Well, this break I have had quite the pile of books to read. I finished Fire by Kristen Cashore. The companion book to Graceling that takes place some 30-40 years before was overall better. It's tough to put my finger on it but weighing the main characters against one another, Fire is a fucking whiny baby and Katsa is totally bad ass. But overall Fire has, I think, a better plot line and is more intelligent. There was some drama that really pissed me off and the pacing of both books is infrequent and tiring. Overall it was pretty good.
Then I read The Hunger Games. In like 30-ish hours. I started it last night around 8:00 and finished it today around 12:30. It was a simple read but at the same time an amazingly complex text. I kinda hate that there is a book review from Stephanie Meyer on the back but she's also praised Harry Potter...
Anyways, Katniss is a type of root. Likened to a potato... no, it's the main character. A girl, who, like me, is somehow incapable of love. I mean, she obviously has love for others and shows it; but as the receiver of such affection, she freaks out.
So do I.
But this isn't a blog post about me; it's actually about what the book made me think about love.
It's complicated. As if that's not said enough *rolls eyes* but there was something brought up in the book that I have rarely encountered before.
The fact that the term 'love is a complex thing' is a outrageous understatement. I mean like saying the water temple in just about any Zelda game is a little confusing. Fuck that. It's hard as shit.
There is this thing called lateral thinking. For me, it's in the stupid online puzzle games I play. You have to think about several reactions to one action on many different levels at once. (Try MOTAS-took me hours).
The dictionary definition of it is:
"(Psychology) a way of solving problems by rejecting traditional methods and employing unorthodox and apparently illogical means."
So everything about lateral thinking tells us that the normal reasoning hopelessly entwined in our minds from lifetimes of societal pressures is nothing. Throw that out the window.
So since love is already complicated and so hard to define, would it be safe to say that in order to truly know the meaning of love, in all it's meant to be, from what we expect and could never dream of, that one must be capable of lateral feeling?
Or in other words, instead of finding a route that is sensible and concise our 'hearts' are only capable of these convoluted tricky maze-like paths?
Chew on that with your dinner.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Another Totally Reasonable 'Unreasonable' Fear
Bees.
God fucking damn it I hate them oh so much. Seriously, ask any of my friends. I'll flip my shit if one comes near me.
However, many may ask why, since bees are a common fear after all people are allergic... But I'm not, at least I don't know if I am because I have never been stung. I quite pride myself in this little known fact about me, but yes, I have gone 18 years of my life without ever knowing the horrible deathly pain of a fat pulsating poison spitting bee stinger in my flesh. Mommy confirms the years I don't remember.
So why am I afraid? Well, I have the (sometimes) blessing of having four older siblings to fuck up for me to see, and learn from. This includes bees.
Story #1: Jennifer + Hornet-Pants
So one summer in the early 2000s my sister was getting ready to go out with her boyfriend at the time. I'm innocently sitting upstairs with my eyes glued to the colorful picture box (the TV) when I hear her pained screams fill our not so large house.
Turns out when she went to change her pants, there was a hornet in her jeans and it got stuck right around her knee. Then proceeded to sting her about ten times. TEN MOTHER FUCKING TIMES!!
Her cries of horror and the swollen red knee was enough to haunt my dreams for months.
Story #2: Matthew mows a nest
Yeah, this story is pretty much exactly how it sounds. My brother was outside mowing the lawn when he ran over an underground bees nest. Yeah, they happen underground, look it up. So anyways he's innocently mowing what is usually the like of a rainforest and then I hear his shouts for me to come open to the door for him. When I reach the screen door he's sprinting around the yard like a mad man and I hear the sound of the horrible things and can see a cloud following him. I open the door (bravely) and he sprints inside. A few follow him so I bolt upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom armed with a can of Raid.
Story # 3: The infestation of our house by wasps
Yeah, so we used to live in this two-story yellow house. It was fairly decent and I'm surprised my mom managed to feed five kids and keep it in mostly good repair. However, things would be missed, like a small hole in the wall under our big red deck.
One day I start noticing that a whole lot of wasps have started to make a general routine out of giving me a heart attack. So I tell mom, who admits she too has noticed the increased number of hell-demons.
Now, my mother, crafty as she is, enlists the help of our family-friend Paul and they go on an epic adventure to discover the fountain of wasps... err where they are getting in.
The discovery was that of an uncovered light socket, directly on the other side of the wall from a hole in which a wasp nest has been built. Oh, and as they are looking in the socket, a wasp fucking crawls out of it. There were wasps. IN MY HOUSE!
NOT
COOL
Story # 4: Did I outgrow this fear? NO
There was one summer where I actually gained control of my fear. I was sitting on the patio with my mother having a chit-chat when a wasp. No, not a bee, but a big scary wasp landed on my foot. I sat quietly and observed it. Sure, I stared wide-eyed and was completely motionless until it left.
But it happened.
This was a short-lived victory, for this encounter seemed to have kicked my fear back into high drive. One day I was innocently making myself some noodles when I look to the handle of the pan to see a big fatty hornet sitting on it. War ensues. It involved a lot of scrubbing bubbles, several mad dashes up tot he bathroom, the fly-swatter (with which I am useless) and a phone call to Joslyn with me in tears.
Then there was the time I was running errands last summer only to discover a bee had flow into my car. To which my response was to immediately drive to work (I was close by) and force my friend Mike to stop cooking and come murder the little bastard for hitch hiking in my back window.
So those are only four of TONS of horrifying bee stories I have.
I also get this question a lot, why are you afraid of bees when you like spiders so much?
Well, one, spiders are cool and really interesting. And the ones you really have to worry about can only occupy the space on the walls and floor (most are not good at ceiling clinging). Bees fill up all the space between. It's volume vs. area dude. Simple logic.
But, being a nature enthusiast I tend to watch discovery channel. This has not helped my sanity or stress levels at all. I found out about Africanized Honey Bees. Yeah, you know the ones, they are like violent overprotective hormonal teenagers with pointy things on their asses and aren't afraid to use them. There happens to be billions of them because of some shit-head scientist that decided to mess with nature and made some fucking pissed off bees.
That swarmed on up to the US.
Great. Oh but the scariest kind of flying horror machine is the Japanese Giant Hornet.
God fucking damn it I hate them oh so much. Seriously, ask any of my friends. I'll flip my shit if one comes near me.
However, many may ask why, since bees are a common fear after all people are allergic... But I'm not, at least I don't know if I am because I have never been stung. I quite pride myself in this little known fact about me, but yes, I have gone 18 years of my life without ever knowing the horrible deathly pain of a fat pulsating poison spitting bee stinger in my flesh. Mommy confirms the years I don't remember.
So why am I afraid? Well, I have the (sometimes) blessing of having four older siblings to fuck up for me to see, and learn from. This includes bees.
Story #1: Jennifer + Hornet-Pants
So one summer in the early 2000s my sister was getting ready to go out with her boyfriend at the time. I'm innocently sitting upstairs with my eyes glued to the colorful picture box (the TV) when I hear her pained screams fill our not so large house.
Turns out when she went to change her pants, there was a hornet in her jeans and it got stuck right around her knee. Then proceeded to sting her about ten times. TEN MOTHER FUCKING TIMES!!
Her cries of horror and the swollen red knee was enough to haunt my dreams for months.
Story #2: Matthew mows a nest
Yeah, this story is pretty much exactly how it sounds. My brother was outside mowing the lawn when he ran over an underground bees nest. Yeah, they happen underground, look it up. So anyways he's innocently mowing what is usually the like of a rainforest and then I hear his shouts for me to come open to the door for him. When I reach the screen door he's sprinting around the yard like a mad man and I hear the sound of the horrible things and can see a cloud following him. I open the door (bravely) and he sprints inside. A few follow him so I bolt upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom armed with a can of Raid.
Story # 3: The infestation of our house by wasps
Yeah, so we used to live in this two-story yellow house. It was fairly decent and I'm surprised my mom managed to feed five kids and keep it in mostly good repair. However, things would be missed, like a small hole in the wall under our big red deck.
One day I start noticing that a whole lot of wasps have started to make a general routine out of giving me a heart attack. So I tell mom, who admits she too has noticed the increased number of hell-demons.
Now, my mother, crafty as she is, enlists the help of our family-friend Paul and they go on an epic adventure to discover the fountain of wasps... err where they are getting in.
The discovery was that of an uncovered light socket, directly on the other side of the wall from a hole in which a wasp nest has been built. Oh, and as they are looking in the socket, a wasp fucking crawls out of it. There were wasps. IN MY HOUSE!
NOT
COOL
Story # 4: Did I outgrow this fear? NO
There was one summer where I actually gained control of my fear. I was sitting on the patio with my mother having a chit-chat when a wasp. No, not a bee, but a big scary wasp landed on my foot. I sat quietly and observed it. Sure, I stared wide-eyed and was completely motionless until it left.
But it happened.
This was a short-lived victory, for this encounter seemed to have kicked my fear back into high drive. One day I was innocently making myself some noodles when I look to the handle of the pan to see a big fatty hornet sitting on it. War ensues. It involved a lot of scrubbing bubbles, several mad dashes up tot he bathroom, the fly-swatter (with which I am useless) and a phone call to Joslyn with me in tears.
Then there was the time I was running errands last summer only to discover a bee had flow into my car. To which my response was to immediately drive to work (I was close by) and force my friend Mike to stop cooking and come murder the little bastard for hitch hiking in my back window.
So those are only four of TONS of horrifying bee stories I have.
I also get this question a lot, why are you afraid of bees when you like spiders so much?
Well, one, spiders are cool and really interesting. And the ones you really have to worry about can only occupy the space on the walls and floor (most are not good at ceiling clinging). Bees fill up all the space between. It's volume vs. area dude. Simple logic.
But, being a nature enthusiast I tend to watch discovery channel. This has not helped my sanity or stress levels at all. I found out about Africanized Honey Bees. Yeah, you know the ones, they are like violent overprotective hormonal teenagers with pointy things on their asses and aren't afraid to use them. There happens to be billions of them because of some shit-head scientist that decided to mess with nature and made some fucking pissed off bees.
That swarmed on up to the US.
Great. Oh but the scariest kind of flying horror machine is the Japanese Giant Hornet.
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| Giant + |
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| Hornet = |
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| FUCKING TERRIFYING |
Cracked.com puts it rather nicely. "Nature is fucking hardcore."
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Avatar: The Last Airbender
A comparison:
So as you all know when Avatar (the TV show, not the movie about blue aliens) came out on nickelodeon, I became a quick fan and soon got my older brother Matt into it as well. Then at first when I heard that there was going to be a movie called Avatar I got excited. However it turned out to be about blue aliens which was kind of disappointing but that movie was pretty good, so I let it slide.
Well turns out they were making the cartoon into a movie. YAY!
How wrong I was to be excited.
VS
Okay, first things first. Let's talk about the original.
For those of you who don't know Avatar: The Last Airbender is a cartoon series about a boy who is the last of the 'Airbenders' and just so happens to be the 'Avatar.' Aka the one person relied upon by the whole world to keep the four nations at peace. Anyways, when Aang discovers this, he is upset about shouldering the responsibility, gets lost in a storm and basically hibernates for 100 years. When he wakes up, he is found by Katara, the last 'Waterbender' in the Southern Water Tribe, and her brother Sokka. The series begins here and follows Aang through his journey to accept his responsibility, learn to master the elements (which is what the Avatar can do, setting them apart), and save the world. Along the way he meets many people and goes on little adventures and is learning valuable life lessons all along the way.
So I loved this show. I was pretty obsessed, although I was quiet about it because not many other people watched it. It was cute and fun but could be serious and insightful a the same time. The artists and writers clearly put a lot of thought into the work and the end product was a fascinating rare gem for Nickelodeon these days.
The duration of the show was three seasons from 2005 to 2008. It was broken into four parts; Water, Earth, Fire, and Air. Each of the characters goes through some sort of personal growth. Well except some of the villains, like Azula, who just goes crazy... so I would have to say that is more of decay rather than growth...
Anyways. Yeah, Show=awesome.
Movie? Not so much.
Actually, not at all.
So here we are. Time to talk about the movie.
It was bad. Lets break this into two parts. First as an adaptation, then as a movie independently.
So as an adaptation we have to think about things such as role portrayal and casting. Casting is one of those things that you can't really control as a fan. That is, unless you are the casting director. Now don't get me wrong, I am sure that the actors aren't all that bad. Dev Patel, who plays Zuko, was also the lead in Slumdog Millionaire. That was a really good movie. Jackson Rathbone, who plays Sokka, is Jasper in The Twilight saga...
(I'm not even going to go into how much I dislike Twilight)
Right, so it can't be the actors who are making this movie bad, so what is it? The writing. Yeah, a person can only do so much with a big pile of shit. The IMDB review of this movie sates that:
"It'd be easy to take the script and scenes word-for-word from the source material and simply plug in actors to say the lines. Unfortunately, Shymalan's The Last Airbender fails at even the simplest of tasks such as this."
Good point. There was a point in the movie, that was probably supposed to be dramatic, but Matt and I literally just laughed. The lines are written so poorly that it seems a fifth-grader would have written a better script (and they might just have put a few of the lines from the cartoon in there).
Now, who is the writer, you may ask. None other than M. Night Shymalan himself. Oh, but guess what, he is the director too. So when you hear these stupid as fuck lines being delivered so poorly he's to blame for that too. I can just imagine Dev Patel delivering a perfect true-to-Zuko line and Shymalan coming back and telling him to change it. Oh this man.
M. Night Shymalan has brought us some great movies, but he is a little too obsessed with the twist ending. The Sixth Sense and Signs were legendary movies and pretty great. But he has put twist endings on like every movie he has made. It worked 2/11 times. That's 18%. Less than an F. An F-----! For Christ's sake! STOP IT!
He does this in The Last Airbender too. Since the movie only covers the first season, I fail to understand how introducing Azula as the new chaser of Aang and the gang, and as Zuko's sister as a surprise. Yeah, I already knew these things from seeing the show, but even if I hadn't... We see her a few times throughout the movie. By this time, with Shymalan's record, it's the most obvious thing ever.
Now, I have to touch on these few little nit-picky things because they just bothered me so much. Why is Katara so annoying? She is constantly whining to Aang about how much the world needs him. Blah blah blah. In the cartoon, she is this fiery strong young woman who is a major support pillar for our hero throughout (and the love interest). In the movie, she just appears. No really, she might as well be doing nothing but standing there for all the difference she makes.
Next, the begging of the movie goes by SUPER fast, as if someone were jsut giving a synopsis of the first 18 episodes and then it spends FOR-EV-ER on the last (two-part) season finale. And for how long they spend in the Northern Water Tribe, they miss almost all of the important details. It kind-of goes over the relationship between Sokka and Princess Yue. Oh, but they totally forget all about Katara's struggle to make the water-bending master accept her as a pupil (female integrity), the fact that Yue is betrothed (love triangle), and Sokka coming into his own as a military strategist.
Not only that, but they totally reverse Aang's struggle. In the TV series, his issue is that he can't control his emotions, so when he is pushed to the limit, he enters the Avatar Stage, something he can not yet deal with. However, in the movie, this wasn't acceptable, so they needed it to be the exact opposite. Aang is actually told to let his emotions run free and is portrayed as bottling them up. WTF.
Then, the most annoying thing of all in the entire movie. The way they pronounce things.
1. Aang is pronounced with a long a, as if you were saying 'ahhh.'
2. Sokka is pronounced with a short o, as if you were saying 'go.'
3. Ihro is pronounced with and e, as if you were saying 'city.'
Was it so hard to watch ONE FUCKING EPISODE and learn the correct way THE CREATORS wanted the names to be said?
Aang is with a long a sound, as in 'gorilla.' Sokka with a long o, as in fucking 'sock.' and Ihro is with a long i, and in 'I.' Then they pull this off. Near the end of the movie, when Commander Zaho is taking about the two swimming koi, who are the physical representations of the ocean and moon spirits, he says Yin and Yang with a long a. Yin and Yaaaaaaaaang. Seriously? I'm sorry but this movie was trying so hard to miss pronounce words that it even said yang wrong.
Okay
I think I will be okay now.
Hope you enjoyed my tirade.
So as you all know when Avatar (the TV show, not the movie about blue aliens) came out on nickelodeon, I became a quick fan and soon got my older brother Matt into it as well. Then at first when I heard that there was going to be a movie called Avatar I got excited. However it turned out to be about blue aliens which was kind of disappointing but that movie was pretty good, so I let it slide.
Well turns out they were making the cartoon into a movie. YAY!
How wrong I was to be excited.
 |
| The Cartoon |
 |
| The Movie |
VS
Okay, first things first. Let's talk about the original.
For those of you who don't know Avatar: The Last Airbender is a cartoon series about a boy who is the last of the 'Airbenders' and just so happens to be the 'Avatar.' Aka the one person relied upon by the whole world to keep the four nations at peace. Anyways, when Aang discovers this, he is upset about shouldering the responsibility, gets lost in a storm and basically hibernates for 100 years. When he wakes up, he is found by Katara, the last 'Waterbender' in the Southern Water Tribe, and her brother Sokka. The series begins here and follows Aang through his journey to accept his responsibility, learn to master the elements (which is what the Avatar can do, setting them apart), and save the world. Along the way he meets many people and goes on little adventures and is learning valuable life lessons all along the way.
So I loved this show. I was pretty obsessed, although I was quiet about it because not many other people watched it. It was cute and fun but could be serious and insightful a the same time. The artists and writers clearly put a lot of thought into the work and the end product was a fascinating rare gem for Nickelodeon these days.
The duration of the show was three seasons from 2005 to 2008. It was broken into four parts; Water, Earth, Fire, and Air. Each of the characters goes through some sort of personal growth. Well except some of the villains, like Azula, who just goes crazy... so I would have to say that is more of decay rather than growth...
Anyways. Yeah, Show=awesome.
Movie? Not so much.
Actually, not at all.
So here we are. Time to talk about the movie.
It was bad. Lets break this into two parts. First as an adaptation, then as a movie independently.
So as an adaptation we have to think about things such as role portrayal and casting. Casting is one of those things that you can't really control as a fan. That is, unless you are the casting director. Now don't get me wrong, I am sure that the actors aren't all that bad. Dev Patel, who plays Zuko, was also the lead in Slumdog Millionaire. That was a really good movie. Jackson Rathbone, who plays Sokka, is Jasper in The Twilight saga...
(I'm not even going to go into how much I dislike Twilight)
Right, so it can't be the actors who are making this movie bad, so what is it? The writing. Yeah, a person can only do so much with a big pile of shit. The IMDB review of this movie sates that:
"It'd be easy to take the script and scenes word-for-word from the source material and simply plug in actors to say the lines. Unfortunately, Shymalan's The Last Airbender fails at even the simplest of tasks such as this."
Good point. There was a point in the movie, that was probably supposed to be dramatic, but Matt and I literally just laughed. The lines are written so poorly that it seems a fifth-grader would have written a better script (and they might just have put a few of the lines from the cartoon in there).
Now, who is the writer, you may ask. None other than M. Night Shymalan himself. Oh, but guess what, he is the director too. So when you hear these stupid as fuck lines being delivered so poorly he's to blame for that too. I can just imagine Dev Patel delivering a perfect true-to-Zuko line and Shymalan coming back and telling him to change it. Oh this man.
M. Night Shymalan has brought us some great movies, but he is a little too obsessed with the twist ending. The Sixth Sense and Signs were legendary movies and pretty great. But he has put twist endings on like every movie he has made. It worked 2/11 times. That's 18%. Less than an F. An F-----! For Christ's sake! STOP IT!
He does this in The Last Airbender too. Since the movie only covers the first season, I fail to understand how introducing Azula as the new chaser of Aang and the gang, and as Zuko's sister as a surprise. Yeah, I already knew these things from seeing the show, but even if I hadn't... We see her a few times throughout the movie. By this time, with Shymalan's record, it's the most obvious thing ever.
Now, I have to touch on these few little nit-picky things because they just bothered me so much. Why is Katara so annoying? She is constantly whining to Aang about how much the world needs him. Blah blah blah. In the cartoon, she is this fiery strong young woman who is a major support pillar for our hero throughout (and the love interest). In the movie, she just appears. No really, she might as well be doing nothing but standing there for all the difference she makes.
Next, the begging of the movie goes by SUPER fast, as if someone were jsut giving a synopsis of the first 18 episodes and then it spends FOR-EV-ER on the last (two-part) season finale. And for how long they spend in the Northern Water Tribe, they miss almost all of the important details. It kind-of goes over the relationship between Sokka and Princess Yue. Oh, but they totally forget all about Katara's struggle to make the water-bending master accept her as a pupil (female integrity), the fact that Yue is betrothed (love triangle), and Sokka coming into his own as a military strategist.
Not only that, but they totally reverse Aang's struggle. In the TV series, his issue is that he can't control his emotions, so when he is pushed to the limit, he enters the Avatar Stage, something he can not yet deal with. However, in the movie, this wasn't acceptable, so they needed it to be the exact opposite. Aang is actually told to let his emotions run free and is portrayed as bottling them up. WTF.
Then, the most annoying thing of all in the entire movie. The way they pronounce things.
1. Aang is pronounced with a long a, as if you were saying 'ahhh.'
2. Sokka is pronounced with a short o, as if you were saying 'go.'
3. Ihro is pronounced with and e, as if you were saying 'city.'
Was it so hard to watch ONE FUCKING EPISODE and learn the correct way THE CREATORS wanted the names to be said?
Aang is with a long a sound, as in 'gorilla.' Sokka with a long o, as in fucking 'sock.' and Ihro is with a long i, and in 'I.' Then they pull this off. Near the end of the movie, when Commander Zaho is taking about the two swimming koi, who are the physical representations of the ocean and moon spirits, he says Yin and Yang with a long a. Yin and Yaaaaaaaaang. Seriously? I'm sorry but this movie was trying so hard to miss pronounce words that it even said yang wrong.
Okay
I think I will be okay now.
Hope you enjoyed my tirade.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I like these things
Hey! I'm going to do a fashion entry! Weird...
Okay so first off: Suspenders
Yeah, going to go ahead and say that they are pretty sweet. I like that I actually own a pair of these.
Item 2: Bomber Hat
Yeah, I am wearing one right now. Although it actually belongs to my niece, I will probably keep it until she makes me give it back.
Item 3: Old Man Sweaters
That is me in the middle with my brother's sweater on (I stole that too)
Then my friend Nessy is to my on the left and my roommate Natylee is on the right.
And the third: Sundresses
This one is fucking cute! Sundresses are actually my obsession. It took everything in my power to NOT spend hours looking for the coolest dress to put up. This one was on Google. But seriously. I love sundresses so much. If I could I would wear one everyday, but alas I live in the north and can't.
Now I'll go cry in a corner about it.
There was actually a day when I was walking across campus with a friend of mine and we both noticed this girl (my friend being male btw). He thought she was cute; I decided I would look better in the awesome dress she was wearing.
Okay well now I have lost interest in this and must go look at pretty dresses. Shut-up, I'm a girl okay?
Okay so first off: Suspenders
Item 2: Bomber Hat
Item 3: Old Man Sweaters
Then my friend Nessy is to my on the left and my roommate Natylee is on the right.
And the third: Sundresses
Now I'll go cry in a corner about it.
There was actually a day when I was walking across campus with a friend of mine and we both noticed this girl (my friend being male btw). He thought she was cute; I decided I would look better in the awesome dress she was wearing.
Okay well now I have lost interest in this and must go look at pretty dresses. Shut-up, I'm a girl okay?
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
More College Inside Jokes
And more quotes for you to never understand.
"LOVE ME MORE!"
"Afternoon destroyed."
"Get some."
"You stabbed me in Greenland"
"Studying for finals is like chugging milk: it hurts going down but them you regurgitate it all over the place and you feel so much better."
"Ian, can I dip my potato in your sauce?"
"It's okay, I'll teach you how to do it with a spoon."
"Is your genital closet open?"
"I'd rather be shimmying down the wall naked than in bed on fire."
"Emergency loin-cloth."
"I'm not taking my clothes off... Not in that mood you're not."
"Have you ever bit up a wall?"
"LOVE ME MORE!"
"Afternoon destroyed."
"Get some."
"You stabbed me in Greenland"
"Studying for finals is like chugging milk: it hurts going down but them you regurgitate it all over the place and you feel so much better."
"Ian, can I dip my potato in your sauce?"
"It's okay, I'll teach you how to do it with a spoon."
"Is your genital closet open?"
"I'd rather be shimmying down the wall naked than in bed on fire."
"Emergency loin-cloth."
"I'm not taking my clothes off... Not in that mood you're not."
"Have you ever bit up a wall?"
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
How Many References to Annoyance and Death Can I Make?
It's the end of my very first quarter in big-scary college.
I'm glad I didn't die like link dies in the Zelda games...
I'm going to be that awesome totally one-of-a-kind blogger (ew) that sits and complains about how hard my finals were.
Except they really weren't.
German: taken the class before.
Math 114: Well this one sucked but I think I at least passed.
More stress than they are worth, yes. Let's consider the benefits though.
1. I will fully understand a language to the point that I will study there for an amount of time.
2. Math has given me new insight on my life. It's testing me. Is being a Bio teacher really worth it? Well if I can make it through the second evil boss at the bottom of this level's dungeon, also known as Chem 121, I think it will be.
If not, I am switching my major to english.
Which reminds me that a current frustration is that my AP English score was never sent electronically to my school so now I have to go dig through the mountains of paperwork at home and find my results to show to the people who would otherwise force me to take English 101. Which I will refer to as slow painful death.
After the credit from Eastern debacle, I am starting to mistrust electronic score reporting. Seriously.
Then there is the bully called the parking services here at Western. They give me a lot of grief... and a big hole in my wallet. I have already been wronged by them like three times, it's ridiculous! Some day I would like to march in there and give them a piece of my mind. However, I guess I will stick to being passive-aggressive about it.
So now is just the 8-ish hour drive to Spokane to look forward to tomorrow.
Fuck.
By the way, the answer is apparently only seven.
I'm glad I didn't die like link dies in the Zelda games...
I'm going to be that awesome totally one-of-a-kind blogger (ew) that sits and complains about how hard my finals were.
Except they really weren't.
German: taken the class before.
Math 114: Well this one sucked but I think I at least passed.
More stress than they are worth, yes. Let's consider the benefits though.
1. I will fully understand a language to the point that I will study there for an amount of time.
2. Math has given me new insight on my life. It's testing me. Is being a Bio teacher really worth it? Well if I can make it through the second evil boss at the bottom of this level's dungeon, also known as Chem 121, I think it will be.
If not, I am switching my major to english.
Which reminds me that a current frustration is that my AP English score was never sent electronically to my school so now I have to go dig through the mountains of paperwork at home and find my results to show to the people who would otherwise force me to take English 101. Which I will refer to as slow painful death.
After the credit from Eastern debacle, I am starting to mistrust electronic score reporting. Seriously.
Then there is the bully called the parking services here at Western. They give me a lot of grief... and a big hole in my wallet. I have already been wronged by them like three times, it's ridiculous! Some day I would like to march in there and give them a piece of my mind. However, I guess I will stick to being passive-aggressive about it.
So now is just the 8-ish hour drive to Spokane to look forward to tomorrow.
Fuck.
By the way, the answer is apparently only seven.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Dead Week
Shit.
Yeah, that seems to sum it up nicely huh?
So basically I am grumpy and stressed. I only have two finals too! Why!!
I think it is math, aka, the bane of my existence. Anyways, I took pre-calc again because I thought it would be easier and I could get a better grade this time through.
I was wrong.
I think part of the problem is that I become even more frustratingly forgetful when I am stressed and that is the basic definition of dead week.
So here I am, trying desperately not to freak out like I usually do and get all fatal about everything. It's more of a struggle than you would think.
Yeah, that seems to sum it up nicely huh?
So basically I am grumpy and stressed. I only have two finals too! Why!!
I think it is math, aka, the bane of my existence. Anyways, I took pre-calc again because I thought it would be easier and I could get a better grade this time through.
I was wrong.
I think part of the problem is that I become even more frustratingly forgetful when I am stressed and that is the basic definition of dead week.
So here I am, trying desperately not to freak out like I usually do and get all fatal about everything. It's more of a struggle than you would think.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Coconut Records= Fucking Awesome
You know what I love? Finding out something hilariously fantastic about something previously pretty awesome. For example, a week or so ago I was listening to Pandora (while doing homework or something) and it played a song by Coconut Records; West Coast.
Today it plays another, Microphone. I had previously written Coconut Records on one of my purple whiteboard bubble things, so my interest was sparked.
I Googled the band, turns out it's the solo project of one Jason Schwartzman.
Well he's one of the best actors I have ever seen. I usually see him in Wes Anderson films but he recently appeared in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (which is a great movie, by the way).
New obsession? Yes.
You can listen on Myspace.
Today it plays another, Microphone. I had previously written Coconut Records on one of my purple whiteboard bubble things, so my interest was sparked.
I Googled the band, turns out it's the solo project of one Jason Schwartzman.
Well he's one of the best actors I have ever seen. I usually see him in Wes Anderson films but he recently appeared in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (which is a great movie, by the way).
New obsession? Yes.
You can listen on Myspace.
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