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<