Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, etc.

Hey kiddies. So listen, I took my math exam today and I'm thinking I didn't do all that well. Nowhere near spectacular... not that I expected to. Eh.

Oh, there's a ridiculously annoying car alarm going off at the moment, and it's not the cool one that Dane Cook writes lyrics to.

Anywho.

Only one more exam until I'm finished, and then I'm leaving on Friday!!!!! I miss my Jupiter life.

BLAH, I can't think with all this alarming. I'm going to take a shower.

Ehhhhh, go listen to some Bloc Party!!!

Oh, creepy shadows.

You know what's fantastic? When you make friends with customers. It's almost my favorite.
Too bad I'm quitting and will never see them again.

Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.

When watching anime, I find that I prefer the subtitles to the dubbed versions. I don't know why. It might just be for Full Metal Alchemist. Maybe not. I think, you know, I can hear English any time I want. It's boring. The Japanese language is sweet. It's got a seriously cool sound to it.

So that's good.

I'm moving back home in 3 weeks!!!

I'm SO excited! ... I'll miss my buddies though. A lot.

I witnessed a car accident today. I was driving, and the guy in front of me somehow hit this other car that went rolling away and his trunk was basically in his back seat. It would've been me had I been there about 20 seconds earlier. INTENSE!

In my head today:
"Fences," a cover by Paramore.
"Bloody Valentine," by Good Charlotte.
"Feels Like the First Time," by Boston.
"Long Train Runnin'" by the Doobie Brothers.

Today I recommend:
"Heartbreaker," by Grand Funk Railroad.

I'm sayin'

Do you know what no holds-barred fighting is?
An actual quote from an actual flyer for an actual NHB fighting class:

"No holds-barred is a game not restricted by rules. Almost anything can be done."

Another insane quote? But of course:

"In actual fighting and self-defense there are no rules. There are techniques to learn which can sway the balance of power."

A third?

"Discounts for advanced students." Which, loosely translated, means "Kill someone, pay less."


Oh, and by the way, the instructor's name is Stephen Wokee.
Srsly.



Nice.

My tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.

In the spirit of coordinating brain and mouth:

Hey, do you know how hard that is?

My conundrum is as follows:

Brilliant ideas often flow through the fantastical labyrinth that is my mind. But somewhere in the process of verbalization, somewhere between thought and speech, they become muddled. Somehow, my thoughts, when rules of grammar, syntax, and vocabulary are applied, come out as whimsical ideas that have no substance. Let's say that I am this amazingly talented quarterback... I don't know, say, Tom Brady. (That's not too much of a stretch now, is it?) And I've firmly decided in my mind to throw a perfectly placed 50 yard pass to one excellent receiver (let's say, Randy Moss). But somewhere between that decision and the action to make it come to life, things get caught in some sort of mind-storm. My muscles decide to follow a different path, and instead of reaching the intended, the ball ends up about 48 yards shy of Randy, and into the hands of Laurence Maroney. Now, Maroney is, indeed, an excellent running back, but he is not, alas, a receiver. So while Moss is at the five yard line, completely open, Maroney will now have to fight to reach the end zone. The goal is to get the ball to the end zone. While both Moss and Maroney are capable, the effort exhorted with each situation is drastically different. And there is a greater chance that Maroney cannot break through those defensive lines, and thus, the ball is not delivered to the end zone.

Do we see, now, what I am trying to say? If you don't, it only further cements the point I'm trying to make. I find that people have an immensely difficult time with understanding the things I say. When it is merely unimportant speech, I'm more apt to convey those thoughts accurately. But when something is of great importance to me, when I feel passionate about it, words fail me. Not words, exactly, more like... the English language. I feel that if I knew every language on earth, I would have no problem relaying with speech the musings of my mind. But I suppose in that case, I would most likely use many different languages in one sentence, thus, confusing my listener even more. Ah, here's a better would-be solution: If my thoughts would just write themselves. Or maybe... I feel like if my hands could write or type at the speed of my own thoughts, I'd be in the clear. But we would still have the problem of verbal communication. Because to speak as fast as my thoughts occur, well, do I need to go into the trouble that would cause?

Time for some real life application:
I've recently taken to writing a story. I've had this story implanted and playing in my mind for... well, at least a year now. When my mind drifts off and is not involved with real situational thoughts, it writes my story. But the moment I try to take that story out of my brain and place it into this computer, or onto paper... Well, try this: Try to envision your thoughts. Take your thoughts, make them into something tangible, floating in your skull. Got it? Now, imagine that all those thoughts simultaneously make a mad dash to the exit of your head. You've got quite a jumble on your hands now don't you? Exactly what it feels like every time I try to write something worth while. Some thoughts start to break the barrier, but their not sequentially accurate.

Another IRL application? Trying to compose the above paragraph describing my problem, while battling it at the same time.

Regulus?

So... yeah, I'm not Vegan anymore. I can't do it.

So there's that.

Plus, what kind of Italian would I be if I wouldn't eat meat or cheese? In the grand scheme of things, that means no raviolis, no meatballs, no braciole, no cannolis(!), and basically no other delicious Italian pastries. I would be absolutely miserable at family dinners. Italians aren't meant to be Vegan. :]

In honor of my un-Vegan-ing, I made myself a delectable plate of Rigatoni with garlic sauce and CHEESE on top. It was amazing.

Plus, I work at Ben & Jerry's, so when I had a sweet tooth you know what I had to try and satiate it with?
... SORBET! (Bleh.)

I missed my Coconut Seven Layer Bar.

Alright then.

In my head today (and yesterday):
"Gone for Good," by the Shins.
"Love Hurts," by Incubus.
"Starlight," by Muse.
"Shake It," by Metro Station.

Today I recommend:
"Everything's Magic," by Angels & Airwaves.


( I love that this video is about waiting for a UFO. It's good to see that Tom's affinity for aliens still abounds. )

What's up, 4 am?

You're right.

What?

I don't know.
So I closed tonight... last night. I got home at like 2:30am, and decided I wanted to swim. So I did. :]

And now I'm eating peas and corn and being cool. I'm considering un-vegan-ing myself. I don't know... I really enjoy red meat! And it's not as if I eat it all the time. I'm really doing this for health reasons, and I can be healthy and eat meat. Dairy is something else. Cow's milk really isn't suited for us humans... but I don't know. I'm still wondering about the whole thing. So we'll see.

Okay... here's the other thing... I'm still hungry!

In my head today:
"Cherbourg," by Beirut.
"Anna Molly," by Incubus.
"Warning," by Incubus.
"Lido Shuffle," by Boz Scaggs.

Today I recommend:
"Love Hurts," by Incubus.

Did you just say cheese?

Blah!

So basically, I really really really really love Full Metal Alchemist and I can't stand that there's not a million episodes. It makes me sad. :(

"I'm not great at the advice... can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?"

^ That's me, in a nutshell. (Well, actually it's Chandler, but can you see the parallel?)

Alright, so being vegan is tough! I keep having doubts. But I'm thinking it's just because I really want chocolate and I can't have it! Well, actually I think I can, but not milk chocolate... I don't know. Anyway, now I'm just rambling, but you know what? I'm fine with that.

I don't feel like naming songs right now... so just go listen to some Incubus.

Peace.
:D