This has got to be one of the weirdest days.
I think this all stemmed from last night when Mom told us to leave her behind so we can go bring my aunt to work and just come back to get her afterwards. Me, Dad, and Jeff were rather stunned and complied. Dad came back to get her, and she was content. Now starts today...
First off, i wake up and see mom wearing a screen-tee saying "Beer is proof that God loves us." Mom doesn't like alcohol and hates those that are drunkards even more.
Secondly, Mom actually wanted to invite auntie over for dinner. You heard...er...read me right. The same mom that practically opened the front door and gave my aunt the boot out of this house only days after her husband died, just asked my aunt to have dinner with us. The words "who are you and what happened to my mom" come to mind.
Thirdly, she asked if Jayme was coming by or going to be around for some strange reason. I told her that she was going to a baby shower, and she asked why i wasn't going. Then it dawned on her that it was a BABY SHOWER. "oh yeah, that's a woman thing. You don't want to go to that."
Went to neighbor Diana's grad party at a local chinese buffet. Greeted her by saying, "Congratulations, welcome to the unemployed club!" She was amused. We joked about not wanting to work and just go back to school. I'm not ready to go back yet to go for my Masters. It'd be nice, but not very practical right now. Perhaps later after some experience under my belt, I'd try to go for say UCSD or SDSU graduate engineering program in hopes of further studies in robotics. I have this dream of being the creator of something revolutionary. Something that we all have dreamt of but never able to bring a reality. A spaceship capable of light speed? Would be nice. A.I. that is guaranteed NOT to betray its user? I know jack schitt about comp programming, but would be nice. Persocoms? Ha! Not if Jayme had anything to say about it. Creator of the basic skeleton of what will become a Mobile Suit? (As in Gundam) Heh, the warmonger in me says definitely. The ego-driven inventor in me says go for it. The peace-loving pacifist in me says over my dead body. But like I said, would be nice.
I bring games with me in order to amuse myself in the absense of my computer in order to play WoW, Guild Wars, CoH, etc etc. What do I do? put WoW on my laptop to see if it runs it, play WoW on jeff's newly updated computer (as least i was compensated for the upgrades.) and play old SNES games. The only times I did play something that was next-gen console gaming was the massive multiplayer Halo-ness during my grad party and jen's (shin_ekomi) party, trying Enthusia Professional Racing (damn I can't drive. But i can sure squeeze inbetween cars in a Beetle.) and showing off RE4 to my brother. The same brother I scared to death with the cinematics of the first Resident Evil. I was so sadistic back then. *sigh* Times are tough.
So yeah, before I go on a rant of every little thought in my head. I shall bid good night.
Oh wait, I've got one last question for those that actually read me. Say you (the reader) are dating/engaged/some-sort-of-romantic-relationship-that-seems-to-be-going-nowhere with a person of the opposite sex. (or same if you would prefer, whatever the case may be.) A sibling shows signs of interest with said significant other, but jokes about it just being random thoughts or something like that that just gets shoved underneath the rug if you know what i mean. Then you find evidence that suggests that sibling is fooling around with said significant other. Who do you punish? SO? Sibling? Both? Neither? What would you do?
Yeah, inspired from one of my mangas, which inspired something that i will prolly write in another pseudo-film-noir-fashion again, but don't quite know which way to steer the story. You know, that one creative writing course i took that one summer with what's-his-name, that creepy yet very amsuing CCS prof that saw that I had some budding talent for writing but needed to break out of writing genre...Corwin?....Corum! yeah that's it. Anyways, those classes feel like they're beginning to pay off. I dunno. Maybe doing the whole film-noir style is becoming my writing style now. It feels comfortable, that's for sure. Ah hell, I'm ranting again. Alright, shutting up now.
Good night.
First off, i wake up and see mom wearing a screen-tee saying "Beer is proof that God loves us." Mom doesn't like alcohol and hates those that are drunkards even more.
Secondly, Mom actually wanted to invite auntie over for dinner. You heard...er...read me right. The same mom that practically opened the front door and gave my aunt the boot out of this house only days after her husband died, just asked my aunt to have dinner with us. The words "who are you and what happened to my mom" come to mind.
Thirdly, she asked if Jayme was coming by or going to be around for some strange reason. I told her that she was going to a baby shower, and she asked why i wasn't going. Then it dawned on her that it was a BABY SHOWER. "oh yeah, that's a woman thing. You don't want to go to that."
Went to neighbor Diana's grad party at a local chinese buffet. Greeted her by saying, "Congratulations, welcome to the unemployed club!" She was amused. We joked about not wanting to work and just go back to school. I'm not ready to go back yet to go for my Masters. It'd be nice, but not very practical right now. Perhaps later after some experience under my belt, I'd try to go for say UCSD or SDSU graduate engineering program in hopes of further studies in robotics. I have this dream of being the creator of something revolutionary. Something that we all have dreamt of but never able to bring a reality. A spaceship capable of light speed? Would be nice. A.I. that is guaranteed NOT to betray its user? I know jack schitt about comp programming, but would be nice. Persocoms? Ha! Not if Jayme had anything to say about it. Creator of the basic skeleton of what will become a Mobile Suit? (As in Gundam) Heh, the warmonger in me says definitely. The ego-driven inventor in me says go for it. The peace-loving pacifist in me says over my dead body. But like I said, would be nice.
I bring games with me in order to amuse myself in the absense of my computer in order to play WoW, Guild Wars, CoH, etc etc. What do I do? put WoW on my laptop to see if it runs it, play WoW on jeff's newly updated computer (as least i was compensated for the upgrades.) and play old SNES games. The only times I did play something that was next-gen console gaming was the massive multiplayer Halo-ness during my grad party and jen's (shin_ekomi) party, trying Enthusia Professional Racing (damn I can't drive. But i can sure squeeze inbetween cars in a Beetle.) and showing off RE4 to my brother. The same brother I scared to death with the cinematics of the first Resident Evil. I was so sadistic back then. *sigh* Times are tough.
So yeah, before I go on a rant of every little thought in my head. I shall bid good night.
Oh wait, I've got one last question for those that actually read me. Say you (the reader) are dating/engaged/some-sort-of-romantic-relationship-that-seems-to-be-going-nowhere with a person of the opposite sex. (or same if you would prefer, whatever the case may be.) A sibling shows signs of interest with said significant other, but jokes about it just being random thoughts or something like that that just gets shoved underneath the rug if you know what i mean. Then you find evidence that suggests that sibling is fooling around with said significant other. Who do you punish? SO? Sibling? Both? Neither? What would you do?
Yeah, inspired from one of my mangas, which inspired something that i will prolly write in another pseudo-film-noir-fashion again, but don't quite know which way to steer the story. You know, that one creative writing course i took that one summer with what's-his-name, that creepy yet very amsuing CCS prof that saw that I had some budding talent for writing but needed to break out of writing genre...Corwin?....Corum! yeah that's it. Anyways, those classes feel like they're beginning to pay off. I dunno. Maybe doing the whole film-noir style is becoming my writing style now. It feels comfortable, that's for sure. Ah hell, I'm ranting again. Alright, shutting up now.
Good night.