The Dark Knight

So... it's been awhile

I feel like I haven't talked to you in ages.

Is this weird for you? It's kind of weird for me... Coming back after this much time. It's like we're completely different people. I mean, I know I'm a different person.

I have a good feeling about this, though. This reunion is a real chance for us to really shine. I'll do my best and try to avoid needless hyperbole.

Fighting the man

I love Fridays. Friday is that one day a week that is consistantly good. Well, good is an understatement, but it's true. Friday is payday. Friday is the last weekday and the portal to whatever insanity the weekend may offer. Friday is the day that I skip class.

Skipping class is definately a bad habit. Just one or two missed days and, WHAM, you've got two zeroes and a quiz that you had no idea was about to happen. This, unfortunately, is what has happened to me already this semester. So you'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now, but that's before you knew that Ferris Bueller is somewhat of a personal hero of mine. Mostly because of the vest.

I skipped class for a book sale today. I heard today in Chinese 2001 that there was a book sale down at the student center, and among those whispers I also heard the mention of "... all for a dollar!" Now I am not really a strict believer in buying something simply because it is on sale (come on, those people are just idiots; even they know they're idiots). But books for a dollar?! Sign me up!

I walked straight in and straight out of my telecomm class, the sweet siren song of Truancy singing in my ears. The world is never brighter than when you are playing hookie: the grass is greener, the sky is bluer, and I am sounding gay. ugh.

This Book Sale to End All Book Sales that I had imagined was really rather pathetic. A couple of tables stacked with woefully pathetic titles such as "Chimpanzee Travels" or the always riveting "United States and Canada: Trade Regulations" was what the book sale turned out to be. Come on, a major university-sponsored book sale should at least have seven tables! And maybe a Stephen King novel? By the way, I'm reading Dreamcatcher right now and it is blowing me away.

I pick up a couple of interesting titles (Heat and Blaze: Modern America Poetry, Social Theory and Popular Culture, and, my favorite: The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys) but after handling them for a few minutes I realized that I was perilously close to being one of Those People. You know, the aforementioned who simply settle. Needless to say, I fled the scene. I then got 5 pages of Dreamcatcher read. I rule.

As I sit in my Art Appreciation class (seriously, it's just Art History for dummies. Dumb dummies) I look back on today's truancy fondly. It was definitely worth it, even if I missed out on some extra credit (unlikely, but possible). That said, I think I'm going to go ahead and dip out of this one, too. The intricacies of symmetry are some ideas on which I have a firm grip.

I liked Enya?

I recently lost my iPod and, needless to say, I deserve to die a slow and painful death. Because of my gross negligence and carelessness with my most treasured possession, I have been living in a dearth of music for the past couple of weeks. What hurt more than losing the actual treasure itself was the fact that all my music was stored on it. Because I use a laptop with not much hard drive space, I had to permanently store my music library on my iPod, which is now missing.

Luckily, and thank God for this, I just remembered that I had made data CD back-ups of all my music, so I'm saved. Now all I have to do is burn, oh, 200 CD's and I'll be back on track! Anyway, to store these newly burned music CD's, I decided to clear out my outmoded collection in my CD case with a younger, hipper, and trendier set that I am now burning.

As I am clearing these old CD's, I am overcome with a dry detachment and amusement by my CD collection from high school. I really liked Linkin Park enough to own three of their CD's? Why do I have five mix CD's with variations on the "I'm an emo kid" theme? I liked Enya? Enya, seriously.

Oh well, out with the old and in with the new. I'm just curious what I'm going to think about today's CD's four years from now. I mean, seriously, I liked Matisyahu? Fall Out Boy? The Killers?! Shut up, I was never that lame...

Grimlock certainly is a stunning spectacle

When I was trolling around on the Internet this morning, I stumbled upon this: 8 Important Lessons Learned from '80s Cartoons. Go ahead, read it.

I love articles that make you disappointed to finish reading them. Although I've never watched Jem (really!), I really enjoyed this expose.

And here are some other things that CRACKED.COM has to offer:

Stupendous Man Returns

Thrall-Mart

28 Day Slater

the day my life will change forever

November 19. $250.

watch this (even though it's in Japanese...)

I am SO pumped.

it just makes me want to say 糟糕

I hate Chinese. Learning this language is the linguistic equivalent of patching up the ozone layer. With duct tape. It goes beyond "what's the use?" to "why even try?" I have an oral quiz tomorrow, and all current indicators point towards total humiliation. This is wholly a problem that I created by signing up for the course, so I'll refrain from complaining too much (also the fact that I have to get back to studying plays a small part). I just want you to feel my misery. Here is all the information that I must recall for tomorrow's oral exam:


I have to remember pronunciation, the actual Chinese characters themselves (that's Han Yu, for you that care...) as well as the English meanings. This is going to suck...