Well, lookey here, I'm making a post again.

Not much to report. School's going well enough. My new fourth block is going to grate on my nerves, but I had nothing else to take and I kind of like being at ATC for fourth block, so, I'll deal with it.

Would it creep you out if I told you I know that you're reading this? It's true. I do.

Hmm...


Anyway, I've finally started getting into the meat of Metroid Prime Trilogy. I played MP3 through once, and now I'm starting the entire thing over with MP1. It's still fantastic, even though I've played the gamecube version countless times. By countless I mean 4 or 5 times...it strikes me how cheesy the plot is sometimes, but it doesn't bother me too much. It's just fun.

Fun, fun, fun. I interviewed with a guy from Brown University on Saturday. He was pretty great. I think we talked for an hour and a half, all told. He said that I was a great candidate for Brown as far as personality goes. My grades aren't half bad either. So the fact that he seems to like me is probably a good sign. The same goes for the lady from MIT. She wasn't as engaging, but she was definitely nice. I think they both are going to recommend me. Wheee!

I got accepted into Clemson already. For a while I was psyching myself out, wondering if I would be able to get into ANY of the schools I applied to. But I got in, so that's great. Now I'll have a fantastic backup if everything else falls through.

MP2 has some nice music tracks. And a lot of them, too.

I am just not writing well lately. I mean, look at this. My thoughts are hardly flowing well, even within themselves. I wrote a commentary for an excerpt from Hamlet that was only 4 pages long, double spaced. (That's written, not typed.) It was a bit concerning. I guess I'm just off.

My dog's getting old. :| She now refuses to walk within 4 feet of the kitchen and doesn't readily move across any of the wood floor. I think it's because her nails are so long that she slips everywhere she goes. Doooooggyyyyyyy.

She still loves a good scratch behind her ears. d'awww

Lauren bought me a milkshake on the way to Dead Theologians after school yesterday. So I was sitting in a Panera Bread, with a milkshake from Chick-Fil-A, and it was delicious. I've never had the peppermint ones before. CERTAIN PEOPLE were going overboard with the coveting. I've never felt so guilty consuming a gift from someone that I ended up paying for anyway. What gives.

I saw Saw (VI?) last night. The newest one. It was...different. I dunno if they did that on purpose, but it was. Kyle loves the Saw movies. I just think they're OK. The plot twists are pretty sweet, but when you have a twist that extends into earlier movies, that means people have to watch ALL of the movies to get it. And that's frustrating.

GORE GORE GORE GORE GORE

That's frustrating too.

I'm still astounded with the awesomeness from the Sherlock Holmes soundtrack. Hans Zimmer is the man. I should find more of his soundtracks...

After I finish this powerpoint on the differences between French and Georgian architectural styles.

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Noun:
1. An act of aggression or hostility in a laid-back situation. Ex, throwing your drink in someone's face at a party.

2. The act of smoking or getting drunk or high around people who abstain, ever.

3. The act of being a ruining someone's innocent fun. (see "buzz-kill")

4. The act of taking an understood joke too far.

5. slang, term used to describe implications which are offensive or maliciously intended.

I think, once, my brother put his fist through his wall. Or at least dented it. I've never acted on my anger like that before. I ALMOST did, last night. Which goes to show, sometimes you inherit traits from your parents you'd rather not have. Like anger. Or cancer.

Two very different things, caused by very different circumstances; sometimes maybe caused by each other. But somehow, they're the same. They work the same way. If it doesn't just go away, you have to purge it forcefully. Stop its growth.

Haha! The song that's playing on my computer is Drag You Down by Finger Eleven. How fitting.

I nearly forgot it, but for the first Christmas after my dad died, my mom bought three big, white candles. We set them up on the mantle, between the branches of the holly. And before we had our present opening feast, Mom told us that she'd gotten the three candles because they were supposed to represent how Dad was still with us in spirit. I don't remember if it was before a prayer or afterward, but I remember that after we lit them, the middle flame grew over a foot high. We almost didn't notice, except for the inordinate amount of hot wax dripping off the fireplace. It kept burning for a long time, until we blew it out.

We never figured out what happened. We had to stop using that candle because the entire side had melted away and none of the wax would stay put, but before we tossed it, it never burned so high again.

Merry Christmas, guys.

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Christmas today was satisfying. Opened presents with Mom and Sean, which was cool. Katie came by, talked briefly with Mom, and we drove around and visited/stalked some friends. Pretty fun. Then, she brought me to her house, where her mom presented me with a knit hat (it matches the one she made for Katie...). And Katie gave me THIS, the COOLEST DREAMCATCHER...EVAR! I really don't know how to describe it. I think it's amazing, and I love it, and all the other presents I got (new Zune, FM broadcaster, Old Spice bathroom set?, a few books, several fantastic Threadless shirts...) put together ALMOST match the dreamcatcher in awesome-ness.

PICTURES!











It has two hoops! About 75 glass beads in the outer ring, and about 25 in the inner, all unique and hand-picked. The leather strips wrapped around the hoops are the deepest shade of blue and the feathers are, quite frankly, the farking coolest things I have ever seen.

I think there was more, but this is...AGH IT'S DISTRACTING, but I LOVE it.

Thanks so much!

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I really, really, REALLY hate being left out of the loop. I don't like to hear about parties and such after the fact. I mean, it's one thing if the host doesn't know me or there are other reasons to not invite me. Then it's just, "Oh, he/she didn't invite me. Alright."

It's a different beast when you hear about a bunch of your friends getting together, friends who you'd assume would invite you or at least warn you of an upcoming event. Seriously, is it so easy to forget me? I kind of doubt it. Half the people there have my phone number; it takes about 17 seconds to send me a text.

Ugh.

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