It was. Don't you remember? If you don't, just click on that little arrow next to the "2007" on the sidebar over there, where you can take a look at our older bloggings. Wow, freewrite explosion! We almost had a freewrite a day, and we would've, had it been February. But that didn't happen...
I just went on a Star Fox trip without actually playing the game ("Star Fox") or getting high ("trip"). That's what happens when you look at FAQs of the game for too long. When you're already tired. And now it's 4:43 AM. I'm not doing that again... maybe I will.
I, with hash&hills, went back to visit the Prep, and it's incredibly strange. You know what? You know that hallway where DiMarchi's classroom is, and that unnecessary plasma TV broadcasts the Daily Bulletin? I never feel good walking down that hallway. What is it? I don't know, I don't know. Maybe it's because nothing good ever goes on there, until you get to the DiMarchi end. Then good stuff goes down.
I think we went back too late. December is the best time to go back, because it was pretty awesome back in 2006 when we went: I mean, if college is making us tired by now, just think of what it's like to be a high school teacher right now. Shit...
Apart from this, apart from this, I'm sitting in a chair, my left hand starting to hurt,
Um. Let's start that description again and preserve the classicness of that incomplete line, which doesn't look like it's going anywhere good...
Apart from this, I'm sitting here, staring into a predominantly white computer screen , somewhat on the precipice of cementing my long-term plans for the future. I know what my plans are for the summer, the fall and the spring upcoming, and now I just have to get the forms over and done with. There's something displeasurable about this, even though the product is a pleasure: that's it! -- it's an expected pleasure. What's so pleasurable about math, as Walor so elegantly put it, is the unexpected pleasure--getting something good and cool when you didn't know it'd happen.
Or is that it? Is it the fact that I have to go through something I don't feel like doing, or is it that I don't like to cement my future? I think it's both.
Whatever. This isn't too deep of a freewrite. Nothing I've done recently has been altogether too deep, which I guess shouldn't be too surprising, me being free from the high-school environment where we're practically individual mini-factories of insight and profoundness. (If "profoundness" isn't a word, let it be: "profundity" sounds like a "thud" or a "clunk" or a "crunk"; whoops, what? hahaha) Now we're just individual mini-factories of... productivity. Wait, is that true?
I have a feeling that, like high school, I'll understand college a lot better after I'm gone from it. You know what? Thinking about it right now, in the middle of the night, the blank white screen staring at me intensely, I think it's ridiculous that I looked Porter in the face casually and, without the slightest second-thought blink in my eye, told him that I was planning on being a math professor and going to grad school to pursue it. See, here's the thing: When plans are this big, (which they naturally get when you're at college) ...you get the feeling you're not even thinking. And the funny thing is, I don't know what to think as a result: I kind of like it?
Either way, things aren't as clear as they were in high school, although I get the feeling I'm not nearly as confused as I was back then. But it's not so easy to put something forward and say, "Look at this! This is a perfect product, fresh out of my oven" -- my essays just kind of get done and then forgotten. Problem sets take up half my work now, and the Japanese stuff is often just drilling, so I can't say I've been thinking creatively recently. My mind's been on creative autopilot --THERE! I've finally found the perfect way to describe it! ... does that mean I've just contradicted myself?-- and it's hard to recall what exactly my mind was on before.
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Haha, it's funny how that statement ended in something that sounds like I'm making a pun on drugs, but it was totally unintended.
Friday, 21 March 2008
Thursday, 28 February 2008
My roommate
This one's for you, dude.
"I'm flossing my teeth with my hair," he says. No, not again. How can one man/child come up with so many gross ideas? And yet, that's the case. He's endured one country's mandatory military service, which perhaps means he's learned to be resourceful. Too resourceful. He's eaten baking soda-- at college -- when he was hungry. He's never bought himself a single article of clothing, even though it'd do him some good to get some more white socks so next time he loses it in the laundry he doesn't have to worry too much about it. He should never ever eat hummus again, because I don't need to be reminded of the meaning of the word "flatulence." From time to time, he buys food to snack on in the room. He eats extremely healthy meals and has unimaginably unhealthy snack habits. Man, he spent the entire spring break eating chips. Actually, those were his meals too. He was disappointed tonight when his yogurt was fat free. Disappointed? And it tasted good too! Not according to me! Aaw... what can I say. Pulls game-playing all-nighters very frequently, my night watchman when I sleep. Actually, he gets into such a trance when he's gaming that he probably wouldn't notice if someone busted in and raped me. People talk about their game faces? Well, how about "game head." The central nervous system shuts down like that, I swear.
And still, he's the man.
I salute you, my roommate.
"I'm flossing my teeth with my hair," he says. No, not again. How can one man/child come up with so many gross ideas? And yet, that's the case. He's endured one country's mandatory military service, which perhaps means he's learned to be resourceful. Too resourceful. He's eaten baking soda-- at college -- when he was hungry. He's never bought himself a single article of clothing, even though it'd do him some good to get some more white socks so next time he loses it in the laundry he doesn't have to worry too much about it. He should never ever eat hummus again, because I don't need to be reminded of the meaning of the word "flatulence." From time to time, he buys food to snack on in the room. He eats extremely healthy meals and has unimaginably unhealthy snack habits. Man, he spent the entire spring break eating chips. Actually, those were his meals too. He was disappointed tonight when his yogurt was fat free. Disappointed? And it tasted good too! Not according to me! Aaw... what can I say. Pulls game-playing all-nighters very frequently, my night watchman when I sleep. Actually, he gets into such a trance when he's gaming that he probably wouldn't notice if someone busted in and raped me. People talk about their game faces? Well, how about "game head." The central nervous system shuts down like that, I swear.
And still, he's the man.
I salute you, my roommate.
Friday, 22 February 2008
Witty Title
Well, I just spent about five minutes trying to think of a witty title, and then gave up and even forgot to begin this freewrite with the format I defined so long ago. It's time for a freewrite, though. It is very much time for a freewrite. So I want to cover two things. First of all, I'm going to bitch for a bit. Secondly, I'm going to praise Kanye West.
Volume One: the Worst Week Ever (WWE). So I had a really bad week. Yeah, that's about all there is to say. I could go into detail, but it turns out that having your worldview torn apart by a stranger is a fairly common experience, so I'll save y'all the boredom. I bitched in greater detail in my collection of writings (and in concise detail without the rambling in entirely private writings), so if you're really, really anxious to hear the generic, three posts are waiting for you.
Volume Two: Kanye West. I don't like rap; I really, really don't enjoy listening to most of it, although some of the songs are hilarious. Kanye West, on the other hand, seems to strike a good note in my head. It's not the sound that bothers me about rap. The sound doesn't really exist. It's just sort of testosterone translated into rhythm. Kanye West rises above all the other rap "artists" because his lyrics have literary value. It's like listening to something meaningful fit to a relevant rhythm. I've really never encountered that in pop culture before. I can't understand why people don't like him, even if he does steal songs. The ones that are his are incredibly insightful and subtle. Maybe that's it. Some people say really deeply insightful things and don't notice it because they're fucking foolish. Maybe that's the way Kanye West rolls. It doesn't matter, though, because the words he speaks fit the pattern, and the pattern has meaning. He's tapped into something bigger than hip hop, bigger than the medium. It's quite beautiful actually.
That said, life is pretty sweet, although if college is like vacation for you then you're in the wrong major.
Peace out.
Volume One: the Worst Week Ever (WWE). So I had a really bad week. Yeah, that's about all there is to say. I could go into detail, but it turns out that having your worldview torn apart by a stranger is a fairly common experience, so I'll save y'all the boredom. I bitched in greater detail in my collection of writings (and in concise detail without the rambling in entirely private writings), so if you're really, really anxious to hear the generic, three posts are waiting for you.
Volume Two: Kanye West. I don't like rap; I really, really don't enjoy listening to most of it, although some of the songs are hilarious. Kanye West, on the other hand, seems to strike a good note in my head. It's not the sound that bothers me about rap. The sound doesn't really exist. It's just sort of testosterone translated into rhythm. Kanye West rises above all the other rap "artists" because his lyrics have literary value. It's like listening to something meaningful fit to a relevant rhythm. I've really never encountered that in pop culture before. I can't understand why people don't like him, even if he does steal songs. The ones that are his are incredibly insightful and subtle. Maybe that's it. Some people say really deeply insightful things and don't notice it because they're fucking foolish. Maybe that's the way Kanye West rolls. It doesn't matter, though, because the words he speaks fit the pattern, and the pattern has meaning. He's tapped into something bigger than hip hop, bigger than the medium. It's quite beautiful actually.
That said, life is pretty sweet, although if college is like vacation for you then you're in the wrong major.
Peace out.
Wednesday, 20 February 2008
Flashing... rights???
I went to Vancouver for a few days--over the long weekend. And I saw this.
FLASHING LIGHTS
This is one of the best music videos I've ever seen. It's just... wow. It's absolutely not what I was expecting considering what the song sounded like to me, and the sudden end (after the climax) is just perfect. You can say what you want about Kanye's arrogance, but he's really no more pretentious than any other rapper out there, really, so, yeah.
Vancouver was great, but the flights fucked up my system and made me sick. That's okay; I'm recovering. I got to play ball hockey (floor hockey?) with my cousin and eight of his friends, and although I can't handle pucks for sheezy, it was still a lot of fun and I scored once, which was good enough. Also, the region is just quite amazing, and the Pacific Northwestern air makes the cooler temperatures a hell of a lot more tolerable than they are here.
It's too bad we don't get a vacation around this time; it'd be nice. But college is vacation-like enough, usually.
I played hockey on Sunday. I still have soreness. What's up? Eh, whatever, plane. I wonder if I could bring a rubber snake onto a plane. There's no rule against that!
FLASHING LIGHTS
This is one of the best music videos I've ever seen. It's just... wow. It's absolutely not what I was expecting considering what the song sounded like to me, and the sudden end (after the climax) is just perfect. You can say what you want about Kanye's arrogance, but he's really no more pretentious than any other rapper out there, really, so, yeah.
Vancouver was great, but the flights fucked up my system and made me sick. That's okay; I'm recovering. I got to play ball hockey (floor hockey?) with my cousin and eight of his friends, and although I can't handle pucks for sheezy, it was still a lot of fun and I scored once, which was good enough. Also, the region is just quite amazing, and the Pacific Northwestern air makes the cooler temperatures a hell of a lot more tolerable than they are here.
It's too bad we don't get a vacation around this time; it'd be nice. But college is vacation-like enough, usually.
I played hockey on Sunday. I still have soreness. What's up? Eh, whatever, plane. I wonder if I could bring a rubber snake onto a plane. There's no rule against that!
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
For reasons unknown (until the end of this freewrite)
For some reason today, at around 5:35 PM, I just got unreasonably sad or depressed. Why does this always happen on Tuesdays? Why???
Well, seriously, the thing is, I didn't apply to a Tufts program for study abroad. That was a dumb move. I would've felt safe right now that I had done something and I've got to secure an internship for the summer by basically the middle of this month; well, I have to apply, anyway. Is this why I'm stressed out?
I'm going to be honest, too; my social life here is somewhat too low. Last year this was true, too, but last year was better and felt more, well, together. This year...
As I've said before, I hate my dorm, and I still do now. It's not the people (though if I knew more people on my floor I'd probably like it better, whoops my bad), so much as it is the building. The doors are dark, dark brown and the walls are blanched white (is blanched a word? No...) which is an ugly-ass and depressing color scheme, the fan things turn on at 5 AM outside to power a dining hall that students aren't even allowed to use, the lighting in this room is horrible for reasons unknown, and the lounge downstairs is always fucking freezing because of its flawed design (and the recent renovations that our President said we'd enjoy in his email are, um, more like makeup).
I've figured out something, though. This isn't a complete Livejournal post. I've been resolving to do, well, negative things (e.g. drop class, forget about applying to study abroad program, bring less things to school) when I actually need to do stuff. Instead of copping out on the culture class I have I should jump on that homework. Instead of being tired of looking at my computer, go to the gym and run for an hour and come back and feel like I've done something and then look for internships. And in place of sitting in this chair that for some reason makes me feel bad (this happened last year; the dorms all have the same bad chairs), get the fuck to bed. These, myself, are resolutions that I can make.
Yeah, I've gone slightly insane. I'll admit it.
But... I know what I can look forward to.
1. I can look forward to going to France (Greg and I will hypnotize the ladies. Maybe just me. Greg, why are you always having me do things for you? Although I guess I'm just a natural...) and totally sticking out as a foreigner who can speak French better than he can get himself to follow the dressy-essy customs (you're not making me spend 100 dollars for jeans, sorry la ville lumière rouge). And the food is gonna be kick-ass. The bread... OH the pain I mean le pain. Give me some of that. I'm not sure how much I care for the city, though, to be honest... oh well, better than staying here, I think.
2. I can maybe/probably look forward to going to Kyoto, Japan. It's looking like either that or Osaka right now. Engrish t-shirts will make up my entire wardrobe. My entire fucking wardrobe and I can actually buy good clothes that look cool for cheap (trust me: I've done it before in Japan and I can do it again. Japan is much less pricey than France for clothes). I can learn something about the crazily unique culture. I can learn a language in a foreign country while I'm living there! (I basically already know French thanks to staying the course since 7th grade, especially in comparison to Japanese...) I can enjoy the amazing food. Also, Japan's so colorful that everywhere else it feels like I'm colorblind. Okay, that's a lie, but you get what I mean.
This is all a very outlandish bunch of freewriting. I'm trying to make myself feel better. I'd go so far as to quote My Chemical Romance but that would definitely be making me double the shame of myself that I've become already in this no-frills no-shame piece of shit. Gimme the beat!
Back to better in the morning.
Well, seriously, the thing is, I didn't apply to a Tufts program for study abroad. That was a dumb move. I would've felt safe right now that I had done something and I've got to secure an internship for the summer by basically the middle of this month; well, I have to apply, anyway. Is this why I'm stressed out?
I'm going to be honest, too; my social life here is somewhat too low. Last year this was true, too, but last year was better and felt more, well, together. This year...
As I've said before, I hate my dorm, and I still do now. It's not the people (though if I knew more people on my floor I'd probably like it better, whoops my bad), so much as it is the building. The doors are dark, dark brown and the walls are blanched white (is blanched a word? No...) which is an ugly-ass and depressing color scheme, the fan things turn on at 5 AM outside to power a dining hall that students aren't even allowed to use, the lighting in this room is horrible for reasons unknown, and the lounge downstairs is always fucking freezing because of its flawed design (and the recent renovations that our President said we'd enjoy in his email are, um, more like makeup).
I've figured out something, though. This isn't a complete Livejournal post. I've been resolving to do, well, negative things (e.g. drop class, forget about applying to study abroad program, bring less things to school) when I actually need to do stuff. Instead of copping out on the culture class I have I should jump on that homework. Instead of being tired of looking at my computer, go to the gym and run for an hour and come back and feel like I've done something and then look for internships. And in place of sitting in this chair that for some reason makes me feel bad (this happened last year; the dorms all have the same bad chairs), get the fuck to bed. These, myself, are resolutions that I can make.
Yeah, I've gone slightly insane. I'll admit it.
But... I know what I can look forward to.
1. I can look forward to going to France (Greg and I will hypnotize the ladies. Maybe just me. Greg, why are you always having me do things for you? Although I guess I'm just a natural...) and totally sticking out as a foreigner who can speak French better than he can get himself to follow the dressy-essy customs (you're not making me spend 100 dollars for jeans, sorry la ville lumière rouge). And the food is gonna be kick-ass. The bread... OH the pain I mean le pain. Give me some of that. I'm not sure how much I care for the city, though, to be honest... oh well, better than staying here, I think.
2. I can maybe/probably look forward to going to Kyoto, Japan. It's looking like either that or Osaka right now. Engrish t-shirts will make up my entire wardrobe. My entire fucking wardrobe and I can actually buy good clothes that look cool for cheap (trust me: I've done it before in Japan and I can do it again. Japan is much less pricey than France for clothes). I can learn something about the crazily unique culture. I can learn a language in a foreign country while I'm living there! (I basically already know French thanks to staying the course since 7th grade, especially in comparison to Japanese...) I can enjoy the amazing food. Also, Japan's so colorful that everywhere else it feels like I'm colorblind. Okay, that's a lie, but you get what I mean.
This is all a very outlandish bunch of freewriting. I'm trying to make myself feel better. I'd go so far as to quote My Chemical Romance but that would definitely be making me double the shame of myself that I've become already in this no-frills no-shame piece of shit. Gimme the beat!
Back to better in the morning.
Friday, 1 February 2008
Shorty was hot like a toasterrr
Lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo! How fare thee?
It sounds like Flo Rida is saying "Bishounen made me want it" in this song. I don't think so...
The day is gray and sour. But sweet. The clouds may not be clearing, but drivers will be fearing the snow that gets low upon us on this day, I say. Actually, the snow felt like hail. "Il pleut?" said this one apparently French lady as she walked out of Cabot Auditorium. Nope, it isn't pleut pas. And hopefully I'll get to play DDR today at MIT.
I had a necklace I got from the Philippines with beads on it. But one of the attachments broke and all the beads fell like water to the floor. They sounded like water. I was a little stunned. I guess I can't wear it anymore; so it goes. It's time to update my clothes. But if I wait about, oh, seven months, I can do so abroad. And if I wait one year I can do it all in Japan (my goal)!
"From the King of the South to the King of the States
Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the States"
T.I., You Know What It Is (silent s)
What a perfect rhyme. In French we call that une rime forte--- a "strong rhyme." At least I think that's what we'd call it. In the text box the characters align perfectly: the two words "States" align.
It's 1:46. I think I pretty much woke up my roommate with my typing.
It sounds like Flo Rida is saying "Bishounen made me want it" in this song. I don't think so...
The day is gray and sour. But sweet. The clouds may not be clearing, but drivers will be fearing the snow that gets low upon us on this day, I say. Actually, the snow felt like hail. "Il pleut?" said this one apparently French lady as she walked out of Cabot Auditorium. Nope, it isn't pleut pas. And hopefully I'll get to play DDR today at MIT.
I had a necklace I got from the Philippines with beads on it. But one of the attachments broke and all the beads fell like water to the floor. They sounded like water. I was a little stunned. I guess I can't wear it anymore; so it goes. It's time to update my clothes. But if I wait about, oh, seven months, I can do so abroad. And if I wait one year I can do it all in Japan (my goal)!
"From the King of the South to the King of the States
Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the States"
T.I., You Know What It Is (silent s)
What a perfect rhyme. In French we call that une rime forte--- a "strong rhyme." At least I think that's what we'd call it. In the text box the characters align perfectly: the two words "States" align.
It's 1:46. I think I pretty much woke up my roommate with my typing.
Friday, 4 January 2008
First blog post of the year!
I fell and bumped my head skiing, but I feel like I could create a really good DDR chart right now so maybe it's a good tradeoff?
Or maybe my brain has wound itself back a year. No, I don't want to repeat 2007! NO!!!!!!
The Dick Clark New Year's show this year was really, really good. Fergie and will.i.am prove that the Black Eyed Peas are real, true performers live. Well, real and true mean the same thing (shit) but, (wow, Japanese grammar comma use) considering the MyHumps-reputation they have right now it's a very good thing to see those two go out and just kick ass. will.i.am especially, because his lead single absolutely bombed. But ignoring that, they were just really great. Did you know the Black Eyed Peas do have a reputation for having very good live shows? Before Fergie was added to the group and they got really famous, that's what they were primarily known for. They always played with a live band, and they probably stole the show during many an opening act. Seeing will.i.am actually being able to sing well made me really happy. And Fergie? Wow.
But yeah. The ski trip was pretty nice except for the horrendous cold going up the lifts. HO-rrendous. Left everybody pretty tired. Also, more moguls would've been nice, but I think those have fallen out of fashion or something. Don't know. It's so fun just to fly off a mogul when you're supposed to weave your way around them... I mean, what fun is weaving when you have to weave on ice? Yeesh, leave that to the seals and walruses and Walors. I'm no St. John's Prep Ski Team champion, for sure. But the random Kid's Funland glade or whatever was really fun, funny and... knee? Breaking. If you weren't careful. That would suck! No, actually, me Greg and Rakesh got lost because we followed a path that looked taken, but, damn you Robby Frost, it suddenly stopped being taken. New Hampshire mysteries. No, but it was really fun. Lots of random bumps and random bumps. Those are the best parts of ski trails! Even though they may not be on the trail...
The Iowa primary happened and the media still is the worst thing in the world. I've thought enough about this recently and I think that's the strongest opinion I have about it; I don't want to address the actual meat of the topic because that's been left out too long to rot. Seriously, I've heard enough of myself talking about it ugh .
I'm tired, but something in me woke up. Do I have to be tired for that something to wake up? I've been spending a lot of time trying to get it to wake up without me lacking sleep, and I think one way is a lot of physical exercise. but enjoyable physical exercise, and I haven't had time to hang around the DDR mat enough in order to get reacquainted with it. Whatever. This something in me isn't completely important.
Wow, that freewrite led to somewhere. Hmm.
Welcome to 2008. We will enjoy our stay.
Or maybe my brain has wound itself back a year. No, I don't want to repeat 2007! NO!!!!!!
The Dick Clark New Year's show this year was really, really good. Fergie and will.i.am prove that the Black Eyed Peas are real, true performers live. Well, real and true mean the same thing (shit) but, (wow, Japanese grammar comma use) considering the MyHumps-reputation they have right now it's a very good thing to see those two go out and just kick ass. will.i.am especially, because his lead single absolutely bombed. But ignoring that, they were just really great. Did you know the Black Eyed Peas do have a reputation for having very good live shows? Before Fergie was added to the group and they got really famous, that's what they were primarily known for. They always played with a live band, and they probably stole the show during many an opening act. Seeing will.i.am actually being able to sing well made me really happy. And Fergie? Wow.
But yeah. The ski trip was pretty nice except for the horrendous cold going up the lifts. HO-rrendous. Left everybody pretty tired. Also, more moguls would've been nice, but I think those have fallen out of fashion or something. Don't know. It's so fun just to fly off a mogul when you're supposed to weave your way around them... I mean, what fun is weaving when you have to weave on ice? Yeesh, leave that to the seals and walruses and Walors. I'm no St. John's Prep Ski Team champion, for sure. But the random Kid's Funland glade or whatever was really fun, funny and... knee? Breaking. If you weren't careful. That would suck! No, actually, me Greg and Rakesh got lost because we followed a path that looked taken, but, damn you Robby Frost, it suddenly stopped being taken. New Hampshire mysteries. No, but it was really fun. Lots of random bumps and random bumps. Those are the best parts of ski trails! Even though they may not be on the trail...
The Iowa primary happened and the media still is the worst thing in the world. I've thought enough about this recently and I think that's the strongest opinion I have about it; I don't want to address the actual meat of the topic because that's been left out too long to rot. Seriously, I've heard enough of myself talking about it ugh .
I'm tired, but something in me woke up. Do I have to be tired for that something to wake up? I've been spending a lot of time trying to get it to wake up without me lacking sleep, and I think one way is a lot of physical exercise. but enjoyable physical exercise, and I haven't had time to hang around the DDR mat enough in order to get reacquainted with it. Whatever. This something in me isn't completely important.
Wow, that freewrite led to somewhere. Hmm.
Welcome to 2008. We will enjoy our stay.
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