Interviewing isn't as easy as some people may think. In fact, the person who's being interviewed has the easier part. So I thought, "hey, I want to be interviewed." And someone did. Well, something... Facebook. Yeah, it's a geek fest (w00t!), but it's better than nothing, right? Besides, it lets me show how darn witty I am. Here's the transcript, if you will:
Q: What is your natural hair color?
A: Brownish. Wow, how amazingly exciting.
Q: What language do you wish you could speak fluently?
A: French. I like the way it sounds with all the snobby sounding words. Or British. That'd be awesome.
Q: What's your favorite sport?
A: Racquetball. It's the game of champions. Unless you lose; then it's the game of losers.
Q: Are you in love?
A: You'd better believe it. It's almost like Ice Cream and I were made for each other.
Q: Sweet or sour candy?
A: Sweet. I don't necessarily like the feeling of my teeth melting in my mouth.
I'll come out with more later. Mainly because I don't want you getting bored of it too soon. And the site that has some of the questions is down...
So, it's Christmastime. I like how that's one word: "Christmastime." We've gotten so lazy that we refuse to put a space in between the words. Wow.
Anyway, It's the holiday season. I still have some shopping to do, but not much. I am a poor college student, after all. I can't afford much stuff. I also have some cards to send out. Honestly, some people do nothing but complain around Christmas, saying that it's too much work and that it's totally pointless. Avoid these people, as they will suck the winter joy right out of your soul like a mobile anti-jolly black hole. Seriously, it's only once a year! And yes, it can be stressful, if you make Christmas too big of a deal. Take it easy. Only send a few cards instead of 400 of 'em. Relax, take a deep breath, and go eat a Chocolate Orange. If you don't know what those are, I pity you from within the deepest corners of my soul.
Just because I'm talking about this Christmas stuff doesn't mean that you won't be hearing from me until after Noel. Oh no, I'm not that easily disposed of. You'll be hearing from me before then. Check this place often. Really. You might learn a thing or two.
An Interview
Gettin' used to it.
I have a strange theology that's not found very often in today's college scene. I try to be courteous. I know that sounds heretical and absurd, but yes, I do what I can to be polite to other people. When they need help, I'm the first to snap to attention and get to it. This being considered, it seems natural that others would be willing to try and help you, right? I just drove this person across town and paid for something of theirs, and the next day I need something dropped off next door. But wait, they're a bit tired. Oh, and they don't have their shoes on, so apparently it's just too inconvenient for them to do it. Maybe next time.
For years, I've had the "pleasure" of helping other people and being their "friend." That is, at least, until life's good for them. Then they don't need help, and Mark is just that guy that helped them that one time. I'm not asking for much, just a little loyalty. But yeah, it's a little late for that.
Now that my ranting is done, let us continue forth into the journey that is life. My life. My special life.
The deepest crags of Hell have split open and spewed out their abhorred spawn: Finals. As they emerged, they raised their eyes to the heavens and let out a bellow of challenge against freedom and liberty themselves. Luckily, this only happens once a year, but it is a time filled with darkness, fear, and abounding caffeine overdosing. However, there is one mighty weapon that may slay these creatures of darkness: nay, not procrastination, but the exotic and strange practice of studying.
Yes, studying is a strange and dangerous thing. It's like fire: it's extremely beneficial, yet at the same time dangerous if not used with great care. Let me explain...
If you study correctly, you re-learn what you've forgotten, and you are better prepared for the horrors yet to come.
On the other hand, if you practice study habits irresponsibly, the consequences may be dire. You can study too much, leading to sleep deprivation. This in turn may lead to extensive caffeine usage, which leads to frequent bathroom breaks, which leads to overheating laptops unsupervised, which leads to fires, which leads to mis-read and therefore offensive smoke signals overseas, which leads to a hasty nuclear missile assault, which leads to targeting errors, which leads to the destruction of the city of Magna (not that anyone would know or care).
You see? Be very careful when dealing with Finals Week. It's a mental minefield out there. Tread lightly.
Craziness
These last two days have been crazy to an extreme level of craziness. The amount of emotional fluctuation makes one's minds ponder... or just hurt. I could go into the details, but no one wants to hear me whine like that.
On a happier note, I don't have my first final until Wednesday! You know what that means? The only thing I really HAVE to do is study. Other than that, it's whatever I feel like. Although this may sound like life's about to get very boring... you're probably right. But what some people fail to realize is that I thrive on boredom. It give me time to think about the greater things of the Universe.
It's Michelle's Birthday tomorrow, of which the entire world will rejoice. There's a few things I don't get about birthdays, however.
Firstly, the infamous birthday cake. Cakes are foods that go back thousands of years, and I'm sure that they were used at several different types of celebrations. Maybe one day in Ancient Greece they were having a birthday party for some philosopher and they, in accordance with their philosophical ways, tried something totally insane and declared it fact. In this case, they declared that all birthday cakes must be on fire for proper celebration observance.
Of course, this must have caused some culinary hurdles to be figured out. They must have tried setting the whole thing on fire, which actually led to a great increase in charcoal supply. Putting oil on it and setting it ablaze, and eventually became the flambe technique, commonly used in French cooking.
But, lo and behold, along came the candle. I'm sure the candle had been used for long before this, but ingenuity was a new invention, so they were never used together. But when they were, oh, the rejoicing! And henceforth, to this day, the birthday candle has been a staple in our celebratory lifestyles.
A pretty weird day...
Today was one of those days that make you wonder if you're awake or not; and when you figure out you are, you realize that you have gotten more done if you were actually asleep. Today was my last day of Racquetball, so I thought my "final game" would be a thing of greatness and glory. I got skunked. I played cutthroat (3-player racquetball) with these other guys and I was defeated most soundly. They were up in the 14-15 range while I was still trying to break double digits. I swear I'm not really that bad at the sport, but I just couldn't get it together. Racquetball makeup was even "better." I showed up to play one last time, but all they did was go to their courts, and all I could do was watch, so I left after a while. Like I said, I would have gotten more done if I were asleep.
The rest of the day I didn't do much more than study, read, and attempt to hang out (that hasn't gone well for me for the last couple of days... or weeks). Such excitement I have never known before. Insert eye rolling.
On the other hand, tomorrow is the last day of classes, so there's a plus. And it's Friday, the official beginning of the weekend (for those of you who think it starts on Saturday, I shake my head in pity for you). I need this weekend. Like like or want, but NEED! I'm getting sick of people, and I need a time to become a hermit for a while. I know that sounds anti-social, but that's the point. I could go on about how bad my life bites socially and how my "friends" are doing this and that, but that would only waste your time, which you're already dangerously close to doing by reading this thing in the first place :) (I rarely use smileys, so consideryourself blessed.)
Like I said before, I'm going to try to update this every day, and that makes it YOUR job to check it often. Remember that promise you made last time? Remember, Santa's always watching you, and I have connections that can get him to let info "slip."
Be excellent to each other.
My first post...
This is my first post!... Hmm... wow, there's no fireworks, dancing chinchillas or purple squid like they said... Well, I can live without.
So, what do ya think? Pretty nice, huh? I like all the polka dot thingies myself. But hey, in all seriousness, PLEASE check this often, so I don't feel like I'm just talking to myself. That would be kinda... awkward. Promise me you'll use it often. Go on, promise. I'll wait...
Done? Sweet. But there's bad news: you'll have to wait until later to read the rest of my posts. I'm going to stop here for now. I don't want to waste all of the fun in one day. On that note, I will catch you homies later, yo.
