I have a new hero

The Third & The Seventh from Alex Roman on Vimeo.

Seizures were had from the overwhelming awesome.

It was all done in CG. FULL! CG! Watch it in full screen – it’s absolutely breathtaking. Props to Jason for sending me the link!

Yes

Hokay.

Do it.

Do it right.

Do it right now.

- Bobby Riggs

I need to start living by these three lines.

To-do list

• go bungee jumping
• travel to every continent in the world
• speak another foreign language fluently. Fluently.
• learn to swim (…)
• use a microwave (my parents don’t believe in them LOL)
• take up calligraphy
• get better at snowboarding, go on a black run (one day!!)
• play in a quartet
• make a music video
• learn how to play piano, drums, and guitar
• make kimchi just for the heck of it
• solve a Rubik’s cube
• watch Avatar

I guess I should do homework too, but who has time for homework when I have to do all this?

D’oh!

Slap (see sleep-nap)

n. A “power nap” that usually lasts 12+ hours

v. To take a “short nap” lasting so long that you might as well have just gone to sleep

i.e. “I decided to take a one-hour nap after coming home from school so I could study more efficiently. But I woke up the next morning.”

Because slapping deserves a slap on the forehead.

Well that wasn’t so bad

:)

Still, it looks like from now on, I need to hold regular study sessions for all my subjects in order to avoid a state of total screwage before the finals. Anybody want to join me? :)

Oh, and WHO WANTS TO PLAY THIS PIECE WITH ME?!

Intense wedding music is intense. I want that piece played at my wedding. No, I want to play it at my own wedding.

… or your wedding.

*hint hint*

Mock your socks off

Mom: “I think I have to be held responsible for you being like this. I thought you were a responsible student who always did homework and kept up in class. I didn’t know I had to check to make sure you did. No one can help you now.”

Spent an entire day doing math, and I think I’ve only studied about 1/5 of what I have to know. 2 more days. Haven’t looked at anything other than math. And a few pages of Twilight.

That book has some funky sentence structure.

Thanks Nancy for the study guide; your fluorescent pink highlighter marks keep me awake. And thanks Michelle for the practice exams. I’ll get to them some day.

Betting my life on having the Aral Sea/Darfur on the geo mock: the only case studies I can somewhat recall.

And finally, I present to you the infallible cure for insomnia:

Bask in its soporific glory, I say!

An inspiring quotation

“The devil has put a penalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in health or we suffer in soul or we get fat.”

- Albert Einstein

Always loved that guy :)

Apologies to Nancy

… for the Gunther incident. I’ve replaced the video :) Tell your mom that I take full responsibility, and that I was analyzing the video for my Film Studies project about satire, sexual imagery, and loss of innocence in modern film ;D

Also, I realized that in my last, last post, from the way I was ranting, it seemed as though I thought I was too good to attend SFU or BCIT. I guess I probably came off as an arrogant and whiny… punk (for lack of a better PG word). That’s not quite the message I wanted to get out, and I just wanted to apologize to anyone who might have been offended by the post. Who am I to judge schools anyway? I’m just an ignorant high school student :) Anyway, more ramblings up ahead.

I think I’ve changed a lot since grade 8 in regard to my attitude toward school (why is it that 99% of my posts revolve around school?). I’ve been failing quite a few tests and assignments recently – not Asian failing, just failing – and it’s not even bothering me enough to make me want to try harder. I don’t take homework or class time seriously. I just sit in class, and the teacher talks about stuff I’ve never heard of before.

I don’t know what to do in class, so I end up drawing people on my hands. I stare at the chipped paint on the wall and want to rip off the loose bits. I dig through my pencil case at random intervals to look semi-productive. I hear a teacher utter phrases that sound like lyrics to a song, like “you can have whatever you like,” and I mentally create a remixed rap music video with the teacher as the star performer. Then I give teachers rapper names and adorn them with oversized bling. That keeps me distracted for a while. And sometimes I stare at teachers’ clothes and try to imagine how big their closets are. Ms. Patton and Ms. Nicholson probably have walk-in closets the size of my living room.

I don’t even understand how all of that crap mills through my mind 80 minutes a class, 4 classes a day. And I’m hardly even bothered by my sheer oblivion to what’s happening around me in class. It’s like I’m just waiting for someone to do everything for me.

I wish I were more motivated. I wish I were more focused. I look at people who have indomitable spirits (tenets of taekwondo are coming back to slap me in the face), and I really envy them. What makes them keep going? I always blame all my stress on IB, but it’s really all my fault for not being able to deal with things properly. Or rather, simply not wanting to deal with anything at all.

Ah, the avoidant style of coping. It’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life unless I do something about it. I mean, I really, really want to change but I really, really don’t feel like it. Now that’s pathetic.

I still haven’t written my grad write-up.

Life’s little pleasures

I get such an intense feeling of satisfaction when the person I’m talking to online says “LOL” in big capital letters. Or when I get a huge chain of “LOL”s or “HAHA”s.