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Friday, October 27, 2006

Tribute

Well. Valedictory supper. I never was one for formal occasions. Still, I didn't mind it. Went up to give an impromptu speech about how much chers and parents have helped me. Best part is, I was telling the truth.

Sleepover at school. Well, that's a misnomer. I got half an hour of sleep, tops. Arrived at 11: 45, after V supper, and rehearsed the final assembly till 4: 30. Then I couldn't bloody fall asleep. So I didn't. Thankfully my neighbours weren't snorers. Milled around for a bit, then helped to set up and stuff.

Note to self: Never drink coffee. Ever. Dehydration is a bitch.

Assembly went alright, I guess. Not as good as it could have been, but hell, I enjoyed myself. Got to dance. Did a weird move where I flip over my partner, legs in the air. Partner was a she. And she was flipping me. Fun fun phun. Only guy psycho enough to do the flipping.

Incidentally, I got an award for being psycho. Well, I'm glad they have the correct impression of me.

There were tears. Not from me, but several people did cry. For every tear, there was a hug. Hey, we may never see each other again, so why the hell not. This is the way a leaving class should go: All out. Let the tears and emotions flow.

Despite how much I bitch about the climate and the food and the service industry and other crap like that, I did actually enjoy my time with those guys. Whether they think the same of me is another story, but what the hell, this is my blog, and its my feelings. You guys have been great. Have wonderful lives, and God bless you all.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Bitching

No one understands. Yes, I am going to go into major emo bullshit/bitching. Well, maybe not major. Depends on the standard. Evanescence? Hell no. Even I can't top their shit.

Parents like to give advice. Fine, I'll stop picking on them. Adults like to give advice. There, I'm not picking on them now. I'm scolding the collective. Sometimes, we don't need advice. We don't want a pep talk. Sometimes a kid just wants to be left alone to feel like crap. Knowing that we could have pulled it off better really isn't the best thing to hear when you're feeling pissed off about something.

People are bastards. Everyone likes to scoff at the kid who gets high marks when he or she complains that he could have gotten more. People get pissed off when the rich ass complains of not having enough. Maybe rightly so. These people have been given stuff, so why complain?

That's the outsider talking.

Think about something you're good at. Do you like to be content at where you are? Hell no. Do you stop learning because you're top of your age group? Do you stop learning when you're top of the age group above the group you're supposed to be at? Does an athlete just one day decide not to run? (or jump or sprint or swim?) Does the richest man stop making money? Do the holiest of people just one day drop everything and say: "God, I think I've done enough."

Hell no.

Stop bitching when a gifted person is unhappy with their achievement. They have a God-given right to feel pissed if they think they could have done more. You have a God-given right to feel pissed if you think you could have done more with whatever the hell it is you're good at.

Stop being a selfish asshole. Not everything is about you. They are not comparing themselves to you. Why the hell should they? Are you the God-of-all-who-can-do-no-wrong-and-is-perfect-at-everything? No, you're not, amazing as it sounds. They have what they're good at, you have what you're good at. If they just happen to do ten times more in a certain area than you ever could and still want to bitch about how they could have done even more, so what? That doesn't reflect badly on you. It's their problem. Shame on them for not doing their best. It's not your problem, it's nothing to do with you, it doesn't make you any less of a person if they happen to do things better than you. Let them have their bitch-fit. For some people, passing is enough. For some, getting more than 75% is passing. There are those who think it amazing if they can push themselves to run half a click. There are those who run 10 without breaking a sweat. Some people understand stage production, some people do higher math. A guy complaining about that one question if not for which he could have gotten 100% might not be trying to make you feel bad. For all you know, he might honestly be scolding himself. And why not? If there is a 100% worth then a 100% should be possible. And if he can do it, well, power to him. Let him have his cry. Maybe to him 99% just isn't good enough. Maybe he was careless. Maybe he actually isn't trying to be a snob.

Stop putting yourself there. Stop comparing yourself to others. Stop thinking about yourself all the damn time. A guy's allowed to beat himself up for not putting in all he's got, and by telling him to shut up and be happy for what he's got, what message are you sending?

"It's ok to slack. It's ok to be second best. It's ok not to do your best. Go ahead. Don't go achieving what you really can. Be average. Be run-of-the-mill. Be garden veriety. Be normal. Don't excel. Don't exceed. Don't be someone really special with an amazing gift that no one else has. Don't excel in the one thing that you can do better than everyone else."

Hope you understand. Understand that it doesn't concern you. Understand that I'm not being proud. Understand that sometimes, I don't want your advice. Really think you know what to do in my case? What makes you so sure?

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Psychoses

Yesterday, I had the freakiest dream. The crown of two of my teeth, think it was the premolars, fell off. They got lost, then the rest of the tooth fell out. The inside was all black. Then, in the dream, I went to wash the tooth and the enamel turned perfectly clear, clearer than glass. Psychology students, go nuts.

Season finale of House. Best. Show. Ever. Poor guy, his eye and testicle swell with blood and explode. Swollen tongue impedes breathing, had biopsies everywhere, blood-brain barrier cut into. Oh yeah. It was ALL a hallucination. Brilliant.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Strange

Been having strange dreams lately, which is strange for me because I usually don't dream. By strange, I mean nightmares. I kind of like them though. It's a nice change.

Calculus exam today, by far the most painful. The only one I didn't finish. I wrote shit, I just didn't finish writing shit. Oh well.

Strange urge to be a father rising again. No, I'm not one yet. Probably a good thing.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Time needed

Had a long long talk. Family history. No, I'm not going to post any of it here. Just motivated I guess. It's a new feeling for me, so give me some time.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Funkiness

English exam. Wrote an entire extra essay because I had time.

Quote of the day: The thing is, Adam, time travel is like visiting Paris. You can't just read the guidebook, you've got to throw yourself in. Eat the food, use the wrong verbs, get charged double and end up kissing complete strangers... or is that just me? - Doctor Who, the Ninth Doctor

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Not something you hear everyday

Exams have started. Whee. Already have a headache. Should probably study.

Quote of the day: (While surfing deviantart) Have some boobs.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Wheehee

Went to church. Whee. Enjoyed it. Music was horribly loud though.

Love language quiz. In order:
1. Quality Time
2. Touch
3. Words of Affirmation
4. Acts of Service
5. Gifts

Whee.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Instinct

Saw a woman who obviously had numerous plastic surgeries. Its like if I asked her how old she was, she'd ask "Which part?" Damn, her face was like some kind of demented jigsaw. Seriously girls, plastic surgery? It doesn't make you look good. Hell no. Not even breast augmentation because, trust me, it is scarily obvious. Men are a lot smarter than we let you believe. It does not make you look sexy. Truth be told, looking at jigsaw woman made me feel like my balls were slowly shrinking, like some kind of genetic self-preservation/continuance-of-the-species-for-the-good-of-the-damn-species shit was kicking in and telling me that if I looked for too long, my balls and related organs would shrink so much they'd turn non-existant, all to stop me from being able to copulate with anything so hideous.

Thank God for these instincts. I was going to make a Holy War reference, but in the interests of not pissing people off, forget it.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

When science and God...

Playing Dirge of Cerberus. I like it.

Went to party thing. Did what I usually do.

Quotes:
I'm going to leave now before I'm consumed by the estrogen.
I don't want to be a spiritual Lenz.

P.S. If you know what the second one means without having to wiki it, congrats, you are a religious nerd.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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