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Monday, August 23, 2010

Girrrrls and Boooyyys in Draaamaaa (we're not all old enough for Caaaarrrrs yet)

What is it about girls that makes them so complicated? Guys are so simple (sometimes to the point of stupidity in some cases (through girl eyes, of course), but in others it just makes things easier. You have a beef with someone, and you go right up them and have a "WTF?" headbutting confrontation, and you either resolve to get over it and be buds again, or to just part ways, live and let live. But girls...no, with girls everything is drawn out, micro analyzed. You can't tell someone to their face if you have a problem, you just complain to your friends about, and through friends of her friends of your friends, you find out much later, after a period of time in which you thought you were still friends. Then you talk about it to your friends, and if you ever get up the guts to face her, she blows you off. Is it something in our biology that necessitates the generation of meaningless drama?

Drama, that's where it all started for me. Most of my friends now are my friends from high school, and most of those friends were from being in theatre. Is it just me, and my groups of friends ("friends") being in theatre that makes us this way, or are all girls like this? Sometimes, I wish I could just be a guy for a couple days or so, just to see what it's like. Or read peoples minds. Either one.

Friday, August 20, 2010

I compose a masterpiece (well really just it's title, to begin with)

It's funny how people affect our lives in the smallest ways. For the past several years of my computing life, I have uses variations of the same username, chiohchan, for pretty much everything. But while logging into to my Toontown account (yes, you read that right, and no I'm not under the age of 12) I realized I have my sister's boyfriend to thank for breaking me out of that potentially unsafe habit. Him and his xbox, that is. During the school year, my sister and her boyfriend Greg both attend the same college and work at the same place, only about 10 minutes away from our house, but about an hour and a half from Greg. This summer, Greg came to stay at our house because of a summer class, and he brought his xbox with him. It was on this xbox that I honed my skills at Halo and Call of Duty. But on these games, you are not yourself: greg is gdrums, my sister sara: saraflute, and I...well I was myself, for lack of a better idea. I'm not a music major like my two fellow gamers, but rather an English major. So what then, would be my substitute title? What is my instrument? I didn't want to use chiohchan again, and that got me to thinking about all the technology in my life that required passwords, and then about technology in general. You see, being an english major, I loooove books. But the paper and ink kind, not the pixels and LED bulb kind. I have nothing against machines like the kindel or the iPad, I just resent the self-important technology freaks who say it will replace books. It was then that I smiled. I became ebooks7. Not electronic books, but eliza's books. And a 7 for luck. Luck that I'll need to protect my instrument from the digital age.

0500 hours

Woke up at 5 am this morning. Not sure if that's a good thing if it was induced by waking from a cold sweat, going back to bed, and then needing pay another visit to the bathroom, going back to bed, and then deciding the hell. Normally I like the early morning when I wake up naturally as opposed to having to drag myself out of bed for some early event. Problem, was it wasn't a natural, well-rested awakening. We'll see how this bodes later in the day. Milk was a good choice today. Especially with Cheerios and Granola.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Go figure.

I got them all right yet was somehow missing 5%. Was it my attitude?

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Just your average Thursday...

We bought a car today. Don't take my nonchalant tone to be that of a spoiled brat with 3 (now 4 Bmw's to match my silver Fendi purses. I don't even own my own car cuz I share with my mom. But our family also had an elderly Ford, and my parents decided it would be a prudent investment to get a new car. Well, new to us. It's actually from 2002. But it still feels new to me. It was a really good price, for a car. But still a lot of money. My mom has had "buyer's remorse" all day today and it makes me really sad. The source of this distress? $$$. Those small symbols ruin everything. And I'm not so sure that having it is better than not having it.
Another one of my problems is: I get really attached to things. I like my current car. It's a silver Volvo S70 named Norbert Edward. He's the car I learned to drive on; am still learning to drive on. I just finally got my dad to let me put a couple stickers on it: Uconn; my college, Smith; my last name; a Danish flag for my heritage, and bone shaped magnet from sister with "I love my cairn terrier." He has scrape on his left bumper from when I backed up into my improv teacher's bug. He has a Mickey Mouse/Jack Sparrow antenna topper from disney world, sitting inside the compartment btwn the two front seats so I see it whenever I take my ipod out, but won't get lost or stolen being attached to an external part of the car. I finally got all the 6 buttons on the radio programmed to my favorite [classical music] stations. (Other music is hat the ipod is for. But Norbert is still older than Percy, the name my mom chose for the CR-V which I liked because of Percy Jackson. And they're just cars. So why am I feeling so sentimental?


Thursday, August 12, 2010

How to be Smart: And Idiot's Guide to Intelligence

You know, come to think of it, a lot of being right is not actually being right. A lot of it is sounding right. I know, I know, this sounds really egotistical. But the way I see it is that you can be three things: be right, sound right, or be wrong. Sometimes when you know the answer, you just know. And that's being right. It's same with being wrong. I won't go into be right or wrong by accident because the only thing that matters is what you think, and if you think you're wrong, even if you're not, you're still doubting yourself and it makes you sound wrong. Sounding is different. It's more like a promise. When you want to convince someone of something, but you're not sure of your facts, the most important thing is to sound right at the time so you get the point across, but you make a secret promise to find out later if you actually are. If you were in fact right, then congratulations, you saved yourself from having to deal with the other person's doubts that sprang your own. If you're not, it's up to you whether or not you want to bring it up again. If it's a slight alteration of the truth, it may not matter, like if the earth is 12 or 13 billion lightyears from some other celestial body. But if it's something that will have serious repercussions because of your error, it will only make you look stupid to ignore. The smartest to do is alert the person of the truth with the most grace as possible. Because certain things go together. Intelligence and grace. Ignorance; almost synonymous with idiocy. Don't be an idiot. Look the part. Be the part.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Make your own ipod case!

Hello and and welcome back...to myself. Unfortunately I can't explain away the 7 month hiatus between this and my last post, but sometimes that's just the way some things are. I suppose I have Apple, their ridiculous prices, and my mother to thank for this, which will shortly become and Instructables-like post. To explain: I just recently caved into popular consumer culture and purchased a macbook pro to replace my 2nd withering Dell. I received a free ipod touch with it, but the package was still enormously expensive. I started looking into cases for both of the latter in order to protect my investment, but my investment was such that I do not feel comfortable enough with my current funds that I am willing to shell out another wad of cash to meet their outrageously priced protective equipment. While scouring the internets for cheaper options, my mother scoffed at the necessity and told me to make my own out of "duct tape or something," citing as her examples some of the amazing innovations people have done (wallets, dresses, etc) with the wonderful aforementioned tape. Though she was joking, she planted the seed of a brilliant idea in the mind of one tired of seeking other people's creativity. Why not have a customizable case? I immediately applied myself to Amazon's wares and found exactly what I was looking for: a perfectly clear $2 ipod case (free shipping for students ^_^). Here's where the instructions comes in:
Instead of buying a case you like with a cool design, simply print out a picture of it and affix under the clear case and voila! Instant (and protected) design for your ipod! You can put virtually anything cool and ipod-sized in there! I reccommed:
-decorated business cards
-cool clothing tags
-unique playing cards
-embellished bookmarks
-funny nametags (i.e. Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father...)
-your favorite movie tickets
-exotic candy wrappers