aliens

I had a realization this morning. What would DDR play like if people had 4 legs, like aliens? Of course, you'd think having 4 panels would be too little, but there's a game called Dance 98.6 or something by Konami that uses 2 arrows only. Kind of for beginners. But what kind of movements would there be? It would be interesting to try doing Double (the 2-pad mode) on my hands and feet and see what the result is. (Not without something to protect my wrists first, of course.)

I don't like when people call me psychotic or desperate, even if it's meant to be light. But I just realized my Facebook status (where I got called the latter) might make some feel rather defenseless. You're applying to 17 grad-schools?? What?? Well, I didn't intend to do alarm with my status, but I guess that can serve as my fuck-you to this school for this semester, where I basically felt defenseless and alien the whole time. What a piece of shit semester. But now I'm out of the muck, stronger. Thanks God (like Lola said in the Tanks video) for Thanksgiving break. I feel pretty fucking invincible.

Plus I finally started gaining weight. I don't know how that happened, considering I ate an average of 2.3 meals a day over break (compared to the usual 3) and only 2 meals today. They weren't much bigger meals than usual either. But yeah, all the working out is finally starting to show.

I feel bold. Well, no, I don't feel bold. I guess I feel more refinedly vocal. Man, that last slice of whole wheat bread tasted uneventful.

I'm meeting with this kid who wants to study in the study abroad program I had in Paris on Thursday. He got my name from the local program director and wanted to hear my feedback. This should be entertaining, and I say that with a touch of positivity rather than the usual negativity you'd hear in that statement. People are really tired right now and aren't hearing positivity in anything though. So they don't catch my positive tone. But this is where I wage war. Finals time. And my force is larger than 300 (Hz) so don't worry. Well, by wage war I mean "have fun." Wage war sounds bad.

By the way, really waging war isn't fun. It's stupid. And this kid who I was friends with up until 9th grade when we just didn't hang out with each other anymore, well, I heard he's joining the army. Why?

I realize now that I guess it's because his father (grandfather?) was in the Air Force. That doesn't mean you have to continue the cycle.

As I fully intend NOT to do. My father and my grandfather both spent time in the armed forces. My granddad was a WWII vet. My dad's a Vietnam vet. Thank God he got kicked out of the navy for being a shitty officer.

I am not being an Iran vet. Man, I hate how the anti-war left has been muted by Obama. YOU COULD PROTEST THESE THINGS BEFORE THEY HAPPEN THIS TIME!!!

Yeah that's how I spit it. Peace