Those idle hands...

... they are the devil's tools!

Well, I wouldn't try to make a movie out of this short-lived experience of mine (as such), and heck, I wouldn't even consider it even a partial or successful possession. And no, I am not trying to find anything funny about Happy Time, because this is not about it (If you've watched the Transformers movie it might sound familiar).

Ah yes, I forget, I may be talking to myself, but my senile, hysterical future self would kill me (if he had the time machine, the strength and something to rule out the paradox) for not writing down exactly what happened. Alright. Simply put, browsing the Internet late at night seems to qualify. At least for an automated probe by the possession forces of Lucifer/Satan/Lex Luthor (this list goes on and on). My finger twitched! As in, it had a mind of it's own! It took every ounce of willpower to beat it back to the hellish depths from whence it came. Give or take. I may have rolled a 20, which meant smooth sailing for me. I expect to have my room completely exorcised by the end of the week.

Lastly, I have discovered a smell that rivals Old Spice. Yes, Old Spice, I may or may not use it, and it is a familiar scent to those who do and know those who do. But take a towel that has been kept in a drawer for a lengthy amount of time (for the lack of a better term). An IKEA one, I might add. Bathe, then apply said towel in drying procedure. Apparently this scent (of a drawer) will overtake the mighty Old Spice. Or maybe not, I can never tell the two apart sometimes. But it's good if you want to pass off as being Swedish. Or an IKEA employee. Dye your hair bleach blonde, and you may pass as a Swedish IKEA employee.

I'm also more than meets the eye

So what about that Transformers movie? I thought it was pretty good, except, as some other people might've said, the robot forms were a little too busy and had too much on them. Whoever designed them did a helluva good job, just in the action sequences it gets kinda messy for the eyes (which haven't gone bad), although I would've just as much liked a throwback to the 80's designs, all blocky. I'm not exactly a hardcore Transformers fan, so I took most of the movie as it was instead of trying to compare it straight to the cartoons of yesteryear.

It was pretty entertaining, even though anyone who's watched a Steven Spielberg or Michael Bay film could probably tell it was pretty obvious who was in charge of which parts of the movie. And I'd be considered a neophyte in the field of moves. Well, at least, the moral of the story (and also the teen storyline) is that the only way you'll get the girl you've been pining for 10 years but hasn't acknowledged your existance is to get her caught up in saving the world with you. Now if I could only end up having to save the world...

I still hate the summer months, the air is hot and heavy, and as much as I like seeing girls in short attire, I wasn't made for this weather, no matter how much I was born in Hong Kong, aka humidity central (it's on the list, if there was a list).

And the first test for my biology class, results are out. Apparently:

The following is a breakdown of the class distribution:
A (>80%), 18.4%
B (70-79%), 28.6%
C (60-69%), 15.3%
D (50-59%), 22.4%
Less than 50%, 15.3%.

Now there's a reason why the classes have been so empty. I scored the in the B region. Yes, I'm just as dull as I seem.

It's a system

So, of all the worse times to be thinking of anything else, it just has to be during a test. On evolutionary biology, of all things. Anyways, it was all multiple choice, and it got me thinking that as I was going through my motions of doing multiple choice tests (which I completely loathe these days), I told myself, "Ye Gods, I have a system. How sad is that?"

Yes, apparently, a system for going through multiple choice tests, and is as follows:

• The goal is to run from one end of the test to the other as fast as possible, only answering what you can
  
• If I know it immediately, the corresponding spot on the scantron is filled
• If not, examine the question, see if the question and/or answers are wordy, and try to make an educated guess, or try to eliminate what I can
• If I can't, then I mark down on my scantron with a small scribble what I think would be the most likely - this may range between 1 and 3 - this helps in case I need to rush in the last few minutes and don't have time to think.
  
• I circle the number on the question page and cross out any eliminated answers to look at later
  
• lather, rinse, repeat until I reach the end
• start back at #1, then try to fill the rest in, taking my time.

If you can't figure out what the answer even remotely is, stop telling yourself you should've studied, and that bloodying the desk by slamming your head against it won't help your case. Though what I may suggest in the following may seem ... insane to do during a test, hey, if you don't know it and they you don't lose marks for guessing wrong, why not guess?

• If you can't decide from any of them, look away and point to one at random, or what I do, hold my pencil going up and down against my options, look away, then move my pencil up and down until I stop, then take what's there.
• if there are two possibilites left, think logically. If you can't, flip a coin, eraser, play rock-paper-scissors with the person beside you or something to figure out.

I take no responsibility for anyone doing this for real (besides myself), and it's your own darn fault for even trying to do anything I suggest, especially if it concerns something important. But it's damn fun, and the number of times you need to do this is a good indication of what you actually know (or think you know).

Although, looking back at this in hindsight, I shouldn't have said or typed a thing, and charged everyone to attend a class on taking multiple choice test stra by me. At least I could've made money. Oh well, what's done is done.


Funny coincidence of the day: at St. George subway station, they have posters up of the 10 girls in Canada's Next Top Model this year, and funny enough, all the girls that were eliminated (5 now) all have their faces plastered with a big red "X" to indicated they're gone. The strange thing is all of these 5 are on the Westbound side of the station. And they were always there, noone moved them whatsoever, they were the same since they were put up (don't ask how I would remember this. Really, don't ask). Strange, no?

I also bought Kelly Clarkson's new album, My December. It's not too bad, I probably just have to break it in by listening to it, but I'm sure Breakaway was better, though she's touched every song on this album. Oh, and go ahead and make jokes, but I won't be hurt, unless something like this happens to me.

No, I really bought it, take a looksee:



Kinda a shame noone even buys music anymore, that's why even Sam The Record Man is gone now. Most important thing is to vote with your money. If you take things like music or movies for free left and right, well, sure, your wallet is a little more full, but people who are trying to get some of that money are kinda gone. So, while I'm not saying buy everything at HMV, at least support your favourite artists, etc. by buying. I sound like a damn broken record saying it, but it's true, my naivete or not included. Or we could go utilitarian. Those guys sure have tons of fun.



Also, dumpy is an actual word. That would've helped me when I was trying to figure out that word in today's Jumble.

I hope everyone had a good Canada Day, maybe with a barbeque and everything, ending with watching some fireworks. I had to hold my face against the window with the lights off to make anything out from where I live and where my room faces. Happy 140, Canada.