Christmas Break!

So Christmas break has begun today and today is the glorious day on which I will hopefully be reunited with my insanely gorgeous girlfriend. School's been pretty easy this week, what with two and a quarter snow days and nothing but a Christmas party today, so I'm feeling great(huh, that makes me think of that crazy nutrigrain commercial. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC2gIPnUCgw enjoy.)
So ya, just been chilling, reading, and saving the galaxy the past few days. It's all good.
Well, got some stuff to do before I head out for the airport.
I AM SO PSYCHED!

Just Some Thoughts

As I begin to jot this down with the magical Dell keyboard I manipulate at my fingertips, my ears are filled with the soothing sounds of Weird Al and his wonderfully touching song Weasel Stomping Day. Strangely, weasels makes me think of ferrets and such stuff like that which makes me think of my neighbors' gennet back in Nigeria. His name was Slinky. Jumping again, that makes me think of a certain lyric from another song I was listening to a while back, "you take they 'y' off a slinky you're left with a slink, but it's still fun to play with we're the Boyz in the Synk!" As you may have guessed, the song is by Boyz in the Synk, a truly phenomenal band spawned from the computer generated masterpiece Veggietales. I was actually just watching a 3-2-1 Penguins this last Saturday that I hadn't watched in a while. Gotta love Kevin! That just makes me think of Home Alone, which is strikingly fitting seems how it's the whole Christmas season and everything. Well, gotta get to Health class. I gotta be healthy!
ONLY 10 MORE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS BREAK AND MY JOYOUS REUNION WITH MY BETTER HALF!

Italian Proverb

The Italian proverb in question is one recommending that a traveler, in order to ensure his safety on his travels, needs a various assortment of different animal parts. First off, the traveler needs a falcon’s eye, probably so he can see trouble coming from a long way off so as to better avoid it. Second, the traveler is advised to have the ears of a donkey(to use the politically correct term) so as to hear trouble coming. Third, he must have a monkey’s face, probably to make it so no one can stay mad at him because he’s so cute. Fourth, he must have a merchant’s words to excel at diplomacy. Fifth, he must have a camel’s back so he can last a long time when things look bleak. Sixth, he must have a hog’s mouth to be able to eat when it’s available. Seventh, he must have a deer’s feet to be able to run when necessary. All in all, I would say that this is pretty good advice. Now I have to go travel to someplace to try that out. Laters.

Thanksgiving

Hey, it's me again! Your friendly neighborhood cynic! The end of the year is coming folks! Thanksgiving's just the beginning! In no time at all, it will be December! Then comes 2009! I'm using a lot of exclamation points!
Yep, soon enough we'll be surrounded by: dead birds for two consecutive holidays, family members whom we barely know, Christmas carols that have been created with the sole purpose of driving us insane, and peace and good will coming out of every single pore in our bodies. Yet, somehow amidst the hustle and bustle (can't have one without the other it seems) of the holiday season, I still manage to love this time of year. That is probably because I have almost no responsibilities and practically no one to shop for. Yes indeed, I love this time of year, even the cold weather. Somehow I just love being zapped to my core with the chill of winter and searing my lungs with the frosty atmosphere. Let it snow (I honestly fully intended just to say that, but, inevitably, the song comes to mind)!
This could also be just the opportunity we've been looking for to save the economy with shopping after Thanksgiving and Christmas. BAM, BAM (not to be confused with the character on the Flintstones)! Well, a happy Thanksgiving to everyone out there shorter than me (just add a congratulation for those taller. They deserve it)

Vending Machines

Now, I'm sure you've all seen the snack machines, the drink machines, those little sticky hands that you throw up (yuck yuck) against the wall, those cheesy character tattoos, and maybe even some machine that will crank out squashed pennies for ya. However, I myself have just recently discovered the DVD vending machine. You pay a dollar a day for a DVD and my mom actually has a coupon that lets you get two (DOUBLE FEATURE!). Needless to say, the past few Saturday nights have been movie nights. The only drawback (huh, that makes me think of those creatures from Tattoine. Dewbacks? Anything?) to this amazing invention is the fact that the seem to be understocked. Pretty much every time I go to the machine, the movie I want is out of stock.
Poor little me has to wait for the point of saturation when everyone's had their fill of the movie and I can get it once it's returned. Oh well, maybe someday I'll get to watch Kung Fu Panda again. Skadoosh!

Comics and Such

So I just got a slough of new graphic novels the other day, and I'm just wondering, why is it that comic book characters are always so physically exaggerated? I personally prefer the ones that actually look like they could exist in real life. It seems to me that DC comics is particularly guilty of this, which is a shame, because I like DC story lines better than Marvel. Actually, these days I'm mostly reading Dark Horse comics because they are pretty good at making believable characters rather than slutty-looking heroines and bodybuilder heroes. I'm actually enjoying reading Knights of the Old Republic right now that chronicles the misadventures of a scrawny failed Padawan, Zayne Carrick. He and his friends actually look like normal people (except for those that are actually aliens) and have believable characters. I must say that, despite it's many various artistic inconsistancies (not sure about the spelling on that because the only person I have to ask is my chemistry teacher who really can't spell) it is indeed my favorite comic story to date. Among the others I enjoy and am following are Crimson Empire, Clone Wars (the classic ones, not the new ones with the wooden-looking people), Legacy, Dark Times, Rebellion, Trinity, Teen Titans, and Justice League. Good stuff. No school tomorrow! Yay veterans!

Robin Hood

I like the story of Robin Hood. You gotta love the story of a former murderer rising to fame from his good deeds. He was my hero as a kid and I read every book I could find on the guy. Come to that, i even love spin-offs. I enjoyed the Disney cartoon with the foxes. I laughed hysterically at Men in Tights. I loved the artwork in the graphic novel. I just love the story all around.
I recently found out there was even a TV show that I might watch, and as I write this I just finished watching a Freakazoid episode with the Huntsman who dresses like Robin Hood. I mean, I love Freakazoid anyway, but that was priceless. Of course, you can't confuse Huntsman with the Green Arrow in DC comics. He's basically amazing and has one of the most interesting characters in all of DC continuity. I like how they portrayed him in the Justice League show too.
Even now, the sight of a bow and arrow excites the feeling of heroism within me, not to be confused with heroinism, which, I'm not sure if that's just a girl being heroic or the 'ism' of heroin. I have to go look that up now.

Spooky, isn't it?...............ISN'T IT!?!

So, Halloween's just around the corner. That time of year when freakishly immature people abuse their adrenal glands with demented horror movies and their guts with life-shortening, diabetic-inducing junk. Okay, so I'm not much of a Halloween man. Call me crazy, but I just don't find anything great about a day when people all over delve into the dark arts and finally ask that long lost relative the burning question, "Why wasn't I in your will?" The only part I ever liked about Halloween was the day after when all of the cool costumes go on sale, as well as some of the not-so-cool ones (I'm looking at you, Barbie Dracula!). Well, I'll try not to bring you (the insanely small group of homies that are actually bored enough the read this blog) down with my cynicism and realism (hey, two 'isms' in one sentence! Hot dog!), go out and have yourself a great Halloween. Oh, and if your pumpkin comes to life in the middle of your seeance, don't say I didn't warn ya.

Back to Routine

*BIGSIGH* Just got back from visiting my girlfriend in Tennessee, and now I have to get back to school and such, which stinks like a year-old beached whale. Oh well, at least I had fun. Got to spend some time just hanging out and talking.
Well, I went on a sort of rampage yesterday trying to find something to get my girlfriend for her forthcoming Birthday. I don't really know how well I did, but I really tried. Got a book for myself too.
Didn't really intend for this to become a lovey-dovey (that term really confuses me) post, but that's just kind of how it turned out. Peace.

Of Survival and Such

So get this, I just survived senior survival. At first I really didn't want to go, but once I was forced into the car and acutally got on the way and got around to meeting new people, I realized that I was completely foolish to consent to go. Basically it consisted of not showering for four days, (though I did wash myself in the creek briefly once. Cold, in case your wondering) cooking eggs and hash browns repeatedly on for breakfast that tasted incredibly like old camping pans, freezing at night, boiling in the day, and trying to avoid eye contact with the freaks we tagged along with. That's right folks, my school's so small we have to snag another school's senior survival to go out in the woods. Hey, if we were a planet, you'd have to duck every time the moon passed over and the weatherman would have to change his forecast every time someone sneezed (I actually got that last part from 3-2-1 Penguins. Great show). Anyhoo, got back this afternoon, took a great shower, talked to my gorgeous girlfriend, and had some great peaches. I got a weekend ahead and gamey week behind. Life ain't bad.

Lego Video Games

Now, I realize most of you people have probably never even heard of Lego video games, but I sure have. It all started with Lego Star Wars. This was shortly followed by a sequel, to be tailed by Lego Indiana Jones(which I have never been a fan of), and, releasing this month, Lego Batman(which I am soooo gonna get). Critics and badmouters all over have wondered if maybe the Lego video game thing has gone a bit too far, and maybe it has, but I will still continue to buy them as they come, fulfilling my duty as a white and nerdy(hey, a song comes to mind) legofreak(and yes, that's all one word) teenager. Hey, at least I have the courage to admit it.

Right On Time

Okay, so I don't know about anyone else out there, but it seems to me that whenever my family plans to go on a trip, we inevitably end up heading out at least an hour late. I am currently sitting here about three hours after our ideal departure time, and am frankly not surprised. Fact of the matter is, I expect to wait another hour before we actually leave. I'm sure there's some deep thing going on here, like relativity or some such garbage. The only problem with all of this is that if ever I actually start to do anything, knowing that we will be a while longer in leaving, it frustrates my mother to no end and makes the long car ride less enjoyable when I can feel the eyes in the back of her head (like in that one Dick Van Dyke episode, anyone with me? Absorbatron? Twilo Zone? Walnuts? Anything?) boring into me all the way. Excuse me while I burst into song.

"On the road agaaaaaiiiin. I can't wait to get on the roooaaaad agaaaaiiiiin!"

Seriously

Okay, so I decided to write on my blog, and I thought to myself, (I'm going to put this next part in italics so as to emphasize the thought idea) why don't you actually try writing a serious blog for once. After all, you could write about missing your girlfriend or something equally depressing. But then I thought, nah. Anyhoo, I'm actually going for my second orthodontia thingy tomorrow to see if I'm going to become a metalmouth rather than a snaggletooth. Oh well, like my mom said, you gotta take the good genes with the bad, and I like being tall. And hey, if you're into politics, check out this link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rw2nkoGLhrE

Ya, just one thing

So, just one thing to say. I currently sit here in agony as my digestive system struggles to take on the massive challenge I have set before it. What can I say. We went to a wedding yesterday and ended up taking home a lot of the leftovers, hence the gastro-intestinal discomfort. Just one bit of wisdom for today children, don't overeat unless you must. This is the human water balloon signing off.

When You Can't Sleep

It comes to my attention that I find myself unable to sleep for a few hours now. It comes to my attention, undoubtedly because this is a point of great annoyance. I ask a rhetorical question. Why is it that you sometimes just find it impossible to lay your mind down in the soothing, shady realm of traquility that is sleep? Did you notice the alliteration? That last one wasn't the question, the one before it was. Everybody clear? Okay. Moving on. Actually, moving back. Ya, back to the sleep thing when I was doing so well at being all poetic and stuff. Right, so why is it that sometimes you just can't sleep? Is your mind trying to tell you something? Is it that there is just something not quite right with the world and you feel you need to make it right before you indulge in the joy of rest? Or is it that you've just been on a really long, boring trip with everything going wrong and every airline in the world seems to enjoy making you the Murphey's Law lightning rod? Ya, that's probably it.

*Note from three-plus years later* It was right after this that myself and my now wife decided to stop fighting things and start 'going steady'. Never got that term. I had just returned from Ethiopia, hoping that things had been snuffed out in my absence. Yes, I did like her, but it was complicated. Anyway, it was a quite agonizing few days, so I'm thinking that's why I couldn't sleep. Wow, it's interesting to think about all that's happened in the past three years...well, now I feel old. I'm done.

Of Earbuds and Lasers

Though I did, in fact, put earbuds before lasers in the title, I will speak of lasers first. My blog, my rules, live with it. Lasers, huh? Some people like to reflect them all over the room with mirrors (my physics teacher), some people like to bake their faces with them (those people down at the medical center with that face laser thingy), and still others chase them around the floor until they are completely insane and are frothing at the mouth (that would be my dog, but we love him anyway). I personally think lasers look their best in those cool laser shows where they show weird images of birds and stuff while they play Enya music in the background (coincidentally, we were listening to Enya today at school, and one of my teachers confided that he had been convinced for the longest time that the lyrics in the song "Sail Away", were, in fact, "Save a Whale", which is a nice thing to do, but rather obscure and completely unrelated). Now for earbuds. I'm just kind of miffed at my earbuds right now, because the little foam thing that covers the plastic is continually falling of, which annoys me to no end. And you thought you had it bad. Did you know bees carry pollen on their legs?

A Classroom Haiku

I just finished math
Few things annoy me more
What's up with that, huh?

I'm looking forward,
Forward to Prince Caspian
Only three weeks more.

Soon I leave country,
Go to Ethiopia
Then to Andrew's grad.

Finished a good book
Must wait until June for next.
It's a good series.

Invincible's coming!
That's another book I want.
That comes out in May.

Leave on trip today.
I go to Walla Walla.
I see relatives.

Soon another trip.
We leave for San Francisco.
It's a Physics trip.

Well, that's all I've got.
I go play Moby Blaster.
Not great, but kills time.

Video Game Bosses

Now, I can handle the fact that in some games the boss at the end of the level is bigger or stronger or more skilled in the arts of whatever, but what abou those guys that look just like everyone else you've been fighting, but it turns out they're like ten times harder to kill? I mean, did they like take some potion that made them a slam-bam fighting machine? And, if so, why didn't every one of their meaningless henchmen that has nothing better to do than patrol your way in or out of something drink some? Case in point is this Geonosian dude I ran into on Mustafar in Battlefront II. For some odd reason, this guy had they entire 501st shooting at him, and it still took him two minutes to die. "Hey Mr. Creepy Bug, whatever you're on, why aren't you sharing?" It's all very confusing. Well, I gotta go rehash my meaningless life.

What's The Difference Between a Duck?

Ah, life. So soft, so soothing, and yet so droll and sometimes rather evil. As of now, it's decent. Spring Break is on, so I'm good. Only thing that's got me worried right now, is that I've been watching a lot of movies, and then they blur together in my dreams. Granted, it can be entertaining, but it can also make me think I'm losing my mind, which is impossible, because I haven't seen it in years. For instance, last night I dreamed that mutant humans who were freakified with cancer cures were messing with Arthur Dent while Mr. Incredible plotted his daring escape in the glass room with the sedated mutant. Then Will Smith pulls out the Point of View gun and shoots some cartoons, but it accidentally was altered with some sort of Kryptonite, and the cartoons were sucked into New York. Figure that one out.

When a Special Day Really Isn't

So, apparently there's this new law in effect (or possibly it's in affect, I can never tell), where today really isn't St. Patrick's Day because the big head honcho dudes at the Vatican decided you couldn't celebrate a St.'s day in the Holy Week or something. I really wouldn't care if today actually was St. Patrick's Day myself, but I figure I'll just let the Catholics figure it out for themselves while I sit here in my happy little Protestant shell and let the Catholics' promlems glance off. Been practicing some new songs on the guitar.

Cartoons and Their Music

Recently, I have had the privelage of revisitng some of the movies from my childhood, mainly, Aladdin and The Jungle Book. It's funny how I always used to think it was normal that people would just spontaneously break into song. Nowadays, though, the harsh reality that we are living in a musicless world has hit me with full ferocity, and I no longer entertain the delusion that life could be so interesting so as to inspire song in the hearts of men. I know that I certainly wouldn't be singing while I have a bunch of freaky-looking, snaggletooth, turban-wearing dudes after me with swords just because I swiped a loaf of bread. Similarly, I really can't picture myself singing along with four hippy vultures either. Oh well, maybe something exciting in my life is just around the corner. I said, "just around the corner"! Rats, it didn't jinx the fates. That only works when you really don't want something I guess.

Algebra 2 and Such Garbage as That

I don't know. It seems to me that nowadays, now that I'm in Algebra 2, even when you finally find the answer that the sadistic creators are looking for, you're still left with not a real answer. It's like they're trying to get you to get this letter subtracted from this number over the other number is equal to the square root of the other one, but you never actually get an answer you can sink your teeth into. Whatever happened to the good old days when you could just put a little 3 in a box and your teacher would give you a little pat-slap-whack on the back and tell you you were doing a good job? It's as if they think that as we get older we're satisfied with vaguer and vaguer answers that tell us absolutely nothing. Well, not me! I've had enough! I'm through with my 'x'!
Now, please excuse me as a go back to the dull routine of school and numbers that aren't really numbers.

Trying to Learn Things in a Fun Way

Ok, so we just got out of English class, and we were learning about how to commit things to memory in a fun way. The way I see it, any way you're having knowledge shoved down your throat isn't really going to be fun, but I don't see a problem with making it easier.
Well, that's all I got right now, so I'll just go eat another one of those awesome little tangerine Altoids on Mr. Gage's desk that I love so very, very much (the altoids, not the desk or Mr. Gage. That's another thing we were going over in English. I'm sure that means something, but I don't know what. Hmmmm.......).

Valentine's Day!

Okay, remind me again, what are we celebrating here? Seriously, if you look at it, Valentine's Day was basically just added to the calendar to have a holiday between Christmas and Easter. Personally, I think President's Day is more worthwhile, because we actually get a day off of school for that, but on Valentine's Day, those of us who are more of loners still have to go to school and feel like gagging every time someone does a 'sweet' thing. I don't know, I say we should show our love for each other all of the time, and if it's that kind of a love thing, then I'd rather not hear about it. Well, excuse me, I'm off to drown my sorrows and hide my deep, psychological troubles that this day has brought on in hot chocolate, and keep 'em coming.