Lazy

I'm pretty damn lazy, I tell you what.  I have so many assignments due tomorrow, it's insane--not to mention history and math tests I need to study for to make up the bad grades I started the semester with.  And what have I done to prepare for this?  After track practice (which could be a lot better if I bothered to run in the off season) I got home, ate some french bread, put some songs on my iPod, and now I'm writing a blog.  And I'm so tired I think I'll go to sleep in fifteen minutes.  Probably sleep in a half hour, if I feel like it tomorrow.  Which I will.

I'm taking a nap.  See you guys in ten hours.

There is no end to how apathetic I can become towards school work (I also just realized that I can never use my real name because colleges cannot accept me after that statement).  I hate being told what to do if the reasoning is "because this is what the education system wants" or "you'll get into college with this" or "dry humor isn't the best marketable skill--you need to learn how to read".

This could be the Magna Carta for all I know.







I've become an unwilling student.  Yikes, I ought to change that, considering the fact it's my junior year and I've been bombed incessantly with mountains of superfluous knowledge I have to cram into my brain.

You think there's no superfluous knowledge?  Maybe you're right, but I go with the Sherlock Holmes method:



A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.

No words from a fictional character have resonated with me more than these.  I abhor math (but I'm actually pretty good at it) so I won't have a career in that field.  If that's the case, why do I need to learn trigonometric functions and memorize the graphs for sine, cosine, and tangent?  But I digress.

The point is, I'm lazy, and I need to shape up. *note:  this post was finished and published two days after its genesis because the author is that lazy*

Stay colorful,

                     Meimei







Oblivion

Life punches you in the face with its lessons whether you like it or not.  Doesn't matter when or where, experiences eventually culminate to form practical bits of wisdom.

A penny saved is a penny earned, b*tch.

Playing video games is typically not a way I expected to learn something about myself, but after reading some stuff about revealed personality traits, I decided to take a look at myself after playing Elder Scrolls IV:  Oblivion.

Sir Nerdwick of Antlerhead

1.  I view people as inconveniences
There was a point in the game where you have to close an Oblivion gate (a gate to Hell, essentially) in order to save a certain city from the demons pouring out of it, thereby gaining the support of the city's leader.  There's a catch though; the leader's son--we'll call him Suicidal Dumbass--ran into the gate with his friends from the club he made up his group of "Knights".  I didn't really care for rescuing him, until his dad promised good stuff if he came back alive; and if I've learned anything from full sized candy bars on Halloween, it's that rich people give out good stuff.

Get that bite-sized crap out of here.

I went through the gate and found Suicidal Dumbass and his one friend--he tells me all the rest died (surprise).  We have to travel to the main tower and destroy the gate so we can leave, but Suicidal Dumbass has his own battle plans.  By battle plans, I mean he runs head on with his friend without waiting for me to help him.  I did try to keep him alive, but as we got closer to the end, they both fell in battle.  The very first thing I thought?  Finally!

Then I danced upon their not-yet-dug graves.

They were cumbersome to me, like two toddlers with swords that I wasn't getting paid to watch.  After I celebrated their deaths, I respectfully dug through their remains, took their money, and closed the gate myself.  Didn't care about how his father would handle the death of his only son, or what would happen to the city now that its extra defense would be gone.  They were burdens to me, nothing more.

2.  I would rather die than take crap from people.
I was riding along a road to get to some castle, when some thugs stopped me.  "Pay up, or else."  When I had $25,000 on me and they were asking for $100, it seemed more like a donation than a mugging.  However, there was no way I could let them take my money or look at their smirking faces as I rode away.  Now matter how much of a disadvantage I was at, I chose to fight, spending some valuable healing resources in the process--things that cost over $100.  Why do it, then?  Because there is no way I am going to let someone take advantage of me, even if they are fictional.

Another case would be when I accidentally stole something in a market (trust me, it's possible) and the police force jumped on me like they'd found the medieval Adolf Hitler.  This was early in the game, so I had no money to pay my bail.  Upon telling the soldier I'd cooperate, he smiled and said, "That's too bad.  I was hoping you'd resist arrest."  I promptly reloaded my game, stole the same thing, and resisted.

Loot at that stupid, mocking face of his.

I lost (there were literally coming from all parts of the city), and had to reload my game--careful not to steal anything--but at least I didn't have to look at some cop's smug expression.  I would rather die a thousand video game deaths than take that.

3.  I'm a poacher.
Imagine riding along on your horse, when, oh no! the battle music starts playing.  Enemies must be nearby.  Wait, no worries bro, it's just a crab trying to pinch the leg of your horse.  You could easily outrun it, however, it did scare you into thinking there were more bandits chasing after you, and you've already got off your horse to fight.  What do you do?

What did I do?

I drew my sword and killed the crab.  You know what I did after that?  I went running down the coast line and killed every crab I could find.  I was mad at those stupid things getting in my way all the time, and I snapped.

Revenge is a dish best served in the carcass of your enemy.

I didn't even take the sort-of valuable crab meat off of them--that wasn't the reason for the slaughter.  I wouldn't have done that to in-game people; that'd be psychotic.  No, I just went on a crab-killing spree because a video game had broken me mentally.  No big deal.

Video games are therapeutic.  Yeah, that's why I play them for hours on end...therapeutic...


Stay colorful,
                     Meimei

Elton John

I liked Elton John as much as the next person who'd listened to him while he was active.  I like Benny and the Jets, Your Song, and I love Crocodile Rock.  The awesome piano playing and somewhat vague lyrics make for good songs.

But I listen for the man himself.

Now, much like a long-term guy/girl friend relationship, a revelation of attraction has come into play (attraction to the music--no one needs to tell me he's gay).   I've come to realize I really like Elton John's songs.  I was just listening to some of his greatest hits on iTunes, and I'm grinning like an idiot at Rocket Man--singning along, even though I've only heard the song in a movie once or twice.  And why not?  They're catchy, and in my opinion, well written pieces.  I plan on taking our relationship a little furthur by purchasing more songs for my cracked iPod.  Don't ask, I'm just too cheap to buy a new one.

If I can make out the album cover, it still works.

Stay colorful,
                     Meimei