appointment in with my adviser tomorrow, which I will kill myself if I miss somehow. So far he seems to be unhelpful, but I'll see what I can get out of him to try and lift all this weight off of me. I need some serious guidance.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
(72) this is a sober-drunk post.
I guess taking that shift wasn't such a good idea after all. I am exhausted. My head hurts and I feel both hot and cold. I haven't really eaten yet, but I'm not very hungry. And I still need to study Japanese. My biggest problem is that my adviser appointment was yesterday, and I thought it was tomorrow. I had some really serious issues to talk about with him, so now I'm fucked. This is the third time I've missed an appointment. So I hope the frantic email I sent him will still be taken seriously.
College isn't even hard. Its all these little things that keep happening that are driving me crazy. I have to retry the LUPE exam on Thursday, and if I don't pass then that's it. The test isn't even fair; there are MULTIPLE ways to answer each of the questions. You just have to guess which one the writer is mostly likely to pick, and with so many incomplete and chopped up sentence, its nearly impossible to figure out the writer's style.
I slept in late today, until around 1, and I'm already ready for bed. And it's 9:30. I've been awake for only 8 hours. I want to wake up early and study for Japanese, but I doubt I'd have the energy to pull myself out of bed to do so. But if I can wake up by 11, shower and stuffz and leave my room at 11:30, go have yummy coffee at the Atrium, then that's a good two hours to study. I think I'll do that, I'll be rested, eating good food, and studying.
It's time to be a responsible adult.
Even though I'm proclaiming my procrastination plan to everyone.
College isn't even hard. Its all these little things that keep happening that are driving me crazy. I have to retry the LUPE exam on Thursday, and if I don't pass then that's it. The test isn't even fair; there are MULTIPLE ways to answer each of the questions. You just have to guess which one the writer is mostly likely to pick, and with so many incomplete and chopped up sentence, its nearly impossible to figure out the writer's style.
I slept in late today, until around 1, and I'm already ready for bed. And it's 9:30. I've been awake for only 8 hours. I want to wake up early and study for Japanese, but I doubt I'd have the energy to pull myself out of bed to do so. But if I can wake up by 11, shower and stuffz and leave my room at 11:30, go have yummy coffee at the Atrium, then that's a good two hours to study. I think I'll do that, I'll be rested, eating good food, and studying.
It's time to be a responsible adult.
Even though I'm proclaiming my procrastination plan to everyone.
Monday, May 3, 2010
(71) Mystified Island
I woke up to the sound of a buzzing lawnmower that wouldn't get the fuck away. That was at noon, but I managed to ignore it until 2:00 when I jumped out of bed finally feeling rested. I went to bed at around 4 last night after watching a terrifying episode of Untold Stories of the ER. I don't know why, but I'm really into that kind of [true] scary stuff, even if it does sometimes contain graphic images I'm not too fond of. Not to mention keep me up at night and plague my mind with terror the following day.
I guess the show was pretty boring and nothing short of what the average Joe and Jane would think of when picturing an ER, but what kept me watching was this patient who stalled away in the cargo of a jet plane for 11 hours.
I remember watching an episode of Spike TV's 1000 Ways to Die (it's my guilty pleasure!), and one of the segments featured what would happen in this exact situation. Here's the segment if anyone's interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoelZZrHMs
So how this man managed to survive 11 hours at under -80 degrees was mind-blowing, especially to the doctors. Unlike the rated G 1000 Ways to Die version, upon landing and the staff discovering the body, he looked burned; As though he was pulled out of a fire and had been covered in soot. His feet and hands were disfigured and clasped together, and the "burned" skin seemed to have been peeling away piece by piece. Even though it was a re-enactment, I was glued to the scene wondering how they were going to help this man escape the brink of death, and wondering how in the world he survived! It even showed some live footage of the actual patient when he was on the ER table. Terrifying!!
Fortunately, they managed to save him. But sadly, he was an illegal immigrant trying to smuggle himself into the country and, well... once he healed, he was deported :/
For brunch I headed to the Atrium and got a cup of hot delicious coffee, a PB&J sandwich, a banana, and a bright, sexy, juicy orange. I sat for awhile and chilled out until I went to Woodworth and changed my work schedule for this week. I managed to score two shifts for tomorrow instead, so be working about 6 hours tomorrow. I get an hour in between the shifts for lunch and to relax, plus another 15 minute break during my second shift. Not so bad. It just barely covers what I usually work on weekdays (I know, I know-- pathetic, but its just pocket money), so luckily my paycheck won't have too much of a chunk missing. I then sat down and read my book for about an hour, and headed back. Went to dinner with Kyle with surprise guest appearance by Alex, and we had flashbacks of elementary school Pizza Days with the blah-quality pizza served at The Retreat.
Kyle and I hung out and watched Animal Planet afterward, and then he left and I cut my bangs. I like to think I'm getting pretty good at, though whenever I cut them and then go to a salon, the stylist always seems to ask "So do you cut your bangs yourself?". They never say whether or not I do a good or bad job, but they can always tell.
I guess the show was pretty boring and nothing short of what the average Joe and Jane would think of when picturing an ER, but what kept me watching was this patient who stalled away in the cargo of a jet plane for 11 hours.
I remember watching an episode of Spike TV's 1000 Ways to Die (it's my guilty pleasure!), and one of the segments featured what would happen in this exact situation. Here's the segment if anyone's interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoelZZrHMs
So how this man managed to survive 11 hours at under -80 degrees was mind-blowing, especially to the doctors. Unlike the rated G 1000 Ways to Die version, upon landing and the staff discovering the body, he looked burned; As though he was pulled out of a fire and had been covered in soot. His feet and hands were disfigured and clasped together, and the "burned" skin seemed to have been peeling away piece by piece. Even though it was a re-enactment, I was glued to the scene wondering how they were going to help this man escape the brink of death, and wondering how in the world he survived! It even showed some live footage of the actual patient when he was on the ER table. Terrifying!!
Fortunately, they managed to save him. But sadly, he was an illegal immigrant trying to smuggle himself into the country and, well... once he healed, he was deported :/
For brunch I headed to the Atrium and got a cup of hot delicious coffee, a PB&J sandwich, a banana, and a bright, sexy, juicy orange. I sat for awhile and chilled out until I went to Woodworth and changed my work schedule for this week. I managed to score two shifts for tomorrow instead, so be working about 6 hours tomorrow. I get an hour in between the shifts for lunch and to relax, plus another 15 minute break during my second shift. Not so bad. It just barely covers what I usually work on weekdays (I know, I know-- pathetic, but its just pocket money), so luckily my paycheck won't have too much of a chunk missing. I then sat down and read my book for about an hour, and headed back. Went to dinner with Kyle with surprise guest appearance by Alex, and we had flashbacks of elementary school Pizza Days with the blah-quality pizza served at The Retreat.
Kyle and I hung out and watched Animal Planet afterward, and then he left and I cut my bangs. I like to think I'm getting pretty good at, though whenever I cut them and then go to a salon, the stylist always seems to ask "So do you cut your bangs yourself?". They never say whether or not I do a good or bad job, but they can always tell.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
(70) Coffee Drinkers, Unite!
Well, I had a blog post a moment ago, until my computer decided to freeze. Basically, coffee is good. Starbucks is bad.
If its not a brewed cup of coffee consisting of burned espresso or coffee beans, then its a fancy whipped cream, caramel, mocha, vanilla frappe-or-latte beverage with a taste similar to biting into a lemon. Anyone I know who feels that the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup has a similar position as I do to the Starbucks epidemic. Luckily, the economic downfall has destroyed well over 500 USA locations carrying the infectious beverages, thus its become less of an issue.
You may be wondering why I compared the coffee-inspired beverages to a lemon when, well, clearly it's quite the opposite. Whenever I take a sip of a mocha or any other expensive drink, my eyes squint. I instinctively hold the drink away from me as to say "Someone, take it!", and then take a faint gasp for air after finally finishing the sip. The overwhelming amount of sugar coated onto the barely recognizable amount of espresso and milk is astounding. As a coffee drinker, I cannot call it coffee.
Yet, this is what coffee has become. My beloved morning pick-me-up has become a tainted status symbol coated with pretty colors and "blended to perfection". Only when I specifically ask the barista to only use 1/4 of the normal amount of sweeteners can I recogize the bittersweet taste of coffee and alas, I reach a soothing median.
Except, I just paid full price for it.
I loved working at The Coffee Beanery and there need to be more places like it. I was hoping to work there over winter/summer breaks, but it looks like some of the rules have gotten completley out of hand, and everyone I worked with is actually planning on quitting. I've heard nothing but terrible things, so it looks I'll never be stepping into the funnest job I've ever had, even if it did mean khaki pants and the dorkiest visor you've ever seen.
Where have all the good mom and pop shops gone?
One of my favorites, The Ashbary, is going under. Its a family owned business and isn't afraid to declare it to the world. Its the type of shop that has signs that say "The customer is NOT always right!" and "We don't serve Frappacinos here." Sure it sounds unfriendly and pretty damn unprofessional, but the customers always came back. Its one of the only places I've known that has open mic nights, poetry readings, bands, tons of young people to meet and hang out with until 1AM, couches, shevles full of books to read, board games like Risk, Clue, and other geeky Sci-fi things, and even a TV with a Super Nintento. Oh, and the coffee was fantastic. Cheap, too.
I remember summers with Kara and Lindsay and the Ashbary. Where will we go now? Certainly not Starbucks. Looks like we'll have to continue our never ending search for the perfect coffee shop. Until next time.... tata.
If its not a brewed cup of coffee consisting of burned espresso or coffee beans, then its a fancy whipped cream, caramel, mocha, vanilla frappe-or-latte beverage with a taste similar to biting into a lemon. Anyone I know who feels that the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup has a similar position as I do to the Starbucks epidemic. Luckily, the economic downfall has destroyed well over 500 USA locations carrying the infectious beverages, thus its become less of an issue.
You may be wondering why I compared the coffee-inspired beverages to a lemon when, well, clearly it's quite the opposite. Whenever I take a sip of a mocha or any other expensive drink, my eyes squint. I instinctively hold the drink away from me as to say "Someone, take it!", and then take a faint gasp for air after finally finishing the sip. The overwhelming amount of sugar coated onto the barely recognizable amount of espresso and milk is astounding. As a coffee drinker, I cannot call it coffee.
Yet, this is what coffee has become. My beloved morning pick-me-up has become a tainted status symbol coated with pretty colors and "blended to perfection". Only when I specifically ask the barista to only use 1/4 of the normal amount of sweeteners can I recogize the bittersweet taste of coffee and alas, I reach a soothing median.
Except, I just paid full price for it.
I loved working at The Coffee Beanery and there need to be more places like it. I was hoping to work there over winter/summer breaks, but it looks like some of the rules have gotten completley out of hand, and everyone I worked with is actually planning on quitting. I've heard nothing but terrible things, so it looks I'll never be stepping into the funnest job I've ever had, even if it did mean khaki pants and the dorkiest visor you've ever seen.
Where have all the good mom and pop shops gone?
One of my favorites, The Ashbary, is going under. Its a family owned business and isn't afraid to declare it to the world. Its the type of shop that has signs that say "The customer is NOT always right!" and "We don't serve Frappacinos here." Sure it sounds unfriendly and pretty damn unprofessional, but the customers always came back. Its one of the only places I've known that has open mic nights, poetry readings, bands, tons of young people to meet and hang out with until 1AM, couches, shevles full of books to read, board games like Risk, Clue, and other geeky Sci-fi things, and even a TV with a Super Nintento. Oh, and the coffee was fantastic. Cheap, too.
I remember summers with Kara and Lindsay and the Ashbary. Where will we go now? Certainly not Starbucks. Looks like we'll have to continue our never ending search for the perfect coffee shop. Until next time.... tata.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
(69) Sexual Fruit Fantasies
My lust for you is as beautiful as the wind, with flowers dancing and . It is greener than the grasses of the mountains blessed with morning dew. But I know I will never have you. I wish you could come to me. But alas, I am the one who must always reach for you.
Without you, I'm weak. With you, I feel pain and my heart aches. I am sick and my soul longs for your healing, but when the feeling comes over me its already too late. Your sweet soul becomes tasteless, your skin becomes rotten. If one day you could love me, won't we reach peace?
Alas, my love.What ever shall one do to reach the enlightenment I long for?
My love. Sweet Vitamin C.... we can no longer carry this engagement. We must begin our lives again. The days of my childhood when I longed for your sweet embrace have come to an end; I have grown old and you have grown distant. My body is weak and I face my fate sooner than I have planned. I will be born again, I will renew my health, and I will take you again. I will never let you go. I will leave my lover, Coffee, and I will wake up to you everyday. Upon the return of my health, you shall be my savior.
Alas..... I anxiously await you.... Vitamin C.
(68) Double Up
So apparently we've been doing the 90 in 90 the hardcore way. If you skip a night, you don't have to start over; you just have t0 make two the next day.
So I'm still in the running!! As usual.
Abe's party last night was a lot of fun. It was..... surprising, because I wasn't aware of the theme. But it was interesting and fun nonetheless. Scrabble was good, but I think Leo is one of those people that you can't really play scrabble with. Like my Uncle Mark.
I wish I could've stayed longer that night, but the allergies that I thought were gone seem to have come back to haunt me, and they were acting up pretty badly, plus I had quite a headache.
But there's Late Night tonight and its gonna suck, but thats okay because it will kill some time!
I don't know what else to write about, except that I'm still feeling sickly. Blargh.
See you later tonight~!
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