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Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
3:37 am - I want to play this game. Now.

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Monday, April 21st, 2008
1:26 am - Proper Examples of Burning Passion
To continue in spirit with my previous post, I supply to you, the viewer, several examples of the fiery soul I possess. I will use this power of belief in my own brave heart to fulfill my manly duties.

fig. 1 Kishidan plays baseball and makes proper sacrifices in order for good to succeed.

fig. 2 Guy uses the fiery soul of man to overcome odds and punch a junk-based robot in the face.

fig. 3 Dragon Eye Morrison unleashes the mighty dragon living in his heart to defeat the man that destroys his two loves: his lizard and his electric guitar.

fig. 4 Batman.

There are several more examples of men unleashing the fires of passion in a raging storm of justice, but all in due time. Study these examples. Study them well. If you seek more before I next speak, there are other channels of bravery of which you may make use. Now, if you can excuse me, I must go make things right.

current mood: Burnine with a Brave Soul

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Sunday, April 20th, 2008
12:24 am
Wait, no. Forget what I wrote before. No failure.

I've learned a lesson: Just because I'm the only person willing and excited to do something doesn't mean I need to do everything. I'm not Superman.

Speaking of which, does anyone remember that Superman story where he's starting to get sick of people expecting him to solve all of their problems for him? He saves a village from a disaster and rebuilds all of their houses, which they all sprint to shouting "Thanks!" over their shoulders. Superman retaliates by telling them that they're all stupid for relying on him. He refuses to help them out with any other problems and flies off.

I feel that kind of anger, only two-fold. The bitterness stemming from a mass of ungrateful people feeding off of your hard work is one thing, but it's another when they actually believe you're superhuman. Superman is from Krypton and feeds off of our sun and weather balloons and the blood of Stalin and whatnot for colossal power. I don't. Hell, I'm incapable of waking up in the morning most times. It's a literal fight with myself, no joke. Just this morning, I would attempt to push myself upwards with my arms and they'd give out several times before I gave a shout and pushed full-force before they got a chance to get me back down. My mind is a nifty fellow, but my body is the biggest asshole in the world.

How could I expect to run a silly, nerd organization and half-save their asses while they and others were being children at a cartoon and costume gathering, organize Japanese cartoons at a geek conference, maintain and update a website with info from the most uncooperative people in the world, create and complete a FULL, 48-paged art book and website BY MYSELF (though, not ignoring the fine help of a few people who would help further had they the experience) after acquiring content by bothering the most apathetic student body on the planet, AND graduate at the same time?

Silly me.

Should have realized it sooner. Guess I didn't. Shame. I'll probably need another semester now. I've shoved most of that weight off of me so I could graduate, but it was far too late.

What should have happened:
Anime Club: "Here's what you have to do. I left all of my DVDs in the office. Hop to it. Also, Katsucon... you're on your own. I don't have the time or money."
Loomings: "Sod off."
I-CON: Should have ignored the other guy from the beginning and just dealt with the rights instead of waiting for him. Still didn't save me from saving others with that scheduling. Yikes.
Radio Station: "I made you a professional, vector-based version of that awful logo your buddy made in MS Paint. Use it or I quit."
Schoolwork: Done.

Shame it didn't. I just have to deal with it now.
For those of you who didn't believe me, yes, I was very, very busy. I'm sure I will be in the future, too. However, NEVER again will I waste my time and ruin good things for the sake of other, ungrateful people. That's a fact.

It's not awful and I'm not doomed. I'll make do. I always find a way. I've got plenty of good friends, the best girlfriend in history, and, fine, I've got some talent to boot.

My most prized quality at this point, though, is that my head is no longer a hat rack.

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Monday, January 21st, 2008
1:37 am
It's nights like this that make me wish me wall was insulated.

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Sunday, December 23rd, 2007
3:42 am
Life is good. :)

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Monday, October 8th, 2007
12:57 pm

What the hell?

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Monday, September 24th, 2007
12:20 pm
I'd kinda like access to the part of my brain that controls my being awake. I'd really appreciate it if someone can point me in the direction of the paperwork for this, honestly. Thanks much.

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Friday, September 21st, 2007
4:44 am
Ain't it the truth?

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Wednesday, September 19th, 2007
8:57 am

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Tuesday, July 31st, 2007
8:51 pm
26 + 6 = 1

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Monday, June 4th, 2007
6:12 pm
So, I went on water slides yesterday. The big ones.


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Friday, June 1st, 2007
11:45 pm - Surreality Check
Here on the first of June, I had no work. No, this is a day of celebration and confusion! Today, my eldest cousin got married.
Yes, my cousin is married at 26 (close to 27). I managed to miss out on most of the ceremony due to my damnable tie, but I could tell every time I looked at them together that this was good. The two of them pressed against each other lovingly. The need to search for intent in each others' eyes gone, one stares into the opposite's concentric pools of sight in confidence. Perfect. I'm so happy my cousin finally found this. The years haven't too fair to him romantically. Neither has his career, as the radio show on which he once worked would mock him (or, as he would say, his "radio personality") to the degree where they held a contest to get him a date. Finally he gets his due.

At the reception, I noticed just how outnumbered my family was, though. I felt like we were being invaded by friendly people. Also, food. Ah, yes... I was ravenous and hadn't eaten much all day, so I leaped to the buffet in a frenzy and snatched up a serving of just about everything. After an hour, I was told we were heading upstairs for dinner.

Dinner? Wait, what did I just eat?
Oh, those were appetizers? But... there was so much... and the servers were making rounds with what they said were the actual hors d'œuvres.

So... I just ate appetizers of the appetizers... and more appetizers?
Well, what followed that was interesting. The wedding party entered to a medley of Star Wars remixes, followed by my cousin and his new wife walking an aisle of people crossing lightsabers over their heads.

Strange, you say? No, his original plan would have been perfect. He told me once he was going to do this in full Vader costume. No joke. This? Nothing. Still fun, but very common nowadays, I'm sure.

What followed was more food... ravioli, a salad, and dinner. Yes, dinner. They paid for it, so I wolfed it down without trying to think about how much I ate. Fillet Mignon. Never had anything so fancy before, but it was good. I've decided that if beef were a succulent gelatin, that would be Fillet Mignon. Definitely.

I left soon after. I was very happy for them, but all the food was making me kinda queasy. All in all, the whole idea is a huge waste... it's odd. So much food and so much of it is thrown out. Plates washed multiple times.

Still was an experience I've never had before. Dunno if I'm going to see something like this again any time soon, though. That's why I found this whole day so strange. How old are we now? Any of us? Myself, I'm 22, almost 23 and almost out of college. I'm not attached and have several avenues I can traverse, career-wise. It's scary, but exciting. What does the future hold?

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Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
6:54 pm - Forgetting my previous entry...
It's kinda funny how the Big Man can throw you a little ray of sunshine when one's just not having a good day or so.

Thanks, God.

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Sunday, May 27th, 2007
2:40 pm - ...and this will explain my upcoming hydrophilia.

So, apparently sodium-benzoate, a preservative in soft drinks, can damage DNA and outright shut down the mitochondria. This could lead to Parkinson's and all sorts of other diseases. The additive can also combine with Vitamin C to produce the carcinogen benzene.

I'll take a water, thanks.

...or some coffee.

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Monday, May 21st, 2007
9:05 pm
Completion of The Navidson Record will be the proof.

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Saturday, May 19th, 2007
4:22 am
28 weeks later lacks one thing:

The Benny Hill theme.

Intelligence in horror movie characters would've been nice, too.

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Monday, May 14th, 2007
6:50 am
Cripes, this is both exciting and petrifying all at once.

I could stand to be wished some luck, honestly.

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Friday, May 11th, 2007
11:43 pm - Adventure!
So, there I lie on the rubber-padded floor of Evil Salamander Lord Friedrich von Schpedielheimer, mustard in my left hand, my left hand in my right, when suddenly, Kid and Play jump out from the nearby nickelodeon and attack! Naturally, I reattach my left hand using my right and my mustard into the trash can where it belongs and draw my mighty, Flaming ShotgunGun®! Now, Kid was so shocked that his celebrated hightop fade nearly burst into a showtune from the musical version of Hamlet that Shakespeare produced in his later years, commonly known as the "Ye gads! Whatever hast thou been drinking?" decade of his life. Now, Kid had every reason to be so flabbergasted, as a Flaming ShotgunGun® is a vicious implement of destruction indeed. My weapon let loose a mighty roar as it fired dozens of tiny shotguns which, in turn, fired several bullets. Also, it was on fire. Play, being a Grass-Type Pokémon, knew he was in a pickle and had Kid call him back into his hair. After Play was fully encased in his Brillo plateau, Kid dodged the flaming bullets' bullets and unleashed the limitless fury of his mightiest ally: René Decartes!
Stunned, I stuttered, "N-n-no... I thought I destroyed you last week at John's bridge night!"
"Mon ami," he retorted, "you can NEVAIR defeat... THE ORIGIN!"
With that, four arrows shot forth from beneath his feet like rabid chipmunks from Nathan Lane and formed a perfect plane encasing the whole room.
A set of coordinates appeared above my head. I knew I had to think fast. This time, the girly-haired bastard must be stopped. But how?
Dodging sine curves, I quickly pull a 52" HDTV from my pocket and turn on the latest episode of American Idol.
He stops.
As Simon Cowell tears apart another Alabama blonde bombshell singing Achy Breaky Heart, I can see his mighty, French mind grind to a halt. He stares wide-eyed at the vapid, audial trial before him and slowly begins to implode. After a time he disappears, therefor he is not.
I take a deep breath. It is finished.
"You thought that was the best I had?" Play reentered the picture.
More? This man must have limitless resources to go with those baggy pants!

...am I doomed?

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12:29 pm - What just happened?
So, apparently every YouTube video I posted on here must have formed a group and hit an Outback for a DELICIOUS Bloomin' Onion. While that's all fine and good for them, I'm without humor and subjects for half of my posts, now. This makes me sad.

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Friday, April 20th, 2007
1:45 am
My mind has so many tracks, but it just can't stick to the right ones.

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