Chinese Class

Ho hum.
What to say about Chinese Class?

Well, what do you want to hear?
That we all suck at speaking Chinese?
That we have no ability and will to learn?
That we continuously don't try, and then make up excuses for it?

I want to learn Chinese.
That's what I say.
That's all I've said about this class for the past few years.

But let me say this.
Every time we do anything, we are constantly, constantly, berated by the teachers.
For years now, we've had teachers attempt to set up boundaries, set up goals, set up ways to make us stop misbehaving.
Nothing has worked.
Partly because it's our fault.
But partly, because of theirs.

WE DON'T WANT TO BE YELLED AT CONSTANTLY.
WE DON'T WANT A TEACHER WHO IS WISHY WASHY.
WE DON'T WANT A TEACHER WHO, EVEN AFTER THE REPEATED TIMES WE SAY, DON'T GIVE US A POWER POINT, WILL STILL GIVE US A POWER POINT.

WE WANT A TEACHER WHO WILL MAKE CHINESE INTERESTING AGAIN.

We just want you to make us want to learn it.
Give us the tools, and give us some motivation.

We'll see how far we can succeed.

Lost Our Minds

So I've been listening to a lot of music lately.

And I've been reading a lot about Zombies.

So who better than me to put those two together?

Without further ado, Lost Our Minds

Dying in a Zombie Apocalypse
And the only thing I think of is your lips
Here I am, one of the last alive
But it feels like I've already turned dead inside
You said we could just runaway
Cause Zombies can't run, they lose their prey
But this new kind of life, I can't fit in
Cause I still love one of the bitten

Wooooah, Moans of Hate
Wooooah, Stars go Grey
Wooooah, Cannot Hide
Your voice is still with me, by my side

And it looks the start of a new age
Where we look real, but inside we're all enraged
Mindlessly killing those with just brains
And nobody cries anymore when it rains
I've lost the will and the way to be true
Cause the way pointing North was always to you
But now you're just one of dead
Nobody here is right in the head

Wooooah, Moans of Hate
Wooooah, Stars go Grey
Wooooah, Cannot Hide
Your voice has gone, from my side

Procrastination

Hey Dude-a-ma-bobs.

What the hell.

Seriously.

Why do I keep doing this to myself?

I've got all these things I want to do.
I mean, I really want to do these things.
But for some reason, I just sit.

ALL FREAKING DAY. ALL THE TIME. JUST AT THE COMPUTER. LOOKING AT SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE WHEN WHAT I REALLY WANT TO BE DOING IS MY OWN.

I mean, take this example:
On Nov. 20, I went to Hank Green's Gig, and had a night I won't soon forget.
I taped it, hoping to make a video very soon (Partly to get more subscriber's, but also because I had a great idea for it.)

It is now December 5th. I still haven't made it.

What. The. Hell.

Why do I do this? Why is it that I can't just sit down and take care of the things I want to do?
Why do I care so much about other people's lives at the point that I can't fully live my own?

I want to scream at this.
I want to cry.
I want to stop forgetting my life.

Clouds

So the sun was setting over the West Hills, right? But just above it were all of these clouds. And you know, usually, clouds don't look that great.

But these, man, these were great clouds. I mean, they didn't just take the gold glow of the sun, they transformed it into something more, fuller and more tangible. They turned into giant cotton balls spun with gold. And within each of these cloud, a bit of the sky had been stolen, and so inside each one was a mix of blue and gold and beautiful hues never thought before.

All this week its been like this. Perfect afternoon sky, the sun is going down, the clouds giving it more life than it had ever intended on this day.

And then I realized that people are sorta like clouds. They may bring about the rain, and sometimes cover the earth with a dark, dreary presence, but when something amazing happens...

That's when they shine.

Sleepy... Vampires?

You know, being this tired should not be allowed.
Seriously, I feel like my life is draining from my eyes.
This is not good, as I have so much life to live!
And so many things to do.
Which I can't.
Cause I'm tired.
And not a vampire.
Who can stay up all night, listening to the soft, lightly sensual sounds of themselves breathing.
They only close their eyes so that they can listen to the pain and suffering of the world that much better.

Obviously, we should punch them for being so Emo. But we can't because their muscles are so hard!

Therefore, vampires have only been put on this earth to drink the blood of people, and put them in a state of ever-increasing irritability and puchiness.

To make a very head-achy rant short, Vampires suck. (Woah, didn't even see that pun coming. I am that tired. Ugh, sleep, come for me now, I'd rather it be you than a vampire...)

Awkward...

In honor of some sort of thing, here is a handy dandy list of things that are awkward. Try them out on your friends! (Disclaimer: do not try these out on your friends unless you want it to be awkward)

-Walking in the same direction as someone, right after you've said goodbye to them.
-Sitting in between two people who are obviously into each other.
-Hot and Sexy Makeout Sessions in front of your friends.
-While you're walking and or sitting next to someone and having nothing to say, even though you kinda just had a conversation.
-Starting to chant when no one else does.
-Dancing when no one else does.
-When the teacher asks you to further explain your topic, but you totally just made up everything the period before this class and have no idea what to say, so all that comes out of your mouth is stuff like: "Um, well... well, um, hmmm. See, um, well, um, you see... um. Um."
-A pause in a conversation longer than 4 seconds (science shows that people can only handle up to 4 second pauses in a conversation before bringing up a new topic.)
-First Dates.
-Seeing your ex make out with your best friend, who is the same gender as your ex.
-Admitting to having an addiction.

EDIT (1/4/09)
-Also awkward: Standing next to someone in a urinal and not being able to go, so you're just standing there.
-Even more Awkward: Peeing at the same time as someone else.

Luckily for me, I relish awkwardness. I Challenge it! In fact, I like awkwardness so much that its personified version would feel awkward around me, because I only stared at it longingly.

So I just got one thing to say.

Bring it! Anybody?




(Also awkward; Feeling awkward talking to yourself on the internet.)

Anniversary

Today, my friend and his girlfriend (who, non-coincidentally, is also my friend) celebrated their one year anniversary.

I drew a comic in the style of Dinosaur Comics to celebrate this fact. Below is the transcript:
(Panel 1)
T-rex: Anniversaries are good, right? Especially on Dec. 1st, they are good.
(Panel 2)
T-rex: Good for HOT AND SEXY MAKEOUT SESSIONS!
(Panel 3)
T-rex: Hey, Dromiceiomimus, do YOU like hot and sexy makeouts?
Dromiceiomimus: Why yes, especially when they are hot and sexy.
(Panel 4)
God: GUYS I ALSO LIKE HOT AND SEXY MAKEOUTS
T-rex: Awesome! God also likes hot and sexy makeouts!
(Panel 5)
T-rex: What about you, Utahraptor?
Utahraptor: While generally I don't advise makeouts, on your anniversary you should have one.
T-rex: A hot and sexy one?
Utahraptor: YES.
(Panel 6)
T-rex: Anniversaries are good times for makeout sessions. If you had one on Dec 1st, you should totally have a HOT AND SEXY MAKEOUT SESSION RIGHT NOW.
(Title Text)
Throughout writing this comic, I kept on switching "sexy" and "sweaty" in my mind.

In serious life issues, it makes me sad that I don't have a girlfriend.
Aw wells.
Here's to hoping.