My Little Babblebox

WOO! MY ROBIN HOOD CAME! WOO!!!!

Okay, I'll stop now.

Tourney updates tomorrow night! Maybe...

Colds suck.

WEIRD ASS MOOD ALERT:

it's 12:15 AM. I should be
1)doing my physics lab and
2) sleeping.
But! I went out with JewJoe and Matt(not MattJew, other Matt) and imbibed about half a gallon of iced tea in about 15 minutes, so I'm WIRED AS ALL HELL right now. All I wanna do(and all I have done for the last 45 minutes) is play Disney songs. Crap. Gotta work. Gotta stop being SO DAMN HYPER!!! WOO! EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT!!! *dances off into the moonlight*

Okay, this word goes out to everyone who has ever owned an XBox:

It is your sole purpose in life to go out and snag Kung Fu Chaos! GO NOW! BEST GAME EVER! Fuses Jackie Chan movies, Ooga Booga, and Power Stone! AWESOME!

Coming back to IE a few hours later, we have more to say.
My photo is on the wall at McClintock's Steakhouse! I defeated the great and very very frightening Baron of Higuera, a one pound mass of ground beef smothered in cheese and wrapped by a massive flavorful bun. That's right, A POUND of meat. I don't think I can ever eat a burger again.

Also, side note: Email programs are stupid. "Returned to sender. Reason: email contains virus." So... why do I want it again?

More work to do, not much time to do it. Ta-ta for now!

Had something almost intellectual(Space chinchillas!) to say this time around, but then I looked at it and kinda went OW. Some things were definitely meant to stay in the brain. ADHD based rambles count double. But, the blogging process started once again: It must be carried to a conclusion. Or something. Meh.

*reboots self*
LOADING...
ooh! A butterfly!
How did the world "Butterfly" happen? Who saw a flying insect somewhere and thought it looked like a hovering wad of Country Crock? Oops... that kinda sounds nasty. Gotta be a better word for them. I mean, they're more like airborne tie-dye than dairy products gone berserk. Something elegant and French, like "aerocolors"(translation: "we surrender") or something. Granted, that sounds like a word for spray paint, but something like that.

There is a point to all of this, and it's quite simple: if you throw butter at a wall, you don't make an insect; you make a pissed off roommate.


...and this is why ADHD is fun!

Dude. Best part of Final Fantasy X: The space chinchillas.

Back to some sort of equilibrium. Not going up anytime soon, but the crying ended.

In any case. Nobody wants to hear that crap anyway, so I'm going to make a sincere effort to keep it to myself. Sorry about that. This blog is steadily turning into just another one-man soap opera of teen angst, which is something I'd rather not do. I'd rather make it *somewhat* artistic or something.

For those of you who read this(one? two?), you already know I'm a Poly student. As such, you know that my day, like any good Poly student, involves a LOT of walking. With music being more difficult to set up than it need be, I spend those walking times(30+ minutes a day) thinking. Sometimes about the past, sometimes about class, but more often than not, my mind wanders more than even I do. This makes as good a place to ramble as any; I doubt anyone even reads this thing anymore, so hey.

Well, I was gonna say more, but... I'm tired. Sleep? Or Blog? Now THAT'S a no-brainer. I salute you, O inquisitive reader, but I have nothing more for you tonight. Try again next time.

Why the fuck do I even try anything?

If ever I do something RIGHT, it, or something else, will ALWAYS blow up in my face within thirty minutes. Thirty goddamn minutes, every single fucking time.

Slaving my ass off for 11 weeks produced nothing higher than a B, and not even a B average(3 B's and a C equals a C. How about that.). NOT slaving produced... B's and C's. So why should I give a shit anymore?

It's just a matter of goddamn time before I flunk out of this school. Which, at this point, is just freaking fine with me. I sincerely wonder, often, if I'm supposed to even be here. I don't know. I really don't much care anymore.

What's the point of it all anyway?

Fuck Computers.

All computers, everywhere. Fuck 'em.

Every goddamn time I go to try to get some fucking component hooked into my hellhole of a computer, it doesn't work. I'd accept a hardware issue, or incompatible software. Hell, I'd be fine with some piece of crap that worked half the time. But no. I've had all this and more for this piece of shit-ass hard drive, and all I get is some crappy-ass software that FUCKING CRASHES. The drive install software goddamn crashes.

I no longer care. If you see my system on the lawn behind my room with a computer-shaped hole in the window, take the fucker. Be my goddamn guest.

I'm going to bed now.

Ah, the sheer pleasures of the Internet, more formally known as the United Kingdom of Porn...

Home is nice; getting here was definitely half the fun. Our trip was at the absolute fruitiest hours, from the time In-N-Out closes(Kettleman City) to the time the donut stores open(Roseville). This makes for much tired weirding on the road, with an obscenely sugary finish. WAHOO! Went to RVGL tonight... full comboed Drop Out doubles(braggity braggity brag), and they *just* put in a Disney's Rave. Oh man. JOY. Nobody else derives half as much pleasure as me from Electrical Parade(Retro Future Mix). Poor Extreme machine... player 2 is in a coma, with not one but TWO dead arrows. As long as one pad works, I'll be somewhat happy, albeit feeling a little cheated(Stupid Poly, being all cheap an' stuff).

Home life is always interesting. My parents' bathroom is under reconstruction, so that leaves my bathroom as the only one with a working shower. I don't even need to tell ya, that paints a funky little picture. Brother is getting frighteningly good at his various PS2 games(AAs without sound is just plain WRONG), dad's got tons of pretty pretty toys for his telescope(in a word: webcam).

I like coming home.