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It’s just glove misspelled…

Strange how it came out in the context of vomiting. No pun intended.

But she liked Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and that makes her cool in my books. Add on the interest in Battle Royale (even before I showed her the manga, but especially after I showed her the manga), and she's got a good buffer.

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Think it. Be it.

You know you're a computer science geek when you get excited and happy about the improved efficiency of linked lists with tails after learning linked lists, or the convenience of arraylists after learning lists.

I'm such a computer science geek.

You also know you're a geek that doesn't like American Studies when your American Studies notes have parts that look like:

I. Anti-Immigrant Hysteria
___C. Some lynching and renaming of food

___B. 1890 Sherman Antitrust Act was ineffective (we do not hold the beach, say again, we do
not hold the beach…)

I'm such a geek that doesn't like American Studies.

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Relieving stress for only eight dollars

I'm trying to obtain ownership of this domain from its previous owner. I won it in an online auction using electronic currency, but it was registered in his name. The transfer should take place smoothly, but I don't know when the transfer will go through or how long this site will be down (cause without the domain to point to it, there's no way to access it...). If there are any major problems, updates will be posted at my Livejournal. The domain name has no influence over my website's files, as I would be able to access them even without a domain, and I have contingency plans in case of a mishap. Just sit tight till the tide washes over.

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Random? Yes. Unimportant? Probably.

Mmm, 666 posts. I'll keep it like this for a while...

Slowly and steadily I'm rebuilding the Compilation of Crazy Conversations, but since I have a shitload of logs, it's going to take some time. I'm also increasing the quality control, considering it's fucking huge as it is.

The links on the right panel have been brought back. I couldn't use WordPress' Link call because of weird issues probably relating to the CSS of the theme, so I had to sloppily plant the links there myself. As long as it works.

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The orange…it burns!

Gates are gates. I didn't see anything remarkable about them, and even though I got a sample of the material the gates are made of, I wasn't impressed. The excursion was still pretty fun, staring off with me chilling out in Barnes and Nobles for over an hour waiting for everyone to show up. We then went to Central Park to see the gates, but also climbed the artificially placed and supported rock faces, piled on top of the seesaw, swung on the swings, and tossed around frisbees and baseballs. We went to a random coffee shop to eat (they had trouble seating us, but it was alright), then went to go see Constantine. The only problem was that even though I was 17, not everyone else was, and the theater stubbornly refused to grant us admission. So we backtracked to the one place where there's no age restriction: FAO Schwartz. It's practically becoming a hangout for us. We explored the top floors more this time, but we eventually settled down in the basement. After gaining a foothold in the right places, we enjoyed games of air hockey and foosball as well as the large couch in front of the wide screen television.

The following day was a mix of seemingly random events. I first went to Cerami & Associates to talk about my internship this summer. The talk was pretty brief; they confirmed that I'd be doing a lot of the same again, but I was welcome to poke around the audio-visual department if I wanted to (I had previously stuck to the acoustical department). I had some time to kill before my rendezvous with friends, so I put on the change of clothes I brought (I came to Cerami in a dress shirt) and explored CompUSA, Cold Stone (ice creeeeam), a random internet cafe (not a gaming cafe, otherwise I would have spent all my time there), and a fancy schmancy McDonalds (whose dollar menu is really pitiful). I then saw Bride and Prejudice, which reminded me of Bend It Like Beckham in that though the main problems were resolved, there was no guarantee of a happy ending. It had a lot more funny moments than Bend It Like Beckham, though, so I enjoyed it. We dined lightly at Applebees (it's already expensive, and Manhattan jacks up the prices of everything, so...) and then went to a seemingly random New York museum for one of her assignments. It had a surprisingly cool collection of items (and not as many paintings, which I'm not as keen on), and it was nice and quiet. The only people we saw were old fogeys who shied away from us 😛 .


Edit: I later saw Constantine at home. It was a pointless movie. There were cool moments, and those moments were extremely cool, but you're left without much knowledge of anything. There is no resolution, because you're not even sure what the problem was. I liked the concepts, as I expected I would, but while I would see (and have seen) certain moments again, I wouldn't pay to do so. Sorry, but there isn't even random sex to offset the vagueness of the movie.

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Strayhorn, here I come!

Changing to WordPress version 1.5. Don't worry if your soul is sucked into the computer; everything should be updated shortly.

Edit: Done. I had to work around a number of problems because index.php and wp-layout.css are no longer kept in the home directory, but I managed to fix it. You're going to be deprived of the links I used to have on the right panel until I can find some workaround for that too. The problem was that it kept using the graphic designated as the background for the date. That in itself wouldn't be so bad if it resized itself or didn't make the text teeny tiny. As it stands, I can't use WordPress' built-in link function, but it's not like I used it that avidly anyway. I'll either construct a new panel on the right like I did for the Other Sections bit, or incorporate it into my About page.

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No, not guardian force…

They're different. Undeniably different. They're the ones I can pick out in a crowd, the ones I care deepest for, and the ones that I don't mind embracing again and again. If I'm so close to them, then naturally I should be my truest to them. I should feel most comfortable around them, and I should know them better than anyone else. Yet on both counts, it's oddly only half-true.

There are four main modes of behavior that I adopt: passive, condescending (and often sarcastic), courteous, and debauched. There will always be bursts of each, but I tend to stick to one for the most part when I interact with a person. I initially start passive, settle into one of them when I finish casting down judgement on a person, and stick to that behavior until I learn something new about the person. The most common changes are because of a sarcastic or debauched joke I make that is responded to favorably, and I switch to meet them with a courteous or debauched manner.

Yet I've noticed that all of them have been met with the courteous attitude. Why not a debauched attitude? I certainly have enough fun in it, and most (all?) of my good friends are met with the debauched attitude. Why should they be any different?

It's not like I'm holding myself back with them. When I'm with people, thoughts come to mind according to the behavior I've adopted with them. Next to a person that I act condescending to, negative thoughts come to mind. With a person I act debauched to, debauched things come to mind. Everything feels natural; when I'm courteous, I simply don't see things the same way I do when I'm acting debauched. In the moment, I have just as much fun either way.

Everything's pointing towards the conclusion that I'm some ultra-adaptable person. Perhaps I'm not inherently perverted and debauched, and that it simply seemed like a good route at the time, so I picked it up. When I was in middle school, rap was the most prevalent kind of music, so I took a small liking to it. When I went to Stuyvesant, where rap wasn't as popular, my interest in it died out.

Instead, I'm a reflection of the people I'm around. Some unconscious effort on my part to be liked? Considering that to them I had been courteous, I wouldn't be surprised. I can only count one, perhaps two, who I've been attracted to that didn't mind me being debauched. And they were pretty debauched themselves. So I guess I do match the person I'm with.

Yet it seems almost taboo to cross over and become debauched with them. It's almost like they're on a different level with me, such that I feel protective towards them, which requires the courteous attitude. What would happen if I got that close to a debauched? Hopefully my current situation will never end, but it'd be interesting to see how the debauched relationship would change. A mix of the two, I'd presume.

Yet even more odd than my tendency to change according to the people I'm around (kinda like a behavior chameleon?) is my memory loss. It's the strangest thing, even stranger than me being a good goalie. But I can't recall their faces.

I have no idea why. I've spent more intimate time with them than anyone else, and I'm not so shy as to constantly avert my gaze. If the concept behind studying notes is well-founded, I should know their faces inside and out (okay, that's a little gross). But I don't. Despite seeing their faces day after day, I don't remember them. It's frustrating to no end, kinda like when you cram for a test only to find that you've blanked out on everything. You desperately try to recall the information, because it's vital to you not getting whipped when the test grade comes back, but you just can't remember anything.

But sometimes you'll remember a bit of what you studied the night before the test. When that memory comes back, you're overjoyed that you're not going to be beaten within an inch of your life. That warm, fuzzy feeling when I finally recall her face almost makes up for the frustration, like meeting up with her after being away from them almost makes up for the heartache. It's a feeling of security and love, like now that she's back, everything will be okay.

And I'm beginning to think that it's only with the person who remains past the line. I'm recalling images of her more easily every day, images I would've struggled to find when I was with her. It's a bit counter-intuitive, because she's not the person I'd prefer to occupy my thoughts, but that's exactly what's happening.

I'm just a field day for psychologists specializing in the subconscious, aren't I?

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“Sometimes I wish an oar would just hit me in my stomach and get rid of this baby.”

Classmate : "Nobody ever gets mad in the book [A Farewell to Arms]. It's like a fairy tale."
English teacher: "They're in Switzerland! You don't get mad; you get neutral."

Edit: Compilation of Crazy Conversations updated. The compilation was lost. If anyone has it in their browser's cache, I'd appreciate any record you have of it. It was a big ass list, and I'm not going to reconstruct most of it unless I can get a copy of it.


Physics is phun

SarcasticSteven (9:32:01 PM): i don't get transverse/harmonic [waves]
SarcasticSteven (9:32:18 PM): oh
SarcasticSteven (9:32:20 PM): never mind
ProdigalElement4 (9:34:08 PM): eh?
ProdigalElement4 (9:34:14 PM): u might wanna splain that then
SarcasticSteven (9:34:34 PM): ok
SarcasticSteven (9:34:37 PM): think of it like this
SarcasticSteven (9:35:00 PM): you're taking a piss
SarcasticSteven (9:35:12 PM): you've got a monstrous penis, so you fire it more or less in a straight line
SarcasticSteven (9:35:13 PM): now
ProdigalElement4 (9:35:14 PM): hehe, this is the weapon thing all over again
SarcasticSteven (9:35:16 PM): bear with me
ProdigalElement4 (9:35:22 PM): rawr
SarcasticSteven (9:35:25 PM): you're feeling antsy
SarcasticSteven (9:35:34 PM): so you start jumping up and down as you water your toilet bowl
SarcasticSteven (9:35:46 PM): that movement is perpendicular to the piss
SarcasticSteven (9:35:53 PM): that's a transverse wave being formed
SarcasticSteven (9:35:55 PM): however
SarcasticSteven (9:36:04 PM): you then feel the urge to practice some basic sex motions
SarcasticSteven (9:36:12 PM): so you start thrusting back and forth, quagmire style
SarcasticSteven (9:36:22 PM): that movement is in the same direction as the piss
SarcasticSteven (9:36:28 PM): that's a longitudinal wave being formed
SarcasticSteven (9:36:56 PM): makes sense?
ProdigalElement4 (9:38:11 PM): yep
ProdigalElement4 (9:38:13 PM): hehe
ProdigalElement4 (9:38:22 PM): u make learning fun, quagmire style
SarcasticSteven (9:38:24 PM): i like unorthadox explanations
SarcasticSteven (9:38:32 PM): but i can't ever be a teacher
ProdigalElement4 (9:38:36 PM): hehe
SarcasticSteven (9:38:39 PM): i'd be fired once i started making thrusting motions

Extra credit regents exam problem from our latest physics test: What physical phenomenon explains the absence of a kloomphargen in any carnistigian garbfurshken (as often seen on the planet Boolnoggin) unless in the presence of a gallanpurnachtschlagen (with a tallundagmishken kurpglargen, of course)? (2 points)
Actual answer: Resonance. Our teacher told us that whenever we see a regents physics question we don't know, but deals with sound, answer resonance.
My answer: While the kloomphargen is most comfortable in its native carnistigian garbfurshken, the climate of such carnistigian garbfurshken is different due to the increased atmospherical pressure on planet Boolnoggin. This change can be negated if a gallanpurnachtschlagen is present because of the gravitational forces that they exert. However, for the gallanpurnachtschlagen to survive the initial onslaught of xanhydrophosphoric malenters, they must be equipped with tallundagmishken kurpglargen. Standard-issue models are fine. Physics textbooks would increase the time gallanpurnachtschlagens stay on planet Boolnoggin, because physics is so damn interesting. Word.

He circled the letters r, e, s, o, n, a, n, c and e within my paragraph, and gave me half a point, which rounded up to one. I got 71 out of 70 points.

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This is the one post where I violate my privacy ethics

How many of you can say you spent Valentine's Day watching Battle Royale with your girlfriend?
Didn't think so.

It was actually her idea, which makes her just as weird as me. I liked the movie and at the same time didn't like the movie. Yes, it still had an island of kids killing each other, with badasses and sluts and cooperations that fall apart, but it was missing so much more. The only backstory was in the form of random flashbacks, and even then they didn't serve to do much. To take a collection of 13+ volumes of manga and condense it into one movie, they ditched the amazing personality given to each character. In the movie, a guy with a bulletproof vest gets shot at, survives, then gets his head chopped off and used to hold a live grenade that's thrown into a window. Gruesome, yes. But in the manga, the guy is described as a musical prodigy that was born into an elite family and holds elitist ideals. He feels isolated from everyone, because they're all worthless scum. You feel his emotions when he's trying to worm his way out of the hands of one of the good characters, and when he takes a bullet, pretends to be dead, and silently slanders and plots to kill his attacker as the attacker approaches him to examine the kill. Characters in the manga are just plain cooler.

And since I'm on a crazy streak anyway, I'm going to explain the clues in the post two posts back, just so you know I wasn't simply spouting random shit. It's actually possible to figure out what I was saying.