US Ambassador to ASEAN Proposed in Senate...
Well, finally something good.
I popped a bag of popcorn yesterday and completely forgot about it. I went to lie down and fell asleep, I guess. I mean, I was only expecting to take a short nap, not a thirteen hour sleep marathon. (Okay, I take it back, that wasn't much of a marathon, comparatively. I remember sleeping for thirty six hours straight. That was probably the best day of my life. I say probably, because I don't remember a thing.) Anyhow, I just found the bag of popcorn not in my microwave, but on my bedroom floor, on the other side of the bed. I don't really understadn how it could've gotten there, unless someone took it out of the microwave and threw it across my room. Or, the cats opened the microwave and dragged it over there. Both possibilities strike me as a little far-fetched, though.
Regardless, I get to munch on some popcorn.
So, here's the final layout of my mythology project. Actually, this is only transitory - a third draft. It'll likely change.
Alright, so as an honors level student, I've got to do something additional for the class. Now, for the other students, that means reading Antigone or something. 'Course, I'm too good for that. I mean, sure, I've got 6 APs, MUN, social engagements, some weird things for Mr. Gabriel, and 90 other things to do this month, but that doesn't phase me. (Hey, I saw phase spelled 'faze' the other day to mean what I mean in this context. Anyone know the proper spelling/meaning combination? Or was the television jsut wrong and faze isn't a word at all? I don't want to look it up, but if you guys already know, I don't mind learning. Faze just looks dumb.) (Oh, and spelt? *shrug* Curious.) So, instead of reading a fifty page play, I'm going to read about 4,000 pages and then write an incredibly lengthy, bullshit-filled paper comparing various and diverse world cultures, based on their mythology and uses of it in society. Sounds pretty cool, huh? Yeah, I thought so too, when I came up with it.
Here's what I'm planning on reading: (by June 1st, mind you)
I think the only reason I'm doing this is because I'm utterly disgusted with her analysis of everything Greek, so much so that I can barely pick up Sophicles anymore. "Nipples? Why's everyone getting stabbed in the nipple?!?! I'll bet Homer had some sort of fetish..." God damn it. I just want ot shoot myself in that class.
This paper better get a better response than my Joe McCarthy one. God, she wouldn't even read it. What a jerk. And, I mean, that was an awful paper, admittedly, written in less than 20 minutes, but still. It was funny. Just because you forgot about the 50s doesn't mean Communism isn't still funny. Geez. It's the punchline ot jsut about every joke I tell. (I've got a new pun.)
Oh, and I bought this, too. I want to wear it into Starbucks and make people angry. Unobtrusively. Ha, I'll bet its mere proximity to the hipsters wearing the Guevara shirts will make theirs ignite. Or maybe mine will. (Metaphysical) Battle of the Ideologies? Oh, sweet Christ, let's put that on the show. I've got other shirts we can burn. Hahaha, this'll be great. Oh man, oh man. (P.S. buy this for me. As a present. For being such an amazing friend/brother/son/mentor/protege/debator/companion/love/kid-who-stares-at-me-and-makes-me-feel-nervous/student/teacher/philosopher/inspiration/whatever.)
Shit, do I have to study for Econ or what? I'm so screwed. Not that there's anything specific I don't know. I think I'm just psyching myself out. I got a 55/60 on the multiple choice I took last night. And the essays make sense to me, now. But, every time I try to think about it, my mind goes blank and I sort of get this vacant look on my face like, "They went to the moon?! When???" And then my jaw sort of drops and I start drueling everywhere. Plus, I'll be taking it after a battery of three tests. It's going ot be awful, really. But I'll do fine, I think. I mean, I know I will. Probably.
I'm thinking about taking Japanese next year. Oh, Nina...
Oh, and dear mock trial team, some words of advice from a dead guy who drank too much, "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull." Go to it.
I popped a bag of popcorn yesterday and completely forgot about it. I went to lie down and fell asleep, I guess. I mean, I was only expecting to take a short nap, not a thirteen hour sleep marathon. (Okay, I take it back, that wasn't much of a marathon, comparatively. I remember sleeping for thirty six hours straight. That was probably the best day of my life. I say probably, because I don't remember a thing.) Anyhow, I just found the bag of popcorn not in my microwave, but on my bedroom floor, on the other side of the bed. I don't really understadn how it could've gotten there, unless someone took it out of the microwave and threw it across my room. Or, the cats opened the microwave and dragged it over there. Both possibilities strike me as a little far-fetched, though.
Regardless, I get to munch on some popcorn.
So, here's the final layout of my mythology project. Actually, this is only transitory - a third draft. It'll likely change.
Alright, so as an honors level student, I've got to do something additional for the class. Now, for the other students, that means reading Antigone or something. 'Course, I'm too good for that. I mean, sure, I've got 6 APs, MUN, social engagements, some weird things for Mr. Gabriel, and 90 other things to do this month, but that doesn't phase me. (Hey, I saw phase spelled 'faze' the other day to mean what I mean in this context. Anyone know the proper spelling/meaning combination? Or was the television jsut wrong and faze isn't a word at all? I don't want to look it up, but if you guys already know, I don't mind learning. Faze just looks dumb.) (Oh, and spelt? *shrug* Curious.) So, instead of reading a fifty page play, I'm going to read about 4,000 pages and then write an incredibly lengthy, bullshit-filled paper comparing various and diverse world cultures, based on their mythology and uses of it in society. Sounds pretty cool, huh? Yeah, I thought so too, when I came up with it.
Here's what I'm planning on reading: (by June 1st, mind you)
- The Tale of Genji by Shikubi Murasaki (Seidensticker Translation); Library
- The Tale of Genji: Lengends and Pictures by Shikibu Murasaki; Library
- The Tale of Genji: A Reader's Guide by William J. Puette; Paperback; $9.97
- Tales of Moonlight and Rain by Ueda Akinari; I have no idea where to find this. Help?
- The Electric Geisha: Exploring Japan's Popular Culture by Atushi Ueda; Library
- Underground: The Tokyo Gas Attacks and The Japanese Psyche by Haruki Murakami; Paperback; $9.72 (admittedly, a bit of a guilty indulgence, but worth the $10)
- Haruki Murakami and the Music of Words by Jay Rubin; Paperback; $10.74 (Haha, guilty indulgence? More like meaningless purchase designed only to make me chortle with glee.)
- The Prose Edda of Snorri Sturlson by Snorri Sturlson; Library
- Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seames Heaney; Library
- The Arabian Nights : Tales from a Thousand and One Nights (Modern Library Classics) by A.S. Byatt; Paperback; $10.74
- The Illiad - She's probably got a copy kicking around somewhere I can steal for quotes.
- The Odyssey - Shoved in my backpack.
I think the only reason I'm doing this is because I'm utterly disgusted with her analysis of everything Greek, so much so that I can barely pick up Sophicles anymore. "Nipples? Why's everyone getting stabbed in the nipple?!?! I'll bet Homer had some sort of fetish..." God damn it. I just want ot shoot myself in that class.
This paper better get a better response than my Joe McCarthy one. God, she wouldn't even read it. What a jerk. And, I mean, that was an awful paper, admittedly, written in less than 20 minutes, but still. It was funny. Just because you forgot about the 50s doesn't mean Communism isn't still funny. Geez. It's the punchline ot jsut about every joke I tell. (I've got a new pun.)
Oh, and I bought this, too. I want to wear it into Starbucks and make people angry. Unobtrusively. Ha, I'll bet its mere proximity to the hipsters wearing the Guevara shirts will make theirs ignite. Or maybe mine will. (Metaphysical) Battle of the Ideologies? Oh, sweet Christ, let's put that on the show. I've got other shirts we can burn. Hahaha, this'll be great. Oh man, oh man. (P.S. buy this for me. As a present. For being such an amazing friend/brother/son/mentor/protege/debator/companion/love/kid-who-stares-at-me-and-makes-me-feel-nervous/student/teacher/philosopher/inspiration/whatever.)
Shit, do I have to study for Econ or what? I'm so screwed. Not that there's anything specific I don't know. I think I'm just psyching myself out. I got a 55/60 on the multiple choice I took last night. And the essays make sense to me, now. But, every time I try to think about it, my mind goes blank and I sort of get this vacant look on my face like, "They went to the moon?! When???" And then my jaw sort of drops and I start drueling everywhere. Plus, I'll be taking it after a battery of three tests. It's going ot be awful, really. But I'll do fine, I think. I mean, I know I will. Probably.
I'm thinking about taking Japanese next year. Oh, Nina...
Oh, and dear mock trial team, some words of advice from a dead guy who drank too much, "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull." Go to it.