Archive for September, 2004

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The calm before the storm

written during the evening during September 2004

My last day of work is tomorrow, so expect a large post soon, as I’m bound to have lots of free time before school starts on the 13th.

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“And I can hear the cries of the willow tree”

written during the evening during September 2004

No, I’m not. If anything, I bear that feeling at myself, because even though I could have tried harder, I didn’t. I’m not sure why. I’d never held anything as precious in all my life, yet I didn’t go out of my way to preserve it. That’s not to say that I didn’t make it better while it was there, I just didn’t enlist the necessary people to make the reunion possible.

Perhaps I expected things to fall into place like they usually do. I’ve been relying on the strange luck that’s thrown things my way, and it decided not to let me see it through.

I’m wondering what it was that triggered it, though. Was it something a friend said? Perhaps it was something that a friend did. Or perhaps it was her plan all along. I’m sure I could think of a thousand reasons, and yet I’m still not sure if I want to know the answer. Is it because I’m scared of what it might be?

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Dood! *whips out knives and starts slashing*

written during the evening during September 2004

If you don’t understand the title, chances are you won’t understand the obsession that’s taken over my free time. It’s leveling, leveling, and more leveling, but the devs were able to add twists that make each battle seem unique. Add the fact that there’s always a place to use the characters that you’ve pumped to level 2000, that there’s always something you could do to make them better and someplace you could use those better characters, and that’s some extreme motivation to keep playing. Which is exactly what I’ve been doing. Sorry for delaying my posts further than normal.

Eye doctor’s appointment tomorrow, so I’ll find out the condition of my deteriorating right eye. Fun.

Then I start Mega Academy (SAT prep) on Saturday and school on Monday. I’m not looking forward to either, due in part to the fact that I’ll be seeing the same people both times. And generally speaking, I’m dreading meeting that crowd.

Edit: “Together, we can lick breast cancer.” I nearly died when I heard that. I’m going to press charges against Yoplait for attempted homicide.

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Reaffirming my Asianness

written during the evening during September 2004

Every Saturday until the SAT in late spring, I’m no longer going to be able to sleep in. I’ll have to wake up at 7:30 and attend Mega Academy to prep for the SAT. This means that I’ll take one-and-a-half hour English and Math courses from 9-12, eat lunch at a random food vendor for 30 minutes, then return for a one-and-a-half-hour course in Writing. Add on the homework that’s distributed in each class, and it’s a bitch. Luckily, my Sundays are free, but for the second term of school (the first half of 2005) I’m also going to be taking the weekly Sunday test/go-overs. The work will simply never end.

I’m also disappointed that my Writing course isn’t going to be as fun as I thought. The essay homework explicitly states that I cannot construct it in such a fashion that it angers or offends people. I’m just going to have to be overly persuasive in convincing people that mass executions are a solution to overpopulation.

Edit: I forgot to mention that I went through the code of my site (and my posts), and after a good cleaning, I finally managed to get it xHTML 1.0 Traditional valid. *phew*

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The pain…the fire in my brain…stabbing me…the agony!

written during the evening during September 2004

If you give a shit about my schedule, start here

My workload’s been startlingly hefty, which is why I’ve been (very) lax in posting. This was the large post that was keeping me from posting quick tidbits, so I should resume my normal flow from now on.

If you don\’t care about anime, skip this part.

Don’t ask how I got to the page, just laugh at its absurdity.

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Cheap beer doesn’t burn, you know…

written during the evening during September 2004

Even the clause “without alienating them (making them so angry or offended that they will not finish reading your essay)” can’t protect them from my logical absurdity.

We had to write a solution for a major world problem. I received a 5 out of 6 for this.

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“Don’t you see the hot Puritan sex?”

written late afternoon during September 2004

-My English teacher, talking about a poem by Anne Bradford

“And tonight, you’re gonna be reading a book all about hot Puritan sex.”
-My English teacher, talking about The Scarlet Letter

Humanities so far has been enjoyable. Both classes have been engaging (remember, Humanities is Social Studies and English combined), and I actually participated enough to not have my name called when one teacher was listing names of who she’d like to hear more from. The homework assignments on the part of SS are both lengthy and never-ceasing, though, and I really need to use this weekend to catch up on it.

At today’s prep school session I got my essay for writing class back, and I received one of the two 5s that were given out (a 6 maximum). Being that there were no 6s, the teacher read bits of our papers to the class. She read the other 5 paper first, noting the typical things teachers tell you to include in your essays. After she finished and took my paper to read, she looked it over for a minute, mentally saying, “Oh. It’s that paper.” She then told the class that she would not read my paper because it was simply too absurd. The teacher and I then had a public conversation about the paper, where I explained that it was meant to be entirely truthful and logical, though the sheer absurdity of the idea would make the reader amused and perhaps even stupified. After asking whether this was all my material (*pssh*), she then told me not to pull anything like this again (in very sugar-coated words, of course). No one knew what my paper was about because she refused to tell people, which made me chuckle even heartier. The smile on my face afterwards was a clear sign that I felt my mission in life had been accomplished.

During prep school I also got a chance to play phone tag with Yoli. I won.

Funny thing, Sims 2 gives me a CD emulation error even though I uninstalled everything related to CD emulation or burning, and I actually have a legitimate copy. The only way I can play it is on my brother’s computer, on which it lags to the point where I’ve lost all interest in playing it.

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I’m glad I saw Leo’s interview of Mitnick

written late afternoon during September 2004

Answering the question, “What is a friend?”

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My penis and brain stem are separate entities

written early evening during September 2004

While mis treatment and karma contribute to my chivalry, I realize that it’s really because I wanted to prove them wrong. Whether it was in jest or not, there was truth resounding in that stereotype, one harbored by many people who’ve seen too much of the bleak side of relationships. This is unfair, and I’m a stickler for treating people justly. At some point I must have realized that simply telling them, “we’re not all like that!” wouldn’t do. After all, I have enough common sense not to believe that it’d really work like in the movies, followed up by some hot sexxorz. Rather, I chose to prove by example.

I don’t believe that all men are evil while I’m the only good one, but when I act chivalrous, that’s how I can make myself feel. The combination of gaining good karma and inching towards my goal is positively euphoric. It’s like when a corporation donates to charity. Not only are they helping out the people on the other end, but they’re establishing the reputation that corporations do give back to the community. The only difference is that I neither make billions a year nor have to give any of it out. The only things being donated are kindness, umbrellas, and jackets.

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All this for a mediocre episode of Jack & Bobby

written late evening during September 2004

Friends don’t let friends fall behind on four homeworks for American Studies.

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(7:36:39 PM): and he said ‘everyone expects kerry to spank bush’

written late evening during September 2004

This is going to be a bitchin’ week, in a bad way. Don’t expect anything till Saturday, earliest.