So I found this original poem, sans a stanza and a half which I jotted tonight, resting in the back of some notebook I must have had at college one year. Although it's not pertinent to me anymore, I'm sure some of you may be feeling the cool sting of finals.
'Twas the Night Before Finals
'Twas the night before finals, the tensions were high,
Some had notes and books piled straight to the sky.
The library was jammed, every book and cranny taken,
Students struggled to find a spot that was even slightly forsaken.
The occasional student ran through the campus,
Their mind was warped, a frightful abyss.
Others just sat down and banged on their head,
In hoping this action would smart 'em up instead.
Some students scratched their head, trying to think,
Wishing they'd rather go out for a drink.
The sighs and the groans from inside a dorm,
As their brains pulsated, trying to transform.
The food store was swarmed with students, bellies weak,
All grabbing Doritos, candy - any junk food they could seek.
The shelves were soon empty, the fervent horde wanted more,
Zombie-like, the gaggle tried going door-to-door.
The professors laughed wildly, the tests have been written,
Their eyes gleaming brightly, knowing some will be smitten.
Back on campus, students finally crash,
After studying like it was the 100-yard dash.
Dreams of the answers float through their mind,
Hoping they can get through tomorrow's grind.
And all 'round the campus, a hush whisper will speak,
"Good luck on those finals, cause they'll all be in Greek."
Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Step aside, Stephen King
I'm a writer. I have been a writer for a long time, and chances are I'll always be a writer (unless I accidentally slice off all my fingers on a meat grinder; in that case I'd probably need to switch tactics). Little may you know, I even wrote a whole book series at some point in my youth, each consisting of two sides of a wide-ruled sheet of paper. Yeh, I was just that good.
Now, for your blogging enjoyment (stop grimmacing, it'll be over soonish), may I present both of my two wondrous tales of malice, wonder and fantasy - all published under the series "Dirty Gym Socks." All content is retained in its original format for maximum laughability and self-betterment. Revel in spelling and grammatical errors!
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Dirty Gym Socks #1: "The Sour Pickles"
When 16 year old bologna, 16 year old celery, 16 year old yogurt, and 16 year old cookies get together, they rule the Earth and Planet X, Y, and Z. The 16 year old bologna (the most powerful) rule the Earth. The 16 year old celery (the 2nd most powerful) control Planet X. The 16 year old togurt (the 3rd most powerful) control Planet Y. And the 16 year old cookies (the most weak) control planet Z. Their group name are the Sour Pickles because they morph into sour pickles. Their name used to be the sour cucumbers but they got absorbed into a big glass jar full of brine. Their King, David B. Cracker, is now eaten by Weegie, Danny, but used to be a cinnamon ghram cracker. Danny was never a good boy. Two years earlier, he robbed a hotdog stand. Two months earlier than that he stole 1 jumbo pizza with extra cheese. Two weeks earlier than that, he robbed the candy and snack aisle of Eckerd on State Street. Two days earlier that that, he stole all the candy canes in Media.
This shows that Danny was a bad boy and also a fat hog that is also a food-lover. Then the Sour Pickles attacked Danny. First, they waited for the mailman to come. He finally came. They jumped into all the bills for Mr. and Mrs. Weegie and took a ride into a mailslot. When Danny picked up the mail, the Sour Pickles jumped out and attacked. First they got their extra handy moldy hotdogs and tied up the boy then they threw him to the moldless pit of yellow snow. Then everyone went home which was the land of the Dirty Jym Socks. That's what the whole colony named. They lived in a place called Yellow Valley. They eat yellow snow with waste from humans. We are among you. No, actually the 16 year old bologna are among you.
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Wow, weren't you just gripped in fear? I know I was. Would the Sour Pickles be able to defeat the evil Danny? Would the humanisticly-named late King David be avenged? Would the introduction of the characters ever end? I may have mentioned yellow snow, but I did not mention poop. Now, for the gripping finale in this unforgettable series...
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Dirty Gym Socks #2: "The Moldy Breadcrumbs"
Yep. The Moldy Breadcrumbs. That's our name, don't wear it (or smell) out. We come from an area that dogs used to roam. It had (and still has) snow all over. It is called Yellow Vallley. Our Kings name was David B. Cracker, but he got eaten. Anyway, We morphed Into our Moldy breadcrumbs and invaded New York City. We grew up to 88 miles high and 88 miles wide. We killed the Power Rangers and the beetleborgs for lunch, then chomped down Barney for dinner. We morphed back and put on our Old Spice High Endurance Deoderant under Our armpits. We have to do that every 13 days or our biolectantoo skin layer will come off. Our next mission was to find out more info about the species called homo sapiens (Translation: humans). So we decided to first go to Washington D.C, then Bahgdad, Iraq. In Washington D.C., and important person called the president was what was known as being impeached. We grew up to the size of that leader. He turned around and we are him be shrinking him, splitting him up, and eating him. Then we went to iraq. Amazingly, there was a leader there too. They called him Saddam Heusein. The humans In Washington D.C. called him a madman. He had powerfull weapons known as nuclear weapons and biological weapons. Not as powerful as ours, but still advanced technology. Maybe someday we will get into an intergalactic war. We went back to yellow Valley and put our Old Spice High Endurance Deodarant so we wouldn't lose our skin layer. This has been an exciting adventure for 17 weeks, 4 days, 16 hours, 48 minutes, 32 seconds, and 13 half-seconds. We will now practice our 3 times tables up to 16:
3x1 = 31 // 3x2 = 23 // 3x3 = 333,3 // 3x4 = 4.34 // 3x5 = 35.3 // 3x6 = 363 // 3x7 = 733
3x8 = 88,33 //3x9 = 939 // 3x10 = 10.3 // 3x11 = 113 // 3x12 = 231 // 3x13 = 313 //
3x14 = 134 // 3x15 = 531 //3x16 = 136
Bye Idiots!
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Now that was just riveting beyond any level of incomprehension...mostly because it was pretty incomprehensible. I guess we did learn a chunk of info about what was going on in my mind:
Now, for your blogging enjoyment (stop grimmacing, it'll be over soonish), may I present both of my two wondrous tales of malice, wonder and fantasy - all published under the series "Dirty Gym Socks." All content is retained in its original format for maximum laughability and self-betterment. Revel in spelling and grammatical errors!
----------------------------------------------------------------
Dirty Gym Socks #1: "The Sour Pickles"
When 16 year old bologna, 16 year old celery, 16 year old yogurt, and 16 year old cookies get together, they rule the Earth and Planet X, Y, and Z. The 16 year old bologna (the most powerful) rule the Earth. The 16 year old celery (the 2nd most powerful) control Planet X. The 16 year old togurt (the 3rd most powerful) control Planet Y. And the 16 year old cookies (the most weak) control planet Z. Their group name are the Sour Pickles because they morph into sour pickles. Their name used to be the sour cucumbers but they got absorbed into a big glass jar full of brine. Their King, David B. Cracker, is now eaten by Weegie, Danny, but used to be a cinnamon ghram cracker. Danny was never a good boy. Two years earlier, he robbed a hotdog stand. Two months earlier than that he stole 1 jumbo pizza with extra cheese. Two weeks earlier than that, he robbed the candy and snack aisle of Eckerd on State Street. Two days earlier that that, he stole all the candy canes in Media.
This shows that Danny was a bad boy and also a fat hog that is also a food-lover. Then the Sour Pickles attacked Danny. First, they waited for the mailman to come. He finally came. They jumped into all the bills for Mr. and Mrs. Weegie and took a ride into a mailslot. When Danny picked up the mail, the Sour Pickles jumped out and attacked. First they got their extra handy moldy hotdogs and tied up the boy then they threw him to the moldless pit of yellow snow. Then everyone went home which was the land of the Dirty Jym Socks. That's what the whole colony named. They lived in a place called Yellow Valley. They eat yellow snow with waste from humans. We are among you. No, actually the 16 year old bologna are among you.
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Wow, weren't you just gripped in fear? I know I was. Would the Sour Pickles be able to defeat the evil Danny? Would the humanisticly-named late King David be avenged? Would the introduction of the characters ever end? I may have mentioned yellow snow, but I did not mention poop. Now, for the gripping finale in this unforgettable series...
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Dirty Gym Socks #2: "The Moldy Breadcrumbs"
Yep. The Moldy Breadcrumbs. That's our name, don't wear it (or smell) out. We come from an area that dogs used to roam. It had (and still has) snow all over. It is called Yellow Vallley. Our Kings name was David B. Cracker, but he got eaten. Anyway, We morphed Into our Moldy breadcrumbs and invaded New York City. We grew up to 88 miles high and 88 miles wide. We killed the Power Rangers and the beetleborgs for lunch, then chomped down Barney for dinner. We morphed back and put on our Old Spice High Endurance Deoderant under Our armpits. We have to do that every 13 days or our biolectantoo skin layer will come off. Our next mission was to find out more info about the species called homo sapiens (Translation: humans). So we decided to first go to Washington D.C, then Bahgdad, Iraq. In Washington D.C., and important person called the president was what was known as being impeached. We grew up to the size of that leader. He turned around and we are him be shrinking him, splitting him up, and eating him. Then we went to iraq. Amazingly, there was a leader there too. They called him Saddam Heusein. The humans In Washington D.C. called him a madman. He had powerfull weapons known as nuclear weapons and biological weapons. Not as powerful as ours, but still advanced technology. Maybe someday we will get into an intergalactic war. We went back to yellow Valley and put our Old Spice High Endurance Deodarant so we wouldn't lose our skin layer. This has been an exciting adventure for 17 weeks, 4 days, 16 hours, 48 minutes, 32 seconds, and 13 half-seconds. We will now practice our 3 times tables up to 16:
3x1 = 31 // 3x2 = 23 // 3x3 = 333,3 // 3x4 = 4.34 // 3x5 = 35.3 // 3x6 = 363 // 3x7 = 733
3x8 = 88,33 //3x9 = 939 // 3x10 = 10.3 // 3x11 = 113 // 3x12 = 231 // 3x13 = 313 //
3x14 = 134 // 3x15 = 531 //3x16 = 136
Bye Idiots!
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Now that was just riveting beyond any level of incomprehension...mostly because it was pretty incomprehensible. I guess we did learn a chunk of info about what was going on in my mind:
- I assume I was around 12 when I wrote these, with Clinton's impeachment
- I cared enough about politics to make mention of Saddam (guess he never got that intergalactic war with the Moldy Breadcrumbs)
- Math was obviously not my forte; but then again I scored higher on that section of the SATs
- I really had a thing for advertising Old Spice; not once, but twice.
Anywho, that was just a little taste of the bizzare-ocity that oft existed within my cranial capacity. Now don't do stealing my ideas for your own Newbery! =)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Contracted into Slavedom...
*Grumble grumble can't believe he caught me*
Hello there Internets world, I was just moping over how my rabbit, Renny, caught me pink-footed. Yes, he took a snapshot in the rare time that I was wearing my pig slippers:
Needless to say, he has blackmailed me to transcribe his thoughts for his own blog here. It will be an ongoing "blogject" (dunno if that's real, but it's all virtual so who cares) that will include plenty of pictures and thoughts of Renny doing the many things he enjoys doing. Something about taking over the human race and making all species equal, I don't know. He's a nutball.Anyways, everything is fine on this end. It's getting a little cooler, almost finally seems like summer is over and fall shall soon befell us.
Once again, you can check out Renny's blog here: http://rennyroams.blogspot.com/. Please leave comments here or there if there is something you want Renny to talk about, he's a blabbermouth. Peace.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I'm a man of many words...
I'm just too lazy to say them.
Or am I? Perhaps it's not that I'm lazy, perhaps I don't want failure to be an option. I don't want rejection to kick me back.
I know the kind of response to this. Something along the lines of, "Well, you'll never know if you'd be rejected if you don't apply yourself." I guess I see the other side of this: "Well, I don't know if I'd want to apply myself if I don't know about the chance to be rejected." Actually, what I said may have just contradicted myself, but I'm not in the mood to go back and think on that. I'm essentially an optimist, but every optimist is allowed to have their pessimism, am I right?
It's coming down to about a month left of college. I'm kinda freaked out on what I'll do once I leave. But is this making me do anything about it? No, not really. "Freelance," is essentially my only reply when asked the now-infamous question on my post-graduate plans. I wish I had a better response. I should have applied myself more. I knew this was coming, but I did nothing to stop it. Instead, I let things slide, I went laid-back, and now I'm writing blog posts that start too many of my sentences with "I" - not a good sign, especially for a professional writer, eh?
One of my options is doing something so grand that I can skip some of the basic steps which I should have done earlier, and go straight to doing something I enjoy doing, while making a decent living out of it. However, I don't mind dealing with less - college has certainly expanded my abilities to be resourceful. Wait, if I'm resourceful, shouldn't I already have something lined up for me? It's like I don't mind being resourceful, but only to make my immediate life a little easier. I should probably work on that one. Yeh, I have a whole month to do it. Womp.
So what's a pleasant gamer to do? Beside playing various titles over at Armor Games and started back up a bit with some Titan Quest, I can only sit here and hope I'll be able to survive in this apparent harsh world some call reality.
Hey, maybe they'll have cookies. That would be nice.
The *pitter patter* of the rain outside is rather soothing. You think the weather is hiring? I could invent a couple new forecast patterns to bring all sorts of interesting encounters.
I'm actually feeling pretty good right now. Let's hope it stays that way.
Or am I? Perhaps it's not that I'm lazy, perhaps I don't want failure to be an option. I don't want rejection to kick me back.
I know the kind of response to this. Something along the lines of, "Well, you'll never know if you'd be rejected if you don't apply yourself." I guess I see the other side of this: "Well, I don't know if I'd want to apply myself if I don't know about the chance to be rejected." Actually, what I said may have just contradicted myself, but I'm not in the mood to go back and think on that. I'm essentially an optimist, but every optimist is allowed to have their pessimism, am I right?
It's coming down to about a month left of college. I'm kinda freaked out on what I'll do once I leave. But is this making me do anything about it? No, not really. "Freelance," is essentially my only reply when asked the now-infamous question on my post-graduate plans. I wish I had a better response. I should have applied myself more. I knew this was coming, but I did nothing to stop it. Instead, I let things slide, I went laid-back, and now I'm writing blog posts that start too many of my sentences with "I" - not a good sign, especially for a professional writer, eh?
One of my options is doing something so grand that I can skip some of the basic steps which I should have done earlier, and go straight to doing something I enjoy doing, while making a decent living out of it. However, I don't mind dealing with less - college has certainly expanded my abilities to be resourceful. Wait, if I'm resourceful, shouldn't I already have something lined up for me? It's like I don't mind being resourceful, but only to make my immediate life a little easier. I should probably work on that one. Yeh, I have a whole month to do it. Womp.
So what's a pleasant gamer to do? Beside playing various titles over at Armor Games and started back up a bit with some Titan Quest, I can only sit here and hope I'll be able to survive in this apparent harsh world some call reality.
Hey, maybe they'll have cookies. That would be nice.
The *pitter patter* of the rain outside is rather soothing. You think the weather is hiring? I could invent a couple new forecast patterns to bring all sorts of interesting encounters.
I'm actually feeling pretty good right now. Let's hope it stays that way.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Garbling at 1am
I just finished my nightly bowl of chicken picante ramen...only one of those left, eeps! My roomie picked up Mario Tennis for the Wii today, so the night was spent watching peeps play that, myself playing Hellgate:London, and talking to Stacey.
What an exciting person I am. Do they give Nobel Prizes for Excitingness? At leave give me an Emmy for Best Exciting Mood in Excitingfully Exciting Moments.
Spring Break was a thriller...got our big snow of the season, and essentially did nothing (homework was obviously out of the question). I got some nice formal clothes for interviews and stuff, whenever that happens. Real life rings the doorbell, I hide under the bed until it goes away.
What an exciting person I am. Do they give Nobel Prizes for Excitingness? At leave give me an Emmy for Best Exciting Mood in Excitingfully Exciting Moments.
Spring Break was a thriller...got our big snow of the season, and essentially did nothing (homework was obviously out of the question). I got some nice formal clothes for interviews and stuff, whenever that happens. Real life rings the doorbell, I hide under the bed until it goes away.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Digital Meme
So, things have been going all right. It's been awhile since I have posted, and I'm into my last semester at Etown (can anyone say "QQ?"). Things have been going pretty well.
Classes are (mostly) running smoothly. I'm not a big fan of badminton (mostly because I am awful at it; apparently depth perception is a lot more important than I first thought, as I usually am swinging at air and missing the shuttle), so hopefully archery will be more enjoyable (probably the main reason why I chose that class).
My Word, Web, and Design class is pretty enjoyable, especially because most of the class revolved around projects of various sorts. Most of them have us emulate and complete a certain design, while the professor also has us do a couple of bigger self-designed projects. These projects have us utilize the main Adobe CS3 creative apps (Photoshop, Illustrator, In-Design). I seem to have a handle on that stuff, so the class shouldn't be too difficult.
Next is Children's Lit. I like this class because I know the texts we read will never be too long or difficult (makes me reminisce on my own childhood when I used to actually enjoy reading). We also get the opportunity to start designing a rough draft of our own children's stories in different formats (ie the last one had us create the text/illustrator for the first page of a pictured lullaby story), and we will then expand on a couple of those for bigger projects.
Last but not least is Philosophy of Sci-Fi. A free elective, this class is kinda like the "Philosophy Through Film" class I took last semester (same prof), but we read sci-fi stories instead of watching movies. Most of the stories are pretty interesting (reading a couple of Philip K. Dick classics now), although many seem to be "out there," and leave us to our own interpretations. The class is lengthy, 3 hours, and I usually find myself overwhelmed, faced with "What is real" and "Are we robots" and all that sort of stuff.
In the mix of these classes, I've also been continuting to copy edit for the college paper, which has been going well (check out the paper, the Etownian, online). Also, Stacey has been busy with classes, as well as grad school stuff (News Flash: she got accepted to UPenn today!), but of course we've had time to hang out.
Game-wise, I have been playing a couple new titles, including "Titan Quest," "Need for Speed Underground," and "Hellgate London" (yes I know their online servers were shutdown, but the single player is just as fine for me). The first is an action RPG, the second racing, and I would probably define the third as a shooter RPG. All three are pretty sweet; maybe I'll talk about them individually later.
As for now, I guess I'll head off. It's 5 a.m., and I'm busy not sleeping. Circadian rhythms, beware...Ciao.
Classes are (mostly) running smoothly. I'm not a big fan of badminton (mostly because I am awful at it; apparently depth perception is a lot more important than I first thought, as I usually am swinging at air and missing the shuttle), so hopefully archery will be more enjoyable (probably the main reason why I chose that class).
My Word, Web, and Design class is pretty enjoyable, especially because most of the class revolved around projects of various sorts. Most of them have us emulate and complete a certain design, while the professor also has us do a couple of bigger self-designed projects. These projects have us utilize the main Adobe CS3 creative apps (Photoshop, Illustrator, In-Design). I seem to have a handle on that stuff, so the class shouldn't be too difficult.
Next is Children's Lit. I like this class because I know the texts we read will never be too long or difficult (makes me reminisce on my own childhood when I used to actually enjoy reading). We also get the opportunity to start designing a rough draft of our own children's stories in different formats (ie the last one had us create the text/illustrator for the first page of a pictured lullaby story), and we will then expand on a couple of those for bigger projects.
Last but not least is Philosophy of Sci-Fi. A free elective, this class is kinda like the "Philosophy Through Film" class I took last semester (same prof), but we read sci-fi stories instead of watching movies. Most of the stories are pretty interesting (reading a couple of Philip K. Dick classics now), although many seem to be "out there," and leave us to our own interpretations. The class is lengthy, 3 hours, and I usually find myself overwhelmed, faced with "What is real" and "Are we robots" and all that sort of stuff.
In the mix of these classes, I've also been continuting to copy edit for the college paper, which has been going well (check out the paper, the Etownian, online). Also, Stacey has been busy with classes, as well as grad school stuff (News Flash: she got accepted to UPenn today!), but of course we've had time to hang out.
Game-wise, I have been playing a couple new titles, including "Titan Quest," "Need for Speed Underground," and "Hellgate London" (yes I know their online servers were shutdown, but the single player is just as fine for me). The first is an action RPG, the second racing, and I would probably define the third as a shooter RPG. All three are pretty sweet; maybe I'll talk about them individually later.
As for now, I guess I'll head off. It's 5 a.m., and I'm busy not sleeping. Circadian rhythms, beware...Ciao.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Why hello there!
Steps into the blog space, dusts off the lying Intercobwebs.
So it's been awhile, hasn't it? Everytime I come back and say I'll be constantly updating it, I end up leaving it be for a couple of months. I so sorries!
Anyways, I'm well into my fall semester. Classes are going ok, albeit it's keeping me busy. From working on a screenplay (currently ~65 pages) to rhetoricalizing, it's never a dull moment. The film philosophy course is cool though. We're not really watching Hollywood films, but more films that were made well and have a nice philosophic message. 2001 and Solaris were both sci-fi, and mad crazy. This week we had watched Ikiru, which was pretty good (unfortunately I was really tired that day, and might have dozed off once or twice for a little bit).
Next semester is my last here at Etown. The courses I am thinking of taking include: "Word, Web, & Design," "Writing Children's Lit," "Philosophy of Science Fiction" (same prof/time as the philosophy course I'm taking now), and I think "Archery/Badminton" for a one-credit course. Hopefully it's a fun and more relaxing semester for my last. Then comes the hardest course - Life. Eeps!
Anyways, I hope I can at least remember to update this some. I know a post I was thinking of doing was on going through all the games I have an icon for on my desktop. Who knows, I'll see. Ciao ciao!
So it's been awhile, hasn't it? Everytime I come back and say I'll be constantly updating it, I end up leaving it be for a couple of months. I so sorries!
Anyways, I'm well into my fall semester. Classes are going ok, albeit it's keeping me busy. From working on a screenplay (currently ~65 pages) to rhetoricalizing, it's never a dull moment. The film philosophy course is cool though. We're not really watching Hollywood films, but more films that were made well and have a nice philosophic message. 2001 and Solaris were both sci-fi, and mad crazy. This week we had watched Ikiru, which was pretty good (unfortunately I was really tired that day, and might have dozed off once or twice for a little bit).
Next semester is my last here at Etown. The courses I am thinking of taking include: "Word, Web, & Design," "Writing Children's Lit," "Philosophy of Science Fiction" (same prof/time as the philosophy course I'm taking now), and I think "Archery/Badminton" for a one-credit course. Hopefully it's a fun and more relaxing semester for my last. Then comes the hardest course - Life. Eeps!
Anyways, I hope I can at least remember to update this some. I know a post I was thinking of doing was on going through all the games I have an icon for on my desktop. Who knows, I'll see. Ciao ciao!
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