Something that's rather hilarious about Bush (besides his Republican antics tonight at the State of the Union) is what he referred to John Walker Lindh's home county as. A hot-tub lifestyle. Now I shouldn't be one to make a rebuttal, since coincidentally there are hot tubs at both of my houses, but being from Marin as Lindh is (and having his next door neighbor as my sister's babysitter), I must say... Georgie-boy, not even the one Republican student's family at my school will vote for you again. It's not like you've ever had us, but you sure have lost Marin.

Of course, the press is elaborating on Bush's comments on "Mare Inn," as he pronounces it. I called Marin this as just a joke, but now real reporters are calling Marin's liberal atmosphere an "ideal breeding ground for terrorists." My rather BAD local newspaper, the Marin Independent Journal, has devoted almost its whole editorial section now to viewpoints about how much Bush sucks.

My own personal opinion about Bush and his comments is that any unlearned person would say something like that... so it's not ONLY his fault. He is learning some things during his term as president. Like how to make really great pauses for applause in front of all of the representatives of the whole United States. And how to not expect Democrats to applaud while boasting about himself. And to treat "evil" as if it weren't a religious term.

Well then, it's time to take a shower and "go to bed."
1/29/2002 10:28:20 PM

I love Blogger. It's so freaking reliable. I love, love, love Blogger. I don't love anyone in real life, though. No one. I don't hate anyone either though.

I added a MIDI that I made a while back: The Scheme. It's catchy... I think. I love MIDIs. They're so freaking vintage. I love, love, love MIDIs.

I have two of the coolest scabs on my right hand right now. Here's the story behind them:

In Chemistry, my teacher was "teaching us the properties of ceramics and plastics" by letting us burn glass all period. So he gave each of us a long glass pipe and set us up at some butane torches, and let us bend, blow, and twist glass. By the end of the period, there were pieces of glass all over the lab tables - leftover pieces that nobody had used... or so I thought. I was running out of pieces of glass and all, so I started using those spare ones left on the table. One, though, somebody HAD used. And they had used it recently. So I picked it up, gave myself two giant callouses on my middle finger and thumb, and, uh, put it back down.

They healed in really cool ways, though. The dead skin of the callouses peeled off and now I've got two really cool looking scabs. Scabs are cool! Yay for scabs! Um... hemophiliacs are very unlucky. Ha. I wonder if I'll go to hell if I keep talking about scabs. Well it doesn't matter since I'm JEWISH!

Furthermore, I moved into the Tenor section in choir, moving me one notch up on the Kinsey scale. It's easier on my voice, though, since I'm comfortable with singing falsetto. Heheh. Next off, I might try to get into the Alto section. Hey, there's a boy there! ...At least I think he's a boy...

Although I may be even less focused than I was yesterday, I'm in a good mood. Especially because this kid in my math class, Dan Birch, can take a joke or two.
1/29/2002 03:31:38 PM

I'm blogging fron school, you see, so since everyone is around me right now I won't post such a dramatic message as I did yesterday. (See, I told you, now I think that my depressed blog yesterday was stupid. Blargh.)

Paul, a constantly referenced guy on the Midgar Swamp, just loves to annoy him. Unbeknownst to Paul that the Swamp is pretty much dead except for the blog section, he enjoys reading sections out loud, like "Pikachu Meets Weapon," and "Cloud and Me" (a yaoi fic from the perspective of Barret). Just kidding, we took THOSE off.

I'm getting into Al Bhed, the fictional language from Final Fantasy X. It's FUN! I've been using translation programs to translate my name "Zavvnao Vytah" and such... there's even one for the Palm Pilot. Look for them on GameFAQs.
1/29/2002 09:29:52 AM

This afternoon has been slow and depressing. All of it was spent in front of the computer, as I attempted to get work done. It gets worse and worse every time I get on the computer... the more and more I try to do work, the more and more distractions there are. And finally when it comes to doing work, I decide to take a break. And then the cycle repeats. I say to myself, "okay, I'll do some homework off of the computer!" and I end up falling asleep. And no, it's not just because I'm reading The Scarlet Letter, I even fall asleep while reading something easy, like Harry Potter.

Also, my sister is a big problem... I'm the most educated in math at my mom's house, although that's not saying much. So here's my sister's dilemma... she claims she gets homework that asks questions about things that she hasn't learned in class. She goes off on a bitch-fest every time I assume this, but I think that the real problem is that she's just not listening in class. Especially since her homework asks similar questions each night. Since I'm all for truth and justice, I moan and whine almost as much as she does when it comes to helping her, since I think she should find the answers herself, by 1) thinking, 2) reading the math book, or 3) looking at previous math assignments. She's too lazy and wants me to do the work for her. And when I still decline, she cries. Well, that's the downside to being a 6th-grade yuppie.

I'm taking advantage of what I refer to as my "new free time," though. Since I'm not drawing Midgard anymore, that leads me to believe that I've got all the free time in the world, so I've accepted every MIDI request yet, and I've also agreed to draw (!) an upcoming comic for Bob. So not only will I be doing the same stuff as before, but I'll be more stressed because of all of the stuff on my "To Do" list. (For all of you reading this, don't withdraw your requests in sympathy... despite my current stress level, I am eager to get all of these projects underway.)

Another giant leap I'll make is to reveal my desire for a girlfriend. I'm lonely. But even more so, I'm shy. To cover up the fact that I'm shy, I don't pay much attention or respect to people of the opposite gender. I don't comb my hair, I don't take showers or put on deodorant in the morning (BTW: for all of you locals reading this, don't do some stupid "backing away" procedure the next time you see me... it's really insulting), and I act like a total fool just to slightly amuse my good friends, at the expense of the general public's respect for me. The only good part about it is that I'm not emotionally in need of a girlfriend. I mean, I just said that I act foolish at school, right? Well, that's pretty much unconcious. Although it still shows I'm shy with girls, It's also a sign of being emotionally stable, isn't it?

I really wish that I didn't act so different around people I find possible as girlfriends. I stutter, I don't have anything interesting to say like I normally do, and I'm overall boring. But to people of the opposite sex that I just see as friends, I treat them as, well, friends! Ugh. This is just another thing that I have to stop blaming others about, and work on myself, instead. I blame "society" and too many other factors on my problems. I don't do enough about them. And even stating what I don't do isn't going to get me to work on doing them, either. It's just going to be a slow process of self-help.

Ah... it feels good to actually make a serious blog for once, that shows actual emotion and doesn't use any of my dopey humor cliches to get a rise out of my readers. I refrain from just ranting most of the time since I don't want to be told to "feel happier and better," like I do to many people who have dilemmas more often. It's just insecurity about voicing my own feelings. And the worst part: when I'm feeling lighter and more jolly later, I'll look at posts like these and tell myself that I complain too much about the little things. Well, that's what personal sites are for, aren't they.
1/28/2002 08:28:35 PM

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1/27/2002 08:28:41 PM

The cast of CT is pissed at me for becoming a Freelancer. Hoi hoi. (Uh... you don't get it? Well, play CT again. Those baddies behind me are Freelancers.) Image made by Ragnarosen, the biggest one-man RM2K powerhouse ever. And that's not to be taken literally. Visit his site NOW.
1/27/2002 12:40:11 PM