Katamari... Katamari Forever!

So I log in here in this awesome mindset. I'm all like, "Yo, let's go make what can only be called 'The very best blog post'."
I start writing, and I'm like, wait, I don't wanna do this anymore.

Well, while writing that mess up there, I was listening to this song. Am I in love with it? Everlasting love? Yes. Yes I am
Alright.
Imagine this; it's like the best idea ever.
What if, instead of things having, like, wing arms, they had wing legs?
That way, they would be the ULTIMATE predators.
Just saying.

Anyways, so I've been playing Starcraft II a lot recently... it's really making me angry. The story mode is like, just easy enough and super fun and all that jazz, but then I go onto online or even just a skirmish against A.I. and I get torn apart! It's upsetting... I mean, I obviously won't play on the easiest setting, but... I'm losing sleep over this! I literally stayed up in bed just thinking of Starcraft strategies.

Anyways... I just caught a cold... in like, thirty minutes. It wasn't there, and then it was. Runny nose, sneezing, itchy eyes; it sucks.

So I decided I'm going to write more to that story, and that's that. Not sure where I'm going with it, but I've got a few ideas. :)

Lengthy

Well, it's been a long long time since I last wrote here. Not a lot has happened, but you know, I've found some things that I'm willing to share with... people.

First off, for five-ish days last week I was on a Marching Band trip to the Calgary Stampede.
It was pretty good.
Being there, living with people I never expected I would live with, really opened up doors to friendships and stuff. I talked with another Ben a lot, so we decided to name him "Ben3;" a suitable nickname. At the end of the trip, he took a card that we used to get into the place that we were staying, and he threw it. Really hard. And it stuck into a freakin' table. We always knew he could have the ability to kill.





I don't know if that embed will work, but if so, you should go look at it. The band is so psychedelic... and I love it. And It's all free. Booyah.

So over the course of today, I've eaten freezies and had bonding time with Max, cleaned out the shop, checked Facebook, and fallen in love with new bands, and with Ronald Jenkees. The song I can't get enough of is this:



I think the best bits of the song are from 0:00 to 7:01.
If possible, go look at more of Ronald Jenkees' stuff. His music can only be described (by me) one way. Electro-sexy.

A Quote from Ronald Jenkees:
If someone has no way of paying for my music, or if it's against their religion' to pay for anything digital (LOL), whatever the reason, I'd personally rather those people be able to enjoy my music rather than to not hear it at all. I'm not going to give a tutorial on how to download torrents of my album (google it, it's simple stuff) but I'm also not going to hate on anyone that downloads my music or shares it with a friend. That said, I still think it's important to support the stuff you like whether that's software, music, whatever... I hope that everyone will keep it in mind that Im an independent artist. I make most of my music from scratch and I'm not signed to any record label."

I don't know, I just really like the dude.

Anyways, I'm super excited for Maya to come down here. But I mean, it's seventeen days that they're staying... that could either be fantastic, or a little too long. There's no real middle ground there, you know?

Horrible

Things that are horrible:

Mowing lawns for five hours
The smell of rotting grain
The smell of dead mice in crude oil
The heat of the Summer sun
When your left speaker won't work
When you want to write a story, but have no ideas
When you want to know what someone looks like, but they have no pictures on Facebook
When things are too loud
When there's no cake left
When you can't move the trampoline on your own
Moving week-old dead gophers out of your mowing path
When your iPod screen is really scratched up
When your hair is too long but you can't do anything about it
When your T.V. has been broken for a week and a half
MOSQUITOES
Chapped lips
Anxiousness
When your Bionicle just won't go together the way you want it to
Dust
Back pain
When you accidentally plunge your hand into an unknown wet substance
When you want to watch The Matrix, but your TV IS BROKEN.
Dry skin
Dr. Horrible
When there's empty pop cans all around you, but there's no full ones left
Smelly garbage
When people criticize you for walking slow
When your Popsicle breaks in half... the wrong way
When there's nowhere to throw your garbage
When you take a shower, then find out you have to mow lawns for five hours
When someone you really, REALLY dislike wants to come over to your house
When your Summer is so busy, you have almost no time to yourself
Jealousy
And when your favorite manga won't update!

It's just been one of those days...

Excited!

Oh my goodness E3. Nintendo is absolutely dominating. What with the new Wii exclusives and all the crazy announcements for the 3DS, they are just blowing my mind. Head to www.ign.com to get all the facts. If you care.

Anyways, so there's this girl who's family is good friends with my family and she's been so obviously flirting with me... she knows I have a girlfriend, and she knows I have a long distance relationship going on, and I think she's gonna try and take advantage of that.
To be fair, I have kind of been "egging her on" per se, but it's really quite funny, to say the least.

(P.S. Jaymi, if you somehow manage to read this, it's, uh... not you, OK?)

Cannon

I have a question. Why does the media portray sports and athletics as the standpoint of being (un)successful? I mean, intelligence will, in fact, 95% of the time get you farther than athletics ever will. I understand that there are exceptions, but seriously. Get with it, guys.

So Chris has a new car, because his old one exploded. (No, it didn't literally explode) Anyways, he wants a name for it. The last one was Lightning, and it suited it perfectly. I'm thinking Jana, but that's just one name. I kinda like the cheesiness of "Hero"... Hmm... I'm gonna have to keep thinking of these... Hah, "Lolita." We could shorten it to "Loli" or "Lita" and I think that would be funny.

So I've been following Dragonball Kai. Yeah, I know I'm an otaku, but I don't care. It's a life I live, and I love it. Anyways, Dragonball is awesome. What with the fighting, and the sort of plot... It's kinda like retro goodness.

Speaking of retro goodness, EPIC MICKEY! And LOZ: Skyward Sword!

Reunion

Hey! Maya's home! Alright! Only thirty-some more days, now. I think I'll live.

Well, there goes my train of thought, as always.
So this manga, Gantz, is really freaking crazy. There's this guy, and he's all like "Black ball room, I remember!" And then this other guy's all like "Cannot tell him it's real, or my head will explode." And then he's all like, "I will kill everyone ever to get back into Gantz's room! Muahaha! Your girlfriend? DEAD! That psychic dude and his apprentice? DEAD! Every single pedestrian? DEAD!" It's really quite upsetting. All I can think is "Why?"

Anyways, yeah, so my thoughts are gone.

I need to do something...

Success Two

A while back, I put a post that was titled "Success."
I cannot remember what it was about, so this is a second one... still not sure what it's about, yet.

Once again, I'm in French class. It's an inspirational place to write, I guess. Also, there's nothing better to do in here but watch Youtube and blog.
Work?
Nah.

So for the past ten minutes, I've been watching this Super Mario 64 speedrun. It's freaking incredible. Like, wow.
Screw French, right?

So I learned a few things about some people I never had any idea about before, and I kinda feel more thankful and humble now. It's a good feeling.

If I were to make another story, what should it be about? Or if I were to continue my old story, that would work, too.

Well, class is ending, sorry this was such an awful post.

My Story I Started

I mentioned this in the previous blog post. Unfortunately, at this point, I don't know where to take it. Any suggestions would be helpful.

There once was a man. This man was completely normal by most standards. He had an office job, he was moderately fit, and had an average face to go along with his frame. He wasn’t overly social, but he still had a few friends to go to the pub with. He had a wife, but no children. Now, when I say he was normal by most standards, I mean that there was one major abnormality about this man. He was immortal, but he didn’t know it. Not that there was any way he could have known it; he had had no near-death-experiences, nor any experiences that should have left him face-down in a pool of blood.

To be fair, he had only stopped aging in appearance a few years back – at the prime age of twenty-one. Another funny thing about his immortality was that it had a mind of its own – it was kind of like a very intelligent parasite that had infected him – just a few years ago. Through these years, his parasite had learned his language. This is unfortunate, because, at this point you know that I, the narrator, speak English. This man was German, and therefore, so was his immortality. Now, this could very well pose as a problem for you, the reader, as you likely do not speak German. I, however, the third-person omniscient narrator, so I’m going to leave it up to you to decide for yourself what it is that is being said.

This man had another abnormality that was more apparent to the general public, and that was that he had no name. There was a blank space on his birth certificate. He went by whatever people called him, and whenever a name was said, he’d turn his head politely to be certain someone wasn’t speaking to him. His wife’s last name was Meyer, so that was often what he went by around the office.

Perfect, now that the exposition is out of the way, let’s begin with the plot. It all begins on an average day in this man’s hometown in Germany. Average being that the wind was blowing and the sky was gray and there was a light drizzle on the heads of the various people lazily and busily and seemingly randomly wandering the streets, and darting in and out of different, gloomy looking buildings. That’s how it would look from any normal person’s perspective, anyways. Each of these individuals had a story – sure, some were more interesting than others, and some were more sorrowing, but each person was as self-centered as the last, only thinking about what was happening in their lives, and not about the other, less fortunate people in the world. That is why they deserved what is soon to happen.

Speaking of people, one of these seemingly dreary, droopy souls was our protagonist. He really wasn’t dreary, though. He had had a productive day, and got a lot done. He was feeling optimistic. He was just finished his day at the office. It was a Friday, so he was in his casual wear – a gray jacket with a dark blue undershirt and dark, well-fitting jeans. You may think this is an unimportant detail, and, well, to say the least, it is. But it’s the little things that give a story its length, no? Anyways, back to the story. He let out a German-flavored sigh as he left his building. He was hoping it would at least stop raining today – he was wearing his favorite jacket, and they had said it had only been a twenty percent chance of rain today. He muttered something German as he set off on his way home. He considered taking a taxi, but soon remembered his wife’s aunt had been staying at their house for while… and she didn’t seem to be leaving. She had promised a four-day stay, but had been there for eight, so far. He let out another sigh, and wondered how long this would go on for, and maybe that it wasn’t so good to be optimistic about things – it only ends up crushing you when things don’t work out.

Just then, our protagonist passed a young couple who were holding hands. He scoffed at them, obviously jealous that his relationship had passed the “cute” stage where he could do that kind of stuff. He was married with his wife at 18, so their relationship had become a real marriage, and not so much a romance anymore. As he was passing them, he watched their feet step in sync (it was envy, obviously that made him do this) – left, right, left, right – it was entrancing. And then, just as he had to force himself to turn around in order to continue watching their feet, they laughed together, and he watched them not only step in sync, but suddenly, they stopped in sync. They didn’t just stop walking and stood there, but it was as if they had both just… stopped, mid-step.

He stood and stared for a moment, not quite sure what had happened. Then, out of nowhere, the girl’s tender-looking knees crumpled. Her torso and neck followed in a similar fashion. Then, her partner collapsed as well, directly on top of her. Our protagonist (let’s call him Meyer from now on) darted towards the crumpled heap of people, ignoring the new crashing sounds around him. Both partners were face down, so he first pulled the man and his newly bloody head off the woman. He turned her over delicately, not wanting to harm her even more. Her face had a few rogue streams of blood trickling slowly down from her forehead, but when Meyer saw her face, he gasped. No, he wasn’t skittish or afraid of blood, but it was the expression on her face. It wasn’t of pain, fear, anger, or even peace. She had a dumb expression plastered on her face – her mouth open, teeth showing, and her eyes were half-shut, as if she had been laughing. Which she was, just before this incident. He looked for a pulse, but none was found. He glanced at her boyfriend. His face was clean, and he also had the “laughing” expression on his face.

Shocked, Meyer dropped him, and stood to face the world around him. Every vehicle currently on the street had run into another, or into a building. There were no screams or shouting to be heard. Not even the patter of footsteps of other people. Everyone in eyesight had just stopped working. They were all… dead. Everyone. Meyer looked at the dented bumpers of the vehicles, and at a lonely cyclist who had somehow managed to get his head crammed in the spokes of his bicycle.

Meyer had a certain feeling about him, crawling around in every fiber of his being. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly. It wasn’t loneliness, no… nor was it fear. He didn’t really feel uncomfortable, either. He wasn’t sad, or angry. The only way to describe it was that it was nearly the same as the feeling of guilt – you know how it is, that feeling that bores itself into the pit of your stomach. Then, the feeling moved itself upwards. To the top of his chest, his throat, until finally, he lurched, and ultimately vomited. “Again, again, again!” His body shrieked at him. And he did, until there was nothing left in him. He kneeled on the sidewalk, his head reeling, and feeling worse than he had for years.

Suddenly, a thought popped itself into his head. He needed to go home, and see his wife one last time. Maybe, if he was lucky, he thought, she might still be alive. And if not, he would say a proper goodbye, and lay down some flowers. He walked solemnly, alone. He passed countless numbers of people who were laying there in all different arrays of positions. Nearing the end, he casually ignored them, not wanting to upset the gods. He had always lived by the principle “respect for the dead” and didn’t intend to dismiss his beliefs now.

As he began to approach his home, a sinking feeling erupted itself in his stomach. I’m sure we can all relate to this feeling, and I’m sure that we also all know what the cause of this feeling was. He saw something on the fence that surrounded his yard, and instinctively tilted his head to the side to better observe this “thing”. As he kept moving forward, the thing on the fence slowly revealed itself to him. It was his wife’s aunt, hunched over the fence, making her seem even more lethargic and pathetic than she already was. Meyer smiled at the thought of her finally being out of his life and being eternally out of his home, but the smile was quickly torn away from his face when he realized how taboo it was to be happy because of someone’s eternal demise.

So Meyer shuffled around the carcass of the woman he probably hated the most in the world, and found his way inside his house. Though he knew she would be dead, he really didn’t want to believe it. He had convinced himself on the way that everything would be okay, that it was probably just another realistic dream. He checked the living room; the TV was left on, and he got a little upset at the fact that it was wasting electricity, but the thought soon was overridden as he remembered his original objective. He checked the kitchen; nothing out of the ordinary. This brought him to the bedroom. He found his wife lying on the floor next to the bed, her head propped up against the dresser.

Another Social Class

Today, I am supposed to be doing online work for a newsletter worksheet type thing. I'll just copy it off Ethan; I don't care.

Bendos, who obviously won't be doing his work either is stumbling. And he skips over all the good things. It makes me mad. He's addicted.

Last night, I had a dream that I went to BlizzCon, and then I won a draw of theirs. They gave me every product they had ever made, and they also let me do a beta test of WoW for the PS3. I was ECSTATIC. It's too bad it wasn't real...

I really like that song. You may have it in your head now.

Why are my posts always so random and scattered?! I always have something to write, but when I reach blogspot.com, I always just... forget, you know?

So somebody (Morgan, I'm guessing) was playing "N" for a while with the sound blasting away. Very humorous, and I called out "Somebody's playing N..." It was a good time.

I have super chapped lips, and lost my hoodie. My life is not going well, what with this heavy emotional and physical pain. Screw you, Three Days' Grace - I'd rather feel nothing at all than pain. No matter how much you sing it.

So in computers class, I've been taking pictures of random things here and there. A few of them actually turned out kinda artsy. Here's one that's not bad.

It's not too bad.

I should write a story. I'm gonna get on that. I wrote a short beginning to one a while ago. It was about an immortal man in a world where everyone was dead. I could post that...

Dreams

Dreams, dreams, the musical fruit, the more you eat the mor-- Wait, no, that's not right.

Last night, I had a dream. I had went to school or church or something, but instead of wearing my normal clothes, I was wearing tight, red, ladies' track shorts. Funny thing is, I didn't thing there was anything wrong. My shirt kept changing color, and that was weird, but that was about it. I remember being upset when my shirt was red because then I was wearing all red, and that was just a fashion disaster.

Hm... I'm supposed to be writing in my Social blog, but I don't really care. The latest assignment(s) have been stupid and I don't want to do them. Therefore, I'm taking a stand and NOT doing my homework. Oh yes, I am the coolest.

So I haven't watched anime for a while. I'm starting to have withdraws or something. I also haven't played Warcraft. The only things that have been mattering are Super Mario Galaxy 2 and Final Fantasy 3.
I'm so lame.

Ben2's angry at me because I sent him to Hell in Final Fantasy 4. I thought he'd be able to escape... but his ship broke. I was wrong. I am sorry.

Always remember to left justify bullets
This keeps things neat...
And easy to follow

Words words words... I thought I had something to write, but I don't.
I keep looking at my hands and thinking "Check the hose!"

French Class

So here I am, just sitting here on the laptop in French class. To be honest, it really sucks. Half an hour and I get to go home, but wow, is this awful. I'm supposed to be writing a report on Versailles, but I very don't want to. What I want to do is go home, check my Facebook, maybe play a little Warcraft, and then play Super Mario Galaxy 2 - which, by the way, is sweet.

Sam, in the desk next to me, is Google mapping something. Why, I'm not sure. I don't think he's on topic, but there are far better things for one to be doing off-topic, right?

My teacher, Mr. Harker, was monitoring our computers through his, and he said that a few of us were off topic and needed to get back on. I did my work for a minute, then went back to writing this.

Behind me, Ben was actually working on his things, but his computer kept crashing and freezing, and it was probably quite frustrating for him.

I also really want to play my DS, which has FFIII in it at the moment. I started a new game and am racing Ben2 to see who can beat it faster.

Also, Maya, if you read this, I'd like to talk to you, too. It's been a while, no?

My mouse pointer just went to ginormous size for a split second. It does this every once in a while, but I've never stopped moving it in time for me to really look at it.

Gah, this is the most ridinkidonkley boring class. There is literally nothing that I do in here that I look forward too; Harker doesn't even hand out candies anymore. Even that made this worthwhile. But this report... it's literally the thing I look forward to the least each day. I don't mind learning the French language at all - that's what I joined this class for. At this point, looking around the room of 12 or so people, absolutely everyone seems unhappy. The class used to be done by the fun-loving Devaar Dahl, but he stopped teaching it, and now, it's this guy. He's a good person, and a good teacher, too. It's just... this class...

Oh, anime! It's been a while. I still have one more episode of Durarara!! left, and I would really like to watch it. But I have no time, what with me wanting to play 3 different video games at the same time. Life is so frustrating. It's also easy; I mean, my only troubles come in when I'm bored or have too many games to play or shows to watch.

Guh. A new episode of Dragonball Kai is out, too. That makes five different things I need to do. I think tonight is gonna be an anime night.

Notes

So, today, I read a book based on Death Note, but it takes place four years before the Kira case. I finished it, and it was pretty good. Really makes me wanna get into mystery novels more. There's also this kid who I talked about Death Note with a lot - he would probably be the coolest kid I knew if he wasn't so very bad at hygiene and being kind and not annoying things like that. He pretty much relates to me in every way; in ethics, interests, and our taste in bad jokes.

Mostly, I just like his taste in anime and vidya games.

So, a commercial just told me I was a mistake. It hurt my feelings.

So I bought this manga book that covers the entire series of Samurai Champloo. As awesome as it is, I am now poor.

I feel like writing about my brain, and what it thinks about things.
I cannot think now that I am writing.
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New Posts

Does anyone else find that the first posts to a blog are always awkward?

It either has to be a test that the blog works; something like "Hey, I made a post on my new blog! Yay for me!" Or it could be welcoming thing, such as "Hey everyone, welcome to my blog. [insert content of blog here]". And if it starts out with a blog post the same as any other, it feels rushed, and it's not really a warm welcome, amirite?

So, I'm going to do a combination of all three different types of introductions! The third one I mentioned is already covered, so, yeah.

Welcome to my first post on my new blog! Yay for welcoming!
Are we all happy?