Business, Anime Club Lock-Ins, and the Horrors of Realization

Okies. So I'm here in class and I decide that for my project for Texas Performance Standards I'm going to start a business. Sounds simple right? No! Wrong! Fail! Okies so I copied that from a friend. He always says that when I say something he calls stupid or wrong. I'll be like, "Hey did you know that half my friends are total weirdos and the best way to deal with them is to talk to them in an intellectual manner?" He'll reply, "Fail. Wrong. You're friends are weirdos alright but you need to assert your dominance over them and never ever use exact percentages unless you have tested it and proved it right," or something equally ridiculous... I'll have to think of a better example than that. Anyway. So we finally started advertising our products and we got our first call from our ads yesterday! Woot! Sounds fun. It Is! On another note, I was thinking about the lock-in we're having after school today... Sounds like fun right? No! Wrong! Fail! hahaha disregard that I was just getting a little too hyper there. But in all seriousness it should be really fun. I'll tell you guys all about it later after it happens and I have time to type once again. I have a friend that's writing a novel too. A fantasy one at that. She should finish it sometime next year. Wow it's been a while. I was thinking that maybe I should search for someone like Tehol Beddict... He's a character from a book I read called Midnight Tides. I. Love. This. Book! He's a total genius! Wow..... So yeah I realized the other day that my guitar is truly a beautiful creation and that I've been neglecting it. I was so ashamed that I practiced until my fingers almost bled. Then I realized I shouldn't push it so I can't play at all... That would be so much worse. Oh well... I should get going now unfortunately because I have some serious business to take care of and I apologize if this post isn't fluid. My thoughts are really scattered right now. Adios everyone! See you in the next instalment!

Serenata

Okies, so I was listening to this absolutely beautiful song and I thought of a serenata. If the guy I love were to mess things up, not too badly but enough to forgive him, I might love it if he sang me this song. Ha it was such a random thought and so strange that I indulged it further. You know even if he didn't do anything wrong, I would still love it if he sang to me like the old Mexican tradition because of this part in the song that says, "Si (Tú sabes que te quiero) tú sabes que te quiero (Con todo el corazón, Con todo el corazón, Con todo el corazón) Que (Que tú eres el anhelo De mi única ilusión, De mi única ilusión, De mi única ilusión) Tú eres mi esperanza" and so on and so forth. I really like it. It's called Perdón with Vicente Fernandez and Alejandro Fernandez. Well it was a very nice daydream and I was listening to that song many times afterward. Ha what if the guy I fall in love with isn't Mexican? I thought of that too... That really sucks and I might even pay a mariachi group to sing to me randomly one night I'm not expecting it. So beautifully addicting. Mujeres Divinas, Hermoso Cariño, Que Falta Me Hace Mi Padre, Nadie Es Eterno, Las Llaves De Mi Alma, and even Por Tú Maldito Amor would be totally awesome. Haha I'm getting all happy just thinking about it. Sorry it was so short I was just completely consumed by this thought....

Work, Movies, Logic, and Authority

Okies did I ever tell you guys about the fact that....I got a job! Well I've had it for almost six months now. I started on June 9, 2008. I work at the biggest theater in El Paso lol. Tinseltown is awesome and I'm really having fun. It reminds me that people actually spend their money just to watch a movie and how I may have been guilty of the same thing. I mean there's people that will spend $100 or more just for one movie! Seriously. So I saw Twilight right? I LOVED it!! Amazing. Really. Well I was thinking that if a vampire existed in this world I wouldn't hesitate to date him. Or marry him... Or be with him forever. I have loved vampires and their stories since I stopped looking at the crap they feed you when they tell you the story of Dracula. Ugh. Such a terrible vampire version. I mean if people would just look at stuff like the Black Dagger Brotherhood then things would be better. Another thing is Logic. Do you have any idea how complicated Logic can be when you are completely new to the actual subject? Very if I may say so. The part you don't know realize you use everyday is hard. Like circular reasoning. Jeez talk about confusing... Well I want to learn to argue efficiently and very very well. I was thinking of starting a lesson and then practicing on forums online like a friend of mine. The only difference is that while he may be arguing against pretty good debaters, I'll be looking for the easy piece of cake ones that may not know what they are doing. You know, that just reminded me of how difficult working with people who have power is. You see, there's a nice unseen boundary between you and a person with more power and authority than you. I personally can't stand it because there's not much you can do about it but it exists. What do you say to a person who initially said you are a partner but now talks to you as if you were an underling? Jeez... What to do?

My New Pets

Okies. So another update I forgot to mention. I finally convinced my parents to let me keep.....drum roll please.....Sugar Gliders!! Tada. Well in case you're one of the many people out there who don't know what a sugar glider is, it is a marsupial (like a kangaroo) that is about 4-6 inches long with a tail about as long if not longer than the body. They are generally grey with a black stripe running from the head to the base of the tail. They are about the most adorable creatures I've seen and now I am a proud owner of two! they spend their lives in trees in the wild so they require a tall cage at least 3 feet high... I stress at least 3 feet high....anyway. They eat fruits and manna from trees and tend to be calcium deficient so a diet with a calcium to phosphorus ratio of 2:1 along with supplement is required. They are nocturnal and are very very social creatures that require plenty of attention. It is recommended that you keep at least 2 gliders so they can keep themselves company in case you can't provide at least 3 hours of interaction time with them. They are prone to depression if they don't have the social interaction they need so be careful! My gliders are Suri and Kana. Male and female. Unfortunately for me I'm not a glider expert and it is quite difficult to tell the difference between the sexes at such an early stage so i'll have to wait to find out which is which. Kana has a serious attitude problem lol. Kana crabs a lot at anyone who so much as talks next to it. Suri is more trustful and more friendly. I will be looking into some diet variations soon. I don't want them to get bored. I will also be looking at some new toys that I can switch out for them to enjoy themselves at their play hour. I really adore these creatures... Well enough enough for now... I know this post didn't follow my usual random rants but I felt it necessary to include it.

New-ness

Okies. So here I am rereading again (not that it takes long to read the ten or so blogs I've posted) and I've decided that my first step could be asking my friends to help me advertise my blogs. perhaps that would work. I don't know really. Eh. I have a friend that I would really like it if he read some of my stuff, but unfortunately he would probably just see it as a waste of time and dismiss it completely. I happen to regard him with the utmost esteem. I really wish he would just be a little nicer to me... Jeez I'm getting totally depressed/depressing. I should stop that. I don't know. Maybe I should find someone else that I can esteem as highly because of his experience and intelligence that happens to be a better person. I don't think it's possible. Eh. You know, I was thinking that maybe it really is true that women love to suffer. Men can treat them like the worst piece of crap on the sidewalk and yet they still come back for more. I find that I'm guilty of the same thing, unfortunately. I would tell myself I will never ever let that happen to me but it happened and I can't convince myself to give up. Blah. Well. I noticed the honesty and truth behind the saying that there's a fine line between love and hate. That one person that you've hated for the longest time is the one you will probably end up with and live at least content or resigned. As for all of those other relationships supposedly based on love? Ha what a joke. Just look at all those divorces of those who married ones they thought they loved forever before. Do they look happy now? Nope. Not gonna happen. Jeez.

I have some catching up to do....

Wow! it's been such a long time... Being a senior can be seriously time consuming. I mean you have AP classes, boys, scholarships, college applications, new pets, parties, caps and gowns, class rings, senior pictures, last highschool year drama and so much more. To be honest, it's exhausting. I am so glad I remembered about this blog but I'm quite surprised that even after such a long time of me not talking to you guys I still don't get any feedback on my thoughts. Maybe you don't know I exist. If that's the case I really should figure out how to promote myself to the Internet eye. Well I'll deal with that when I get to it. I was rereading some of my old posts to remind myself of thoughts I already typed up and realized that there's something I forgot to mention in my talk about embalming. Well you know how I mentioned the fact that it's probably really creepy for a foreigner to come to an American funeral because the deceased look like they are going to just open their eyes and jump out of the casket? I was also thinking that Americans who love this kind of thing (not saying Americans love death mind you) must be crazy masochistic. My reasoning for that is simple. Okies so you have a special person who just passed away right? That person is taken to a funeral home, paid for, and left to the artists. Well if these so called artists do such an amazing job of making the body look alive, then aren't they just causing more suffering and confusion? I mean if I lost a loved one I would probably be in denial. So I'm in denial and then all of a sudden I see that loved one looking as though he/she is just asleep. I would be confused and I think I might just go crazy and be like, "Let him/her out! Can't you see he/she won't be able to breathe? Can't you see you're going to kill him/her!?" and frankly that's disturbing. So those who pay for this must be masochistic to hurt themselves by believing that their loved ones are alive by paying for the artist makeover... Did that make any sense? I don't really know but it did in my head. If you need a nice explanation just leave some way to contact you. An email address actually. And I will get back to you with a well rehearsed explanation and elaboration. Thanks you all. I Love you guys lol. See you soon. Or in my next post which might be in about ten minutes...

I'm back but not for long, Sorry

It's been about a million years since I last posted...Ok so I'm really exaggerating. As I mentioned before, my computer has been down as well as the summer starting and my business as well. I've been very very busy... As an ammateur investor I am still learning the ropes but I would really appreciate it if someone could give me a bit of advise on what kind of things to invest on. You know, I realized that business is definitely the field for me. Took about a whole year to figure that out. How sad right? At least I noticed it before it was too late. Remember those lynch-happy catholics I told you about a while back? They're after me again. Sigh. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut around them I swear I do. It turns out that I have some cousins over and boy is it fun to have them around! They have the coolest ghost stories to tell that have actually happened to them. If there's one thing I like it's ghost stories. I also like stream of consciousness. The style of writing I mean. It may seem confusing to most people but not to me. I write that way quite often and even organize my thoughts that way. It seems contradictory I know but it's true. Unfortunately I have to cut this post a little short. Sorry, Yes I know that it's been a while and that you want to know what the heck is wrong with me for leaving you guys alone for so long(at least let me pretend that's true lol) but I'm running really low on time. Sigh. Again... Well good bye for now. I'll try to post as soon as possible. I promise.

Friends?

There are all kinds of friends you can have or, more generally, all kinds of reltionships you can have with another person. There's the five from the rotation, the best friend, the acquaintance, the classmate, the relative, and even the friend with benefits. That one is a strange one. How do you know if the person is a really good friend, a significant other, or just a friend with benefits? What other kind of friend can that person be? Cheese and rice this can get a little complicated and the lines get blurred after a certain point... Is there such a thing as a friend with benefits without some sort of deeper attachment? I honestly don't know...It's quite confusing and to tell the truth I think it might just be that everyone has a very different definition. Is it only the girl who worries about these things? Or do guys go through the same thought process that drives most girls crazy? Cheese and rice. Cheese and rice. Oh... cheese and rice...that's actually really good, did you know? But back to the topic at hand...Or would you rather I change the subject? Today's post will just be cut short because there are way too many things running through my head to try to decipher them. Bother. The one post I am finally able to do and it turns out that I just couldn't. I'm sorry for the disappointment. I wonder if I'll be able to get some genuinely interested readers soon. I would like to know that my words are at least read. Thanks again :)

All the way? Prom and CS

Ok, I know I said I would try to have a daily post available but unfortunately my computer crashed and I haven't been able to get access to computer until now. It really sucks to tell the truth but hey, what the hell. Today's topic looks like it should be the strangeness of prom and strange computer sisters. I know that sounds a little weird but I'm quite entertained with the idea. It made me laugh so hard when I heard about this secret society of sisters that are Internet goddesses. Please, can't they come up with a better name? Anyway, I was listening to this conversation and realized that these girls can supposedly do almost anything possible on the net and after that I tuned them out for fear of losing the few braincells I have left. Granted they had my attention until they said that... So there's this guy right? He asks a girl to prom and amazingly enough she says yes. Is he satisfied? No. He then asks her if she wants to eat dinner before that. She hesitates a little (just a little) and agrees. Is he satisfied? No. He proceeds to offering breakfast at a nice place right after the party, or if he's less decent, an after party and now she needs to put her internal debating skills to the test. Finally, after tough deliberation, she consents. Is he satisfied? Absolutely not! There's only one thing left to ask that deals with prom night. Wanna go to a hotel? Or something to that effect. What should she say? I don't really know the answer to that question... A friend of mine told me that after prom sex is what makes prom prom. Ok that looks weird... Anyway that's my thought of the day. Till we meet again.

Embalmers and American Death Fears

Well today I was thinking about things that people object to that stay mostly hidden from the public eye. There was something that I read earlier today that was about mortuaries and embalming. It was strange reading about the process of embalming and restorative art. It is also quite disturbing. I mean the process itself can even involve dislocating the "remain's" jaw in order to position it in a way that it will look best. All of the processes are kept from thed public in case they change their minds about the embalming. Coffins are no longer coffins because of it's bad connotation but rather caskets. The same goes for corpse. It is amazing how scared Americans are about looking at a dead body that looks dead. Foreigners ost likely feel afraid of seeing a dead person look so alive they could sit up from the casket and began to talk as if they were only asleep. It is very very disturbing. I was also thinking about the parallel the author draws on hospitals. She compared the embalmer to a surgeon. It is really ironic if you really think about it because a surgeon cuts a person up to preserve life whereas an embalmer cuts a person up to preserve death. Why are open-casket funerals so important to Americans? I don't know and I'm not sure if I will find that one out quickly. It would take a bit of research. On th other hand, my randomness seems to have left me all of a sudden so I won't be able to successfully find the information I'm looking for. Later then.

Education

Here is yesterday's post by the way. I'm trying to keep up a daily piece of writing just for the purpose of always having something to read and reflect on afterwards. Perhaps it's not even that... I always wondered what it would be like to have my thoughts published. The only problem is that this is the best I can write. I don't think it's good enough to be published and taken seriously. Now, I could just be being too harsh with myself, but that's my opinion. I think it would be nice to have some readers but I don't know how to advertise my blog. Anyway, back to today's subject. I was thinking about test anxiety and education. I was about to begin researching what country in the world has the best education. I didn't get around to doing it because I was distracted by a friend with her evilness and my retaliation. It wasn't evilness directed to me but it was evil nonetheless. About test anxiety. I don't know why I began thinking about but I came to the conclusion that test anxiety can be the maker or the breaker for students. I mean what about all of those noticeably intelligent students who cannot, for the life of them, take a test without freaking out and answering wrong therefore lowering their GPA. In a society like this one where GPA is at the top of the most important things needed for college list, a test can be the decider of what college they are accepted in. These colleges, in turn, determine the kind of career and how much money you make. I was thinking about Japan... But whatever.

A Male's Rotation

So, I didn't get a chance to write yesterday because of certain volunteering events that kept me busy and then a strange exhaustion that overtook me afterwards. There was an interesting conversation yesterday that kept every girl in earshot paranoid and frustrated from curiosity. It dealt with the average male's "rotation". The rotation has 5 basic categories. The number 1 girl is the girl you want everything to work out with but she may have an attitude. The number 2 girl is the one that walks around thinking she's your number 1 but all she has on you is your cell phone number so without that she can't find you. She's the cute one you take out to places. The number 3 girl is the one could be your number 1 but she has something wrong with her that prevents it. The number 4 girl is the girl with the good credit that you can always go to if you need a loan. The number 5 girl is basically your booty call girl. She never knows where you are or what you are doing and her basic day is go to work, get home, and wait for you to call. After this conversation continued some of the girls realized that it also applies to girls. Girls also have their basic "rotation". I realized that girls get paranoid because then they start suspecting every guy of having a rotation and they get curious as to what number they are to every guy they know. The frustration comes from their undying curiosity to know what number they are and never figuring it out. I find it entertaining that Rocky didn't want to mention it to girls, but when you think about it, he has a point... He's a smart guy because he knows what will get him killed or perhaps just beaten up. I think it's because of all of the experience he has with girls. It has been said that he was a pimp. Another thing said is that he was a gigolo master. Another funny and amusing thought. I'm curious to know if girls see him in that way. I don't, but that is only because I've been around him for so long.

Ambidexterity

Ok, so here I am sitting all bored and I realize the beauty of upside-down handwriting. It's an art in my opinion. It also requires talent. Another strange thing I noticed is that writing upside down with your non-dominant hand is easier than doing the same upright. I think I'm getting good enough that I can almost be called ambidextrous. Haven't you ever wondered what a help ambidexterity is? It would also be very very cool. I have developed my skills so well that I can take notes quickly upside down and still have it be legible. Think of the uses of ambidexterity. The ambidextrous happen to be better at certain games like baseball and pool. Think of pool especially. They can make more shots and shorter shots because there are some angles that can't be hit comfortably by using the right side. I also found it strange that an artist who is amazing with his hands wasn't able to do it. He was reduced to baby scribble when he attempted it. It's a strange thing, the human body... You know, I think that maybe the lack of ambidexterity and lefthanded people could also be contributed to the fact that most technology or appliances or even instruments are made for the right-handed. I'm talking about things like guitars, can openers, and teaching methods for young students barely being introduced to writing. What if humans were originally lefties? What if all of that had to change to adjust to these right-handed situations? I really don't know but maybe one day I'll find out.

Choir Boy Outfit and the Fears of Hell

I happened to be talking to my friend Rocky when the subject of religion popped up. We began discussing all things metaphysical and as you well know, Hell is one of the topics in that category. The word Hell in my mind is always followed by ' if Hell really existed it would be one hell of a scary place. Isn't it weird how the word hell is used to describe Hell?' I know it's a little...obvious? Sad? Whatever but it's still the first thing that goes through my head. Rocky happened to try to convince me that the place exists and that I should be more pious, but I'm agnostic so it will obviously not work very well. I mean it made me laugh to see him try this out because he's a tall(taller than me) football jock who happens to sing in his church choir. He's a baptist by the way. I personally find it even more funny picturing him singing in his church choir wearing a choir boy outfit. What's more he has afro-ish hair and slacks off like crazy, but he is rather intelligent. We tend to argue just for the sake of enjoying a debate. Back to religion... My other friend Arielle is actually a protestant/atheist with a talking phone. The reason I say she is a protestant/atheist is simply because she is "supposed" to be protestant but in reality is atheist, although hell befall her if her parents found out. Her phone doesn't really talk but she kept opening and closing it and it makes a sound so she said it must be telling her, "Stop it!" So here I am sitting around talking about the scary as hell prospect of hell actually existing while our all-Catholic friends want to try to lynch us for even saying it doesn't exist. Be back later. >Runs from incoming lynch-happy Catholics<