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It's hard to believe it's nearing late October already. Today I sat still long enough to actually absorb that fact (but only because my coffee was really hot and I couldn't walk whilst drinking it). What's funny is that all I've done since coming to this school is work, eat, sleep, and occasionally go food shopping. I still don't have friends here; my antisocial gene took over and turned me into a hermit. But I don't mind. Should that worry me? 

Lately I get the feeling that my parents at last woke up and smelt the coffee, as the saying goes. They at last understood that I am, in fact, severely allergic to youthful recreation and interaction and not simply trying to put on a "well behaved child" facade. I can't help but wonder if this disappoints them- knowing I won't be the typical young person parents are taught to expect. The adults in my life tell me to go out and have fun, enjoy my youth, but I don't want to waste my time acting like a fool and doing things I find stupid. 
    I guess I'm too serious. 

New manga: I tried reading Tomie, since pretty much everything by Junji Ito proves deliciously disturbing, but I just couldn't get into it (and didn't really like the art style). Oh well.
    My current reading is Alive-The Final Evolution, which is very interesting. It's reminiscent of Parasyte, but in my opinion much better. It comes with my recommendation.

I'm loath to admit that I haven't kept up with FMA: Brotherhood. I couldn't get past the first few episodes, which were basically inferior remakes of original FMA episodes. I understand the necessity of explaining the backstory, but the first series did it so well that these episodes were just painful to watch. I'll try to pick it up again, if only because the manga plot merits it (and some scenes I'm dying to see animated), but no promises. 

Still a month until I can visit home. It appears I may never again spend a Halloween with my family. What a depressing thought.
   

They're all quite strange.


Hot sauce goes on everything. Especially eggs. I'm pretty sure my receptors for chemical burns/abrasions are well burnt from existence with many thanks due to our friend capsaicin. Now I can eat a habanero pepper and not even need a drink. Will there be dire consequences? (I'm thinking spontaneous cerebral bleeding, intestinal mutiny, etc) Perhaps. But there is not going back.

Mayonnaise is the enemy, followed closely by butter. Also bread. I wonder why people (Americans especially) possess a ubiquitous conviction that hating bread is a crime. I say it in restaurants among friends and all of a sudden it's as if my third head sprung from my spine and made a socially inappropriate face. (My second head is par for the course by now.)

Do not ever ask me to dance. Do not assume that I ever will. No matter how much sugar/caffeine/alcohol is involved, it won't happen. Sorry. And no, I'm not holding anything back or repressing some deep need to flail around like a hormonal intoxicant. Apparently that gland was replaced by a black abyss sometime during my fourth month.

At any given time that I am wearing shoes, I am also wearing three socks.

I have a profound dislike for Crocs. I find them appallingly ugly and cannot find any point of aesthetic merit in them. Sorry.

Tea, water, coffee, and milk are the only things I drink.

I have a nasty scar on my neck from when my throat was nearly ripped out by the prong of an anchor. And a rusty anchor, at that.

A day without gym training is not a day at all.

My eyes are too big for the rest of my face. They are also blue.

Last semester I spent quite an amount of three AM's in the 24 hour computer lab playing Left 4 Dead on the cinema screen Macs. Fund the youths' education! Support our universities!

Were I male, my name would be Brett.



I'm tired now.
 

Haven't been here in a while. Business is as usual (read: chaotic); I'm transferring colleges to the University of Rochester which is where I should have gone in the first place. Flipping coins isn't the best way to make life decisions.

This weekend apparently I'm going to Anime Next (or whatever it's called). I just found out yesterday whereupon a friend I haven't seen in a while asked me if I would like to go. Although I'm dressing as Johnny (a la JTHM) I can't really say I'm cosplaying since all I'm doing is spiking my hair higher than usual, painting blood spatter on my face, and carrying a plastic axe. (Any assumptions you make about my physical appearance based on that statement are probably true.)

My amazingly exciting summer consists of going to the gym every morning, (followed up by crawling back to my car and stuffing Twizzlers into my mouth in a sad attempt to prevent the blood sugar crash) reading and eating. Occasionally I walk to the food store when I run out of pears. All in all, a thrilling experience.

Due to my failure to attain the Freshman 15 (or even the Freshman 1), my parents took me to the doctor again. Apparently doctors in America are not equipped to answer the question of "why won't you get fat?" You know you're an anachronism (or an all-out freak, let's not be fancy) when your doctor's advice to you is to "eat more crap". I paraphrased that.

So I had to promise my dad I would eat more chocolate shakes or something. Even though I hate them. Oh well. Coffee with some milk kind of counts as a chocolate shake. I say it's close enough.

I miss the good times in college. There's really nowhere else where you can just let your random fly out and everybody digs it. Like sitting out on the sidewalk outside a friend's apartment with another friend and suddenly remarking (with powerful conviction, it was the closest thing to an epiphany I've ever had) that dammit, I would give ANYTHING to talk like Gilbert Gottfried.

...I mean, think about it. It makes perfect sense. Really. A voice like that could get you anywhere. I would talk to myself all day just to hear it.



 

CURRENT EVENTS:

Spring break is unspeakably boring so far. My caffeine withdrawal went on for two days before I caved and jittered erratically into Dunkin Donuts.

I went and saw Watchmen on March 6th with my friends. (Side note: playing the Dark Knight soundtrack in the car makes even the most mundane grocery trip heart poundingly EPIC.) I went in expecting a lot to be lost in translation (because GN's and movies are like apples and oranges, contrary to popular belief) so it wasn't a letdown. I did have some issues with timing and omission of scenes (and awkward sex was awkward, GOD) but overall I enjoyed myself.  Probably my biggest concern was that the character of Rorschach would be off, but I needn't have worried. Jackie Earle Haley. Hot damn.  He pretty much made up for most of the shortcomings.

Sakura Matsuri in DC is coming up really fast. My Japanese club is going and I'll actually get to perform with our soran team, so it's big news. I'm looking forward to that.

I have to get up in six hours to go throw furniture out a second story window, so... truncation justified. Peace.