Addicted.

Writing. Is. An. Addiction.

Sometimes it's really hard to start up, but once I go, I ROCKET. Thus, here I am at 6 am still awake, because I started typing my story. I CAN"T STOP!!!

I don't think I've felt this way about writing in a very long time. I had forgotten how happy it made me; to string words together into descriptions, creating the illusion of the senses simply by definitions portrayed in the mind. It's the way of describing hair not just as red, but as dancing flames as the wind ran through it.

ARGGHH Can't you just see the red hair, whipping around, as he stands on the deck of the ship, leaning over the railing...ARGHHH See I can't stop writing!!!

*sigh* speaking of addictions, I've been addicted to the song Like a G6 by Far East Movement simply because it was playing and I realized it was a great song to listen to while writing (I like to listen to interesting, but monotone-sounding songs as background while I write.)

I should go to sleep...good morning.

In...and Out

How do you know if someone is truly from California? THEY KNOW WHAT IN N OUT IS!

And usually, they love it.

My apartment had an In N Out run tonight. Unfortunately, I've been spoiled--All my life, I've had 3 In N Outs in my hometown, one of which is only a few minutes away from the house. Here where I am now, the drive is like 15 minutes just to get to the nearest one!

For those of you who don't know, In N Out is the best fast food burger place ever. :)

That is my small joy of today.

My big joy is visiting an orphanage to play with the kids. But that's kind of sad in itself.

Long Drawn

...so I've been missing. Why? Lots of things. Explain? Don't feel like it.

What I will explain is today's interesting event of the day:

There is a city bus driver who now recognizes me because in the past two days, I've been running after the same bus. I always seem to be fifty yards away from the stop when I notice the bus approaching...

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It is unfortunate that I couldn't share all the interesting things from this past week, but time is time--we don't get it back! And at least today's interesting event is related the past couple of days.

Teenagers.

What's up, I'm back at home! And guess what else: it's my birthday!

So...since I'm no longer a teenager, does this mean I can scoff at other teenagers now?

And also, happy birthday Natalie Coughlin!

Happy Birthday Kobe Bryant!

Happy Birthday to one of my friend's brothers, and another friend's stepdad...

Happy Birthday Chris!

And most importantly...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TISIES! :D

(P.S. for those who don't know, Chris is my cousin who shares my birthday--different year--and Tisies is what I call my brother, who I share my birthday with as well. We're twins)

I have to work on my birthday until 6pm. Boogers. Well, I share my bithday with so many people I guess it's not exactly that special a day, haha.

Sea to the T-T-L-E!

GAHhHhhhhH I had SUCH an awesome post but it got deleted because I'm at the airport and typing on my glitchy phone that WENT BACK A PAGE when I tried ti delete a typo. NUUUUUU!(My heart is crying so hard right now on the inside...)

My message is basically that I won't be updating because I'm off to seattle and stuff, don't wanna type it all out (still crying on the inside...I was writing pretty funny today, too)

Be nice to stewards because they are AWESOME

ToeHeads

So I learned for the first time today what a toehead was.

Okay, so it's actually spelled "towhead", but when I first heard the word, it was spelled "toehead". I couldn't understand how it corresponded but decided not to question the matter because English is a funky language in all aspects.

If you didn't know already, you now know that a towhead is a child with bleach-blond hair. Like those super-blond kids. Though a lot of them grow out of it (meaning that towheads grow up to have darker hair, like brown or "dark/dirty blond".

Speaking of spelling, is it "blond" or "blonde"? Mozilla recognizes blond, but I've always learned it blonde, so I'm confused...

Pinky Swear!

Well, no, this post really has nothing to do with promises or keeping secrets. It's just that I can't pinky swear with anyone right now; I cut both little fingers in the dangerous job of shuttle driving within the past week.

First was my right hand, caught on the window lever next to the driver's seat. I'm pretty sure I've left my blood mark on that lever...ha...ha...

I didn't really tell any supervisors at Shuttle Operations about the first cut because I was in the bus by myself so I just got out the First Aid kit in the bus and found a band-aid.

The second cut occurred today when we were practicing cranking the manual lift. When the electric system for the wheelchair lift fails, we have to crank it by hand. Well, my left hand pulled a little too hard and the crank handle slipped out of the ball and socket joint. I'm not even sure exactly what I cut my finger on, but it was something inside the engine.

This time, the first aid kit didn't have any small band-aids; they only had giant gauze and pads that would've swallowed up my hand. I had to wait until I got back to the office to ask for a band-aid. Unfortunately, I didn't know that every time I injured myself on the job I had to fill out paperwork in case I ever got infected or needed to amputate the finger or something.

It was only two pages of paperwork, but still, I swear I have a bigger chance of getting ANOTHER injury in the form of a papercut with those papers than I do of ever needing my finger amputated. I wonder if I'd need to fill out additional paperwork if I DID get a papercut. Hm.

Well, policy is policy I suppose.

Path of Meaning

What is something brilliant? How would one go about conjuring it? I seem to find no inspiration for my work anymore, despite the fact that the signs seem to be telling me to GET A MOVE ON!

I think there is a lack of faith and patience, mostly on my part. I've lost sight of my incentives. It's the difference between a meaningful life and a happy one, I suppose (which I was reminded of when watching Heroes with my apartment-mate the other day). I've always followed the path of meaning, but I am constantly drawn into the latter path--living constantly in the present, and thus a happy one.

But the moment I remember my aspirations, the heaviness sinks in, and I consequently remember my desire for a meaning. No one else seems to be having the problem as deeply (though I'm sure that it's only a matter of everyone being able to hide or postpone it as well as I can, or even better).

I wish I am a funny person. Unfortunately, only other people can bring humor into my life.

Antsy

Someone's got an ant problem, and it's spreading to my apartment. -_-

I didn't know that ants were so sensitive about their dead, though. I've been watching one particular ant crawling back and forth across the rail of my closet door. I killed a few of its cousins there, so I think its looking for the bodies (I washed them down the sink, though. Dead ants stick to fingers.)

It's still walking back and forth across the same area, a single ant, like it's pacing. I wonder if I let it live, will it go back to the colony and tell them that the bodies were irrecoverable? If so, would they stop returning? Because I feel really bad that I have to kill them constantly.

It's like they only come one at a time, so I have to kill them one at a time, only now they only come to the same spot (which is how I deduced that they were searching for their missing brethren).

Oh well, that's my interesting observation for the day. As I finish up this post, the single ant I've left alive trails away...

Comikku

Friggin' exclusive comics in the United States. No wonder they are not popular at all. -_-

So I was trying to find a copy of the X-men/Runaways crossover issue from Free Comics Day (back in 2006) but I couldn't find it ANYWHERE. I mean, come ON, they were handing them out and I can't even see it!?

I did find an online copy off the Marvel website, but 1) their online reader sucks. They should learn from manga reading sites. 2) I have to pay $60, SIXTY DOLLARS, to view it after its 4-page preview.

The comic itself is 12 pages long. I am NOT paying $60 for it. That's $5 a page, if you can't do the math. All I wanted was to see Shadowcat of the X-men (my favorite Marvel character, by the way) talk with Gert Yorke of the Runaways.

*sigh* The art style wasn't even to my preference. Oh well. Maybe I'll catch a glimpse of it if I ever dare step into an American comic book store (which I haven't done in about...four years now?)

That's my rant of the day. Oh, and as an afterthought: I passed my driving test! I am now entitled to a Class B license with Passenger Endorsement, which means I can drive buses and small trucks, and have people aboard. :)

Incepting Movie Calls

I've been so busy dreaming...of Inception! (just kidding.) Sorry about the couple of days I stopped posting.

Watched Christopher Nolan's Inception today. Was spectacular. Loved all the actors in it (DiCaprio, Page, Watanabe, and all). I didn't think it was very hard to understand, but then again, I think about this kind of thing all the time so I'm used to it, I suppose.

What I want to focus on today, however, is this:

Boy 1: Very smart, natural leader, in need of a father figure
Male, African American, must play 16-18
Must be at least 16 by January 2011

Boy 2: A rebel, ignores rules and authority, wounded inside
Male, must play 16-18
Must be at least 16 by January 2011

Girl 1: Uniquely beautiful, nurturing but guarded
Female, must play 16-18
Must be at least 16 by January 2011

Girl 2: Chubby oddball, smart and verbal
Female, must play 16-18
Must be at least 16 by January 2011

Girl 3: Conventionally beautiful, with an unchecked ego
Female, must play 15-18
Must be at least 16 by January 2011

Girl 4: An innocent, wide-eyed and overprotected
Female, must play 8-10
Must be at least 9 by January 2011

This is an open casting call for an ensemble of teenagers. Anyone notice the bias here? It's for a movie based on a Marvel comic called "Runaways". There are a couple of things wrong with this casting. Spotted them?

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Here are the basics.

1) Notice only one of them has a racial specification. Already, it's iffy that Caucasian parts aren't specified while others need to be. Caucasians have cultural and historic backgrounds, too...OR SO YOU THINK THAT'S MY POINT. Nope, I could care less if parts were specified, if they were meant for everyone. What's NOT okay is that one part is specified for an African American, but the part (one of the girls) that is SPECIFICALLY Japanese American is NOT mentioned at ALL. What the hell? So again, Asians are replaceable by anyone else? Are we that insignificant?

2) Notice, that all the boys are based more on personality, and the girls are mostly based on looks. Double-standard much?

So that's my couple of WTHs about this casting call. Nevertheless, if you're an actor or actress, apply and have fun. Ciao!

Revolutionary Road

In the words of my friend, I "finally watched Revolutionary Road" today.

Depressing stuff, but captivating and fast-paced for such a genre. Kate Winslet and Leo DiCaprio were great as usual; both of them aggravated me so much about their incessant necessity for superiority and their stubborn, attention-seeking yelling that it demonstrated the struggles of trapped human beings so well.

Throw in supporting cast members that were such good foil to the main characters, they complimented them all so well.

Not a movie that I'd watch again (I never like to watch these types of movies for a second time) but definitely a movie to see.

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What a great movie to watch for a sleepover, though...