a history of me

Slowly but surely I'm encountering other friendly bloggers. They find funny or interesting shit and share it with their readers just like I try to do (in between talking about myself). So here's something I saw over at Jin's blog: GIZOOGLE.

I know what you're thinking, this is just the return of those lame ebonics jokes we heard ten years ago. But this is different! First, no one says "ebonics" anymore. Second, it's cool to mock that lingo again! Don't you people watch Da Ali G Show?

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I started this blog as a hobby last year. I thought it would be good to get into the habit of writing something everyday, even if it was something as banal as why I hate my job or what I did in school that day. But over the past few months I've been hearing constant chatter about bloggers who do things. They covered the 2004 Democratic National Convention, they questioned George W. Bush's mysterious bulge during the first debate, and just recently they helped expose the fake "journalist" who's been asking loaded questions at the White House.

So what am I doing here? Am I wasting my time? Should I express my outrage over political issues more often? Perhaps I should challenge the inane policies of my school on these pages? What if I just posted links to photos of naked celebrities?

Nah. This blog is reasonably entertaining as it is. Let's just hope my Study Abroad application is approved. Then I'll become an American writing about my experiences in Japan...that's never been done before, right?

Nevermind.

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The snow we were supposed to get this morning never really showed. Instead, we got a slushy wintry mix that did nothing but sour everyone's spirits. Of course, my mood improved after I aced two tests today.

Tonight was the first meeting of the Anime Gamers Alliance, a club I attended in the fall. Turnout was remarkably large. I'm looking forward to seeing some new shit this year and I continue to hope that the club will allow me to share JoJo's Bizarre Adventure with others!

The snow eventually came this evening and now everything is pretty. I wouldn't mind missing class tomorrow, if possible. I only have the one class and it's a real drag to ride the bus uptown, stay for an hour and then come right back.

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I've got two tests tomorrow but they say it's going to snow a lot until then. Most kids are actively hoping classes will be cancelled but I'm not because I'm old enough to realize that snow days at college aren't nearly as fun as they were in high school. In college everything is planned out for the whole semester. If you don't get to something on time it doesn't just go away. Everything just compacts into a tighter schedule. I'm ready for these tests and I want to take them as soon as possible. The sooner I take a test, the sooner I get it back and the sooner I know how I'm doing in class.

Bring it.

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We've all know what this is. There's something out there that you want really badly but for whatever reason you can't have it. So you find yourself hating it and everyone else who has one. You have a lot of reasons why, but let's face it, the biggest reason you hate it is because you don't have one.

For me, the object in question is a cell phone. I want one really, really, really badly. It would pop open like the ones they had in The Matrix. It would have to be a picture phone so I can go around moblogging when I'm not chatting it up in other people's faces. I'd use the hands-free headset sometimes so I can walk around talking to myself, confusing strangers and sales clerks alike. My conversations would always be as banal as possible, even when I slip into Japanese to show off for others. It'll have a loud and obnoxious ring tone too, just so everyone knows that it's my phone that's ringing and not theirs. Of course, that means I would never pick it up right away so that everyone can hear the whole sound that I carefully selected to represent me, aurally-speaking.

Why don't I buy one already? Two important reasons. The first is that the cost is far too high when contrasted with my needs. To get a hot-ass phone like the one in my dreams it would cost hundreds of dollars plus a long-term contract at $30-40 a month. The second, more depressing reason is that I don't need a cell phone at all because no one ever calls. If I get one phone call during the course of a weekend I'm ecstatic.

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Meh...yesterday was simultaneously awesome and shitty. The awesome part was that Ben came up for a visit and a little Super Bowl party. Now that my roommate's history, Ben could simply spend the night here and we stayed up all night drinking and enjoying ourselves. As a super-bonus, Ben brought along a three-foot party wedge from Rocky's Deli. It was a delight.

What sucked? Well, the Super Bowl sucked. Big time. The game was a bore as the Patriots' victory was painfully obvious to me the entire contest. It wasn't a blowout but it was easily the dullest 24-21 contest ever. On the "media spectacle" side, nothing memorable whatsoever occurred. Paul McCartney's halftime performance was a painful reminder that Paul hasn't written a good song in thirty years. The advertisers, afraid of offending anyone, decided the best course of action was to be as bland as possible. As soon as I saw the first ad where a biker gang is frightened by pick-up trucks, I knew it would be a forgettable evening.

But what sucked even more is that none of my friends here at Albany came to party with us. Two people, Kazu and Taku, dropped by late in the evening, but Ben and I spent the bulk of last night alone. I guess it was a quick reality check to remind me that I am not the popular type. Still, I can't complain too hard because having Ben over was great. We had a lot of fun joking around in the way that only we can. Hopefully the school won't rush a new roommate in here so I can entertain friends from home more often.

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A Photographic History of Michael Jackson's Face

Why Mike? Why?

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