So Much For Headaches and Bad Luck Not Touching Me (BEDA #10)

Hello and welcome to another edition of "Pax Rambles About Nothing"-- I'm your host for this evening, Pax.

You know the drill by now, the song title is usually related to both my mood and is somehow adapted from a song, so here's the typical game of name that tune: What song am I listening to, or at the very least what band sings a song with some of these lyrics? (remember, it's like horseshoes, as long as you're close I'm not going to beam you with a horse shoe... at least I think that's how that goes...)

*sighs* Sometimes I wish I had epic intro music for things like this, but alas I do not.

Even if it's almost 3:30 in the afternoon I am in short feeling pretty god awful lazy and just want to go back to bed. Saturdays and myself are not friends, we're more like family-- I love Saturdays, but I don't always like them and sometimes want to slam the door in their face when they show up unexpectedly.

On another side note... I miss my fiancee today... *sad face*

I understand that it's Easter weekend and everything and I'm not meaning to be selfish, I know she needs to spend time with her family (and one of us needs to guarantee we're not going to hell), but it's still weird ending my nights without her and starting my mornings without her for now.

Mahal kita...

At least in her absence I've found a myriad of nerdy things to stimulate my mind for now, even if they are a little mindless within themselves.

I recently discovered Omegle through a mixture of 4Chan archives, YouTuber (mainly Alex Day AKA Nerimon), and fmylife.com

Basically the premise of Omegle is that you are completely anonymous, as is the person you are talking to you (so anonymous that it says "You" and "Stranger" when you are talking.

My mom always told me not to talk to strangers, but she never said anything about messing with them...

So basically this is what happens when Anonymous is allowed to have free reign on the Internet: Lucinda, Old Gregg references, and bestiality.

I've also been playing a lot of Street Fighter Alpha (designed for PS1 on my PSP) so far, and I have to say one thing about it.

Every time I hit Chun-Li, a little part of my soul dies...

...can't say the same for my special bar though...

But really, that's the one thing I never understood about Street Fighter is that it is one of the only fighting games from that time that had gender equality, but I'm not so sure that's a good thing...

There are only two female characters in the game, Chun-Li and Rose, and the rest are male.

And mind you, I understand that it's a game, but that doesn't mean I feel alright each time Ryu kicks Chun-Li in the face, it's probably as close as I'll ever get to domestic abuse.

It might really just be me, but I'm curious to ask you guys-- how do you feel about male characters hitting female characters in games, and this isn't the only game in which you can do that (ex. Grand Theft Auto, Tekken, Mortal Kombat, etc.). I don't think I'd have a problem with it were it not for the fact that some of these games are in fact games designed for all ages-- do you think kids would get the wrong message, or do you think it's just a game?

I'm not trying to be a game Nazi, I enjoy my video game violence just as much as the next Mountain Dew fueled game fiend, but I'd be curious is anyone else saw any controversy or need to add a warning to these games.

Speaking of game violence, for those of you who want to beat people up and not have to life a finger, you might enjoy My Brute, I'm on there as Paxomaniac (which no one is probably surprised about).

Basically you just name and design a character, and then watch it fight someone else's character-- you don't even have to life a finger, it's like watching cock (I know, teehee, cock...moving on...) fights, but instead it's little animated midgets fighting with melee weapons (or in my case, shurikens and battle axe for the win)

However if you're really in the mood you can play something a little more stimulating, the only catch is that it doesn't have random violence (boo!)...

But wait vaguely familiar internal monologue-- it helps a good cause.


Free Rice is a website sponsored by the United Nations and basically all you do is answer trivia questions to help supply impoverished areas with rice.

1 question right is 10 grains of rice...so basically after 10 questions you have donated a whole bowl of rice.

The best part is that if you get the question wrong you don't lose rice, but rather you are given the answer and the question will come up later for you to answer and you get another change to earn rice and learn something new.

The best part is that not only is it entertaining, but it helps you learn things and study topics, and on top of that it's helping people around the world with a simple click of the mouse.

No offense, but I think that's a reward that World of Warcraft can't bring you.

You can also choose different topics to be quizzed in which are:

ART

Famous Paintings

CHEMISTRY

Chemical Symbols (Basic)

Chemical Symbols (Full List)

ENGLISH

English Grammar

English Vocabulary

GEOGRAPHY

Identify Countries on the Map

World Capitals

LANGUAGE LEARNING

French

German

Italian

Spanish

MATH

Basic Math (Pre-Algebra)

Multiplication Table

(^this was taken directly from the website)

My thought is that you're already online, what's 5,10,15 minutes out of your day to help someone and have fun along the way?

But if you want to go on a raid, more power to you-- tell me how it feels getting up to a level 70 mage when people around the world are starving... *guilt tripping you*

No worries... I have all day... I can wait...

But now that I've gone all Pax-tivist on you guys for now, I'm going to figure out what I can do for myself right now and treat this dang blasted headache-- definitely waiting for these April showers to be over...

Put 8 Seconds on the Clock, We're Going Into Overtime...(BEDA #9)

Since it's now officially 7:41PM (at the start of writing this), I can wish everyone a good evening-- unless you live in another timezone and then well... I fail *sighs*

Today was the start of my lazy weekend in which I did absolutely nothing of consequence... whooooo for lazy days.

Well actually, this is not entirely true, I in fact did a lot of things that I enjoy muchly in my Paxley brain.

Oh, hold on before I continue-- the song title is a corruption of the song with song of the lyrics reworded in a fitting way so it's time for my favorite time of BEDA *drumroll*... didja guess the song?

I'm going to pause here and assume none of you guessed the song, and that's okay-- I still love you (unless of course I specified I don't love you and then in that case, GTFO my blog)

but now moving on about today:

• discussed immortality on Plurk
• Pondered building a modified car that employed a PS2 controller/modified computer keyboard instead of your typical steering column (<---- Paxmay is on this shit, don't worry)
• Showed my militant pride for being a PC over a Mac (what can I say, Vista is shit, but it's never truly let me down too much)
• Emailed the DH of the CS Department to see how they can help me become a CS minor.
  

Also right now while typing this I am watching Banned from the Bible I (and I plan to watch II as soon as this autoplay is finished).

With this Easter weekend coming up I've been pondering religion a lot lately, which is something I do more often then I'd like to admit.

I hadn't originally intended to make this my view on religion, but I guess it's going that way, but I swear-- this shouldn't offend anyone.

I'm not a religious person, I'm going to admit that and I've admitted it time and time again, and I'm not ashamed of this fact because I'm pleased my parents gave me a choice-- however I'm not completely proud of the fact that I have no religion to even defy or reject.

My father is a Catholic, my mother is a Protestant, and on top of not being able to agree what they wanted to be, they also decided they were going to let their children choose a religion that they wanted to. The only problem with this idea was that my parents have always very readily castigated religion and therefore wanting to pursue a religion in my family would probably be a taboo to them like being gay would be (though my parents would accept that I was gay, just not if I wanted to believe in God-- ironic).

I have a deep fascination in theology and therefore don't consider myself an Atheist, not because I believe it's wrong to be an Atheist, but only because I have yet to rule out the potential for a higher deity-- who knows, I might wind up an Atheist at the time of my death. I don't really consider myself an Agnostic (though if I had to consider myself an Agnostic I would be a Weak Agnostic or I would probably follow an Agnostic theism-- Wikipedia people) either because it's not that I don't know of any existence, or that I don't believe-- but rather I've never been really given a chance. By weak definition I probably would have been a Pagan once upon a time only because I feel almost as if I live in a non-Christian world because of how my parents raised us and it's very weird being so ill educated on this topic. And nothing against Jews, but well... I know I'm not Jewish-- that's the end of that...

I took up a course on Dante's Divine Comedy this past semester and it's really been my first experience in a type of intense theology study in my past 19 (bordering 20) years. I'm still not sure what I believe, but I like this process I've developed from this of accepting and rejecting these ideas as personal ideologies.

I'm also borrowing my roommate's Bible soon because I feel like it's a good place to start-- you know... the beginning.

And now I'm even bored with that ramble, sorry-- I hadn't intended to be so heavy handed and serious so I'm moving on now.

The Evil Baby Orphanage--

I posed this question yesterday and now I'm going to share my opinions now.

I think going back in time and employing an Evil Baby Orphanage would actually be foolish, not because it would be a bad idea to reduce World Suck in the past, but because I feel like having an EBO would increase the chance of creating a grandfather paradox or at the very least an alternate timeline.

The evil that has taken place has defined our World, good or bad and with that I refuse to be the complete undoing of human existence.

However employing an EBO now would be a good idea if we could somehow predict the likelihood of a baby becoming an evil baby-- which might be a little harder given the fact most people don't exhibit signs of being evil until they can walk or talk.

Whoooo I rambled a lot today, I'm sorry-- twas boring and lame and a little too Paxist, what can I say... get me thinking and I really think, and I mean really.

And now I'm done ranting for the day so I'm off BEDA mode for now, however when I actually get my brain all together I remembered I have to ramble about this water they have at school now-- and while I thought I was seeing signs of the DaVinci code, it turned out just to be epic water... *nonsensical*

Accio Appropriate Title, Incendio Writer's Block (BEDA #8)

Evening Nerdfighteria, this is BEDA numbah 8--*excited Kermit the Frog style type clapping*

At least I think it's number 8, if it's not we're going to get a
lesson in counting from Pax, so everyone should be excited.

So you know the drill, I've adapted the title from an already existent song title and made it my own-- my question is:
what song is it?
and who was I just watching on BlogTV? (<---- which is relevant to who wrote the original song).

My Easter weekend officially starts now because my teacher canceled my class tonight as well as my one class tomorrow, so I am basically super super pumped about being able to get some writing and work done early because despite today ending on a sour note I've had a pretty good day. After beating more Peter Pan metaphors to death I went to my Dante's class and realized that theology makes my head hurt. That might be the soul reason I'm not a religious person--well that is aside from all the others. However my roommate is letting me borrow his Bible to read for this weekend, and even then I'll probably just settle for the Lego Bible because it has pictures and the Snape Lego is the devil... so I'd say that's a win all around. Today I also got 3 packages! (which is meant of course in the non-homosexual way, which is apparently a disclaimer I have to make, just an FYI).

The first two aren't so exciting: hearing aid batteries and some screenwriting software from Microsoft (it's Final Draft, so I think that's MS made, correct me if I'm wrong). But the third was schweet to say the least. For some people Easter means religious reflection and appreciation of Jesus, or something like that-- I honestly know more about the religious history of Passover than I do anything in Catholicism (which on a side note for all my Jewish friends, Chag Samayach, my friend Rob taught me that before he went home for the Seder.)

For me however Easter means the long withstanding Paxton tradition of Easter baskets and egg hunts. My mom has always viewed Easter as a second Christmas because she works in a card store and has for close to the past decade now. Before that my mom used to celebrate Easter like this because usually money was tighter around Christmas so she'd space out stuff making sure we always got what we wanted. I'd be really quick to say I was spoiled but I honestly neither ask not expect any of this and I think that makes all the difference.


This is my first Easter away from home (last year Easter ran early and Spring Break ran late so my first college year was the same old same old.) and it's a little weird to say the least. I'm so used to waking up and hunting for chocolate eggs around the house and then sitting down and opening up the baskets with the family. My mom is really great in this respect and I really can't wait till she's an amazing grandmother to my kids, or at least until I get to repay half of this back and spoil my kids on Easter (after church of course, I'm sticking to my guns with mixing traditions... which hopefully means my kids will have a stronger moral center =P hahaha).

I opened up the box addressed to me from my mom and was really shocked to find she had organized a whole basket (minus the basket if that makes any sense). She still went to whole nines even if I couldn't be there and included the note attached to a bag of chocolate eggs that said "have someone hide these for you, Ducky"-- and yes, she does call me Ducky...thank you very much...

Albeit I was a little sad at first because I know this means that my dad isn't in the right enough state of mind to come visit me at school, but I know he's recovering well from his stroke so the best I can do is be happy for him and use the holiday to reflect on that.

Even with all that my mom managed to bring home to me in form of a small brown box complete with candy (more than I know what to do with to be honest ranging from gum, chocolate, and even non-shitty candy hearts, even if they are Twilight themed *I personally like Twilight, but I honestly don't ask for all this*), fuzzy blue bunny whom I have named Colin, and a random assortment of odds and ends that included an Amex gift card, T-Shirt, and a movie magazine which I clandestinely read over in class.

Even I'm still shocked to get money on Easter, but I was soooooooo happy at the same time. After nerding about for an hour or so about what I was going to buy with my money I settled on buying:

Papertowns by John Green
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
and of course the Paxist standby for weekend food,
some Chinese food.

If you don't know who John Green is, let alone Hank Green, or even the Vlogbrothers then I'm not even sure how you managed to read through this whole thing and for wasting your time I apologize I'll let you step out... now...
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so now to test my blog audience...

be doo doo doo...?

Thought so...

But really, If you've still continued to read and have never seen the Vlogbrothers I think you should check the out you can check on YouTube under keywords: Vlogbrothers, John Green, DFTBA, or even so far as to search for Nerdfighters.

On a side note my question for you is:

Evil Baby Orphanage-- after this week's developments what do you feel about EBO?

I'm just curious where people stand, I'll share my opinions in BEDA #9 if I remember or care to explain.

The rest of the day however took a weird turn as soon as I went to go get my Chinese food man from the guy who did nothing but manage to yell at me-- which usually happens, this is our symbiotic relationship now.

After dealing with the frazzled, angry, but apologetic Chinese food man I popped over the the market that is behind my building where I literally found that hell had broken loose, and in the most accurate senses of the word.

I had never had anyone scream at me: only go this way if you want to get shot today...

I'm going to preface the rest of this with the basic fact that I was never in any immediate danger, I'm fine, and the campus is safe now as of the time I'm posting it.

However a few hours ago we had a situation with a guy in the Park River apartments, which are basically a set of dorm-style apartments set between my complex and the market-- and was ironically where I was headed to buy some iced tea.

Some yahoo had apparently taken a few people hostage after a failed armed robbery, and the basic facts which have been released is that after an hour or two of snipers, K9 units, National Guard, and probably a large portion of both campus and HPD the guy was eventually talked down and no one was injured.

Even with all this, I'm not going to lie-- it was pretty fucking scary to find you've walked into a war zone with guys using guns and shouting commands you've only ever seen in even the most intense shooter game.

I'm still a little shaken, but it's done nothing to ruin my night or my early weekend, I've just learned about the state of our campus' security.

But all these worries aside I think I'm going to read some BBook of Geek and watch some Dil Chahta Hai for class...

and remember Nerdfighters-- DFTBA

When I Grow Up, I Want To Have Fairies (BEDA #7)

So this is a re-write on an earlier blog because I wrote it before to honestly get it out of the way, and now I feel like that's not really the point of blogging or BEDA so we'll call this a more successful take two.

The title this time is once again based on a song, and helps preface the long discussion that once again teaches me that I've been the same person I've been since I was 9 years old.

Didja guess the song? *squeaface*

I was on a short self-imposed isolation this week, for no real reason other than sometimes you need to clear your head to realize that everything was making sense in the first place.

Though having this iMode of sorts really allowed to me to appreciate some things and realize some others.

This week I talked with my fiancee about some of the most random things, and I feel like moments where I slow down and just appreciate our relationship are really some of the reasons why we're as strong as we are.

...then again we also talk about eating dirt and the time I got drunk and married the 12 girls band...

*crickets*

Moving on...

I feel like I can never really express to her how grateful I am for her, and blah blah blah-- sentimental stuff that's she's heard over and over and over again-- but really, I'm just glad she gave me my second chance.

Today we wound up talking about a time when we weren't together (which feels like years ago now) and we were talking about how one time back in November (I believe) I had a date with a girl I wasn't all too interested in (keep in mind this was a college date, it was on campus, I didn't pay, we used meal plans, I walked her back to her room after, and realized I hated college dating)...

It made me realize how much time can really pass in almost 2 years...

and yes, I know-- I'm not an idiot, I know that when two years time passes it has been about 2 years but when you look at it like this it looks crazy.

It's an interesting connection to follow when you look at a guy who went from heartbroken in 2007 to happily engaged to 2009 and all it took was:

• one failed long term "relationship"
• 2 failed casual dates with 2 girls (<--- ironically this was probably the same result of the guy who made "2 Girls, 1 Cup)
• one clandestinely jealous best friend
• a relationship
• a slap to the face (<--- told you it was a casual dating fail)
• a failed 2 month relationship that tells you that interracial dating is fine, the Irish and Swedish just don't mesh (inter-ethnic fail)
  
• an epiphany
• a relationship with my best friend that lasted 1 year and 5 days (<---- all amazing)
• and one surprise engagement in a time frame that only the Doctor could handle.

If I hadn't lived it all, I'd never have believed it was possible too... trust me.

Sometimes I'd like to go back and warn 12 year old Pax that he's got a rocky road ahead of him, but he's got his own worries to handle

... after all

he's just found out he was rejected from Hogwarts and he's too busy in the backyard looking for the second star to the right (and straight on till morning...)

But I guess something stands true from the 12 year old falling off his footboard because Tinkerbell's not there yet to help him fly (<---- I think I might have just found a metaphor...woot) and the near 20 year old who has the same fear in the metaphorical sense... No regrets

Sometimes You Just Feel Like a Bad Hat (BEDA #6)

This is the only day of the week so far where I'm really not feeling BEDA, all I want to do is sleep but part of blogging everyday is like being stuck in a Biodome of obligation. So because of the nagging compulsion that keeps me doing this, here is my day in short summation.

Woke up this morning a little earlier than I had expected, and was quite displeased with my lack of motivation even then. I kicked off work mode really early, and yet still ironically seemed to finish late-- that's how Dante's writing works.

I wouldn't necessarily call myself a fan of Dante, or even a scholar, but I'm grasping it slowly every day and that's a miracle within itself. The text is a little bit heavy handed in expressing Christianity as the end all be all of being a good person, of which I'm neither here nor there when it comes to opinions. I believe what you want, say what you want, do what you want, respect that other people have the same right-- and you repeat this everyday until someday a higher belief resurrects itself from the mashed up incoherency that is the average human brain mixed with theology.

I would up leaving late for class, one of the hazards of having that annoying couple separation anxiety every time I leave May, and yes-- it happens almost every time never fail, trust me-- I'd be sick of us if I didn't think we were so cute (and slightly superior to "normal" couples =P)

Even with all this however I still wound up making it to class in only 5 minutes flat, which to explain is clearly feat of God or some divine nature because even had I been running it should have taken me 15 minutes-- proof that divinity is slowly showing itself to me in the most unexpected of ways hahaha.

My Dante's class ticked by at a crawl like pace, and I would know, I was staring the clock all class. After that interminable Inferno was over I went to meet with my film adviser. He's British and a little bit touched in the head, I'm not going to lie when I say I think there's something mildly wrong with him-- but he's helped me out of many a bind, so he's alright in my book.

It was today when I was granted another small surprise-- I'm almost finished school, technically. As of my Spring 2010 I will only have 2 general education courses left and 4 more film courses, which leaves me to finish up my ComSci requirements with little to no worrries.

Needless to say, I AM PUMPED.

But at the same time terrified of the fact the future is really coming fast, which once again on the same crux I'm likewise pumped again-- but I think that's because without a doubt, even if my future plans don't go just as that, planned... at least I have someone that I know I'm going to go home to everyday.

For some reason now, the frightening concept of our future doesn't freak me out so much-- someone get me some shades (<----cheesy reference a la 80s)

And now because lab has taken a ton out of me I believe I'm going to settle into doing some of my ComSci work and then getting a nap in-- tired Pax is tired =P

I Never Understood the Spiel About Rainy Days and Mondays Until They Happened All At Once (BEDA #5)

Today's just really one of those days, the typical: rainy days and Mondays always get me down-- and now I've been blessed with a rainy Monday and a pretty depressed mood to boot.

I always promised myself I'd never blog when I was feeling depressed because I felt that while blogging should be about sharing, I never liked sharing when I was in a bad mood-- so like my general mood today call this a fake smile plastered to this whole thing.

I got an unprecedented amount of sleep last night, I really don't think I've gotten that much sleep since last summer or possibly even so far back as when I was younger than 16 at this point. I've also come to the conclusion why I really don't like getting a lot of sleep-- it's a plain waste of time. I went to bed shortly after 11 last night and woke up shortly after 8:30 only to find that no matter how much sleep I can get, the human body is a bit of a sleep whore and always wants more. Unless this is just me, and then in this cause ummm... *clears throat* Hello, I'm Pax and I'm addicted to sleep.

All I can think is that I have 5 more weeks, that's about it-- maybe a little less, maybe a little more until I can leave school again for almost 4 months. The Hallelujah chorus has never been so fitting in this moment, well either that or something from High School Musical 2-- but I have a feeling that one of them is much less likely to get things thrown at me.

If anyone could tell me which one of these is fact I'd be appreciative...

I called my mom up in a fit of desperation the other day to tell her the my Bank of America account is looking particularly scant lately, and I'd like to ironically point out that my Bank of America account is the most American thing about me-- FYI. It took some negotiating ironically for her to give me less money, because she was trying to offer me 50 dollars, and I told her that I only needed exactly $17.56 to finish out the next 5 weeks.

I know a lot of people just *headdesked* at me not accepting more money, and for those of you who didn't, then I'm glad you understand the subtle science of borrowing money from your parents.

My mom is giving me the money, not as a borrowing thing-- but just so I don't sound too ungrateful, I did offer to dance around the front lawn in a monkey suit to give her 20 dollars worth of lawls.

She has yet to get back to me yet, but if you have a monkey suit and live in the New England area, I might possibly need to get in touch with you...

The sun just started to come out-- ironically it's doing nothing but mocking my mood at the moment.

I just have a lot of thinking to do this week, so in order for me to do that properly I've basically de-teching for the next week, not fully-- and I might pop on my messengers for a little bit but other than maybe a few YM sessions and BEDA I probably won't be around

I've put karma freeze on Plurk and I think most people won't notice my Twitter absence, Facebook depresses me and I'm not even sure why I keep Myspace-- I just don't want to be reached this week...

FAQs--Not To Be Confused with Fat Angry Quails (BEDA #4)

Oh herro...

This is an atypical blog which we are calling--

Frequently Asked Questions!!!

Believe it or not, even a loser like me eventually get a lots of frequently asked questions about himself, and I am both flattered whilst being simultaneously annoyed. So I've come up with an answer inspired by Liam Dryden AKA LittleRadge on YouTube (check him out, he's Scottish and his girlfriend is Fijian and they are probably one of the more epic couples you will find on the internet-- aside from maybe one *coughs*)


Also-- keep in mind that this is meant to be informative, funny, and not to be taken too seriously in how I respond, just in the answers that I give...

So...here it goes:

Question 1: Is your name really Edward?
Yes, my name is Edward-- Edward James Paxton to be exact (lolololol Edward James?)-- once again, yes my middle name is James, it's not like my mum planned future trends of fan girls 16 years early. I'd really prefer you just call me Pax though if we're anything from friends, family, or random strangers.

Question 2: How old are you?
I actually get this one a lot for people who just see me physically-- I'm almost 20 years old, I'm going to be 20 on Sunday the 7th of June. And before you ask more, yes I'm aware I look 16-- it's just my face, hopefully I'll grow out of it.

Question 3: Do you go to school, where, and what are you studying?
Questions like this always make me feel like I'm being stalked for some reason, but I'll give you basics--
I'm finishing up my second year at my university, and yes I go to a university and not a college. I'm also based in the Hartford area of Connecticut-- in which I like to keep my privacy for the most part unless you really want to hang out, and even then I'm apt to think you're a rapist. In regards to what I'm studying, I'm a film major with emphasis with analysis and writing-- basically I critique content and write my own scripts, production is not my strong suit. I'm also adding a minor in Computer Science for a few reasons, most of which involve me being a nerd and want to take over the world with my family of hackers *shifty eyes*.

Question 4: Do you have any social networking sites, and can I add you up there?
I can't see why you'd want to, but I'm not going to stop you...you can find me on:
Myspace
Twitter
Plurk
Tumblr
Multiply
Friendster(not sure why I have one...)

I also have a few messengers, but the only one I feel okay sharing is MSN, so you can add me under Paxomaniac@Live.com

The best bet is to go online and just search keyword: Paxomaniac, and you'll find me and figure out where I'm at.

Question 5: You realize your name is Edward, right?
Yes... I know, the joke got old about 4 years ago, so let's just all collectively let out a laugh "hahaha, your name is Edward!"-- are we good now?

Question 6: Do you have a girlfriend?
No, I am quite girlfriendless at the moment

Question 7: Are you single?
Oh, that, no...I'm not *whistles*

Question 8: But you just said you didn't have a girlfriend...
I'll let you ask May about that...

Question 9: Who the heck is May?
May is the fifth month of the year in the Gregorian Calendar, and one of seven Gregorian months with the length of 31 days
but in my own personal context May is one half of Paxmay and is less commonly known as Mariel-- and if you couldn't figure out that if she is one half of Paxmay, then I being the Pax part, make up the second half. She was my girlfriend for over a year and best friend for even longer, but that ended-- we're engaged now, so I can still smirk and say that I am more than taken.

Question 10: Oh, so you're *not* gay?
I'm unregretably straight, and I'm fine with you calling me: gay, queer, faggot, flaming rainbow-- I attract gay men like I attract fan girls and either way I'm flattered, but I'm looking for something a little more Maylicious.

Question 11: But don't you realize your name is Edward, haven't you read--
Yes to both... I have read the books, I see the connections, and before you ask again keep in mind that like the fictional Edward I am also romantically involved-- you might want to try for a guy named Jacob or Mike, you might have better luck.

Question 12: OMG ARE YOU FLIP??LOLOLOLOL
for those of you who don't understand LOLSpeech basically this question means: Are you perhaps Filipino? If you are, I would find this laugh out loud worthy.
...*sighs*-- I AM NOT FILIPINO-- I repeat, hindi Pilipino ako, Amerikano ako.

Question 13: But you speak Tagalog?
I also speak Spanish, German, French, and American Sign Language, and I am none of these nationalities (though I am partially deaf, just FYI)

Question 14: I don't understand, how do you know Tagalog?
I was Filipino in a past life... *shrugs*

Question 15: Huh?
*headdesk*-- ummm, lemme try again--
Back in December 2007 I started learning some basic phrases to wish my best friend a multilingual Happy Birthday (and yes, this same best friend is my fiancee now, FYI-- which through deductive reasoning should tell you she is Filipina). It actually got to be really interesting and I saw a lot of tethers to Spanish (which I'm fluent in), but at the same time it was a language I had no backing in. I started doing my own web research and began watching videos and downloading some free flashcard programs. I also like watching Filipino movies (Regal Cinema for the win!) and learned a lot of pronounciation there (my favorite love team hands down is Mark Herras and Jennylyn Mercado-- just to show you how Pinoy I can get hahaha). I even bought an elementary text book for Christmas and I learn from that whenever I have free time. Being on Plurk helped me a lot too and is why I can read a lot more Tagalog than I can respond in-- it's basically being immersed in something so long you start to pick it up out of necessity.

So yes in short, I can speak some Tagalog, read some, write some-- but if I get confused with something you said, please be nice to me and translate instead of making some remark about how I don't know what I'm doing-- I never said I was fluent, I'm still a student.

Question 16: But why the Philippines?
well besides having a bias with my fiancee, I'm not really sure-- I'm not normal and I have proof, and before asking anything about that I recommend you check out my specialty blog here: http://notsoabroadamerikano.blogspot.com/

Question 17: are you a whore?
Let's go down the list:
I'm a virgin, I'm engaged, I have never done anything sexually with anyone, and even when I will, it's with someone I'm fully committed-- so I can live proud knowing these facts: I don't have AIDS or other diseases-- and I don't have to worry about them developing, I might be inexperienced-- but I'm in love, and I've never preached about staying a virgin and then decided to suck someone off in lieu of sexual intercourse *Pax: 1, Haters:0*-- hope you can kiss mommy and daddy with that mouth hahaha.

Question 18: what every Pax-girl (fangirl, hahaha) wants to know...boxers or briefs? woot)" height="21"> (thanks Sam hahaha)
No shame in a man with Boxers-- and before it goes on any long rant about why, I honestly don't know. They're cheap, I can wear them around the house without feeling naked, they're cheap, we don't need to see more of my body than necessary, I have since I was 7-- and also because deep down I think they sound more badass-- like Balboa-esque boxer.

Question 19: how do we know that you're real and you're not a really advanced bot who could answer people like a normal human?
Like internet bot, or robot-bot?

Because the first one is simple, bots have an easier time with CAPTCHA than I do, and a bot wouldn't have epic fails like :), =0), or =00 when in YM.

As for real robots, I've actually discussed the potential of having robotic organs and limbs swapped out for mine when my human body starts to go rubbish. Basically it's really out of a yen to live forever, and right now vampirism has such a stigma against it (thanks Stephenie Meyer [/sarcasm]

Question 20: is it true that orange has no rhyming word?
Orange rhymes with door hinge, problem solved...

Question 21: If you're not Filipino, then what are you?
American, specifically of an Irish, English, and Australian ethnicity

Question 22: You're not Asian?
No...

Question 23: Not even half?
No...not even half...

Question 24: You look a little Korean...
That's not even a question, and if anything I've been told I look half Pinoy...

Question 25: so you're not really Pinoy?
Didn't we cover this?... and why the hell am I asked you... THEY'RE MY FAQS!

Question 26: Why do you squint so much then?
It's just something with my face, I have particularly narrow eyes for a Caucasian eye, in fact before you ask-- my eyes are blue. I'm just kind of singkit, and most people I know have learned to accept me as I am (mostly Filipinos, let's not lie)

Question 27: what can you do to help conserve our environment?
I never leave the computer, by preventing my time outside in the environment, I'm making sure there's more for everyone else... happy?

Question 29: Why did you skip 28?
Because I hate even numbers, and I have a firm believe that while the solution the universe is 42, the only contribution I can add to that mix is 29...and if you have to ask why, then I guess I'll have more FAQs for another go =P hahaha

Epiphanies in Three Minutes and Twenty-Seven Seconds (BEDA #3)

You know the drill by now, the title is always based on a song I was listening to-- and this one is a little harder so if you guess it right I will give you 10 internets and serenade you with a uke (<---- you can call me Blue, and this a clue hahaha). It's really fitting for everything that happened today, and how I just generally feel about my future.

Today has been an all over good day, a good change of pace for a weird week. All I can say is that this week is one of the ones that makes me question my mental state, which is fancy way of saying I went bonkers a few times this week. If I've gone off on you at all this week, honestly I've just had a lot on my mind and it was a constant "straw that broke the camel's back" type scenario.

I woke up at about 10ish, the sounds of I Want It All have never been so unwelcome (and that's saying something...perverted hahaha). Got down to meet my roommate's proxy/girlfriend-ish at around 11AM, decked out in my Gryffindor shirt as we had agreed because it's hard for me to describe myself as "short, squinty, and a little confused looking". This is where I so eloquently epic failed, which is not suprising. It turns out that we were in the wrong meeting place and had to jog to a complete different location which is even closer to my dorm than this other place-- in short, FML.

We basically got everything squared away-- I'll be rooming in Quad 2-Apt 101, Room A with my roommate, Kal (his real name is actually Landon as I've learned, his nickname comes from "Kal-El", Superman for the win!). It's still just really weird to be moving out of the complexes after 2 years, and the fact that Leo has been my roommate for two years, it's a big change. However the thing that has not changed too, Leo's apartment is a few doors over, my friend Adam lives a few over from that, and Kal's girlfriend-ish Kelly lives a few other doors over-- it's going to be weird with closer co-ed living than we're used to. My new apartment is right across from the market, next to the pond (I can has swans?) and makes me yearn for having a rowboat.

But really, this is cooler than I can clearly describe because I get:
to take my bike to school (hooray for not being late!)
eat in a normal kitchen having coffee maker (which mum and I are looking for one shaped like a Dalek!)
a toaster (I know a few people just collectively cringed)

... on top of all this, being in a Quad apartment set up means that we have a lawn basically, meaning for once I can do that normal college thing and play soccer, frisbee, and I'm going to ask Kal how he feels about getting some type of basketball hoop for the front of our apartment.

This is going to be the first time I've roomed with a geek, and I have to say I'm really frakking psyched. I can already see how cool our room is going to look what with both of us being Guildies (just he goes regularly, and I'm a bit fed up with it). I already know we're going to have a lot of late nights with Trock, video games, and other nerdy things. Apparently he wants us to get to know each other next weekend so we're going to watch Lord of the Rings and order pizza or something-- it sounds pretty normal, but at the same time I feel like a little kid.

However even through all this there's one little thing that keeps sticking in the back of my mind, it's really all changing. This is the first time that "Fourth Floor" hasn't lived together and it's just a little weird after two solid years together. Blake has decided not to even move into the apartments with us, he's staying in the dorms and part of me wants to laugh and call him a sucker-- but at the same time I have no one to play Halo with for now (see, told you, little kid). Rob is moving back home too, he can't afford school anymore, and as much as I call him a stubborn Jewface, Jewbie, or a Jewlet-- he really is one of my best friends because as much of a douche he can be, he's still been there for some of the stuff that counts. I took him to see the apartments though and he very intelligently said "yo, I'm calling couch at least once a month"-- not surprised, he would do that-- tiny Jewface hahaha.

It has me thinking a lot about being homesick now, I used to miss being home with my parents and sister, or missing my friends, or not being there for parties-- but really when it comes down to it, over the past 2 years I've gotten more attached to these people, they really became my second family-- so I guess once again I'm back to not having a real home, but this time I'm not so grudging about that fact, I'm pretty blessed to have more than one home. Still, I'm thinking now that if I had the chance, I'd so employ the TARDIS and be selfish, because I'd like "someday" to become "right now"-- I'm curious if going to medical school would move this process along...

(random unrelated edit to the above topic) So a few people had asked me recently to get something like MSN or AIM to make myself more accessible and so I've done that, so if you know me on Plurk or anything else where we talk on a regular basis (which is basically a million sites I won't talk about, but it rhymes with incest...) feel free to be like "give me yo' MSN bitch"-- but hopefully more politely than that *shifty eyes*.

I'm also on YM too, but that really wound up being more personal lately, so if I've given you my YM trust I want to talk to you, if I haven't just trust I'm a pretty private person (technically speaking, I feel like most Bloggers are exhibitions anyways...and you all knows it's true)

On A Day Like This I Wish My Name was Lloyd Dobler (BEDA #2)

So fun trivia questions for the day based on the title:
1) What movie am I referencing?
2) If you can go so far as to guess, which song do you think I'm listening to?

I honestly think it's pretty obvious, but I'm also a cinema major and a nerd...soooooo...

So today wasn't a bad day, but I'm going to admit I was feeling a lot of that TGIF love from the moment I woke up. School is finishing in a few weeks though so I'm really psyched to get the summer of '09 kicked off and just relax and work on some of my to do list which is to:
1) finish my book
2) lose some weight
3) read all the books on my shelf
4) Get a job

All pretty attainable I think, but the summer has yet to start, so we'll see how my motivation turns out as soon as the humidity sets in.

I am feeling particularly motivated lately, something about all the suckness that has been occurring over the past couple weeks has really driven my contentedness back up to over 9000.

Today in fact was one of those days that I can label as "Days Pax thinks too heavily about his future"-- but for once it didn't involve me panicking and talking about how I'm going to be employed at Best Buy.

So basically what I've decided is to... drag this point on even further by doing one of those little meme type things, hey... be thankful I'm not doing this in vlog form, you can always choose to stop reading now.

Basically I'm sure a lot of people had something like this in school, but if not I'm just going to preface it a little.

Do you remember when you're a little kid and they have career day in Elementary School? You know, when you dress up as what you want to be when you grow up- -for no reason other than when you're a little kid we label career proficiency in what we can dress as. Most people wind up dressing up like doctors, or ice skaters, or football players-- let's just say I wasn't always the same.

In first grade I told my mom I wanted to be a molecular biologist/chemist (and yes, I was 6 years old at the time and wasn't even sure these careers existed *they do*). I got all dressed up in a lab coat and my mom gave me an empty salad dressing container which she drew the little atomic symbol on. My mom even gelled my hair up with her hair gel so I looked like mad scientist and they let me wear my nice shoes to school with dress pants. After a few hours at school I accidentally opened the container and found out my mom hadn't soap it well enough and it reeked of garlic. Needless to say I got glared at, but the girl who sat next to me gave me her star shaped eraser and told me that my lap coat made me look smart and cute. That girl is actually one of my best friends now still and when I tell her that she laughs and asks what happened-- science never was my thing.

In second grade I told my mom I wanted to be a veterinarian, I was 7 at the time and used to check out books from the library on pet care. I was hoping that if I showed my parents how responsible I could be, they would get me a new puppy (I already had a dog named Mack who I thought was ancient at the time, he was only 9). My mom stole one of my dad's v-neck work undershirts and made me a badge that said Dr.EJ Paxton to clip on my shirt, it was even the first time she let me take a toy to school (not really a toy per se, she let me take a stuffed dog to class, it looked like our dog, but it was more fun). When I got to school I was promptly told my Robbie Lemieux that only girls took care of animals and he called me a girl. I get sent to the office that day and had to tell the principal why I had chosen to trip a fellow classmate at recess and asked him "who's the girl now, stupid?". Taking care of animals or people was never really my thing...

In third grade I got really into art and made the decision that I was going to grow up to be a painter. My mom went out and bought me a new smock, paint brush, and even a paint pallet I use to pretend I was painting. I told my mom that I didn't look right enough and I had to be like the guy who was on a kid's show I watched on Fox Family. Apparently when I was 8 being a good painter meant looking French. My mom sewed me a black beret and painted a fake Chef Boyardee looking moustache on my face. The beret was a hit and I decided from there on out that wearing hats just made sense, however the paint gave me a rash and I decided two things: 1) I never wanted facial hair (which would become ironic 7 years later) and 2) I didn't want mummy's help with career day anymore.

In fourth grade I developed a hero worship for my dad, and I wanted to do whatever daddy did and my dad is an electrical engineer with intense backing with computers, computer programming, and circuitry (my father really is an intelligent man, which is why it's surprising to hear he still loses his sunglasses on his head). I told my dad I wanted to be a computer programmer and I think looking back now he beamed a little bit with that fatherly pride. The next day my dad woke me up early and brought me into his room, Wishbone pajamas and all. By the end of him dressing me my mom must have been appauled at her 9 year old son coming out of their bedroom in a polo shirt, suit coat, khaki pants, and sunglasses with the lenses popped out. My dad even used his office copier to make me my own work clearance ID that said "Edward J. Paxton- Programming Head". I'm not going to say this was one of the more defining moments, but it was the first time someone called me a nerd and it was the first time I realized I was pretty proud of that fact. The kid who dressed up as the football player that year showed me what he thought of nerds though-- it took them a long time to get suit arms unbuttoned.

In fifth grade, I was 10 and decided to take all my past follies which meant:
nothing chemically dangerous, nothing girly, nothing harmful to my health, and nothing nerdy. Sadly this was the year we moved into the new house, so asking mum and dad for help wasn't of any good because they were too busy. I just so happened to be out of luck that career day followed the week we moved. Now you have to wonder what a 10 year old who has no adult supervision wants to be when they grow up. The next day I woke up all dressed up, and now looking back I think my mom was laughing her ass of at her 10 year old son in Hawaiian shirt, OP shorts, sandals, with sunscreen on his nose, and sunglasses that were a little too big with a cardboard cut-out of a crayon colored surf board. This is the only time I was readily accepted for my career day, and I felt pretty cool. At that age I felt like it would going to be the perfect career for me-- too bad I never did learn to surf though...

It's been about a decade now since those Elementary School career days and strangely I've come to find that my career aspirations at 9 are pretty much what they are at 19.

Which is why today I've come to the future decision that even through all my years of high school in which I wanted to be a doctor, an artist, a writer, only one of which stuck, I've realized I'm always going to be that nerd getting tied to the fire escape by his suit coat (I'm hoping figuratively, and not literally, that would suck).

So this is why today, well not today really-- but soon...

I'm adding Computer Science to my studies, probably in a minor, but still the idea is there that not only will I be that nerdy writer nerd, but I'm going to be that nerdy computer nerd... just call me freaky Computer Boy (someone just giggled =P)

But in all seriousness...
if you can teach me to surf, I'll definitely reconsider

Welcome to my BEDA fail! (#1)

So if you're a Nerdfighter you probably know about BEDA-- and therefore you are awesome, no need for the DFT there.

If you are not a Nerdfighter and know nothing about BEDA-- well, ummmm... shaaaaaaame.

But no honestly BEDA is a concocted idea by Maureen Johnson, you can find out about the wonderful project here

Basically the premise is just simply this:

You blog, every day, in April hence B-E-D-A, which we are nerdy pronouncing as "beeda"

And now I know some of you are thinking: but Pax it is the second day in April-- don't you fail?

And my answer is simply: yes vaguely italicized internal monologue-- I do epic fail, but I counter you with my well formed rebuttal in two parts

1)I, Edward Paxton, DGAF (today is a day for acronyms)
2) Yesterday was April Fool's Day-- which means nothing but I didn't want to find out BEDA was a poorly elaborate prank in which no harm is done but wasted time
(^this, like the cake, is a lie)

But really, it's a cool project and lots of people are taking part in it-- in fact if you go on YouTube and just type in BEDA, VEDA, Nerdfighter, or any of the following together you will find many people are coming forward to join the epic fun.


...Ironically while I was writing this the song I'm using to start my screen play came on-- so not only will I share that but some updated news about iLife... segues FTW!


^This is the opening theme to both the main action of the screenplay, and is also the subset text of the novel that starts off the chapter-- proof that the oldies are still awesome even 25 years later.

I know a lot of my friends are aware of iLife, which is a bit of a lie-- a lot of my friends haven't listened long enough to care what I'm writing so here's just my basic summary of iLife.

It's a boy meets girls...meets iPod story-- I'm afraid I'm not allowed to say much more than that while I'm writing, but it's basically your average teen movie meets Stranger Than Fiction, with a hint of autobiography.

Also some extra fun nerdy news which a lot of people probably won't care about... so I'm still moving on.

I'm working on the iLife book at the moment (which is not a direct adaptation, but rather there are direct similarities between the screenplay version and the movie version-- but they are very different in layout and some timeline aspects), which is no surprise I've been working, re-editing, re-drafting, all the fun stuff since sometime early last year. Hopefully I'll be finished by the end of this summer and have a finished "iLife of Emerson Gray" product.

Which is where some of my fun comes in:

I've been looking at some independent publishing firms that will just do one-off copies of books without mass distribution, and basically if I can find where it is feasibly possible I will in fact be printing off a few copies of iLife and distributing them to people who want them.

However because I have no legal representation and no means of this being funded, a lot of this will be out of pocket, so I believe at the most I'm only going to have 5-10 copies printed off.

Whether this is truly possible or not, I'm not sure, but for anyone who's been following the progress of my stuff, if you want a copy this is your chance to be like "I can has book?"

...Keep in mind still that just because you want on doesn't mean you can have one, but I'm just curious about the people who are seriously interested in this and have been following it since the beginning.

So now that I've gotten this pretty boring and pointless update out of the way, I'm probably going to go do work, or other random pointless things with my time rather than blog about my day anymore right now, but just know this was my unlucky day-- I got April Fooled by April 1st thinking that the bad luck would end then... it didn't...

FML.

hahaha

A Dime Plus Ninety-Nine

I have a riddle for you guys... you ready?

What's blue, red, and the fastest thing alive?

Answer:

NO BITCH IT'S NOT SONIC, PUTANGINA! It'd be me in my blue Element shirt and red Airwalks running from class to class, but the imagery pretty much looks the same.

In short, school is kicking my ass hardcore and I'm lagging more and more everyday, not that I'm complaining I love school for what it's worth, I just wish I had 2 more hours in a day-- can someone get on pulling a Hiro and editing the space time continuum?

So now I'm just sitting back and trying to let my thoughts gel a little, I still feel like I'm going at a good 100MPH right now, I need a good night's sleep tonight to calm me down.

We made explosives today in Chem, and I know anyone reading said something to the effect of "oh no, they let Pax have explosives" hahaha, I know the feeling, my lab tech really doesn't like me to have the matches because I look like a madman in those Chem googles, but what can I say-- they don't call me Paxomaniac for nothing hahaha.

So now we're going to play a little game now-- anyone who knows me knows I like to incorporate music and blogging together as one cohesive unit, and as usual the blog title somehow relates to the topic as well as the music I was listening to as I was writing it-- in this case today it is both.

So name that tune: what song is that lyric from?

It actually serves as a pretty good caveat for what the rest of the blog is about too, and also it's a pretty sick song, so go... start singing or Google right now...

I'll wait...

*Jeopardy theme*

didja figure it out?

if you did: whoooooooo yeah, told you it was sick...
if you didn't: you fail, get out of my face... hahahaha

So now moving on...

Some other fun news actually that has had me "straight trippin'" all day (did anyone else like that linggo switch? hahaha I didn't, moving on)-- because I felt like saying "fucking retarded" is what I'd say for anything else, but really this was big.

My fiancee got her braces off--

yeah I know that must make us sound so grown up-- she gets her braces off and maybe if we're lucky I'll hit puberty this week hahaha (I swear we are actually 19 and 20 respectively, which is probably backwards because she's 20 *and not old*, but yeah... WE'RE NOT LITTLE KIDS!)

*snugs Siggy* <---- [/sarcasm]

but really, all crazy Paxisms aside-- yeah hahaha, if I weren't her fiance, I'd beat myself up and want her to out with me...

Do you think it's possible to fall in love with someone twice?...

because I think I managed it. She was always gorgeous to me before, don't get me wrong or anything, this isn't out of anything shallow-- to me there is no one better looking, but I had never taken into account that she wouldn't have braces till we were 100...which might not make sense, but I think you get used to someone one way, and when that changes you have to consolidate your new opinions, and that's why I feel so retarded around her.

I swear, you'd think I was back to being 18 year old Paxward Pax and stammering and nosebleeds (I've had 4 nosebleeds a la sexy anime style for comparison...but I've calmed down now).

We must come off like one of those sickening couples, I apologize, if I weren't me I'd probably throw up more. It's ironic how we both don't think we deserve each other, if it weren't so pathetic I'm sure it would be "awwwww", but even I'm not sure. I'm just going to say it-- even though I know she'll probably pull a Tinkerbell on me later for this-- so love if you're reading this, sorry, but I just have to say it...

My fiancee is smoking hot (I feel like I stole that from a book, movie, show or something-- yeah) I'm even going to post a picture, because it's so funny when she makes the blushing, awkward, "I am not pleased with you Pax" face

Yeah, I can already tell she's going to be displeased with me, but I know for a fact she can't quit smiling, so I might be a little in the clear for now.

Also on another side note, I need to push that photo up a little from this because... yeah, she drives me crazy at the moment so...

Gonna
push
that
picture
up
some
more
...finally hahaha

As much as I said this was just going to be an everyday daily blog, I actually have some stuff I want to cover this week, because I can't vlog--so think of them as scripted blogs for now where you basically have to imagine fancy jump cuts and all that epicness of da YouChoob... just minus my ugly ass face talking at you for 5 minutes, plus-- I r a gud riter boy wid manee skillz

So for now some word association of what I want to cover over the next couple days: "Teeth Whitener", "Why you shouldn't mix up Necrophiliac with Nymphomaniac", "White People" (I swear, this one's not racist, I've been calling out so many white people on their "White Moments" so I guess I'm going to have to try and own up a little *not that I can [/fail]*), and "Trock".

Now speaking of school kicking my ass, homework time, ugh-- check you guys... tomorrow *hopefully*

I also... shameless plug--

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White Moments As Told By A White Guy

What I'm going to tell you might shock, alarm, and appall you, so hold on to your hats:

I am White.

Yeah... I'm basically just messing with you guys, most of you know I'm pretty much the whitest thing since milk, paper, and white-out-- but those of you who also know me pretty well just said "Pax, you're not white, stop lying to these people"-- I know, I know... I can tell jokes too hahaha.

Basically I'm here to dispel this little thing called "White Moments" (which are similar to "Asian moments", "Black Moments" "_____ Moments"-- whatever applicable moment that is)

White moments are basically define as when anyone, mostly white people manage to take a normal situation between friends, family, acquaintances, classmates, and strangers and manage to have a white overload and have in turn made the moment a "white moment".

An example of one such "white moment" recently would come from a friend of mine's Plurk-- (full link can be found here)

White moment in 3--2--1...

OG MikeBz

I like chucks, they're awesome. I prefer Supra and Element shoes tho

bonudǝd i'm not white boy...

bonudǝd no*

Bopper what are ballys?

OG MikeBz These aren't really white boy: www.kicksonfire.com/wp-content/uplo...

bonudǝd i don't even know

Bopper ^ those are cool

bonudǝd yeah...i'm no white boy

NaughtyHaughty says AHHHHHHH "THROWS HANDS UP" STARTS TO SING......... CALIFORNIA LOVE........

bonudǝd Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness

NaughtyHaughty says The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex

bonudǝd We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty

OG MikeBz What do you mean by that? Doesn't mean 2 shit cents...

bonudǝd WHITE MOMENT!!!

OG MikeBz .... Wtf are you talking about? Are you on some dope trip?

jasmin. bahahah

NaughtyHaughty says LMFAO @ white moment haha

bonudǝd damn nigga, you're the only one that don't get it

OG MikeBz I get the idea, but.....why?

bonudǝd why what?

AkoSiMr.Pogi says I'm still laughing at the white moment <----(this would be the man behind the blog himself)

OG MikeBz thinks

this is turning racial.....

now for the test afterwards:

If you had to guess, which one of these posters committed the "white moment"?---

If you guessed OG MikeBz, you're correct-- and for extra credit I want you to point out all his white moments, this one I'll leave you to grade yourselves...

I don't mean to alienate this one guy, he really just happened to be the most pertinent example of "White moments" lately. I feel on a whole white people can start working together to help lessen the amount of white moments, or at least learn to laugh at them when they happen.

If you find yourself in a "White Moment" the steps for proceeding are:

• Recognize when and where the moment went from a regular discussion to a "White Moment"
• State something similar to the following "I just had a White Moment"
• Apologize for the "White Moment" to the other people in the discussion
• Move on
• Do not repeat!

If you don't follow these steps there are some more guidelines to follow as well:

• Allow people to call you out on the "White Moment"-- you deserve it
• Don't get mad-- you were the one who went all white
• Laugh along-- white moment are usually never over anything serious, so chill out and enjoy the moment of accidental humor.
• Don't follow up your "White Moment" with another one, you're just asking for trouble and you'll only wind up angrier.
• Do not confuse people calling out your "White Moment" as racism, that's just another "White Moment" and you wind up ruining the fun for everyone by pulling the race card at the wrong time and you wind up alienating and offending the other white people near you as well.

If you still don't understand "White Moments"-- then you are in fact having a "White Moment", so that should help explain it some more.

I was originally going to say that this whole thing was in jest and was not meant to come off racist or anything like that, but then realized that if you don't realize this is partially in jest, and not meant to come off racist, and is meant to be a humorous education-- then you are probably still caught in a "White Moment" and you probably need to read this over again.

This week the trend...

was to ignore my blog and return again and pretend like nothing happened, until week repeats and it starts again.

...yeah, that's supposed to be a play off a Relient K song...and is probably just as cheesy written as when I wrote it in my head.

So basically-- I failed.

I know I had said "daily blog blah blah blah" but looking back I think maybe I shouldn't have chosen to start working on my daily on my Spring Break, but I digress.

My week was just really busy in the weirdest most unsocial ways-- I slept a lot, I ate a lot, and I saw my friends a lot-- almost a little too much for my liking.

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but I really can only take so much crazy at one time.

I met up with my best friend to do the straightest thing possible, we went to the mall and I helped him pick out formal wear for a wedding. Whooooo hypermasculinity for the win! It actually was pretty fun though, we don't get to see each other a lot so I'll take any concessions to have some guy time. We went to a diner later though and I had to hang out with his new unsufferable friend from college, she was actually really annoying and was just "scene" enough to be condescending.

I'd like to say I have nothing again scene kids, emo kids, goth kids, whatever-- but most of the time I'm really annoyed by the subculture who enjoys those labels, and for those of you how understand...thank you, and for those of you who don't-- we clearly can't be friends hahaha.

I spent most of the rest of the week meeting up with my friends Jonah, Fagell, and Jess-- we're like the original Musketeers, because most people know that there are actually not three musketeers, but there are actually 4 (d'Artagnan FTW!)

Last night was my friend Jonah's birthday party that was organized by yours truly, and my friend Fagell. Let's just say it's probably not a good idea for us to ever form a professional catering service or party planning biz because it would go to hell really fast. It turned out okay with a few minor mishaps along the way-- the frosting turned out more like a disgusting glaze, the glaze wound up sliding off the cake (well, it was really a giant cookie, Jonah doesn't like cake-- which is why I'm not always sure how we're friends when we're opposites) while I was moving it to the fridge, we wound up getting semi-lost, we wound up forgetting to call people and scrambling to assemble, and we wound up losing some of the party foods along the way (AKA we kept eating them because we had gotten so busy we forgot to eat.)

The night went pretty well, but I probably should have kept an eye on the drinks that Jonah was making, I'll defend that I thought it was just orange juice and raspberry ginger ale, but from how messed up I was when I got home-- I'm starting to think otherwise.

I don't remember much of last night once I got home, I just know I said goodnight to my mom and wound up on the playroom couch trying to sit upright. So if anyone knows what I did last night and wants to help me out-- I'd be much appreciated, I'm going to assume I was a bit of a dumbass last night hahaha.

I go back to school tomorrow so tonight is a bittersweet thing, especially with everything that happened with my dad. I hate leaving my family for such weird intervals, but I don't miss the freedom I get from school so I'm going to live up being at school for the next 7 weeks before coming home again for the summer.

Mum's heading back with foodage soon so I believe we're going to have an epic night of breakfast for dinner, Twilight DVD watching, and then a late night showing of December Boys for myself-- so I'll check you guys later.