I think video gamers get a bad rap most of the time. Just because some kid decides to do something dangerous/homicidal and claim that a video game told him to, that doesn't mean all gamers are like that. Most games are really beneficial/have deep stories. For example.....
The Final Fantasy series - excluding a few of them, the stories are great. They really develop the characters and provide excellent backstories, even if the game is mostly about killing enemies and saving the world. Also, the few deaths that occur throughout the games are completely believable and necessary to the story, serving only to develop the characters further.
Mass Effect/Mass Effect 2 - the ability to choose how your character looks and interacts with people throughout the entire game really provides a depth of believability and the feeling that you are truly controlling the game, not merely going through the motions of a story.
Call of Duty - provides historical references and accurately depicts most WWII battles. Yes, it does involve people shooting each other, but the history lessons (and quotes included in Modern Warfare and Modern Warfare 2) allow kids to learn history even when they're not thinking about it.
Although I will admit there are a few games that have no benefit to society. Such as.....
Leisure Suit Larry/Playboy Mansion - 'Nuff said.
Grand Theft Auto - Yes, it's open ended, but it glorifies killing people and sleeping with hookers.
Well, that's all for now. I'm off to finish Final Fantasy 13 and most likely play some Oblivion/Fallout 3.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I am terrible at dreaming
Have you ever had any weird dreams? Would you like to know what they mean?
So would I.
I've had some strange dreams over my years. However, they're only strange in hindsight - I never thought they were weird when I was dreaming. An example: I had a dream that I was a mannequin at Sears, but I was self-aware (I could see people walking around and one kid stuck gum on my leg. That was depressing). After all the customers left, I had a rave with the other mannequins in the store. Now, this one I actually know what it means: I talked to my friend Aria about it, and she says it means that I was at an emotional standstill. No word on what the gum meant though.
I've also attempted lucid dreaming a few times - you know, where you control your dream. I am not good at this. I once, after several tries, finally made myself aware that I was dreaming, and tried to summon in dancing tubas. They appeared….and began attacking me. I guess my control of my dreams only turns them into nightmares. Because believe me, there is nothing more traumatic for a 12-year old than to be chased by dancing tubas across a tie-dye landscape in a dream. I also forgot I was dreaming when the tubas began attacking me, so that ruined all my chances for lucid dreaming.
I talked to a few of my friends about this and I've come up with a theory: People who can lucid dream will become superheroes later in life. However, the way they learn how to do it will influence the type of superhero they become. If they were born with the ability to dream lucidly, they'll be a superhero like Superman or Human Torch - born/created with the ability, requiring no skill to use. If they taught themselves how to lucid dream, they will be like Batman, using gadgets and training to fight crime. Those of us who can't lucid dream are SOL for becoming superheroes.
I suggest an alliance of non-lucid dreamers (the NLD or something). We shall band together and defeat this new menace of lucid dreamers. We shall slip into their lucid dreams and mess around with them.
Man, this turned into an anarchism speech rather than something positive about dreams. But looking back, I'm not sure how I could have turned it positive after I mentioned the tubas attacking me.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Comedians!
I've been watching Mitch Hedberg lately, and while I'm not dying from laughter, my main thought is, "Hey, I could do that! I could make witty observations about the world!"
However, I think that's the main point of comedy - to make things relatable. If comedians only talked about things that we couldn't understand (and some of them make a joke out of that) then we wouldn't like comedians. Also, comedians like Mitch Hedberg take that even deeper and provide a sort of stream-of-consciousness about whatever he's thinking about, much like you or I do in our everyday lives.
There's also the reason it's hard for new comedians to crop up - almost everything that can be talked about in a comedic form has been talked about. Airplanes? Check. Relationships? Check. Self-image? Check. Race/sex/almost anything that people would normally find offensive to talk about? Check. This is why I feel like i can't become a comedian - if I started, there would always be that group of people saying, "Hey, you're exactly like <insert comedian>! And s/he's a lot funnier!"
Heck, even doing this blog I'm not unique. I know there are plenty of other bloggers out there who are probably more responsive with posting and more alert and whatnot, so I'm probably low on the chain. But still - I'm glad you people (if there are any of you) keep coming back to me.
I won't promise that I'll start updating regularly again, but I will promise that I'll start thinking more about my blog and thinking more about posts.
p.s. This turned from a deep philosophical thought about comedians into another promise about blog posts. I really need to stop that.
p.p.s. I wrote this post in my Critical Thinking class while we were talking about terrorism.
p.p.p.s. I can't add AdSense until I turn 18. So you all get off until then.
p.p.p.s. I can't add AdSense until I turn 18. So you all get off until then.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Poetical License
Yeah, I've been absent. So what? I'm taking poetic license with it and calling it a break.
I've been going to all my classes this week and feeling like a responsible adult...and I know the cycle is only going to bring me crashing down. See, once I start feeling like I've accomplished something one week, I start feeling like I can slack off the next week. Then I feel bad, and work super hard the next week, and the cycle repeats until I die/the semester ends.
I've also been writing poetry lately (hence the clever title, HAHA!). If people are interested, I'll post a few of them online. However, first I have to write more than one.....
My parents also sent me a superfly top hat from Cirque du Soleil. I need to figure out how to post pictures on blogs, and then I'll upload one. If anyone knows how, leave me a comment and teach me. Please.
I've been going to all my classes this week and feeling like a responsible adult...and I know the cycle is only going to bring me crashing down. See, once I start feeling like I've accomplished something one week, I start feeling like I can slack off the next week. Then I feel bad, and work super hard the next week, and the cycle repeats until I die/the semester ends.
I've also been writing poetry lately (hence the clever title, HAHA!). If people are interested, I'll post a few of them online. However, first I have to write more than one.....
My parents also sent me a superfly top hat from Cirque du Soleil. I need to figure out how to post pictures on blogs, and then I'll upload one. If anyone knows how, leave me a comment and teach me. Please.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
What a weekend....
So, I went out and partied Saturday night. What an interesting night. I probably remember the entire night, but on command I can't recall most of it. I vaguely recall dougie-ing.
Also, this weekend I spent most of the time writing a program for my CS139 class, which was supposed to be like a Mad Lib. It was quite difficult, but I think I got it figured out.
Ugh, I can't think of anything to write. Has anyone seen The Office? My roommate watches it all the time, so I decided to start watching it from the beginning. I like the characters on it a lot better than the ones on Glee - I feel like the characters are real people instead of silly high school stereotypes. Now don't get me wrong, I like Glee; it's just that I like The Office more. Maybe I should go see more Glee and then decide again. However; the one thing I dislike about Glee is the fact that they redid Don't Stop Believing. I liked that song when Journey did it, but I don't like the Glee version.
So anyway, lessons from this weekend:
- After parties, I dislike stairs; see quote on Facebook. If you're not friends with me, I said: "I wish I were Mary Poppins so I could slide up those stairs."
- I'm stoked for Germany this winter - I might get to see some people from my hall there.
- Chipotle is freaking amazing. But then again I already knew that.
Also, this weekend I spent most of the time writing a program for my CS139 class, which was supposed to be like a Mad Lib. It was quite difficult, but I think I got it figured out.
Ugh, I can't think of anything to write. Has anyone seen The Office? My roommate watches it all the time, so I decided to start watching it from the beginning. I like the characters on it a lot better than the ones on Glee - I feel like the characters are real people instead of silly high school stereotypes. Now don't get me wrong, I like Glee; it's just that I like The Office more. Maybe I should go see more Glee and then decide again. However; the one thing I dislike about Glee is the fact that they redid Don't Stop Believing. I liked that song when Journey did it, but I don't like the Glee version.
So anyway, lessons from this weekend:
- After parties, I dislike stairs; see quote on Facebook. If you're not friends with me, I said: "I wish I were Mary Poppins so I could slide up those stairs."
- I'm stoked for Germany this winter - I might get to see some people from my hall there.
- Chipotle is freaking amazing. But then again I already knew that.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
POSTING SCHEDULE
Okay, I think I'm finally developing a posting schedule. I think I'll be posting every Wednesday and Saturday...now I just need to make myself write one on Saturdays.
Anyway, so far in the Assassin game I've killed seven people, which is waaaaay more than anyone else. I feel so proud of myself.
I've also been reading The Oatmeal. It just makes me think and is interesting.
This post really had no meaning other than I wanted to tell you all my posting schedule.
BAH.
p.s. Aria and Chandra.....3 weekends!
p.p.s. I miss City At Peace.
Anyway, so far in the Assassin game I've killed seven people, which is waaaaay more than anyone else. I feel so proud of myself.
I've also been reading The Oatmeal. It just makes me think and is interesting.
This post really had no meaning other than I wanted to tell you all my posting schedule.
BAH.
p.s. Aria and Chandra.....3 weekends!
p.p.s. I miss City At Peace.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
FINALLY!
Bahahahaha. I have found my inspiration.
Allie Brosh just posted a new blog...post....(it feels redundant to say that) and it completely reminded me of my childhood. I was much like that too (or so my parents say) - hyper, out of control, and completely focused on one thing whenever I needed to be. I can only remember a few scattered incidents from my childhood, so I'll just tell you the one that defined most of it.
I used to live in Texas right up until I was about 6, when we moved to Virginia for my dad's new job (at the time I believed we were going on a secret government mission that I couldn't tell anyone about; so, of course, I told everyone). And like all moves, I left behind my best friend in the entire world: Alex Wolf. I can't remember much about him now, except that he had vividly bright red hair and we spent almost all our time together being uncontrollable kids.
Well, one time, when we were both 3, I was having a playdate at his house (I think he lived on a cul-de-sac) and I brought over my tricycle so we could ride around and make motorcycle noises and be cool. Now, I can't remember exactly how this next part happened, so I'm going to tell it like my parents and former babysitter told me it happened:
I was riding along the sidewalk when I either got distracted by someone calling my name or wanted to get out of the way of a car that was backing out of a driveway I was riding across. Either way, I decided that the best course of action to remedy the situation was to turn IMMEDIATELY down the driveway. Now, on a bicycle this would have worked - the wheels are directly in line, so turning is easier. On a tricycle, however.....speedy turns tend to flip them. And that's exactly what happened. I flipped my tricycle and bit pavement mouth-first, cracking my two front teeth and probably doing severe damage to my head. I can't remember whether there was a car or not, but it definitely didn't run me over, so I tend to not believe there was one.
Then the usual followed: crying parents, a quick trip to the emergency room, and voila I'm home. The only part I remember from all of that is lying on the emergency room table, looking up at the bright lights and seeing doctors in lab coats hovering over me. I think I was pretty heavily sedated at this point, so I didn't develop a phobia of doctors or lab coats; I thought they were the coolest things ever.
Once I got home, my parents sat me down and had an important talk with me: how I had two fake front teeth now and I shouldn't be irresponsible with them. Of course, this resulted in me pulling them out and examining them, and that became the cool thing I could do for the next five years. That kid can jump off the swing? The other kid can do a backflip? Well I CAN PULL MY TEETH OUT. AND PUT THEM BACK IN. BEAT THAT.
This probably is why I'm so unfocused later in life - there's probably some deep philosophical meaning to it, but I can't figure out what it is.
p.s. Sorry about the lack of posts! I've been doing college-related stuff like sleeping and going to class, so I haven't had much time to do a post.
p.p.s. Mom and Dad....don't correct me if I got anything wrong in this story. I like it the way it is.
p.p.p.s. Go to hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com and check out the story that gave me inspiration!
Allie Brosh just posted a new blog...post....(it feels redundant to say that) and it completely reminded me of my childhood. I was much like that too (or so my parents say) - hyper, out of control, and completely focused on one thing whenever I needed to be. I can only remember a few scattered incidents from my childhood, so I'll just tell you the one that defined most of it.
I used to live in Texas right up until I was about 6, when we moved to Virginia for my dad's new job (at the time I believed we were going on a secret government mission that I couldn't tell anyone about; so, of course, I told everyone). And like all moves, I left behind my best friend in the entire world: Alex Wolf. I can't remember much about him now, except that he had vividly bright red hair and we spent almost all our time together being uncontrollable kids.
Well, one time, when we were both 3, I was having a playdate at his house (I think he lived on a cul-de-sac) and I brought over my tricycle so we could ride around and make motorcycle noises and be cool. Now, I can't remember exactly how this next part happened, so I'm going to tell it like my parents and former babysitter told me it happened:
I was riding along the sidewalk when I either got distracted by someone calling my name or wanted to get out of the way of a car that was backing out of a driveway I was riding across. Either way, I decided that the best course of action to remedy the situation was to turn IMMEDIATELY down the driveway. Now, on a bicycle this would have worked - the wheels are directly in line, so turning is easier. On a tricycle, however.....speedy turns tend to flip them. And that's exactly what happened. I flipped my tricycle and bit pavement mouth-first, cracking my two front teeth and probably doing severe damage to my head. I can't remember whether there was a car or not, but it definitely didn't run me over, so I tend to not believe there was one.
Then the usual followed: crying parents, a quick trip to the emergency room, and voila I'm home. The only part I remember from all of that is lying on the emergency room table, looking up at the bright lights and seeing doctors in lab coats hovering over me. I think I was pretty heavily sedated at this point, so I didn't develop a phobia of doctors or lab coats; I thought they were the coolest things ever.
Once I got home, my parents sat me down and had an important talk with me: how I had two fake front teeth now and I shouldn't be irresponsible with them. Of course, this resulted in me pulling them out and examining them, and that became the cool thing I could do for the next five years. That kid can jump off the swing? The other kid can do a backflip? Well I CAN PULL MY TEETH OUT. AND PUT THEM BACK IN. BEAT THAT.
This probably is why I'm so unfocused later in life - there's probably some deep philosophical meaning to it, but I can't figure out what it is.
p.s. Sorry about the lack of posts! I've been doing college-related stuff like sleeping and going to class, so I haven't had much time to do a post.
p.p.s. Mom and Dad....don't correct me if I got anything wrong in this story. I like it the way it is.
p.p.p.s. Go to hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com and check out the story that gave me inspiration!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
And so the game begins......
A floorwide game of Assassin has just begun. It's on.
I'm already planning on how to run my days from now on to keep myself as safe as possible (using Dwight's safeties, wearing comfortable running shoes so I can get away easily, and other things I'm not going to write here so that if my assassin is reading this they don't get any hints). I don't know who my assassin is yet, but they're in for a rough time. Better be ready.
Also, the person(s) I'm assassinating better be on their game.
Agggghhhhh I want it to be tomorrow so I can start this game!
p.s. Sorry for not posting in three days....I was having a hard time finding inspiration/being motivated to write a blog. I guess that's a bad sign...but I'm feeling a lot more motivated now. I guess people just go through phases like that.
p.p.s. Some of the reasons I haven't posted are: Walmart, N64, money, and school. In that order.
I'm already planning on how to run my days from now on to keep myself as safe as possible (using Dwight's safeties, wearing comfortable running shoes so I can get away easily, and other things I'm not going to write here so that if my assassin is reading this they don't get any hints). I don't know who my assassin is yet, but they're in for a rough time. Better be ready.
Also, the person(s) I'm assassinating better be on their game.
Agggghhhhh I want it to be tomorrow so I can start this game!
p.s. Sorry for not posting in three days....I was having a hard time finding inspiration/being motivated to write a blog. I guess that's a bad sign...but I'm feeling a lot more motivated now. I guess people just go through phases like that.
p.p.s. Some of the reasons I haven't posted are: Walmart, N64, money, and school. In that order.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Crashing......crashing.....
OH. MY. GOODNESS.
I was awake until 6:30 am. With work at 10 am. (for those that don't know the story, I watched Nightmare on Elm Street and then did a mind-game on myself until then) It was terrible. I really need to learn how to deal with horror movies better. I got back from work at 4 and promptly went to sleep, and just woke up about five minutes ago. I'm going to make some cookies and take a shower and then go back to sleep.
I'm sort of an amateur cook - I enjoy making things, but I don't really have the skills or the recipe set yet to be great. Also, the kitchen downstairs is really sketchy - the fire alarm is really sensitive and the oven tends to burn/overcook things if I leave them in there for too long.
I also just finished reading the book Scepticism, Inc. It's about a man who decides to challenge those who believe in religion to "put their money where their metaphysics are" and bet money on whatever they believe in. It eventually turns into a bad thing, but I'll let you discover what happens for yourself. There's also a supermarket trolley that climbs Mt. Everest, but there's another whole backstory to that. I definitely recommend this book; being an atheist, it gave me a whole new perspective on faith and why people choose to believe in something that is impossible (or near impossible) to prove.
I was awake until 6:30 am. With work at 10 am. (for those that don't know the story, I watched Nightmare on Elm Street and then did a mind-game on myself until then) It was terrible. I really need to learn how to deal with horror movies better. I got back from work at 4 and promptly went to sleep, and just woke up about five minutes ago. I'm going to make some cookies and take a shower and then go back to sleep.
I'm sort of an amateur cook - I enjoy making things, but I don't really have the skills or the recipe set yet to be great. Also, the kitchen downstairs is really sketchy - the fire alarm is really sensitive and the oven tends to burn/overcook things if I leave them in there for too long.
I also just finished reading the book Scepticism, Inc. It's about a man who decides to challenge those who believe in religion to "put their money where their metaphysics are" and bet money on whatever they believe in. It eventually turns into a bad thing, but I'll let you discover what happens for yourself. There's also a supermarket trolley that climbs Mt. Everest, but there's another whole backstory to that. I definitely recommend this book; being an atheist, it gave me a whole new perspective on faith and why people choose to believe in something that is impossible (or near impossible) to prove.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
much too early
I woke up at 9 am this morning, which was a personal achievement for me since I usually only wake up around 1 pm on the weekends. Then I got kind of lost on the way to breakfast on The Commons, but I eventually found it.
Bah, I can't be funny while I'm watching Nightmare on Elm Street. I'm just waiting for something to jump out and scare the shit out of me. I'm terrible with horror movies - I do that thing where after a movie I start imagining everything being real and in my bedroom and right in front of my face and OH GOD IT'S COMING AFTER ME.
But I think I'll be fine - there are four other people in the room with me, and we're keeping up a pretty steady commentary throughout the movie, so I'm not getting that scared.
Anyway, nothing monumental happened today besides the fact that I spent the entire day with my parents, with a short break for homework. Sounds like a fun day, no?
UPDATE: I'm kind of freaked out right now and don't feel like going to sleep even though I have work at 10 am.....that movie just scared me a ton.
UPDATE #2: It's now 4:30 am, and I still haven't slept yet. Jeezum, I really need to work on this. It's also really freaking hot in my dorm, that might have something to do with it.
Bah, I can't be funny while I'm watching Nightmare on Elm Street. I'm just waiting for something to jump out and scare the shit out of me. I'm terrible with horror movies - I do that thing where after a movie I start imagining everything being real and in my bedroom and right in front of my face and OH GOD IT'S COMING AFTER ME.
But I think I'll be fine - there are four other people in the room with me, and we're keeping up a pretty steady commentary throughout the movie, so I'm not getting that scared.
Anyway, nothing monumental happened today besides the fact that I spent the entire day with my parents, with a short break for homework. Sounds like a fun day, no?
UPDATE: I'm kind of freaked out right now and don't feel like going to sleep even though I have work at 10 am.....that movie just scared me a ton.
UPDATE #2: It's now 4:30 am, and I still haven't slept yet. Jeezum, I really need to work on this. It's also really freaking hot in my dorm, that might have something to do with it.
Friday, October 1, 2010
The weekend is here!
So, this weekend my family visits me at JMU. I'm kind of excited, because I'm going to see a comedy show tonight, but I'm also reaaaaaally tired today because I was partying last night until around 2:30 am. The frisbee house is great - people are really chill. AND - I still woke up in time for my 10 am class. Very proud of that.
Ugh, I can't think of anything to write about right now. Maybe I'll just leave this post for now and update later today as things happen.
UPDATE #1: Yes, I changed the title. I felt like it. I can't really explain why, I just didn't like the old title.
UPDATE #2: My parents arrive in a few minutes and I still don't know where I want to go for dinner.
Ugh, I can't think of anything to write about right now. Maybe I'll just leave this post for now and update later today as things happen.
UPDATE #1: Yes, I changed the title. I felt like it. I can't really explain why, I just didn't like the old title.
UPDATE #2: My parents arrive in a few minutes and I still don't know where I want to go for dinner.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
addictive internets/I HAVE NOTHING TO DO
Okay you guys, I'm seriously disappointed in the poll I've been running. AdSense is that thing that Google runs that matches ads up to various words on the page...or whatever. I think. Basically it puts ads on the page, and every time you click one it gives me money.
Now on to other things.
Dear Internet, you really need to stop being so addictive. I don't want to keep going on Wikipedia/StumbleUpon (is that how you spell it? I don't really know)/any other website that will keep throwing up random things for me to click on. I DON'T NEED TO KNOW THIS MUCH. Or this little, because really, where am I going to use all the stuff I learn from Wikipedia? Or how am I going to remember it?
On a related note, my teachers need to give me more to do. I've had one paper, one quiz, and two Programming Assignments so far...and that's it. Oh, and one thing for Health and Wellness, but that doesn't really count because it took all of two minutes. I need like a harder class or more assignments in the class or something, basically all I do now is play Donkey Kong 64, go to ultimate frisbee practice, blog, go to UREC, and hang out with people on the hall. The internet surfing happens later at night when everyone's asleep and I have nothing to do. That's a basic day for me. I swear I'm going crazy just sitting here wondering whether I should do laundry now or go eat dinner. I think I'll go eat dinner.
At least I'll have stuff to do this weekend; there are always parties to go to on Thursdays and Fridays, and this weekend is family weekend at JMU so my parents are coming to visit (and buy me snacks! because I'm a poor college student!). I would go out and party on Saturday, but I learned my lesson two weeks ago. See, I work the morning shift (10 am-3pm), so I have to wake up abominably early (vocab usage, yes!), which means I probably shouldn't go out and party the night before.
So, off to dinner and then perhaps some Mario Kart..or maybe my teacher has posted the second part of the Programming Assignment and I'll knock that off in 15 minutes and then play Mario Kart!
p.s. Leave a comment!
p.p.s. AdSense guys...you know what it is now. I put that answer on there as a joke. Granted, it's kind of funny that all the votes are there....but NOW YOU KNOW. YOU HAVE BEEN EDUCATED.
p.p.p.s. I wish the blogs I followed would update....my friend Jake hasn't done a second post yet and Allie Brosh (hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com) hasn't written one for two weeks.....I MISS THE FUNNY.
Now on to other things.
Dear Internet, you really need to stop being so addictive. I don't want to keep going on Wikipedia/StumbleUpon (is that how you spell it? I don't really know)/any other website that will keep throwing up random things for me to click on. I DON'T NEED TO KNOW THIS MUCH. Or this little, because really, where am I going to use all the stuff I learn from Wikipedia? Or how am I going to remember it?
On a related note, my teachers need to give me more to do. I've had one paper, one quiz, and two Programming Assignments so far...and that's it. Oh, and one thing for Health and Wellness, but that doesn't really count because it took all of two minutes. I need like a harder class or more assignments in the class or something, basically all I do now is play Donkey Kong 64, go to ultimate frisbee practice, blog, go to UREC, and hang out with people on the hall. The internet surfing happens later at night when everyone's asleep and I have nothing to do. That's a basic day for me. I swear I'm going crazy just sitting here wondering whether I should do laundry now or go eat dinner. I think I'll go eat dinner.
At least I'll have stuff to do this weekend; there are always parties to go to on Thursdays and Fridays, and this weekend is family weekend at JMU so my parents are coming to visit (and buy me snacks! because I'm a poor college student!). I would go out and party on Saturday, but I learned my lesson two weeks ago. See, I work the morning shift (10 am-3pm), so I have to wake up abominably early (vocab usage, yes!), which means I probably shouldn't go out and party the night before.
So, off to dinner and then perhaps some Mario Kart..or maybe my teacher has posted the second part of the Programming Assignment and I'll knock that off in 15 minutes and then play Mario Kart!
p.s. Leave a comment!
p.p.s. AdSense guys...you know what it is now. I put that answer on there as a joke. Granted, it's kind of funny that all the votes are there....but NOW YOU KNOW. YOU HAVE BEEN EDUCATED.
p.p.p.s. I wish the blogs I followed would update....my friend Jake hasn't done a second post yet and Allie Brosh (hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com) hasn't written one for two weeks.....I MISS THE FUNNY.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
THE WALMART OF DOOM
So again, I forgot to post yesterday. But I have a perfectly good reason (and no, it's not that I couldn't get internet). I went to Walmart.
Now, some of you may be thinking, "Who cares? It's just Walmart. It's not that big a deal."
Well, that is where you are WRONG!
See, the Walmart near JMU is a mega-ultra-supersize Walmart...none of these pansy little Walmarts found all over the country. If you were to ask me what it has, a better question would be what DOESN'T it have. I've seen things from bikes to car parts to guns to an entire grocery store to an entire section of beauty products to a games/electronics section to full-size furniture....so yeah, it's more of what it doesn't have would be the question. Probably slave labor. But I bet if I asked one of the employees, they'd look sketchily around and then take me to the back where they have people chained to the wall. Probably not, but....you never know.
So yeah, I was going to write a post on my short break (my classes ended yesterday at 12, ultimate frisbee practice started at 4) but then I decided to go to Walmart and get a haircut. Oh yeah, they have a full-size salon too. And apparently they didn't do too bad of a job - I've gotten positive feedback so far about it, so I think I'll be keeping my hair short from now on. Then I was going to post after I finished work at 10, but then my RA wanted to go to Walmart again so I went and bought cooking stuff.
So the end result of yesterday was that I have a new haircut, fajita stuff, eggs and bacon, and no blog post. I'm sorry. Blame it on Walmart.
UPDATE: I cooked the bacon...it was delicious. I'm kind of worried about the kitchen though - it's not very well ventilated, so if something gets close to burning it might set the fire alarm off. Also, I like not having long hair...but my head is much colder now.
Now, some of you may be thinking, "Who cares? It's just Walmart. It's not that big a deal."
Well, that is where you are WRONG!
See, the Walmart near JMU is a mega-ultra-supersize Walmart...none of these pansy little Walmarts found all over the country. If you were to ask me what it has, a better question would be what DOESN'T it have. I've seen things from bikes to car parts to guns to an entire grocery store to an entire section of beauty products to a games/electronics section to full-size furniture....so yeah, it's more of what it doesn't have would be the question. Probably slave labor. But I bet if I asked one of the employees, they'd look sketchily around and then take me to the back where they have people chained to the wall. Probably not, but....you never know.
So yeah, I was going to write a post on my short break (my classes ended yesterday at 12, ultimate frisbee practice started at 4) but then I decided to go to Walmart and get a haircut. Oh yeah, they have a full-size salon too. And apparently they didn't do too bad of a job - I've gotten positive feedback so far about it, so I think I'll be keeping my hair short from now on. Then I was going to post after I finished work at 10, but then my RA wanted to go to Walmart again so I went and bought cooking stuff.
So the end result of yesterday was that I have a new haircut, fajita stuff, eggs and bacon, and no blog post. I'm sorry. Blame it on Walmart.
UPDATE: I cooked the bacon...it was delicious. I'm kind of worried about the kitchen though - it's not very well ventilated, so if something gets close to burning it might set the fire alarm off. Also, I like not having long hair...but my head is much colder now.
Monday, September 27, 2010
THE BLOG LIVES ON!
I've done it! Posting for the fifth time is something that most bloggers don't do...they merely start one and then after three or four posts give it up. BUT I WILL PERSEVERE! (yes, that required uppercase. imagine Mel Gibson in Braveheart yelling those words and you'll get a sense of what inner me is feeling right now.)
On to other things!
So I wrote and turned in my first college paper today, which I'm very proud of. Admittedly, I probably shouldn't be too proud of the topic that I wrote it on: an Ethical Reasoning paper on why it's unethical to feed starving people. It was difficult at first to find points to write on, but I finally figured some out and then emailed it off and just like that it was done.
See, the reason I'm so proud of this is that I absolutely suck at writing papers. I took AP Language/Composition in 11th grade, and hated all the papers I had to write because the topics were so confusing and whenever I'd think of something that seemed like a good point for my paper, I'd start writing and then realize I had just written in a counterargument to my point. The teacher also dressed like she was 16 (she was around 30) which gave the class a whole 'nother sketchy edge that I didn't really like. I also took AP English in 10th grade and absolutely hated my teacher. I once wrote a paper for him and he gave it a 5/9 (in AP scoring, that's about an 80) because he didn't like the topic it was written on. Just the topic. Nothing else.
Maybe I just hate English because of the teachers I had. But then that's just blaming it on other people. But I don't really care. It was my teachers.
In other school-related news, I'm now majoring in Computer Science as well as Theater. I'm not taking any theater classes this semester, but I am taking a computer science class that is strikingly easy for me (I took the AP exam in 11th grade and got a 5, which should have placed me out). I'm actually trying to figure out the assignments for the next two weeks so I can get them done, but she hasn't posted them yet. Ah well. I guess I'll just go to sleep. No point in staying awake.
p.s. Leave a comment!
p.p.s. Procrastination is bad!.....sometimes.
p.p.p.s. THREE POSTSCRIPTS?!
(by the way I won't keep adding more postscripts as posts go on, I'm just really excited right now)
On to other things!
So I wrote and turned in my first college paper today, which I'm very proud of. Admittedly, I probably shouldn't be too proud of the topic that I wrote it on: an Ethical Reasoning paper on why it's unethical to feed starving people. It was difficult at first to find points to write on, but I finally figured some out and then emailed it off and just like that it was done.
See, the reason I'm so proud of this is that I absolutely suck at writing papers. I took AP Language/Composition in 11th grade, and hated all the papers I had to write because the topics were so confusing and whenever I'd think of something that seemed like a good point for my paper, I'd start writing and then realize I had just written in a counterargument to my point. The teacher also dressed like she was 16 (she was around 30) which gave the class a whole 'nother sketchy edge that I didn't really like. I also took AP English in 10th grade and absolutely hated my teacher. I once wrote a paper for him and he gave it a 5/9 (in AP scoring, that's about an 80) because he didn't like the topic it was written on. Just the topic. Nothing else.
Maybe I just hate English because of the teachers I had. But then that's just blaming it on other people. But I don't really care. It was my teachers.
In other school-related news, I'm now majoring in Computer Science as well as Theater. I'm not taking any theater classes this semester, but I am taking a computer science class that is strikingly easy for me (I took the AP exam in 11th grade and got a 5, which should have placed me out). I'm actually trying to figure out the assignments for the next two weeks so I can get them done, but she hasn't posted them yet. Ah well. I guess I'll just go to sleep. No point in staying awake.
p.s. Leave a comment!
p.p.s. Procrastination is bad!.....sometimes.
p.p.p.s. THREE POSTSCRIPTS?!
(by the way I won't keep adding more postscripts as posts go on, I'm just really excited right now)
Sunday, September 26, 2010
ER visit/other minor things
So, last night I had my first college visit to the ER!
Don't be alarmed people, I didn't get sick/alcoholically poisoned/spiked drink/whatever, I went there to help out a friend of Amy's who had done something (still not sure what) and ended up in the ER.
Y'all.....the ER is scary. It's a scary place. There are people just sitting around in the waiting room and I wasn't quite sure whether they were injured or waiting for someone, so either way I didn't want to stare at them because if they were injured, they'd be all, "Why is that kid staring at me? OMG he must know that I got wounded/drank too much/hurt myself in some significant way!" And if they weren't injured, they'd be wondering why a kid was staring at them in the ER. (By the way, I have a slight tendency to overthink things. Just in case anyone was wondering.) Also, back where we couldn't see was all of the emergency rooms, and I nearly went crazy just thinking about what some of the people had done to get in there. Every few minutes someone would come on the intercom and say something like, "Nurse assistance needed in room 52" or something and I would think, "Oh god! Someone's dying! I've never been in a room/near a dead person before!"
I wound up just sitting in a chair contemplating for a few minutes until we all left at 11:30 because the friend was fine but needed to stay for a few hours. Someone stayed with her, and the rest of us went back home.
And the friend's fine, she's at home now, she was released at like 1:30 am so everything's still good.
My visit to UVA has been stellar! Catching up with old friends, making a few new ones, renewing all the inside jokes I had with the old friends....life is pretty good right about now. Except for the fact that I have to write a 2-page paper on Ethical Reasoning, but that's alright. I can write ethical arguments like a pro.
Few minor things - AdSense is a thing that Google sponsors that puts relevant ads to my blog up on the sidebar, and every time you click one it earns me a little cash! But it's also ads invading your private space. HOWEVER - I will not EVER write a paid review of anything. I'll write reviews of stuff if I feel like it, but nobody will ever pay me to do it. Unless it's a bet. In which case I'll say so beforehand.
- College is going well so far, this paper coming up is the first major thing I've had to do. First semester hasn't been too hard for me, but I feel like second semester is going to kick me in the ass just to make up for how easy first semester is. Bah.
- The post times are 3 hours behind, so if I reference a time in one of my posts and you check the post time and are all, "WTF?" just know that.
- Uh....comment if there's anything you want me to write about! If not, I'll just continue on my merry way making random posts about things that happen to me. I might post a few stories from when I was younger.
p.s. My first postscript!
p.p.s. That postscript had no reason for being there other than I wanted to make one.
Don't be alarmed people, I didn't get sick/alcoholically poisoned/spiked drink/whatever, I went there to help out a friend of Amy's who had done something (still not sure what) and ended up in the ER.
Y'all.....the ER is scary. It's a scary place. There are people just sitting around in the waiting room and I wasn't quite sure whether they were injured or waiting for someone, so either way I didn't want to stare at them because if they were injured, they'd be all, "Why is that kid staring at me? OMG he must know that I got wounded/drank too much/hurt myself in some significant way!" And if they weren't injured, they'd be wondering why a kid was staring at them in the ER. (By the way, I have a slight tendency to overthink things. Just in case anyone was wondering.) Also, back where we couldn't see was all of the emergency rooms, and I nearly went crazy just thinking about what some of the people had done to get in there. Every few minutes someone would come on the intercom and say something like, "Nurse assistance needed in room 52" or something and I would think, "Oh god! Someone's dying! I've never been in a room/near a dead person before!"
I wound up just sitting in a chair contemplating for a few minutes until we all left at 11:30 because the friend was fine but needed to stay for a few hours. Someone stayed with her, and the rest of us went back home.
And the friend's fine, she's at home now, she was released at like 1:30 am so everything's still good.
My visit to UVA has been stellar! Catching up with old friends, making a few new ones, renewing all the inside jokes I had with the old friends....life is pretty good right about now. Except for the fact that I have to write a 2-page paper on Ethical Reasoning, but that's alright. I can write ethical arguments like a pro.
Few minor things - AdSense is a thing that Google sponsors that puts relevant ads to my blog up on the sidebar, and every time you click one it earns me a little cash! But it's also ads invading your private space. HOWEVER - I will not EVER write a paid review of anything. I'll write reviews of stuff if I feel like it, but nobody will ever pay me to do it. Unless it's a bet. In which case I'll say so beforehand.
- College is going well so far, this paper coming up is the first major thing I've had to do. First semester hasn't been too hard for me, but I feel like second semester is going to kick me in the ass just to make up for how easy first semester is. Bah.
- The post times are 3 hours behind, so if I reference a time in one of my posts and you check the post time and are all, "WTF?" just know that.
- Uh....comment if there's anything you want me to write about! If not, I'll just continue on my merry way making random posts about things that happen to me. I might post a few stories from when I was younger.
p.s. My first postscript!
p.p.s. That postscript had no reason for being there other than I wanted to make one.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
And now for something completely different.
So....I apologize for not posting yesterday, but I had a confusing chain of events that led to me not posting anything:
9:55 am: Wake up, realize I have class in 15 minutes.
10:00 am: Brush teeth, run out the door for class.
10:07 am: Run into class, realize I look like a fool, calmly walk to my seat.
11:00 am: Think about buying lunch, realize I'm not too hungry, go back to the dorm.
11:15 am: Work on 2-page paper for Ethical Reasoning.
1:30 pm: Realize I want a crepe, go to Festival dining hall, get a crepe, eat with much pleasure.
2:00 pm: Take out the overflowing trash cans in my room, trip down the stairs, spend a few minutes putting all the trash back into the cans.
2:15 pm: Leave for the bus station so I can see my friend Amy at UVA.
3:00 pm: Bus leaves JMU, I'm still struggling with a pair of headphones that I bought. They were in that type of plastic casing that never comes apart no matter how hard you pull, so I bruised/gashed a few fingers.
4:00 pm: Arrive at UVA 30 minutes earlier than I was supposed to; luckily John (Amy's boyfriend) is there, so we go back to their dorm.
4:30 pm: Meet Amy, much rejoicing, realize I can't get internet because I need a UVA logon, realize nobody can give me their UVA logon because it's specific to their computer, decide that I can wait on posting.
Rest of night: Play foosball, play Apples to Apples, pass out in Amy's roommate's bed at 3 am.
So yeah....this is why I didn't have a post yesterday. But this long one today makes up for it! It's like buy 1 get 1 free!...or something. I can't really do analogies.
In related news, I'm at UVA this weekend hanging out with friends! I showed them the blog hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com (which by the way inspired me to start this blog) and John loved it.
And so that's that! I will definitely keep up with my posting now that I know I can get internet. The internet at UVA is wireless...so JMU needs to learn from this. Just saying. The ethernet cables get really annoying.
9:55 am: Wake up, realize I have class in 15 minutes.
10:00 am: Brush teeth, run out the door for class.
10:07 am: Run into class, realize I look like a fool, calmly walk to my seat.
11:00 am: Think about buying lunch, realize I'm not too hungry, go back to the dorm.
11:15 am: Work on 2-page paper for Ethical Reasoning.
1:30 pm: Realize I want a crepe, go to Festival dining hall, get a crepe, eat with much pleasure.
2:00 pm: Take out the overflowing trash cans in my room, trip down the stairs, spend a few minutes putting all the trash back into the cans.
2:15 pm: Leave for the bus station so I can see my friend Amy at UVA.
3:00 pm: Bus leaves JMU, I'm still struggling with a pair of headphones that I bought. They were in that type of plastic casing that never comes apart no matter how hard you pull, so I bruised/gashed a few fingers.
4:00 pm: Arrive at UVA 30 minutes earlier than I was supposed to; luckily John (Amy's boyfriend) is there, so we go back to their dorm.
4:30 pm: Meet Amy, much rejoicing, realize I can't get internet because I need a UVA logon, realize nobody can give me their UVA logon because it's specific to their computer, decide that I can wait on posting.
Rest of night: Play foosball, play Apples to Apples, pass out in Amy's roommate's bed at 3 am.
So yeah....this is why I didn't have a post yesterday. But this long one today makes up for it! It's like buy 1 get 1 free!...or something. I can't really do analogies.
In related news, I'm at UVA this weekend hanging out with friends! I showed them the blog hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com (which by the way inspired me to start this blog) and John loved it.
And so that's that! I will definitely keep up with my posting now that I know I can get internet. The internet at UVA is wireless...so JMU needs to learn from this. Just saying. The ethernet cables get really annoying.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
It's technically Thursday....right?
Figured I'd stick to one post a day. But hey, it's Thursday, right? 40 minutes in, but what the heck.
I was falling asleep and felt the need to blog about something. I kinda feel like I'm unappreciated at times - like everyone is glad to see others that they haven't seen in a while but nobody's ever glad to see me because I'm always around. Unless, y'know, someone needs me for something. Or I'm doing something for them. Like baking. I like baking. (oh god, the grammar police are going to be all over this) But yeah, I just wish sometimes that I'd get those excited responses when people see me. But I guess I should have expected this when I went out and met like everybody in the freaking building within a week of moving in. Ah well. That was kind of fun though, meeting everyone.
So, bah. Sadness/seriousness over.
Ultimate frisbee today killed the back of my right leg. The muscles keep twitching like my leg is going to have a seizure or something...which is kinda scary, and keeps me awake as I'm trying to sleep. So, leg, if you could stop doing that, that would be great. Also, this nickname thing - not working out for me. See, everyone on ultimate gets a nickname, and mine is currently "E-Hall". IT'S WHERE I FREAKING WORK PEOPLE, NOT THAT AMAZING. It's the only way the frisbee guys remembered/knew me, so that became my nickname. Needs to stop being my nickname.
I also think I need to switch to a different dining plan. I'm getting 14 punches a week (a punch is like a meal + a drink for all you non-JMU'ers) and so far I've only used 4 this week. Normally the schedule is 2 a day...which means I've only eaten 2 DAYS WORTH OF FOOD OH GOD. I need to eat more. But my desk is covered in snacks...and if I convince myself I need to eat more, next time I visit Walmart I'll buy more snacks...and not eat them.....I need to just stop spending time in my dorm room. That's it.
I am quite aware that this post rambles, that tends to happen to me as I'm going to sleep/sleeping/it's late at night and my brain just wants to stream-of-consciousness rather than form coherent thoughts.
I can't think of anything else to say, and I'm tired now, so goodnight!
I was falling asleep and felt the need to blog about something. I kinda feel like I'm unappreciated at times - like everyone is glad to see others that they haven't seen in a while but nobody's ever glad to see me because I'm always around. Unless, y'know, someone needs me for something. Or I'm doing something for them. Like baking. I like baking. (oh god, the grammar police are going to be all over this) But yeah, I just wish sometimes that I'd get those excited responses when people see me. But I guess I should have expected this when I went out and met like everybody in the freaking building within a week of moving in. Ah well. That was kind of fun though, meeting everyone.
So, bah. Sadness/seriousness over.
Ultimate frisbee today killed the back of my right leg. The muscles keep twitching like my leg is going to have a seizure or something...which is kinda scary, and keeps me awake as I'm trying to sleep. So, leg, if you could stop doing that, that would be great. Also, this nickname thing - not working out for me. See, everyone on ultimate gets a nickname, and mine is currently "E-Hall". IT'S WHERE I FREAKING WORK PEOPLE, NOT THAT AMAZING. It's the only way the frisbee guys remembered/knew me, so that became my nickname. Needs to stop being my nickname.
I also think I need to switch to a different dining plan. I'm getting 14 punches a week (a punch is like a meal + a drink for all you non-JMU'ers) and so far I've only used 4 this week. Normally the schedule is 2 a day...which means I've only eaten 2 DAYS WORTH OF FOOD OH GOD. I need to eat more. But my desk is covered in snacks...and if I convince myself I need to eat more, next time I visit Walmart I'll buy more snacks...and not eat them.....I need to just stop spending time in my dorm room. That's it.
I am quite aware that this post rambles, that tends to happen to me as I'm going to sleep/sleeping/it's late at night and my brain just wants to stream-of-consciousness rather than form coherent thoughts.
I can't think of anything else to say, and I'm tired now, so goodnight!
My first post!
So guess what....I spent an entire day thinking of titles for my blog! Then I found out that the website didn't have to be the same as the title. Oh well.
I also couldn't really think of anything witty to market myself as. Maybe I'll figure that out later. However, I did have an idea for my first blog post. But I'm watching Family Guy while I do this, so I randomly type words that I hear on the show. So if something doesn't make sense that I type.....I apologize.
So anyway...
Walking. I hate walking.
Does this ever happen to you? I'm walking along, and notice that I'm walking funny, or I think it looks weird, or I think it looks unattractive to people behind me, and so I start walking really stiff. Then I notice that I'm walking stiff, so I start loosening up. Then I'm just stuck in a cycle of walking stiff and walking loose until I finally start powerwalking and stop caring about how I look. Or I reach where I'm going.
I also wonder sometimes what it would be like if I narrated my own life. Like Twitter. What would that be like? "I'm at the grocery store. Now I'm picking up fruit!" "It's 2 am. I think I'll go to Walmart." "I am not drunk. It's just really late, so I'm tired."
I wonder who'll read this. Maybe nobody. Maybe a lot of people! That would be exciting. Except I think I need to spice up the posts a bit. I don't have anything exciting about myself (I don't have ADHD, I don't draw funny pictures - at least not yet, I can sort of write poetry but not really). I guess I'll just shoot for funny. Leave a comment!
I also couldn't really think of anything witty to market myself as. Maybe I'll figure that out later. However, I did have an idea for my first blog post. But I'm watching Family Guy while I do this, so I randomly type words that I hear on the show. So if something doesn't make sense that I type.....I apologize.
So anyway...
Walking. I hate walking.
Does this ever happen to you? I'm walking along, and notice that I'm walking funny, or I think it looks weird, or I think it looks unattractive to people behind me, and so I start walking really stiff. Then I notice that I'm walking stiff, so I start loosening up. Then I'm just stuck in a cycle of walking stiff and walking loose until I finally start powerwalking and stop caring about how I look. Or I reach where I'm going.
I also wonder sometimes what it would be like if I narrated my own life. Like Twitter. What would that be like? "I'm at the grocery store. Now I'm picking up fruit!" "It's 2 am. I think I'll go to Walmart." "I am not drunk. It's just really late, so I'm tired."
I wonder who'll read this. Maybe nobody. Maybe a lot of people! That would be exciting. Except I think I need to spice up the posts a bit. I don't have anything exciting about myself (I don't have ADHD, I don't draw funny pictures - at least not yet, I can sort of write poetry but not really). I guess I'll just shoot for funny. Leave a comment!
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