Hmm, now that I look back on it, there are many, MANY things that need to be straightened out and reorganized here. Not just on the BLOG, but in real life (a first).
I'm feeling like I'm stuck in that nether-realm between the real world and the Matrix (you know, that place that's run by that revolver-wielding hobo Trainman). It's really quite irritating. Not much makes sense right now, and I'm trying to get this chemistry HW out of the way so I can sort through it.
My brain is starting to lock up, I can't think straight, heck I can barely see straight. My mom was looking at me like I was psychotic (sometimes, I get to thinking that I am). *oy*
Man, I'm tired, maybe I need some more sleep... :shock:
Maybe I've been thinking too much, but still... :?
I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms
And what do you think you'd ever say I won't listen anyway You don't know me And I'll never be what you want Me to be
And what Do you think you'd understand I'm boy, no, I'm a man You can't take me And throw me away
And how Can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me 'Cause I'm not here
[Chorus] And I want a moment to be real, Want to touch things I don't feel, Wanna hold on And feel I belong
And how can the world want me to change They're the ones that stay the same They don't know me, 'Cause I'm not here
And you see the things they never see All you wanted - I could be Now you know me And I'm not afraid
And I want to tell you who I am Can you help me be a man? They can't break me, As long as I know who I am
[Chorus]
And how can the world want me to change They're the ones that stay the same They can't see me But I'm still here
(Bridge) They can't tell me who to be 'Cause I'm not what they see Yeah, the world is still sleepin' while I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe
[Chorus]
And how can you say I'll never change They're the ones that stay the same I'm the one now 'Cause I'm still here
I'm the one 'Cause I'm still here I'm still here I'm still here I'm still here
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ BASICS~ *Name: James Hsiao *Age: 16 *Birthday: August 11th *Location: A small town on a patch of land integrated into a rather large political organization based on a small planet in an average solar system in an average galaxy in the Local Group, which is somewhere in this Universe *School: Morgantown High *Grade: Junior Year *Nickname: Dixi, Einstein, Jethro, Hsiaoman *Name Spelled Backwards: Samej (Arabic flavour?) ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ LOOKS~ *Hair Color: dark, dark black (wait, can you have a light, light black?) *Hair Length: short *Eye Color: brown Height: 5'7" ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ FAVES~ *Food: Eggs, Steak, Onions, Peppers, Bacon, and Scallion Pancakes (all at once) *Movie: The Matrix (First one) *Actor/Actress: Actor- Bruce Willis, Actress- Elizabeth Hurley *Subject: Physics or Music *Song: Culloden Suite by Julie Giroux for Concert Band *Radio Station: something or other as long as there isn’t any rap music *Brand: generic *Day: Friday, of course *Holiday: Christmas *What do you say like all the time: “SON OF A JUNK!” *Flower: roses *Vacation Spot: the deep recesses of my mind *Memory: None to favor *Season: summer or winter, none of that wishy-washy in-between stuff ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ HAVE YOU EVER~ *Been so attached to a song that you listened to it over and over: yes *Lost a friend/relative to drugs/alcohol: yes *Done something that you'll regret for the rest of your life: missed out on various things *Been in love: :P *Climbed a tree: who hasn't? *Cried in public: when I was little maybe *Gone to a theme park and checked out all the hot guys/girls: it’d be hard not to *Been skinny dipping: any volunteers? *Been convicted of a crime: is plotting to take over the world a crime? *Drank alcohol: red wine and a nip of cognac *Smoked: HELL NO ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ THE OPPOSITE SEX~ *Single or Taken: Taken *What do you notice first: general appearance, then correlation of dress and upkeep to mental and social status *What do you look for in a member of the opposite sex: she has to be nice to me, she has to be intelligent, she has to be decent-looking, and she needs to know how to have a good time *When and who was your first crush: hmm, missing memories... *What is your idea of a perfect date: sharing a bottle of wine on the recliner on the back porch while watching the sunset on a warm summer evening *Biggest turn on: flirts *Biggest turn off: flirts with connections *How romantic are you, 1-10: depends… when I’m in hardliner mode, about a 1.2 but when I’m really trying, about an 8 *Have you ever cried over someone of the opposite sex: yeah, sadly * Who doo0o0o you like ryte now: heh hehe hahahaha HAHAHAHAHA… those who should know, do. Those that don't know, shouldn't. And if you do and shouldn't, may God have mercy on your soul ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ PEOPLE YOU KNOW~ *Friends: too many to list *Online Friends: the same *Funniest: Funny-looking- Sam Mazza lol, Funny-haha- Doyle *Loudest: tie between Matt Goff and Sam Mazza *Craziest: Sam Mazza or Christyn Utt *Skinniest: Kenneth *Smartest: Rebekah (Can you say 1600?) *Most innocent looking: Kate O'Donnell *Coolest: Cameron *Biggest pervert(s): either JP or Joe *Most annoying: Kristin Reed *Quietest: Naushin ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ RANDOM TIDBITS *If you could get a tattoo, what and where: the Prominence insignia over my left shoulder blade but I'm not particularly inclined toward tattoos *What do you want to be when you grow up: Engineer *What's on your walls in your room: wierd stuff *What is your worst injury? Broken collarbone *Pick a song that describes yourself, or that you can relate to: Gordon Goodwin- The Jazz Police (my action theme!) *What's under your bed: a jar of antimatter, the plans for the Deathstar, the security blueprints for the Pentagon, spare magazines for my Sig Sauer P229, my master plan for world domination… &c. *What's your most humiliating moment: [Note: content cut by editor] *Do you like this survey: I fill these things out anyway *Do you want it to end: heh, this is entertaining *What are the last four digits of your phone number: 1366 *What are your thoughts on Britney Spears: FAKE FAKE FAKE FAKE FAKE *What does your screen name mean? Yamato137 – Yamato was a Japanese battleship that participated in the Battle of Midway (shut up, Seitz), the 137 is just a nonsense number I put in *What kind of car do you drive (or will you drive): SUV or a Hummer, also have toyed with the idea of owning a motorcycle, but my dream car would have to be the Aston Martin Vanquish *Do you type with your fingers on the right keys: 75% of the time *Do you think you're conceited? Self-righteous to a limited degree, but at least I make an effort to avoid expounding upon it *If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be: in bed sleeping *Do you consider yourself to be mature: yes, I’m always one to handle things in the almost-proper way, but then again, if you think yourself mature, doesn’t that make you immature to make such an assumption? *What time do you wake up in the morning: 8:00AM on weekends, 6AM on weekdays *Do cows really say moo: Ask Melissa Morris *Where do you shop: the Internet *What word do you use online in times of frustration: well that’s just DANDY *What are you wearing (clothes): something or other *Have you ever thought you were gonna die: yeah, but it was probably unwarranted *Do you keep a diary: BLOG *What are you wearing (jewelry): watch (does that count?), and that hemp necklace if Jenn ever gets done with it *If you could get anything pierced right now, what: ouch, no thanks *If you were gonna die tomorrow, what would you say: “Screw you, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” In the event that I decided to take the person at face value, “Guys, it’s been fun,” and “I’m ready, God.” ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ :~ *Time finished: 1737H
Well, it's half way through the week and my energy high has finally worn off :( , but then again, everyone gets run down around the middle of the week, so at least I'm not lonely.
I got some new music today. Les plus que Lente, something by Claude Debussy. It's kinda ballady in a way and it rounds out my competition program nicely. But I've also got my other competition pieces to prepare, and I've got to have the Prokofiev Sonata No. 2 ready for the honor recital auditions in March. It's a tight schedule, and being locked away in a concrete building with only fluorescent lighting for 8 hours a day doesn't really help.
Ah well, it'll come around. It has to; it is the way of the Universe.
Hey, I'm actually in a good mood for once... :shock: this is a huge surprise.
Whatever attitude I had before (ie: "Wow, this sucks beyond all reason") seems to have been discharged into the air, as I've noticed some of the people around me that are normally laid back or cheery are starting to pick it up :shock: :roll:.
Eh, whatever.
I'm starting to think I'm still running off the energy high from this weekend :P. It's like, yeah, got the Holy Spirit, got the girl, got some sleep, played video games, I FEEL THE POWER :lol: ...
This weekend was a complete change from the week before, and when I say complete change I mean the HOLY F*** WHAT JUST HAPPENED HERE type of change.
It all started Thursday, when my mom decided to take me to this big church revival meeting at the Riverside Apostolic Church. The place was packed. I thought it was all right, but it was kinda nerve-wracking considering I only knew like two people there, but that's beside the point. The music was spectacular; these guys put the fun back into church service. If you want a vivd description of the service, go and watch the movie The Blues Brothers. It was like that down to a letter, except for the fact that it was mostly white people.
After I came back Thursday night, my cough and my sore throat came back, so I was feeling pretty terrible that night and Friday at school, but I worked up the strength to go to the second night of service, and that was even better. I have never seen anyone preach like the guest pastor from Texas, Doug White. It's completely insane. They also brought in the All-State Conquerors Gospel choir, which brightened up the show even more. By the time I got out of that, I was feeling energized and ready to take anything.
Next morning, I still had that energy, which was good considering I had to take the SAT1. That passed without incidence, and I pretty much got to relax the rest of the day, and then got to enjoy a bit of theater that night. I went to go see MTC's production of Father of the Bride, just a straight play (no musical breaks). Oh, and I finally got to see Breanna again... :D :D :D :D
After that, us MTC people went to Eat 'n Park and just caused general havoc there until my mom finally came to get me. In all, I would conclude that it was a very fulfilling weekend.
...aka military slang defined as "Same shit, different day."
Yeah, I'm really not feeling that great today. It really sucks when you're sick. My sinuses are congested, my throat feels like I just swallowed a big ol' bottle of vitriol, and I'm tired as junk. Oh well, at least I got the staples out of my head today and the test for strep came back negative, so that's always a good sign.
In other news, I've been recommended for the WVU High School Honor Band program, which I get to audition for on the 19th. I'll be getting to practice as soon as my throat heals.
I've got tentative plans for Saturday evening, but my current health could adversely affect that, and that would be very uncool. Sunday activity is also in question, as I am planning to go see MTC's production of Father of the Bride. GOSHDARNIT I NEED TO GET BETTER!!! *sigh*
Oh, BTW, this is my wonderful essay that I'm turning in for AP English Comp. Constructive commentary is much welcomed. Enjoy!
Organized Mess
Today has been a very trying day. School was being particularly brutal and I need to get started on my huge load of homework as soon as I get home. So after I step off the bus and walk home, I expect to be able enter my room, close the door, sit down at my desk, and get started.
But there’s one little itty-bitty problem.
When I get to my desk, I come to a very sudden realization. Something is different. As I look around the room, I see that yes, indeed, something is very different. And very wrong.
On my desk where piles of books, papers, erasers, pencils, pens, sprinklings of loose change, and the odd packing knife were, there is now a vast expanse of empty space. The only apparent features are my desk lamp and organizer. All the pens and pencils are arranged in separate slots in the organizer. My packing knife is in the front bin. The stapler and a fresh package of staples is sitting quietly next to organizer, like a dog awaiting its master’s command.
My eyes shift from my desk to my bed.
The bed is now made, the sheets neatly folded. Around it, there is no clutter of saxophones, music stands, and book bags. No longer are there any piles of clothes or towels lying around on my nightstand, storage chest, and bookshelf. The top of my dresser is now barren save for the table lamp and humidifier. All of my precious instruments have been neatly tucked away in the far corner of the room.
I stare at the desk for a moment before mumbling, “Okay, this is NOT funny. What the heck happened to my room?”
A split second later, my mom walks by and says, “Oh, James, I took the liberty of cleaning your room today, it was a landfill.”
Great. That’s how my mom thinks of my room, a landfill. Well let me just tell you a little about that place that you call a landfill. Every pile of papers and books I knew what was in them. I knew exactly which pile I put my English essay in. I knew which pile my chemistry book was under. I knew how far I had to dig before I got to my Starcraft CD. And I knew that if I didn’t find it in that particular pile, it was still on my desk somewhere!
And my clothes! That dress shirt was fine, it just needed to be ironed. You didn’t need to go through the extra effort to hand wash it! Well, don’t forget about that pair of khakis. If you’re going to dump all of my clothes in the laundry at once you may as well take that too. *Sigh*
I thrive on disorganization! Therefore it stands to reason why I am now completely disoriented. A barrage of thoughts is going through my head at this point, the most important ones being “Where the junk is my chemistry book?”, “What happened to that English essay I wrote last night?”, “Where did all my Trig notes go?”, and finally, the biggest one of them all, “How am I supposed to find anything now?”
So as I’m standing there staring blankly at the wonderful organization of my room, my mom pokes her head in again and says, “Why don’t you start on your homework?”
Sure mom, I’ll do my homework. As soon as I clean up this mess.
I The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap in fiery ringlets from the sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand.
II Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of lighted match, And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!
– Meeting at Night, Robert Browning ^A bit of poetry to challenge the gloom that seems to have settled over here
Yeah, well this morning just kinda sucked. Things tend to really suck when you wake up and can't breathe. My throat hurt so much was so constricted I could barely breath or swallow. I managed to force two tylenol caplets down, though. The funny thing is that it put me out for two hours (keep in mind that this is normal tylenol we're talking about here, not T3 with codeine). So when I finally did get into school that morning, I walk into second period and find that we're in the middle of a timed essay write, which I promptly begin and completely junk up because I have no time. The rest of the day I'm just tired and bored because all of my easy classes are on even days. *sigh*
So I'm feeling half-dead right about now, my throat is starting to constrict again, and I've got Chem homework that I need to turn in tomorrow that isn't finished, but oh well, it's not the first time this has happened... :roll:
Yeah, at least I got to talk with Breanna last night and I MIGHT be allowed to actually go and do stuff with my friends next weekend. I can always hope... *crosses fingers*
Ah, I've got junk to do right now, I'll fill you guys in later.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes’ new wail my dear times waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night, And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe, And moan the expense of many a vanished sight Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan. Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
You are best suited to Confucianism because you value tradition, education and culture. Family and social order are very important to you. Master Kong (Kong Fzi) or as he is known to most English speakers, Confucius, was the major proponent of Confucianism.
Your leadership strategy is decidedly Machiavellian, allowing you to act the role of the dignified leader even as you backstab shamelessly behind the scenes. You are interested in being the sole power in the realm but you pursue this goal in a far more subtle way than the typical tyrant. Your main weapons of power are manipulation, a variety of alliances, propaganda and your own secret service. If you can manage to keep your deceptions from being discovered, you stand a good chance of prospering as a leader.
It's the wrong time and the wrong place Though your face is charming, it's the wrong face It's not her face, but such a charming face And it's all right with me
It's the wrong song with the wrong style Though your smile is lovely, it's the wrong smile It's not her smile, but such a lovely smile That it's alright with me
You can't know how happy I am that we met I'm strangely attracted to you There's someone I'm trying so hard to forget Don't you wanna forget someone too?
It's the wrong game with the wrong chips Though your lips are tempting, they're the wrong lips They're not her lips, but they're such tempting lips That it's all right with me That it’s all right, yes it’s all right, with me
It’s not her smile, such a lovely smile, That it’s all right with me Though your lips are tempting, they're the wrong lips They're not her lips, but they're such tempting lips And it's all right with me
And it's all right, it's all right It's all right with me It's all right with me
(Recorded by Take 6 and Gordon Goodwin's Big Phat Band)
Hmm, now that I look back on it, there are many, MANY things that need to be straightened out and reorganized here. Not just on the BLOG, but in real life (a first).