DAMN!
Almost... Just when I think I'm done with this term, I remembered I had some tests and an exam this term. But I didn't expect alot more than well... what I was expecting. My history paper was dead easy, 1000 words, short of trying to keep it at 1000 words maximum. My last lab report was due just yesterday, and like other lab reports I had no idea what I was doing. But I handed it in on time.
Tests? Chem Laboratory test is next week Friday. Poli sci test is Tuesday and a final Chemistry exam and I AM DONE. ... for this term.
So anyways, away from such brooding topics. I want to tell you about my day at school, because I can do that and it's really coooooooool.
Yesterday was Poli Sci day, which I generally loathe because... well let's start somewhere else. At least I'm not the only person. Only person what? Okay, my brain is still fried. Anyways, this week, I found out the people in my poli sci tutorial (note: I am the only yellow guy there - yes, I know it's Poli Sci) also equally find the professor just maybe a few sandwiches short of a picnic. It seems they're not the supersmart political science philosopher wannabes (maybe 2 of them are), which is extremely relieving because I felt like I was trapped in a room as the only complete idiot. Also, my poli sci lecture is extremely boring. I spend my time generally browsing the internet and copying down whatever comes up on the PowerPoint slides. But there are total Poli Sci nerds in this lecture. Naturally, they sit at the front. Luckily everyone in my tutorial pretty much agrees those idiots ask the most pathetic questions (Osama bin Laden while we're on the topic of constituions? I'm not that stupid but those are barely relevant) and waste maybe 20 minutes out of the 2 hour lecture and our prof always goes off on these crazy tangents, mumbles at times and worst of all, in a large lecture hall, he tries to use the blackboard at the front of the room. Noone understands him, and its unanimous in our tutorial that we're pretty much screwed for the midterm test. And I do not want my Poli sci essay back, or "2200 words of my arrogance and lack of political knowledge".
And here I was thinking Political Science for white people was what Math is for Chinese people. But it sort of still is in a sense. I mean, we get a 10-minute break in class, and people do discuss politics during this time.
Also, I'd like to mention, I posted (or will soon be, I'm writing both at once, but I'll be quick about it) in this post on my Xanga how to subscribe to RSS feeds (e.g. how to subscribe to my blog) if you haven't already did or tried to figure it out.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
The Power of Two
No math, I promise. But my mind has been messing with me again. I see two too many twos. (See what I did there? Maybe in the morning it will). So what about two? That could mean anything, so to let my mind wander and let it take control of my fingers which will commandeer the keyboard:
What I really was going to say is that I really like duets - oh hell, don't think I sing them, or watch any reality shows on the subject, just listening to them. Don't ask me who/what/where/when/why/how, make up your own inane explaination as to why I would like listening to duets, because if I had an explaination, it would drive you mad. And when I mean duets, I mean real duets, I don't mean some "run-of-the-mill dollar store rapper featuring some ho off da streets". Those aren't duets, that's probably just an excuse for extra groping during recording, and in any subsequent music videos.
Oh and when I meant me not singing, it means not out of the shower or in my head, and only the guy's lines. So if you ever drag me out along to a Karaoke (in Chinglishnese: Kah-Lah-Oh-KAY), and you want to make an idiot out of me, some unfortunate girl (or guy, but the former, okay?) will need to suffer as we pretend to sing mushy lines to each other. Don't wonder how I like it, just feel fortunate I said I like it.
I'm not good with conclusions. No music tastes were discussed were there?
Maybe next time I'll tell you why I think ABC sucks (the TV network).
Yes, how about that, nothing witty to end this post. I don't always hand that out for free.
- I wrote my second chem test yesterday, Tuesday, which I am sure is the second test I won't do so well on in this course, the second half of two halves of a chemistry course(yes, that's quite a stretch, so bear with my insanity).
- My second history paper is coming up, (due Monday, okay you got me), which means I need to read another book to write this up. 1000 word papers usually take me two hours to do if it's really late, and the night before.
- I noticed, I have two thumbs, two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet, two b... ok, human anatomy ends there. I think you get the point.
- It's now 2:00AM as I write this exact line.
- Ummmm.... 1+1 = 2, unless you believe in synergy, 1+1 = 3.
What I really was going to say is that I really like duets - oh hell, don't think I sing them, or watch any reality shows on the subject, just listening to them. Don't ask me who/what/where/when/why/how, make up your own inane explaination as to why I would like listening to duets, because if I had an explaination, it would drive you mad. And when I mean duets, I mean real duets, I don't mean some "run-of-the-mill dollar store rapper featuring some ho off da streets". Those aren't duets, that's probably just an excuse for extra groping during recording, and in any subsequent music videos.
Oh and when I meant me not singing, it means not out of the shower or in my head, and only the guy's lines. So if you ever drag me out along to a Karaoke (in Chinglishnese: Kah-Lah-Oh-KAY), and you want to make an idiot out of me, some unfortunate girl (or guy, but the former, okay?) will need to suffer as we pretend to sing mushy lines to each other. Don't wonder how I like it, just feel fortunate I said I like it.
I'm not good with conclusions. No music tastes were discussed were there?
Maybe next time I'll tell you why I think ABC sucks (the TV network).
Yes, how about that, nothing witty to end this post. I don't always hand that out for free.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
A Test of the Emergency Warning System
Duck and cover! Batten down the hatches! YES, RUN! In a vain attempt for power, or through another delusional dream, I have decided to fortify this location the the Internet. (It's not easy to see if it is of any strategic importance, but I sure hope so, for my sake). For those simply hit the "Next Blog" and coincidentally will find themselves here reading the first of hopefully many entries into this blog, I hope I don't scare you away. If I am, stop reading now, and hit that "Next Blog" button again at the top of your browser window; perhaps the next one you hit will be in Spanglish, or dedicated train engines, or a blog that stars three 16-year old party girls from Timbuktu. Who knows? The world is a big place, and if you cannot accommodate me in that world, I will not cry. Again, if you must, RUN. DON'T LOOK BACK.
For those who would associate themselves with me (read: my friends, but you don't have to use that for your sake), you had better find it in yourselves to be obligated to read whatever incoherent babbling I post. You don't have to comment, but at least take it to heart, or at least take an attempt to process it into coherency. I would do the same for you. I truly would.
So what is this? This is a blog, obviously. But beyond that, it's just as simple to explain; none of that mystical mumbo-jumbo, if that's what you were expecting. I run this blog - simple as that, and I shall post (hopefully on a regular basis) anything I find relevant to amuse yourself at my expense (those are usually fun, aren't they - ADMIT IT). And you, as the reader, read, or at least take an attempt to understand what I am trying to communicate. I would like to think and tell myself that I have some measure of wit, otherwise, this entire post and in effect, the entire blog is just a waste on my efforts and would be an extreme waste of my time to continue further. I'll make it clear I'm not neccessarily going to stop posting if I don't get comments. I'm not an emotionally broken 14-year old boy from Wisconsin whose mother dropped him on his head as an infant and whose father was afraid of pen protectors and Clint Eastwood movies. Perhaps if it has to be so, I will use this blog to document my descent into madness, provided I am still lucid at the end.
For those who would associate themselves with me (read: my friends, but you don't have to use that for your sake), you had better find it in yourselves to be obligated to read whatever incoherent babbling I post. You don't have to comment, but at least take it to heart, or at least take an attempt to process it into coherency. I would do the same for you. I truly would.
So what is this? This is a blog, obviously. But beyond that, it's just as simple to explain; none of that mystical mumbo-jumbo, if that's what you were expecting. I run this blog - simple as that, and I shall post (hopefully on a regular basis) anything I find relevant to amuse yourself at my expense (those are usually fun, aren't they - ADMIT IT). And you, as the reader, read, or at least take an attempt to understand what I am trying to communicate. I would like to think and tell myself that I have some measure of wit, otherwise, this entire post and in effect, the entire blog is just a waste on my efforts and would be an extreme waste of my time to continue further. I'll make it clear I'm not neccessarily going to stop posting if I don't get comments. I'm not an emotionally broken 14-year old boy from Wisconsin whose mother dropped him on his head as an infant and whose father was afraid of pen protectors and Clint Eastwood movies. Perhaps if it has to be so, I will use this blog to document my descent into madness, provided I am still lucid at the end.
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