Oil derricks: NOT FOR YOUR CAR.
02.08.09
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Music o' the Entry: "Ending Theme", Final Fantasy X OST
This is still one of the most stunning games I've ever played and the music is really really good. Go listen to it. NOW. But this is also a result of just having a random playlist going so it's not like I intended to listen to it, I've been playing it a bit on the ol' piano, trying to brush up my decidly UN-MAD SKILLZ to where I can play the entire thing of "Dancing Mad" from FFVI seamlessly and own all my piano books, especially since I'll be acquiring the FFX one at the end of the month if all goes as planned with Miho. I hope things go well with her, I'm a bit nervous as I've never actually met her, we just started e-mailing not too long ago and we don't seem as similar and I...but then again, who is? Us getting stuck together as host siblings was one of those bizarre 1 in 10 gazillion chances that proved to be ridiculously fortunate...but I'll hope for the best and try my hardest to make her short time here enjoyable and worthwhile. Yosh!
So I've been home a couple of hours, as I arrived home from visiting Matt's family down to the southwest of this here state since Tuesday night which was immediately followed by work. Which wasn't bad. But I suppose I should elaborate; I like my job. I like to cook, I like pizza, it's all good for the most part. No, I'm not a big fan of answering phones, but it's certainly something I can handle without difficulty. I like my coworkers. However, I do not like my manager terribly much, because he's kind of a jerk, the sort who enjoys throwing his managership around. Still, he's not always a jerk, and is tolerable. Anyway, today he wasn't so bad, despite that I botched an order rather happily and it actually got to the recipients' home. Luckily they weren't angry and we smoothed things over. Still, today was good because A) manager was less of jerk than usual B) apparently there was some sort of kooky "incentive" program going on that I had no knowledge of that won me a free movie ticket, which though I'm grateful for, confuses the crap out of me. So free movie ticket happied me, along with the tasty open turkey and tomato sandwich atop garlic cheese bread slathered with ricotta cheese and chopped basil that was my dinner this eve.
One vibe I've been hearing most of this weekend and that is bombarding me from every angle is how school's starting up, which amuses because the university I attend has a freakishly late start date: September 26th, about a month after everyone has started. Which isn't bad, it's just...late, and for some reason I wish I was in school. I've stated before how I wish I'd done summer quarter, given the insane amount of credits I have two years to amass for a single little degree and an ESL endorsement (despite that I have no education degree nor shall have one), but I'm feeling it now. I'm also annoyed that I've done all the Japanese I can at my current school, and have been neglecting my duties in finishing up my second Yookoso! book and/or studying my new kanji book terribly faithfully...oh well. However, for some reason I'm acquiring an interest in studying both Hebrew and Arabic and reading weird old things like the Zohar (ancient book of Jewish mysticism) for reasons I do not yet comprehend. Watch, before long I'm going to start mixing Arabic and Japanese, I was trying to say something in Spanish the other day and nearly succeeded until I turned the "es" into a "wa"...oh well, serves me and my multiple-language studying right.
But now it's time for a public service announcement about those who are known in some cultures as ricers. You know the type, the ones with the giant utterly unnecessary spoilers, the racing stripes, assorted racing decals, random upside-down kanji decals on their Hondas...ricers. Anyway, the other day my significant other and I were driving about when we were greeted by the disturbing sight of a child whose vehicle was garbed with a spoiler that resembled an oil derrick in both shape and size. Kids, do we know what spoilers are FOR? It's too keep racing cars from flying off the road, that's why. Speedy, your Honda Civic DON'T NEED ONE. IT'S NOT A RACING CAR. I hate to break it to you, but and I both know that. But since y'all all ARE aware of this, I'm guessing the only reason you continue to apply giant ridiculous spoilers on the rears of your unsuspecting vehicles is to display your virility. Because I have a theory, the theory that spoilers are (referring to ones that didn't come on the car when it was purchased or is on a car that DOES need one) the codpiece of this era. I mean, I know *I* always marvel at how large the driver's penis must be. Seriously, it HAS to be. Large. Pendulous. PENIS. But we all know I have sarcasm dripping from my pores at this moment so take this as a hint: ricing your car does not make it more special or sexy. It just makes you look like a great flaming tard (especially when you apply random kanji decals upside down, regardless or not of their appropriateness). Unless of course your car IS a racing car, but we all know that those won't be on the road due to certain restrictions on street vehicles and all. That is all, this has been a public service announcement from me. Which doesn't mean my opinion counts for more than anyone else's, I can just happily air it here.
But I've things to do children, for now I shall phone Matt and I plan to call Yuri who'll be arriving at MIT within the month this evening. Seriously, I'm ridiculously proud of her from getting into such a selective school and am excited about the prospect of visiting MIT, a school that I'd love to attend but just can't for a variety of factors, plus I've never been to the northeast portion of the continental US. Pretty much everywhere else, but never there. Perhaps we could find a proper karaoke place there or in New York? Tabun. But anyway, it's night time, sorry this entry lacks something like substance. Just been having a lot on my mind, needed to write some, even if it was kinda pointless, it's just something I do. Good night all.
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