I can't really rant too much about my day because well, I did absolutely nothing today.
But while I was grabbing my coffee in the Union today, I walked past a group of people with FREE HUGS signs.
Honestly, I couldn't believe it. That youtube video I had watched so long ago, well it was happening right here, in the college I'm attending. To the point that when one of the girls said "Free hug?" I laughed. I really hope she didn't think I was laughing at her, I really couldn't believe she was asking me. And I would have come back and asked for a hug, but today... I just didn't want to be touched.
I realized how many different things I'm interested in. A quick wiki introduced me to a martial art called "Aikido". This one is interesting. While other arts aim to attack and inflict damage, Aikido is more of the "disarming" of an opponent. Think self-defense classes with 40 year old women trying to disarm a knifeman meets grappling. As wiki puts it:
"Aikido is performed by blending with the motion of the attacker and redirecting the force of the attack rather than opposing it head-on."
So say someone punches you straight on, you would push the arm away as it came at you, expelling much less energy than he used to throw it at you. Now times that by a hundred and apply to every another person can try to harm you. Kicks, punches, grabs, knives, close-range firearms, etc. Perfect for the not-so-defenseless women and perfect for me, who'd prefer not to smash your face in. Much like my choice to join wrestling in high school and my dislike in boxing and other striking sports.
Also on my list of interests today, cars. More specifically, fast cars.
I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious and Toyko Drift for the first time today. This is after I've start playing Need For Speed: Most Wanted again. And while I nearly died at the terrible acting in 2 Fast I found a new love for muscle cars, or as they called it "American Muscle". And then Toyko drift introduced me to a much better storyline, acting, and drifting.
Personally, I've always had a thing against import tuners. As Clint Eastwood put it: "Don't put a damn spoiler or anything on it [the Gran Torino] like the rest of those zipperheads . It looks fine the way it is." To me, those punks that like to have flames and spoilers and all sorts of shits to make their car look "sick", they're doing the opposite. Denzel Washington said something in American Gangster that I really agree with. "The loudest one in the room, is usually the weakest one." He proceeded to go about his gangster business in nothing more than a simple business suit, and met his demise only after he accepted an extragent coat from his girlfriend.
The same applies to cars. In my Most Wanted game, I'm currently driving a Lamborgini Gallardo, all the best parts, maxed out stats and everything. I could have easily given it slick wheels, a flashy paint job, and decals all over so you can't even see the paint. But no, I gave it a bold yellow coat, simple black rims, black window tint, black spoiler (it looked naked without it).
The end result? A simple color scheme that absolutely fit the car. I'll post a picture of it later.
One of my close friends who live in Georgia is currently picking up cars as a hobby. As much as I hate to admit it, he probably knows more about cars than I do. I definitely spent a good portion of today imagining going down there, buying a car, tuning the shit of it, winning a few races and living life.
But then I remembered I'm a student.
I think I've written enough. Even with an hour nap at 9, I'm exhausted. I'm too specific in these blogs. And I haven't even written close to as much as I want to... whatever.
Also, here's to the three new friends I made on DC++ who are probably all reading this and talking to me at the same time.
And to Roxanne, who doesn't deserve the shit I give her on certain nights. Happy anniversary babe.
And to the growing number of people who care in this world, you're proving me wrong every single day.
Song: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Teenager in Love (cover)
Mood: Content.
Food for Thought: "Being a gemini is all about going where ever the wind takes you."
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Blog premier?
Uh... I'm completely new to this blogging thing. So many confusing features and no time to figure it out. But basically, I now have a public domain to speak my mind to the few people out there who care to read. I can tell you future blogs may contain explicit language, may cover grim and depressing topics, may go against mainstream society, may utterly confuse the hell out of you, may make bold statements, may contain spelling and grammatical errors, may help me discover myself, may help you learn about me, and may help you discover yourself.
But it will definitely have sarcasm, humor, satire and lots of bold and italicize words at random sizes and colors.
"Let's get started..."
Today was Monday, February seventeenth in the year two thousand and nine. Today was quite possibly the most stressful day I've had this semester.
Though I saw it coming a week ago, my natural procrastinator secret identity refused to let me study seriously until last night, at around 7PM. At the same time I had chemistry homework due today at noon. Not the typical flip-your-book-open-to-obscure-page-that-you'll-never-look-back-at-again-until-the-final and do problems 1 to 185. I'd give anything to do that old school pen and paper homework.
No, not the University of Buffalo. They have taken the liberty of creating 14 or so problems from the week's lecture and putting in a nice online homework program called 'Mastering Chemistry'.
They should instead call it 'Mastering the Art of Cheating with all your Friends'.
Here's how the program works: It typically gives you 6 or 8 exercises along side these pop-up windows that give you 'hints'. Now these hints are extremely useful, and really break down the problem into bite sized pieces for typical retarded college students such as myself. These problems may have as few as 2 or 3 hints to as much as 5 or 6. But you have typically 2 to 5 of those exercises, each with so many hints.
But that's the manageable part of the homework.
They then throw at you 4 or 5 exercises that test your knowledge of the chapter from the exercises you had just completed. These do not have hints, and most students that try to do them have no chance in getting it right. Because these exercises are the mother of all exercises and are designed to make you look back at the exercises you've just completed, realize that this exercise is nothing like you've ever seen, and then scream in frustration when you realize you had the right answer but doesn't accept the answer as you have inputted it.
Case in point, online chemistry homework is the worst thing ever invented.
I woke up this morning, like I do every other Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. At 8 o'clock on the dot, fall asleep for 10 minutes when the snooze wakes me up, fall asleep for another 10 when my phone alarm wakes me up and stumble out of bed disorientated and start walking on my right foot which now has a strange pain fresh out of the bed.
I had been "studying" for days for my cellular biology exam today, which consists of 36 or so of the most goddamn specific questions about the smallest bits of information. By studying, I was reading all six chapters that the test would cover, all 288 pages of it.
Needless to say, I gave up on that Sunday night and began looking over the slides the Star Wars geek of a professor decided to put up on Blackboard a day after the lecture took place.
The test started out pretty good. I am pretty sure I got the first two problems right. The rest of the test, is completely iffy. I'm sorry I don't know how to recognize the nuclear envelope of a prokaryotic cell by just looking at the protein bi-layer, professor. I'll remember next time.
After that hell fest, I went down the Student Union, grabbed the same grilled southwest chicken sandwich I've been grabbing for the last week, a large coffee and a fruit that I bring home to put in my dorm's fridge.
This was after I went to the university electronics store to pick up the same JVC marshmallow headphones I had bought the last four times I needed headphones. These were 5 dollars cheaper than I had previously purchased, and came in white. Which matches my silver PSP much better than the cotton candy blue I had previously.
Anyways, enjoying the extra mushiness of the headphones, I finished up the chemistry homework, got my 85 and went back to my dorm to write my article for the Student Association.
The Visions is a student operated magazine that distributes around campus I think twice a month. I had done an interview with the Women's Tennis Team on Saturday and was now suppose to write a 4,200 character article about them.
8 hours later, I had 3,200 characters. But a very well written and flowing article. I submitted that to my editor, hoping she would find something I could add on for me to do tomorrow.
And thus ends my very stressful Monday.
Music: The Calling - Our Lives
Currently: Tired
Food for Thought: "I've come to realize... it's not that people have more free time, it's you keep yourself occupied in yours in much more productive ways."
PS. I didn't include you in this blog because I'm not sure how you'd feel about it. But know that I love you more than anything, and hope you feel better soon.
But it will definitely have sarcasm, humor, satire and lots of bold and italicize words at random sizes and colors.
"Let's get started..."
Today was Monday, February seventeenth in the year two thousand and nine. Today was quite possibly the most stressful day I've had this semester.
Though I saw it coming a week ago, my natural procrastinator secret identity refused to let me study seriously until last night, at around 7PM. At the same time I had chemistry homework due today at noon. Not the typical flip-your-book-open-to-obscure-page-that-you'll-never-look-back-at-again-until-the-final and do problems 1 to 185. I'd give anything to do that old school pen and paper homework.
No, not the University of Buffalo. They have taken the liberty of creating 14 or so problems from the week's lecture and putting in a nice online homework program called 'Mastering Chemistry'.
They should instead call it 'Mastering the Art of Cheating with all your Friends'.
Here's how the program works: It typically gives you 6 or 8 exercises along side these pop-up windows that give you 'hints'. Now these hints are extremely useful, and really break down the problem into bite sized pieces for typical retarded college students such as myself. These problems may have as few as 2 or 3 hints to as much as 5 or 6. But you have typically 2 to 5 of those exercises, each with so many hints.
But that's the manageable part of the homework.
They then throw at you 4 or 5 exercises that test your knowledge of the chapter from the exercises you had just completed. These do not have hints, and most students that try to do them have no chance in getting it right. Because these exercises are the mother of all exercises and are designed to make you look back at the exercises you've just completed, realize that this exercise is nothing like you've ever seen, and then scream in frustration when you realize you had the right answer but doesn't accept the answer as you have inputted it.
Case in point, online chemistry homework is the worst thing ever invented.
I woke up this morning, like I do every other Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. At 8 o'clock on the dot, fall asleep for 10 minutes when the snooze wakes me up, fall asleep for another 10 when my phone alarm wakes me up and stumble out of bed disorientated and start walking on my right foot which now has a strange pain fresh out of the bed.
I had been "studying" for days for my cellular biology exam today, which consists of 36 or so of the most goddamn specific questions about the smallest bits of information. By studying, I was reading all six chapters that the test would cover, all 288 pages of it.
Needless to say, I gave up on that Sunday night and began looking over the slides the Star Wars geek of a professor decided to put up on Blackboard a day after the lecture took place.
The test started out pretty good. I am pretty sure I got the first two problems right. The rest of the test, is completely iffy. I'm sorry I don't know how to recognize the nuclear envelope of a prokaryotic cell by just looking at the protein bi-layer, professor. I'll remember next time.
After that hell fest, I went down the Student Union, grabbed the same grilled southwest chicken sandwich I've been grabbing for the last week, a large coffee and a fruit that I bring home to put in my dorm's fridge.
This was after I went to the university electronics store to pick up the same JVC marshmallow headphones I had bought the last four times I needed headphones. These were 5 dollars cheaper than I had previously purchased, and came in white. Which matches my silver PSP much better than the cotton candy blue I had previously.
Anyways, enjoying the extra mushiness of the headphones, I finished up the chemistry homework, got my 85 and went back to my dorm to write my article for the Student Association.
The Visions is a student operated magazine that distributes around campus I think twice a month. I had done an interview with the Women's Tennis Team on Saturday and was now suppose to write a 4,200 character article about them.
8 hours later, I had 3,200 characters. But a very well written and flowing article. I submitted that to my editor, hoping she would find something I could add on for me to do tomorrow.
And thus ends my very stressful Monday.
Music: The Calling - Our Lives
Currently: Tired
Food for Thought: "I've come to realize... it's not that people have more free time, it's you keep yourself occupied in yours in much more productive ways."
PS. I didn't include you in this blog because I'm not sure how you'd feel about it. But know that I love you more than anything, and hope you feel better soon.
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