Every Day Is Exactly The Same

Wake up.
Force self to wake up.
Drone through morning rituals.
Have half an hour of happiness before 7:45
Motions.
Motions.
Motions.
Motions.
Motions.
Motions.
Motions.
Come home
Use Laptop
Use Laptop
Use Laptop
Hate self for doing nothing.
Swear to start doing something productive.
Get interested in ideas to do.
Realize I have no funds to start it up.
Lose will to do it.
Emptiness.
Lay in bed swearing to make a difference tomorrow.

Doze

Cue the mundane post. Oh god, the amount of free time I have is awful. Boredom is the worst thing in my life and it seems like I'm combating with it as soon as I walk in the door from school, and nothing is even remotely entertaining for a duration of time. Streaming movies, playing games, reading, general stupid things with laptop, Facebook, Twitter, NOTHING IS GOOD ANYMORE (I guess they would have had to be good in the first place..) I seriously feel like beating my skull in would be a better use of time rather than sitting here and taking in oxygen and fuckin' eating to stay alive.

Swivel

Slow day again, shocking I know. Not that I'm complaining, school's a fantastic time killer and everything but it's moments like this where I can sit back and enjoy myself. I got my swivel chair, a decent book, and M83 on in the background. Phone's been quiet too, no texts, no nothing for the past few hours. I'm in my own dimly lit world essentially, and aside from a few people, I'd be perfectly content to stay like this for the rest of my life. Reading, relaxing, and drinking from this mug I found in the back of the cupboard.

Thump

This headache is giving the neat ability to feel my heart beat without really trying. Didn't even think it was still there. Just been going through the motions lately; I really do need to get that hobby to pull my mind off of everything and out of the norm. Slow day so far, two hour delay and feeling sick as all of hell. Stuffy nose, thumping headache, dry throat, the whole shebang. Whatever, I'm stronger than this crap. On with the week.

In other news, Skyrim's Dlc Hearthfire came out today and the verdict is NIOFHJHERHOHGERHGLGJGHRULGHRRVI MG HG RIRG RIGGHRJKFHEJKLF;EF SO GOOD

Sigh

I'm feeling some mental fatigue. Not too good at this point either, got school work looming over me, a German girl who looks to me for all types of advice; not that I don't mind it, I like to help people a lot, I just didn't quite expect this. Still being a guardian angel as well. I'm losing ground there, but I won't let this go without exhausting all my options. It's worth it. Boredom is really been sinking in lately too, while school work is annoying it doesn't occupy my time fully. I need to find a new hobby or something. Maybe painting or something, get these creative urges out of the system. Abstract art, something to let me put some paint onto paper. Yeah, I like that idea; now all I need to do is scrounge up some money. I do, however know this will end as it always does, I'll never have the money to go grab the materials I need. Oh well, there's always something else to do.

Bucket List Babies

H'okay, so, senior bucket list, this will no doubt be a work in progress.

Initial list:
1.Go an entire year without failing a class
2.Beat Banjo Kazooie in class
3. Fix Yoshi's Story and Kirby 64
4.Nuzlocke run in Pokemon Emerald
5.Don't screw up in radio again.
6.Read some more freakin' books.

First

Back again, let's get this done and see what this "Real world" they've been telling us all about is like.

Tune Up

Despite the end of the year closing in quickly, I'm going to post-pone the end of year assessment post, and make another one filled with random things. Anthology has gone well, mostly completed despite me having forgotten to bring my pin drive to school so Hill could get it printed double sided. Memoirs of a Geisha is nearly complete, closing in on the final twenty pages of Sayuri's tales, much better of a book than I was anticipating, pleasant surprise to say the least. Sayuri's thoughts as of late tend to confuse me, acting more heavily taken with the Chairman than with Nobu, despite the fact that Nobu has had interest in her for 10 years now.

In other, nerdier news, the Audi R8 5.4 Quatro set up I've been tuning for the past few days in my free time has come along nicely. Suspension is lowered in the back, putting more weight onto the rear tires and taking it off the front. I'm hoping to give it a better launch and handling rating by forcing the Audi's systems to react to the extra rear weight and put more power into those wheels, forcing it to act more like a rear wheel drive car than a four wheel drive, improving it's speed and acceleration points as well, all the tweaking aside, I freaking LOVE this car.

In other, even nerdier news Jacob and I have been experimenting with different slots on our LoL team. Swapping out champions that we regularly play in favor of more unorthodox champions and throw off the enemy team. While Jacob most commonly runs a sturdy and reliable mid lane champion such as Lux or Karthus he has lately been choosing counter pick choices such as Kassadin and Galio. While their counter to AP champions such as Lux and Karthus they lack a certain bang. Galio's role in the team is better suited to support tank, initiating the fights and taking all the punishment, and despite his AP Nuking ability, Galio is not a full on AP carry for the team. Kassadin is a it different however, his abilities hit hard and can disrupt other AP carries in mid lane, his early game is horrible. If the other players get aggressive in the least bit before Kassadin can hit level 6 it's more than likely Jacob will lose the lane. I've been messing around with a Pantheon solo top lately, his passive isn't the best, and I had my butt handed to me by a Riven last night, but good lord is he fun to play. Pantheon's ultimate, Grand Skyfall, can cover most of the map and hot-drop me into another lane for a gank with power and efficiency, letting me drop my stun not long after I impact as well, that shock and awe power helped Jacob and I secure my two hundreth win last night, looking forward to doing more of this Saturday with him at his house. Always good to throw around some dumb ideas and have them work beautifully.

Claws

Well, I dug myself a cozy little pit to tear myself up and out of. I'm desperately far behind in my anthology and my book review, considering that I've yet to finish Memoirs of a Geisha, despite being about 50 or so pages from completion.  To say it has enthralled me is an understatement, I love the book dearly, which is what is keeping me from simply looking up a plot summary of the end. Sayuri's conflicting thoughts of Nobu and the Chairman add a sort of life into the plot, despite Nobu being the clearly better option the Chairman's kindness all those years ago have are what pushed Sayuri (Earlier in the book known as Chiyo) to finally become a geisha. My iPod ended a playlist and as I changed it to another I lost track of where I was going to take this review, so moving on. The anthology can be completed fairly easily, I just need a push from someone to get me to finish this thing. Considering how easy of an project it was the book making process of it seems to be the hardest part of it, considering my crafting skills are horrible despite my dexterity of the hands and digits. I don't even know where I'm going with this anymore, might as well stop.

Disregard me and my cars

Hill started talking about cars in class today. Being a car guy I LOOOOVED this. So when he asked for a car that was beautiful but efficient I had to say the Audi R8.

But he also asked for cars that werent quite as beautiful, so my mind came up with a few.

First up is the Peugeot LMP, with narration by Jeremy Clarkson later in the video.

http://youtu.be/sWSpCIgB0_U

And the other odd car, the Gumpert Apollo S. A gull wing car is odd enough (Except if it's a Mercedes SLS, that car is BEAUTIFUL)

http://youtu.be/YTKwQiUI9r0

(Highlight the URLs and right click "Go to")

Note #5

The Lie

By Don Paterson b. 1963 Don Paterson

As was my custom, I’d risen a full hour
before the house had woken to make sure

that everything was in order with The Lie,

his drip changed and his shackles all secure.

I was by then so practiced in this chore

I’d counted maybe thirteen years or more

since last I’d felt the urge to meet his eye.

Such, I liked to think, was our rapport.

I was at full stretch to test some ligature

when I must have caught a ragged thread, and tore

his gag away; though as he made no cry,

I kept on with my checking as before.

it was a child’s voice. I looked up from the floor.
The dark had turned his eyes to milk and sky
and his arms and legs were all one scarlet sore.

He was a boy of maybe three or four.
His straps and chains were all the things he wore.
Knowing I could make him no reply

and put it back as tight as it would tie
and locked the door and locked the door and locked the door

We all have those lies that haunt us, for if their guise shall fail we will suffer not only those concequences, but of those actions that casued us to lie. "I'd countd maybe thirteen years or more since I'd last felt the urge to meet his eye. Such, I liked to think, was our rapport." Showing time since the man had even gained enough courage to aknowledge what he has done, thirteen years since he has simply maintained his lie without reflecting upon it. "The dark had turned his eyes to milk and sky and his arms were all one scarlet sore." Has one turned blind to what they have done and began to believe their own lie? Forgetting what he had even began to cover up, or has is simply had a blind eye turned onto it, left to die to fading memory. "He was a boy of maybe three or four." The Lie is bound as a child, forced into the dark for none to know of, to be the one forgotten.

Note #4

Promises Are for Liars

By James Galvin b. 1951 James Galvin

Because, you know,

Either you're going

To do it or

You're not.

Slight as light

Reflected from the stream

Onto the wavering

Willow leaves,

Eternal love

Doesn't need

Eternity, see?

A cyclone of sand-

Hill cranes

Rises from the corn

Slathering the

Ephemeral work.

Let's don't worry.

Let's don't ask.

Our institutions

Are standing by.

But I keep thinking

How easy it is

To get lost in the sky

With nothing holy

To defend.

The poem seems to echo to me throughout each day since I've read it. Even the title seems to poke at me, considering how hihgly I value promises to friends and those close to me. "Either you're going to do it or you're not", isn't that how all promises are? A black and white decision of yes or no? You say the word promise as a sing of it will be done, not lie for some one elses comfort. "Eternal love doesn't need eternity, see?" I cant help but feel rattled at this. Everyone views love as something that will never fade, never lose it's sight of that one person. But eternal love is not there, the one you love will die, and there you are, to stand alone. "But I keep thinking  How easy it is To get lost in the sky With nothing holy To defend". I saw myself in this, I often stand outside my home, gazing into the sky as I think, it's a time where I can cast my phone aside and look into my life for a retrospective, I think of my actons, my lies to others, and all the possible scenarios of what could have happened had I not told that white lie. I think for hours at a time about all my lies. Standing here, beside myself.

Those of water may live freely (Reading)

I continue my reading of Memoirs of a Geisha the main character, Chiyo, she is currently called, has just been taken under the wing of another Geisha, Mameha, who belongs to another Okiya in the Gion district of Kyoto. Mameha is described to be one of the most beautiful women in all of Japan for the time, and the only thing that can even compare to her is another Geisha named Hatsumomo, who lives in the same Okiya as Chiyo. It is clear to Chiyo that the only reason Mameha has taken her as a "little sister" is to have revenge upon Hatsumomo, who viciously drove out Mameha's best friend many years ago. A recurring point throughout the story is that Chiyo's personality is "Full of water" in contrast to "Made of wood." While wooden personality is sturdy and focused, those of water find freedom to be most refreshing and can adapt to new challenges easily "Water will bend and curve around large objects, Chiyo. You can flow freely over what others cannot". Chiyo holds another unique aspect bound to those of water, her eyes. While most people in Japan commonly have brown or dark colored eyes Chiyo has light, blue gray eyes, and this is the feature most commonly pointed out to her by someone she has just met or when she is being inspected for qualities of a geisha.

I'll continue with the book despite its horrendously slow pace, I'm nearly half way through and Chiyo is still only a teenager, with no information of how she came to be in New York and her befriending of Jakob.

Peer Into Others

I've found a favorite genre, memoirs. Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, Memoirs of a Geisha, seem to captivate me. True, they are both about asian women but my fascination of stereotypes and love of historical Japan make them wonderful reads to me. Amy Chau, in Tiger Mother raises her children as a typical Chinese mother would, as her father raised her, and the inner and outer rebellion of herself and her family. Memoirs of a Geisha  is what I'm currently reading, and as her good friend "Jakob-san" as she refers to him Nitta Sayuri recalls her tales from growing up in the small fishing village of Yoriodo to Mr. Tanaka plucking her and her sister to becoem Geishas. While I'm not nearly close to being done with the book, it has already enthralled me in Sayuri's tales.

Exercise 2

(2)"brought delicately to his hand from under the bull's belly, climbed up the rails and pulled it taut."

-This is not the only quote used in the post, there are quite a few in fact.

(1)Proulx illustrates a rodeo landscape with an instilled distinctive and image-laden style that spews a western atmosphere.

-Best post: On The Heavier Effect of Things

New Reading Goals

- Read 14 chapters a week at least
.
- Finish a book every two weeks.

- Find a hidden jem of a series, NO Hunger Games, NO Harry Potter, NO Twilight, nothing of the sort.

- Read something that makes me think.

- Get something interesting and makes you learn.

Dat youtube edition, yo. (Sub #4)

Late posts for late people. Aw yeah.
Also known as the video game nerd edition.
Also known as the mainly youtube edition.

We start off, with the Cookie Monster sponsor.

http://youtu.be/Y5nw6YmJWWQ

We all love that blue sunnovagun, and the PR scheme that went into Elmo and Cookie Monster's game was flawless, especially when you pull industry genius Tim Schafer into the mix. The humor in this is really goofy, but based enough in truth to make it funny, because let's be honest, there are way to many zombie games out there. The way Cookie Monster is portrayed causes a sense of fear in Tim's character, a small time developer looking to make a hit in the gaming world in the easiest way, zombies. Zombies have been making a huge wave in the media lately, with cult movies like Sean of the Dead, video games such Dead Island, and even television series (I'm looking at you Walking Dead) The zombie genre may be played a bit to hard as of late but it seems like its starting to lose some steam, as Cookie Monster relays to Tim, who reacts quickly "Did I say Zombies? I meant..Uh..Monsters!"

http://youtu.be/4-fjiUefXFM

Minecraft's cult following gets a bit cinematic with this video, a lonely lumber jack finds a furry friend one day while out in the forest. Immediatley smitten with him he brings the young pup home for companionship. While a fairly long youtube video, running for about 10 minutes it can't help but convey the feeling of mans every long search for companionship and social interaction.

http://bomomo.com/

We love time killers, and this is one of the best out there. Screw around with bomomo for about 5 minutes and you'll feel as though you've created a masterpiece of art, despite the fact that it looks like a 5 year olds finger paints.

ETY 2

Vivir, Sonar, Leer has done one of the things I've wanted to do for  long while now, return to middle school and test if the teachers really do remember you. I digress, they detail and examination of each section of This American Life is a stupendous achievement, I've rarely seen a highschooler write this well, nor with this much intrigue. Top notch work to them indeed.

Wicked lovely's simple and brief hits on the sections of This American Life are perfect for a quick read if not much time is available but a general concept it required. Not to meaty of a read, but that is exactly what makes it unique and great.

Not bad of blogs either, both have worthy posts, despite how by the book they are with a lack of any real sense of personality.

On a completely unrelated note; I can't be thre only one who hates iTunes updates with a seething passion.

'Merican Daze

After my stint last week of being absent for two days out of the four day week I've fallen quite behind in some of my classes, no less etymology. The first day of a enw week and it's already a rough start, I lack the ability to speak at all for the first half an hour after I awaken, my headphones are no where to be found, and this iPhone needs a new update to its software, good thing I don't have iTunes on any of my computers at home.
      Anywho, last week we apparently began a series of posts about the This American Life podcast, and with me being completely incapacitated by fever, had no way of doing any of this. Now Monday has come and I find myself at a total loss of even where to begin on this, as such, this post will hopefully be noticed by Hill and maybe, just maybe, he'll take pity on me and void the other two posts about This American Life.

Classy, all up in this classroom (Links Week 2)

http://www.freesound.org/people/reinsamba/sounds/18766/

http://www.rainymood.com/

http://endlessvideo.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k

Couldn't make it to your yacht club's ball this fine evening? That's swell, as you don't need those socialites anyway. Simply sit down and open these links all at once, crack open a bottle of Heidsieck 1907 (Running about $275,000 a bottle, but no matter, that's simply walking around money), and relax as a true gentleman would.

(If not all tabs can be opened at the same time it loses all meaning)

Part Beta

Viewing others blogs and knocking 'em down a few pegs for a grade? Now this I can do, despite the fact my own blog is plagued with flaws.

-Here are my top 5 links for The Spartan Reader magazine.
After browsing my classmate's blogs, I have come up with 5 different links that I really enjoyed...

1)http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/picturing_the_century/postwar/postwar_img76.html -This one if from Book Blathering

2)http://lightbox.time.com/2011/12/07/time-picks-the-top-10-photos-of-the-year/#1- This is from, More Cowbell, Please ( Great series of photos def. one of my favorites)

3)The Next is on Don't Sweat my Swag. Any of the articles are interesting

4)The next one is an interesting onehttp://reasonstoliveproject.tumblr.com/ this is from WonderStruck

5) the Last link that was my personal favorite is from Lets get rich and give everybody  nice sweaters! http://www.itsnicethat.com/articles/nancy-fouts -


As much as I love the guy in real life, Stephen Colbert Jr. shows no real detail in any of his links, merely a small thought on the link and then oving onto the next.

Week 5 Top list.

http://foundmagazine.com/category/find-of-the-day/
   Neat to find things lying around the place, especially when it's a deeply intimate note.
http://theburninghouse.com/
    You have a few moments to scrable items together before you dash out of your house from a newly lit fire. Very interesting site indeed.
http://minecraft.net/
    The home of the lego for grown ups game called minecraft. Designed and produced by Mojang it was an indie hit a year ago when I started playing it as a time killer, to a behemoth of the internet community. Definetely a better time killer that minesweeper or solitaire.

Fading thoughts, upon setting off to the void.

On a journey, ill;
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields.
-Basho, November 28th, 1694

      While lurking on the internet one day I stumbled upon a website listing poems, not normal poems.Death poems.
Being the curious one that I am, I delved deeper into their history. In Japanese society, they have been written century upon century, during the Edo period, and even today, though not as often. The Japanese soldiers of old often memorized a poem, to have it roll from their lips as the last spoken words before falling before his enemy.
       Another common idea was to touch a brush to paper, and draw a simple circle, cast the brush aside, and give into the next worlds call. The circle, in zen Buddhism, represented the Void. The Void contained all knowledge, enlightenment, and all ever known within.
       I have no real idea what makes this poem hold me with such firm grip.

The Gem of the Atlantic

Look to the world for your own interpretation, to find its beauty, and art in your own eyes. Mr. Hill gave us what might be my favorite assignment of all time. We look into the world as we see, games, music, people, buildings, and give our own interpretation of feelings or impressions of what they are, or might mean. I took advantage of this to reminisce of this feeling of awe and terror me and a friend once shared back in 2007. An Old friend, Nathan, and I, were to spend a few days together, as my parents would be out of town and I was not quite old enough yet to stay alive on my own for 3 days. But for one night, we ourselves would be alone for a few hours as Nathan's Parents went out for dinner with some family friends. Having no other plans for the time, he and I went to the sun room, which by the time of day was approaching dusk. As I lounged on the couch Nathan reached onto a shelf and plucked an Xbox game down, our entertainment for the night. It was one only his older brother had played before; BioShock. We slid the game disc into the Xbox's loading tray, grabbed some soda and chips, and sat down for what we imagined would be a loud, slam-bang action game. We beheld a completely different experience.
The year is 1960           Bioshock Opened with a plane, a man named Jack, holding an unopened gift from his parents. "They told me, Son, you're special. You were born to do great things. Y'know what? They were right." We hear him monologue to himself as he flips open his wallet to examine a family photo. The screen fades to black as an explosion screams from the television. Our controller rumbles, giving us a feel of the panic that a plane crash would. We hear women scream out for their children's hands, men yelling out to their families, and the splash of the plane. We regain Jack's vision underwater as he thrashes to resurface. Grunting and choking out air as he climbs closer. The planes propeller whirs by, nearly clipping our protagonists right arm off. Jack's head rises from the water gasping for air, wiping the water from his eyes Jacks head darts around, plane pieces strewn about the waters as oil bleed from the steel carcass and lit ablaze by electrical veins torn from the torso. Jack looks to the right, there, standing silently in solitude, a lighthouse in the middle of the Atlantic. Me and Nathan guide the shaken man up its steps and through the large, bronze doors that silently close behind us. Lights flicker on and a slow violin begins to play from a old time record player. We stumble down flights of staircases and into a bathysphere. The large glass viewing pane of the sphere closes behind Jack looks out as it descends down into the blue abyss. "10 Fathoms" A sign displays as bubbles slightly obscure it. A statue of a man holding the world is prominently displayed above a sign reading "18 Fathoms". A projector screen unravels infront of our view port and the image of a man is displayed "From the desk of Andrew Ryan!" Is written beneath him as a recording plays.
 "I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
'No,' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.'
'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.'
'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.'
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... 

Rapture.

A city where the artist would not fear the censor,
where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality,
where the great would not be constrained by the small.
And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well."

With the conclusion of his speech the projector screen retracted and showed us the city of which Ryan spoke of. Rapture.

An underwater city cast upon our screen as Nathan and I both let out a breath of amazement, yes, it was a game. But the mere presentation and power of Ryan's speech made it seem as though we ourselves were viewing Rapture through the bathysphere's glass. A squid darted by as we floated through the city's buildings. Neon signs advertised and displayed the many prominent locations of the submerged dystopia. Gliding further through the isles of sky(?)scrappers our bathysphere nears the end of its journey. Entering a building with a bright neon letters spelling out "Rapture Metro"  and with that. Our screen goes black to load the next area.

     To this day no scene from a movie, chapter of a book, nor television show captured the magic that was the opening of BioShock, nor has anything else ever sparked my imagination with so much intent to learn more of the oceans, building infrastructure, and ocean life. Heck, this game probably inspired me to take Marine Bio last year. 

Rainbow Number

Some months ago my good friend Isaac lent me on of his father's books, a Tom Clancy novel by the name of Rainbow six. It's been an extraordinarally long read for me, considering I rarely read for pleasure outside of school, but all while I read it the back story of each character's military background enthralls me. Each rose to shine in his own right, start a family, but  still serve his nation, be it Germany, Isreal, United States, or Great Britain proudly. I turn each page with a new thought in my head, a new idea to dwell on a I often do. for hours on end. Been a long time since I've read a book and actually meditated on some of it's messages, you never know wht can happen with you and your ideas, wether you just disregard them as a common thought, or let them blossom into your entire plans for the future.

Robin Williams, looking the same

The opening of Peter Wier's 1989 film Dead Poets Society is almost solemn, filled to the brim with he apearance of strict rules, tradition of old, and young tears. The aged Welton Academy for boy reeks of the rich's perfumes and colognes, sending their children to only the best and brightest school money can afford while still holding on to them with an iron grasp. Undoubtedly founded by scottish immagrants of some wort the Academy proudly wears its heritage, scottish flags adorn the walls, a mural of women holding United States and Scottish flags above the common folk, as if leading them to a greater life. Younglings that are next of kin are fully expected to equal or surpass their elder siblings in studies, no matter how high the latter finished in grades. The only one who truelly seems light hearted among all the faculty, of course, is Robin William's character, who wields a great knowledge and understanding of peotry, and attempts to spread that apprecation for the art among his students. While one is immedialty enthralled in it, all the rest seem almost resiliant. Also, Robin Williams, get a new smile, I'm tired of seeing the same dumb grin in every one of your movies.

Korabaan

Yep, first MMO Raid with Jacob. Down the rabbit hole we go then.
Brief post because it's a slight shame.

Dat Mundane Post, yo.

Reading and all that jazz, mhm. That's the first post for the etymology class, good thing I have a prompt for this too, 'cause I would have no freaking idea what to type about if not for it. <3 Mr. Hill for that'n. Okay, so, way back in the day when things were cool, there was a little guy in third grade who started reading them things called books/tomes whatever you want to throw down for their label (although tomes tend to hold more knowledge than books, so let's roll with books since it was for leisure back then.) I'd go home with a few books I'd snagged off of a book case in the classroom or go to our own little home book case filled with kiddie books at home. Reading was a before bed time activity for me, considering they seemed to always make me drowsy, and still to this day they do. It'd help little ol' me crash and burn after a mildely hard day at school. Mainley read those magic tree house books, something along those lines for the series name. Anywho, they were quick reads no doubt, normally I'd be able to finish one then just sail off to little magic faerie dream land. If I wasn't in such a good mood that night though, I'd usually take home an eye-witness book. Get my knowledge on before bed, the books weren't the wordiest of things, packed with plenty of picture with snippets of info in by the picture it pertained to. The eye-witness stuff influenced me more than the other books though in a way, nowadays I prefer a book of facts or containing lots of information over a topic of some sort (Vietnam books seem to catch my eye the most, something about hippies, rock and roll, and ill fated war gets the brain going). Fantasy can take a back seat to taboo as well, the whole asain mother breaking her childrens souls in Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother, just seems more interesting, mostly because it involves the inner depths of the asain stereotype and how it reminds me of my friend Sean in some way (He's asian. Can't imagine why he isn't a neurosurgeon yet.)

Because I can, that's why

The lack of a tab bothers me, not gonna lie. ANYWHO, Etymology class, righto. The blog is up and running, definetely didn't think I'd ever be saying that, due to my intense hatred of every one else's Blog/opinion/thoughts/comments/anything I don't agree with. M'kay, expect random beffudlements of posts, ranging from the mundane class assignment stuff to the general black/nerd/odd/ humor of myself in extra curricular posts. Why? Because I can, so shut up and like it.