Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Ding ding.

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Godel- ..Wow. How did you know not know this?

Or did you know this and felt like punishing yourself?

Shin- It's all for the parents, and that makes it even lamer.

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I've been getting pretty bad headaches lately. I think they're stress-induced.. It might just be my lack of sleep, but it happens whenever something's frustrating me.

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We started summer school today. It starts about an hour after our regular school, which is nice.. Fortunately, I found someone I knew quickly, and he knew where to go, but we still had to run around searching for our schedules (which was pointless, since we stood outside our class for about ten minutes).

So.. We got to hear about morals and integrity for about seven hours. With a half-hour lunch break. It's not that bad, since the teacher it's a total silence Nazi, but somehow we got stuck in a class full of people dorkier than us.

Well, not quite full. But there are some majorly scary people in there. Infringing upon my turf, you know?

..Nah. I don't take pride in my social awkwardity. In fact, these kids made me look like some sort of popular sport-playing person. One of them took every oppurtunity he had to ramble on about how he's going to UCLA law school so he can become a criminal prosecutor. At one point he stood up in the middle of a conversation and went on about the Constitution, the Articles of Confederation and the individual versus community.

He'd raise his hand and do that annoying "OOH! OOOOH! PICK ME!!1" thing every time the teacher asked a question. And if anybody else brought up a point or said anything, he'd scoff or say "I was gonna say that."

I'd kind of feel bad for him if he weren't such a prick.

The other one I did feel bad for, though. He was just a large kid with an unfortunate voice and seemed to be bad at drinking water out of a bottle.

Actually, a lot of guys seemed to need a good jumpstart to their pituitaries. It's strange when you're in a class with judgemental metalheads who are pointing at your friend's Weezer backpack and all of a sudden they say something in the sweet, serene falsetto voice worthy of the Vienna Boys Choir.

We didn't do much work.. He showed us powerpoints, and we occasionally took notes on them, then we did work. The strange thing is that he has all of his students' work submitted over the internet. I kind of figured that would be nice, but so far the entire endavor has been a pain.

It's a simple system. Basically, you're emailing the teacher the work. That wouldn't be so bad if Microsoft Word worked. I've gotten used to just using Wordpad, but the conveniences of Word are greatly missed. After that, my mouse started freaking out. It kept acting as if the computer was reading the item for the first time, and eventually it just said "hardware is not recognized."

Because my friend decided that it would be wise to hit the thing against the table when it wasn't reading right. ~_^

This is the infinitely lovely Nyko Airflo mouse that Azure so kindly sent me last year. Oh, it served me well indeed, and I shall miss it so. For now, we just bought a crappy standard-issue Microsoft optical, but I plan on rebuying the Airflo.

And it shall be rebought with VENGANCE.

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We're almost a week into summer, and my brother has had more of a social life than me so far. According to my count, he's had three sleepovers, a pool party and two other meetings at people's houses. I've only done one thing so far.. But oh, what a one thing it was.

I found out my friend was getting the old surprise birthday party treatment from everyone the day that it was happening.. It was okay though, because I had already bought the gift: A Halo 2 Spartan figure that was as close to my friend's character type as they make. Also had her favorite weapon. I got a tackle-hug out of it, so I guess I did something right.

Though the wrapping sure as hell wasn't.

After that was cakefights, a bit of gaming (World of Warcraft bored me), a very ghetto pseudorave, some Splinter Cell-styled stealth, and much, much debauchery. All in all, it was an orgy, best defined by.. Well, one said image, but I'm not about to put it up here.

Wink wink.

EDIT: All riiiiight. Just when I thought I had buried my fears of the crazy-ass zombie dogs in RE4, this shoes up to reaffirm my anxiety!
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