Strolling Through Life

So I said good bye to the Koki Mobile that lasted me for 8+ years.  The only thing that was actually broken was the lights of the dashboard for the speedometer and what-not.  It was really annoying driving in the dark, when I can't really see how fast I was going, but the car was working fine.  We decided to trade it in before other shit starts breaking down (fixing the dashboard would've cost us a few hundred dollars), so now it's replaced by a Scion xB.  I loved my Koki Mobile ( which was a Suzuki Grand Vitara), but this xB is definitely an upgrade.  The best part about it was that it came with an iPod connector.  Best. Thing. Evar.

I didn't vote.  I'm not even black, but I'm actually really glad Obama won this incredible election.  I don't care if he's a little bit Socialist (which I doubt), and I don't care if he's going to tax us to death.  If McCain won this election, the results would not have been as nearly as sensational as it turned out with Obama. The President, as the leading icon of this nation, needs to be a character that kids can idolize and adults can respect.   Obama definitely has both of those, and hopefully, he proves that he deserves it.

I'm pretty glad to be part of this historic turn of events, at the least.  I could tell my kids "I lived in a time when the most powerful man in the world wasn't white, for once."

Been working out lately, again.  A few weeks ago, I weighed myself for the first time in a looong time, and I realized I was already at the 165+lb area.  That's the heaviest I've ever been in my life...  I needed to shave some of this floppy-ness sooner or later, so why not now?  I think I'm already looking closer to what I looked like in high school when I was at my physical peak.  There's still a lot more improvements I can make.

a detachable penis.

So I'm laying in bed, trying to sleep, and failing.  So my mind isn't tired, so it starts to wonder off in a weird jumble of thoughts that I tend to forget the next morning.  During these random thoughts, I realized that, because I'm naturally bilingual, I tend to switch back and forth between Jap and English in my head.  Most of the time, I don't even realize I'm doing this, but this caught my attention tonight.  So, I started thinking that obviously, our mind only works with what you feed it with. Meaning that, you can only process thoughts in the only way you know how to naturally.  So Jap people think in Jap, English in English, German in German, etc. etc. 

Capt. Obvious going full throttle here.

So...WHAT IF someone were to be born mute?  I guess they process thoughts by sign languages in their head?  I wouldn't know, but that's what I'd guess.  Extending that idea, what if someone were to be born mute AND paralyzed neck down? (I understand that it's pretty much impossible for said person to grow old enough to be able to think for itself)  Basically meaning that the usual human "input" devices are completely disconnected from the beginning.  Is there any thought process going on inside their noggin?  If so, how?

I'm not really sure what I'm trying to state here, but I came to the conclusion that death is basically what I stated above.  Right when you die, you turn into some'body' that has no ability to produce new thoughts.  You stop talking, so no language.  You stop moving, so no action.  You stop everything, so how could there be an afterlife?

Lately, my sleeping schedule has been fubar.  The time span at which I feel the most awake starts around 1~2AM and my eyes stay open atleast till 4AM.  Right now, it's exactly 5AM and I feel about as tired as what normal people would feel around noon.  I'm hungry, awake, and fucking depressed at the fact that I'm awake and hungry.  Because of this, I fall asleep around 5-7 and wake up around 3-5PM if I let myself.  During the weekdays, I force myself to wake up at 10 to get to class at around noon.  I think I need drugs.

I know the solution is simple: excercise.  I need to actually be more active then sitting in front of the computer during the day time.

The combination of lack of sleep, WoW, and school not going so well has made me more and more anti-social.  I lack any drive to make new friends or do anything with my current friends.  As usual, LJ is stupid and I'm stupid.  Why the hell am I typing this?

I think I know.  I want to keep a record of my current state and laugh at it in the future.  I'll be laughing at myself for being an such an emobaby and realizing how shitty college was for me.  I know this because it amuses me to read my old high school posts when I was obsessed with Doni.  It's just all really weird.  Alot of bad and good memories, but I still like it.  It reminds me of how I changed mentally and emotionally, so anything I record right now will be useful in the future for me.

Yeah... shitty post is shitty.

Above is the picture of where I stabbed myself with a box cutter. This happened a few weeks ago at work. It bled a pretty good amount.

5 Stitches. Stitches have been removed, but it's still not closing. I think this fucker is cursed.

Mother fuckin' Starcraft 2

I think I just spawned some Overlords... in my pants.

/endquotefromVGCats

I'm not even sure why Blizzard took so long to conjure up a sequel to their massive hit game. They seem to be extremely prompt about making sequels to their other titles of Warcraft and Diablo, but poor lonely Starcraft driven to near-extinction. But finally! My dreams have come true. I downloaded and watched the SC2 trailer, and I think I have my next candidate for owning my soul and life. World of Warcraft might have to go find another relationship when this baby comes out.

I am a massive tool. I post in LJ because Jill told me to.

She even used her "gear" to force me into submission in order to make me post.

'Tis a sad Asian.

She also says the lives of my children depend on it. I do believe she is correct.

Dude, my stomach hurts. It might be that cheese enchilada I ate earlier.

Da man is pullin' me down.

I got too much sleep last night, counting about 14 hours. Because of that, I had a series of random ass dreams in between the periodic "wake up -> look at time -> go back to sleep" deal. The one that was most fucked up out of them all was the dream where I was on the top of a tall building. There's metal fence that keeps the people on the building instead of falling, but for some reason, my dad was on the other side of the fence. We were just talking and having a good ole' time until a strong gust of wind knocks my dad off the building. We look down and my dad's still in the process of falling, and he's looking up. Our eyes meet and that just freaked the shit out of me. He lands with such a realistic 'splat', and his body is completely mangled with a pool of blood under him. His face was still looking up at us.

Then I wake up. Freaked the shit out of me on that one. o_o

Just got home from Tampa, Florida and it was fun. :D Got to visit Busch Garden and that ginormous waterpark next door. Busch Garden had some pretty impressive roller coasters. I didn't ride all the big ones, but the ones I rode were not friendly to the weak of heart. Sheikra was the most impressive one with the 90 degree straight drop from 200 feet up in the air. At the peak of this ride, where you are about to fall the free-fall dive, the ride pauses for like, 5 seconds. Now, at this point, you're not completely vertical nor horizontal. You're at a comfortable 45 degrees angle, where you can either look down at mother-Earth or... just close your eyes. It was pretty fucking crazy. o_o I will admit, I was pretty nervous when I was in the line, but it wasn't that bad afterwards if I think about it.

Other then that, my life has been pretty same-ole'. I still don't like the beach x.x

And rashes are going to eat my skin sooner or later.

So tired! Today, work was a bit more exciting then usual. A few accidents happened, the first one being pretty severe. The giant embroidery machines that we are working with comes out of this gigantic crate. The machine itself is pulled out by a forklift which is driven by my co-worker. Well, the forks did not have a good grip on the machine, so when he was pulling it out, it actually tipped over and fell right on its side. Now, this fucker weighs a ton, and it's pretty delicate on some parts. Luckily, the fall only broke one wheel and a few nobs here and there. Oh yeah, I, being the genius that I am, reacted to the falling machine by trying to freakin' support it. At the moment, I wasn't thinking about the fact that the machine itself is more then 10 times my weight. How the fuck was I going to catch it with my arms? I have no idea. Scared the shit out of myself and my co-worker. I almost died. (not really) Yeah... go ahead and laugh at me.

The pain in the ass was picking up this machine back on its remaining wheels. This was obviously impossible by human strength, so we got two forklifts, strapped the forks to the machine with belts, and pulled it up on the top end.

And... the other incident was when this said co-worker was pushing an empty crate to turn it, didn't see this paper that was on the floor. He stepped on it and completely slipped on his ass. A few nice and quiet curses afterwards, I helped him get up. He wasn't having a good day.

...that was much longer of a post then expected...

OK, I'm done.

Boxes... everywhere. Yesterday marked the first week of my part-time job at Brother Intl. Co. and I'm already feeling the want to quit it. It's not a horrible job. The people that work with me are mostly really good people. They treat me fairly. The few problems that I could think of that might cause this feeling of regret of taking this job is:

1. Lack of people the same age as me. They're all pretty older then me, some at the age of 44 and getting the same pay as me. I feel bad for him.
2. The sheer repetitiveness of the stuff they make me do.
3. Just... cardboard boxes with big machines in them... period.
4. They're heavy.
5. I'm Asian.
6. Which means I'm not very... how you say: big.
7. I'm just weak-minded.
8. Everybody... is....BLACK! Seriously, about 90% of my co-workers are black. There are few specks of latino and white mixed in the fray, but they all seem to be more-or-less the same as the black people.
9. Yes, I'm racist.
10. And I'm tired.

There may be more reasons to this, and I'm posting this because Live Journal is basically for these kinda stuff: rants.

Because of this work stuff, all I've been doing are: work, eat, and sleep. It's not really fun. I missed a date with Jill tonight because I have to wake up early tomorrow. That triggered this depression somewhat.

And I want to see Da Vinci Code!! D:

Edit: After reading this over, I realized how racist I sound. Don't get me wrong. I admit that I am a racist, but I mean 'racist' as in I acknowledge the differences in race, and I accept it. The differences aren't bad at all. Each race has its pros and cons, and I love them all and I hate them all, sometimes.

I thought this may be a worthwhile post for a semi-significant day. Today was the first day for me to have an official part-time job. Lemme tell ya: It kinda hurt. Kinda, because I'm pretty sure I can go through with this (considering I'll only be working for a month or two during the summer), but it was painful to the back, legs, and fingers.

I am officially part of the Brother labor force, working in their warehouse, disassembling, making, and carrying cardboard boxes. The fingers rather hurt from the constant dealing with cardboard and styrofoam.

All-in-all, my first day can be said a success. I did not cause any trouble and I still have my limbs attached to me, all of them. I'll tell you this for sure: I refuse to do this the rest of my life. College: please save me. Making money rocks and sucks at the same time... sometimes.

The fingers.... it burrrrrns.

Just came back from taking a Calc II finals exam. I could barely do half the problems. I can see about 60 million reasons to my stupidity, and all of it should be blamed on me...

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really just stupid, or do I have the brains to do it, but I don't use it? Alot of people, including my parents, might say the latter, but recently, I feel like I'm just not that smart. I'm lazy. I'm forgetful. I'm irresponsible. I'm sloppy. I'm all that defines 'useless'.

I'll get over this pretty quick. I hope that I pass Calc II, but it's unlikely. (And yeah... it's not the end of the world if I fail this)

I need to make some improvements on myself.

Just pulled an all nighter... and going to go take an Computer Engineering Finalz exam in an hour or so. Pray to god I don't just die on the desk and turn in a paper laminated with my drool.

I need a Red Bull...

Recording 1:25 AM as the time I start writing this update. I just came back from this 'extra credit' thing for my English class. We (as in Jill, and 2 of her friends) rode the great and wonderful MARTA all the way to a place where it looks like Hobo Heaven. The lingering smell of exhaust and homeless urine filled the air as we walked from the MARTA station to the warehouse that this 'extra credit' presentation was going to be held.

The traveling wasn't the worst part of this trip...

The presentation itself was absolutely, horrifyingly, and disgustingly boring. The topic was about some "Gift of Fear" a.k.a. suicide bombers and how this... nevermind. I don't know what they were talking about. It was one of the most useless 4 hours I have ever spent in my life. That's right. From the time we left our dorms to the time we got back to it, 4 freaking hours have past. The presentation was only supposed to be like an hour and a half or so.

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Dance Mr. Pillz! Dance away everything bad!

Tonight, me and a bunch of my dorm neighbors got together and did a few 'activities' which was all camera recorded. The first and main one was the "Rolley Chair Jousting Tournament". It ended up not being much of a tourny, but it was fun as hell. :D As the name suggests, 2 people get on rolley chairs, 2 people push them. The guys in the chair used the blunt side of umbrellas as 'lances' and charged into each other. A few times, we had some head-on collisions, which ended up being carpet burn to the extreme. We all ended up with battle wounds by the end. :P

Our next event was not as exciting as the other, but hilarious nevertheless. One of my neighbors got blind folded, and he was given random condiments (or drinks) to snort from spoons. We only ended up doing Icee, crushed sprinkles, and vinegar for today, but we plan on doing the rest (which included BBQ sauce, salt, sesame seed, and Fanta) during our next episode. So funny watching people scream in pain :D

Fun times.