After having had my car for over two months, I find out that I have had satellite radio all along. I received a letter today from Sirius and Volkswagen thanking me for my business. Included in the letter was a short brochure and a channel guide. I feel robbed... I have been listening to regular radio like a sucker.
As you probably know, the new year is only a few days away. I have been thinking about my goals for 2011 and some New Year's resolution. The first thing I decided to do for 2011 is to work on being less competitive. I realized I needed to work on this after Anjuli told me I had yelled at her while playing Fat Princess. I still feel guilty even though I do not remember doing it. It would be nice to be able to control my emotions better. I think my competitiveness is not necessarily a crutch but I do think it could be maintained better. I do not want to get mad over a video game...
Second thing I would like to work on is my image. By that I mean working on how I present myself on a regular basis, especially when meeting new people. It generally takes me a while to open up to people for reasons I cannot really explain. Hopefully by the end of the year I will be able to be myself all the time without fear of being stigmatized.
Here are some others in brief:
Get better at chess
More ink (possibly in February)
Finally find a hairstyle that suits me
Drop to less than 12% body fat
Learn how to ice skate
Read more books
Earlier this week my sister asked me a very interesting question that I have been thinking about for a few days. If you were to have any song as your entrance music what would it be? As in, every time you walk into a room it would play for everyone to hear. My sister picked Hey, Soul Sister by Train because she said it would be like saying hi to everyone without actually having said it. Of course, I would pick something more dramatic. It has been very difficult coming up with something that epic. Initially I was thinking Thunderstruck but it just does not have the sound I would expect of myself. Think about it. Anjuli do not pick Like a G6.
Since I told myself I would be sleeping early I will stop here. More on life next time!
Until next time,
The San Jose Sharks have been shut out five times this season in 38 games. Before that, the Sharks had only been shut out five times in 270 games. What does that tell you? The Sharks need better goaltending (Nabby) and better defense. Sad..
Last night I think I may have had my first lucid dream. It began with Gary, Andy, and me in my car. We were driving around my block looking for parking and as I pulled into a spot, I see a car coming at me from the other side of the road. It was almost as if he were trying to pull into the same space but facing the wrong way. As he got closer, I got nervous and put the car in reverse to try to minimize impact of the head-on collision. When he got close, I could see that the driver is actually Lil Wayne. He got to a point where he was inches from hitting my car and I stuck my leg out under my car, past my gas pedals, and kick his front bumper. I am not sure how that would be physically possible unless there was no front ends to either of our cars but it was a dream, not reality. Anyhow, I kicked his car but he still hit my car anyways and the force drove my car up the curb and into a car behind me. My car had been damaged in the front and back while his car was in slightly better shape since only his front end was damaged. We got out of our cars and somehow instead of Lil Wayne, it was Julian. He approached me and asked if I was ok. Everyone was fine and we started talking about what we would do in terms of insurance and damages. Julian refused to go through insurance and offered to pay me cash for the damages but would only cover the front end damage. He was saying he only hit the front of my car and the back was my fault for not stopping in time. It was pretty ridiculous and we argued until he got mad enough to walk away. He went into the home we were standing in front of and a few seconds later, Josh Tran comes out. He starts jabbering about how it was my fault to begin with and Julian was not going to pay for the damages. At this point I am just flabbergasted. I think to myself, "I wish Anjuli was here to deal with this ass hole." Then out of no where Anjuli comes up from behind me and punches Josh in the face and he falls to the floor.
That was all I could remember but towards the end I felt like I was actually aware that it was a dream and willed Anjuli into it. It was kind of cool. Hopefully I can control more of my dreams soon. That would be most excellent.
I changed my mind about scarification. It looks way too hardcore for me. Infection city.
WARNING! THE FOLLOWING VIDEO IS NOT FOR THOSE WITH WEAK STOMACHS!
Until next time,
Scarification is more pronounced when kept open for a longer period of time. Toothpaste and citrus juice is often used to produce more defined scars. PASS!
People have been asking me a lot lately if I have started my Yes Man project because I guess I have been doing a lot of uncharacteristic things. After my first semester, I feel like I finally have the time to go a little nuts and I guess people are getting confused. I am definitely having a great winter break so far and hope it continues to be just as good. I have not been very productive though...
I started to clean my room but gave up when I saw how much junk I have. I tried to fix my uncle's computer but could not figure out why it was having trouble booting up. My work out plan is sporadic at best. I am however getting a lot of partying done.
In preparation for Vegas in March, I have been familiarizing myself with more house, electronica, and, dare i say, trance. More house than anything though. One of my classmates made me three CDs of an artist that has a pretty unique sound.
The going gets good around @1:00. His name is Parov Stelar. He's considered the founding father of Electroswing and hails from Australia. I have always enjoyed swing music and big band music like Hey Pachuco! but never really looked for more songs or artists. Now that I have some time between now and the 10th of January, maybe I will look for more. Or just let Pandora take care of it for me.
In the past few weeks I have also came up with some ideas for some new ink. The one that I will probably get first is a falling King (chess piece) on the inside of my left bicep. You might be thinking, "Alex, how can you make it look like it's falling?!" "With a shadow, my friend!" I would say. The only thing holding me back is I am not sure what size I want. Ideally, it would run almost six inches. But, I am afraid it will be too big and stick out of my tee shirt sleeves. Not looking to get caught by the parentals.
A possible third would be Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici across my collarbone. Or a smaller version under my left collarbone. I have been back and forth on this one since I actually stole the idea from a friend who already has the tattoo. It's also very hard deciding on what font to use. While searching for more Latin phrases, I came across some very funny ones:
Animadvertistine, ubicumque stes, fumum recta in faciem ferri? - (At a barbeque) Ever noticed how wherever you stand, the smoke goes right into your face?
Anulos qui animum ostendunt omnes gestemus! - Let's all wear mood rings!
Braccae illae virides cum subucula rosea et tunica Caledonia-quam elenganter concinnatur! - Those green pants go so well with that pink shirt and the plaid jacket!
Brevior saltare cum deformibus mulieribus est vita - Life is too short to dance with ugly women
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam - I have a catapult. Give me all your money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head
In dentibus anticis frustrum magnum spiniciae habes - You have a big piece of spinach in your front teeth
A few months ago, Calvin borrowed my iTouch to crack his PS3. After returning it, I had to redownload my apps. While looking for more free ones, I decided to download a free version of chess. I have been playing it everyday for at least half an hour. I think one of my New Year's resolutions will be to learn how to play chess at a higher level. It's always been fun but I never understood all the terminology or strategies. After a decent Wikipedia adventure, I was introduced to some of the intricacies of the games and read up on some of the more memorable matches. I know I will never be competing in a nationally ranked tournament, but it would be nice to go play with the gang on 5th and Market one day. Right now one of my biggest problem is seeing all the possible moves with the clock running. Playing chess under time constraints is very difficult...
Until next time,
A game of chess is normally divided into three phases: opening, typically the first 10 to 25 moves, when players move their pieces into useful positions for the coming battle; middlegame, usually the fiercest part of the game; and endgame, when most of the pieces are gone, kings typically take a more active part in the struggle, and pawn promotion is often decisive.
I completely forgot Jet Li was in this music video.
Time to play some ketchup. Let's start off with a couple of dreams I had. It's been a while since I had these dreams so I may not be able to recapture all the magic. These descriptions are the best I can come up with from what I've written in my dream notebook.
Dream 1 goes a little something like this:
I start out in some sort of sex dungeon and I have no clue what's going on or where I really am but somehow I know it's a sex dungeon. James appears out of no where and helps me escape. As soon as we get outside we split up and agree to meet back at the Academy of Sciences. As I get to the Academy of Science, the front door is is closed. Still being pursued by my captors, I run around the building looking for another entrance. Surprisingly, there was an Office Depot connected to the museum. I walk in through the exit instead of the entrance to confuse the people chasing me (like it would actually confused someone...). When I make my way down the aisles inside the store, I pass by an aisle with medieval armor and weapons. I grab some stuff and get ready in case it comes down to fisticuffs. As I walk further into the store, I can see that the rooms are starting to look more like inside castle walls. It's like a market with a bunch of stuff going on with hay or straw all over the floor. In one section I see James getting suited up to joust. He gets on his horse and goes after the other guy but they're both knocked to the ground. As he gets up, James takes off his helmet and conjures up some sort of spell and shoots lightning at this guy and kills him. Rainbow comes running from some corner and hugs him. At that point, I notice Chadwick and Gary are standing next to me and all I said to them was, "They are going to have some ugly babies..."
Dream 2. GO!
I find myself in some sort of maze. Not realizing where I am I start to explore the area. Then I see mice running around me, but these mice are the size of cars! Confused and scared, I run around looking for somewhere to hide. I then realize that the mice weren't actually the size of cars. It was actually me who had shrank down to the size of an army man. I start to feel more at ease and walk outside of the hole we were in. As I walk outside, a lady, who is normal sized, bends down and tells me she can make me big again if I help her trap the mice and kill them. Now I'm conflicted. I know I'm still human but I felt like I had some kind of bond with the mice. I wanted to be regular sized again so I agree. She uses some sort of magic and makes me my normal size and I notice I'm actually at my grandma's house. I never actually help her find the mice, but instead do something worse. I walk towards the back of the house and my brother Doug tells me to help him bring Tupac (our dog) outside to the yard. He's clearly upset and I asked why. He said that our mom told us we couldn't keep the dog anymore and we had to get rid of him. We brought him outside and put him in a small tub and Doug douses him with bottles of lighter fluid. Still hoping he wasn't going to do what I thought he was about to do, I take a step back. Then he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and throws it in the tub and sets our dog on fire. Tupac sat there in the tub without flinching and just howled as he was on fire. Instead of burning like any normal animal, Tupac began to melt instead. One of my uncles who lives next door opened his backyard window and looks at what we're doing and yells "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Doug and I panic and run back in the house where my aunt shakes her head at Doug and says, "See. I told you you couldn't take care of him for more than 6 months..."
Until next time,
The correct name for "pulling-out" is coitus interruptus. Oh you fancy huh?
