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One of my cousins just got charged with Murder in the First Degree. He and two of his friends. The victim was shot five times in the middle of Columbus, OH in a park.

Looks like he did it, too; the police apparently already have the murder weapons.

http://www.10tv.com/live/content/local/stories/2008/06/13/homicide.html?sid=102

Miguel Gilbert is my cousin.

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What was previously known about my mother:
- Grandfather was a philanderer with many women in his life
- Grandmother left Mother on Grandfather's doorstep in the snow, three days after she was born. Grandfather did not find her until about 8 hours later.
- Grandfather raised her (along with many other of his children) and he doted on her to make up for Grandmother being "dead".
- Mother was spoiled and very intelligent. She deeply loved Grandfather.
- Around the time Mother was a teenager or barely post-adolescent, she found out Grandmother was alive.
- Despite the horrible person that Grandmother was, she resented my Grandfather and shunned him for years. She failed out of college to spite him.
- For all her faults, Mother is inherently tender with young children, and doesn't act like someone raised by a single dad.

This never really added up in my head, to be honest.

What I found out yesterday:
- Grandfather didn't raise Mother alone. A 'Housekeeper' my mother had mentioned in passing before was really a surrogate mother that Grandfather had hired to help raise Mother since he had to work so many long hours. They were very close.

When Grandmother walked back into Mother's life, this housekeeper was released to reduce conflict. The last time Mother ever saw her, she told her, "It's better that I leave. But no matter what happens, I will always love you."

Despite all my mother's efforts, she never was able to find the woman again. She might have moved to Japan with a cousin, but Mother couldn't track her down. By the time Grandfather and Mother reconciled, he had long lost contact with that woman - and now he is dead. She almost certainly is.

For all the grief she gives me... God.

She harps on "blood is thicker than water" and why? Because for what happened to her to have been worth it at any level, it -has- to be true.

And the reason she didn't commit suicide was truly because she was more worried about what would happen to us without a mother than what would happen to her...

Before she got Christ-crazy, she really didn't have anything to live for besides that...
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In 15 hours, I'll have graduated.

Good riddance to school.
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I been readin' for an hour
Just talkin' to the page
I'm goin' crazy
And I don't know my way

Just give me one good reason
Tell me what to say
I don't want to waste another moment
Being scared of the next day

I'm hearing...: A certain song by a certain Michelle Branch

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I think what I hate most is that two of the four people who unconditionally love me, I don't love.

I'm hearing...: The All-American Rejects - Move Along

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"I'm stuck in the Sewers still." Tyler sighed and leaned up against the brown vinyl seat. I shifted my body to match his. I liked keeping his head between me and bus aisle. It limited the amount of people that could see me.

"Okay, that's no problem. I had trouble on that level. What you do is look for the flying buttre-"

He sniggered. Fifth graders do that sort of thing.

"Buttresses," I repeated. It wasn't a funny word. "And then you hop along them until you reach a warp pipe out. Try to look for the not-obvious paths. Best thing I can tell you."

"Okay, okay. Any tips for the boss?"

"Try to hit level 8 with Mario and get Super Jump before fighting him. It helps a lot."

"Okay."

I glanced out the windows. We were rolling down the hill to the 'hidden village'. Only a few minutes left. I turned back to him.

"Think you can have it done by Friday? I really miss that game. Isn't it super awesome?"

"Yeah, it is! It's so funny!" He stuck his hands on his hips and started speaking nasally. "Hey Mario, there's a great invention some people use, it's called a 'door'! You might want to try it sometime!"

We both laughed at the quote. In retrospect, it's not really that funny. But we were fifth graders. That's what fifth graders do.

Steam hissed from the door up ahead and I gulped. We were home, and Jesus had the rest of the hour to save my ass from the most terrifying force in the world.

"Last stop, everyone out!" Miss Jennie yelled from the front of the bus. I slid my backpack on and got up.

"So, see ya tomorrow?" Tyler asked.

"...I hope so..." I murmured, and shuffled down the aisle, then stepped out onto pavement.

One hour.

No, three minutes. I could see my home from there - and, horror of horrors, a small green sedan sat before our beige townhouse. She was already home.

I fumbled for the brass key hanging around my neck. It hung on a maroon lanyard, emblazoned with the Virginia Tech logo. My sister had given it to me last time she was home. As I gripped the key tight, I prayed that somehow, Hana would help me. Priests held their crosses like this when they needed strength; I'd seen it in all my dad's old war movies. And I knew that my keys wouldn't save me, but I hoped that I could at least have the courage that Little Nemo had when he faced the King of Nightmares.

I adjusted my backpack and stepped forward. It would be alright. My grades were good enough, and I knew I'd tried, and that was all Mother asked of me.

But had I really tried hard enough? Okay, so I didn't study in advance sometimes. But I still mostly tried. And she was my mother. God would protect me. Not that there was anything to protect against. Mother.
Confidently, I strode up the porch steps, lifted my key up to the door knob and jabbed it in. A quick turn to the right and a shoulder shove and I was in.

"Umma! Daddy! I'm home!" My voice echoed through the empty white house. It was dark; the lights were off and the upstairs blinds were closed.

"Hello Chris!" my dad responded through closed doors. He was in his den, writing up another resumé storm. No sign of Mother. I sighed in relief. Dad didn't really care either way, so I was safe.

"Hi sweetie!" Mother's voice attacked from the right and I leaped back as she came out of the foyer restroom, her hair tied back and her sleeves rolled up. Cleaning the house again. "How was school?"

"Hi Umma. It was okay." I smiled, showed no fear or weakness. Maybe she had forgotten it was-

"Did your interim come today?"

"N-no." Why did I lie? Oh God, why did I lie?

Her eyes pierced through me, her irises the color of a gavel. Wordlessly, she grabbed my hand and dragged me up the steps. At some point I think I tried to slip my backpack off. No chance.




Before I knew it, I was kneeling before her on the white carpet, my hands at my side, my head drooping down. Between us was a ruler-sized slab of jet-black, shiny plastic, chipped on one end. She held the white paper in her hands.

"Language Arts, 'B'. Mathematics, 'B+'. Social Science, 'B+'. Science, 'A'. Physical Education, 'A'. Music, 'A'. Art, 'A'. Chris? Look at me."

She pushed my head up by the chin. I held back a sniffle.

"I thought you say you going bring up you grades this time."

"I'm s-sorry, Umma, I'm trying!"

"This more Bs than last time, Chris!"

"S-so? I have four As and three Bs! That's an A average!"

She snorted. "PE, Music, Art - good, but don't matter. How you going to handle college, Chris? You are twice smart as you sister, but lazy!"

I shook my head. "Th-that's not true! Hana's really smart too! Stop saying that!"

"How you going to take care of Mommy and Daddy when we old, huh? You need good grades!"

"Hana ca-"

"Hana's a girl, you a man! Start acting like one!"

"B-but..."

"And you lie to me! What you lie for, you thief?"

"N-n-no-"

"You steal?"

"No Umma." I could barely gasp for enough air. I couldn't cry. Couldn't cry.

"You lie, you know what next? You steal, then you murder! I do not want a thief for son! Did I raise you wrong?" I couldn't believe it then, I still can't believe it now, but she started to cry here.

"N-no..."

"You ever see Mommy or Daddy or Hana lie?"

I simply shook my head. Words were failing me.

"Then where you learn it? Maybe you just bad, huh? You lie, I sew mouth shut! It hurt me when you lie! Stop lying all time!" Her lips began to quiver, and tears trickled from her face. "I gave you life, and it hurt me when you sin! You keep sinning, I kill you so you not sin! Then I kill myself! You want that?!"

"No Umma!" I couldn't help it anymore, I broke out bawling. "Don't! I don't want you to die!"

"Then why you lie all the time?!"

"I don't, I was just-"

"Stop crying! You can cry when mommy and daddy dead!"

"I'm not crying." More of a wishful mantra than a statement of truth.

She wiped her face on her sleeve and picked up the plastic slab. The Black Stick. 11 and a half-inches long. It used to be 18, Hana always told me. It'd broken on her.

"Hold out your hand."

"No Umma, not the black stick, I'm sorry I'm sorry please no!" I yelled.

"Hold out your hand!"

"No..." I whimpered. "Please..."

The stairs behind us creaked. I dimly registered my dad going downstairs. Probably for more tea.

"Chris!"

I couldn't win. Just like when Elmer always ran down the mountain from the snowball, I knew the snowball would just keep getting bigger and bigger and then hit me and I needed to stop running.

Meekly, I held up my hands, palms facing up.

"Repeat after me. And count. Fifteen."

I nodded, tearfully.

"I will not lie to my mother."

"I w-will not l-lie to my moth-"

Whack! The slab slapped against my palm. "O-one."

"No one teach me to lie, so I will not lie!"

"N-no one t-taught me how to lie, s-so I won't l-"

Whack! I whimpered out a "Two."




I don't remember everything she had me say. But she did the same thing always at the end of the ritual. With both of us sobbing and bawling, she'd take me into her arms, hug me, stroke my cheek and wipe away my tears.

"Don't cry. Mommy only wants you to cry when mommy and daddy dead. Don't cry. Don't cry."

And then she could not stop crying.

Why did I always hurt her like that?

I'm hearing...: Howard Shore - Concerning Hobbits

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Even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what's it to you
Observe the blood, the rose tattoo
Of the fingerprints on me from you

Other evidence has shown
That you and I are still alone
We skirt around the danger zone
And don't talk about it later

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every soldier passing

But the only soldier now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
That I am changing

Marlene on the wall

Well, I walk to your house in the afternoon
By the butcher shop with the sawdust strewn
"Don't give away the goods too soon"
Is what she might have told me

And I tried so hard to resist
When you held me in your handsome fist
And reminded me of the night we kissed
And of why I should be leaving

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every soldier passing

But the only soldier now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
That I am changing

Marlene on the wall

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every soldier passing

But the only soldier now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
That I am changing

Marlene on the wall

And even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what's it to you
Observe the blood, the rose tattoo
Of the fingerprints on me from you

Other evidence has shown
That you and I are still alone
We skirt around the danger zone
And don't talk about it later

And I tried so hard to resist
When you held me in your handsome fist
And reminded me of the night we kissed
And of why I should be leaving

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every man who's been here
But the only one here now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
That I am changing, changing, changing, changing, changing

Marlene watches from the wall
Her mocking smile says it all
As she records the rise and fall
Of every soldier passing

But the only soldier now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
That I am changing

Marlene on the wall
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Been working all day, and then a three hour drive home on empty highways in a cold, small car. That's not easy. At time of writing, I have been up 23 hours straight - I had to drive down this morning too. And I have a cold.

By about the two-hour mark, between "Hey There Delilah" and "The Latest Nearly Identical Single by Nickleback" my eyes were fluttering closed at 80 miles per hour.

Then something grabbed a hold of me tightly!
Rhythm like Justin, light and sprightly!
Sprung into life like a switchblade knife
Ready to roll with your new ex-wife
To the extreme I spun the wheel like a vandal
Light up the road, burn rubber like candles

Signal, pull off two lanes
Usin' my brain while I got blood in my vein
It's deadly, drivin' half-asleep
Makin' a mistake that ain't too cheap
Love it or leave it, I had to make way
Needed some shut eye, cops don't play
Gotta problem, but yo, I solved it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

GOOD NIGHT AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
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Three and a half wonderful years.

I've been awake for a while now
You make me feel like a child now
'Cause every time I see your bubbly face
I get the tinglies in a silly place

It starts in my toes
Makes me crinkle my nose
Wherever it goes
I always know
That you make me smile
Please stay for a while now
Just take your time
Wherever you go


Love you.

I'm hearing...: Colbie Caillat - Bubbly

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Girls with Slingshots

Definitely a new favorite.

I'm hearing...: Justin Timberlake - Rock Your Body

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Me circa three or four years ago:
I hate being black. I'm tired of African-Americans complaining about racism in everything. They're just far too sensitive, gosh. We're racially integrated. Get with the program.

Me today:
My god, how was I such a fscking moron?

I'm hearing...: Barenaked Ladies - Another Postcard

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His golden locks never failed to stand out. Not in this part of town, dominated by grey and brown and yet more grey.

A ragged man late in his years sitting on the corner, bandaged fingers on his banjo, tin can at his feet. He whistles cheerfully as he strums. It's a nice summer night.

The wind picked up his bangs and drew them across his eyes. Sea green eyes. Shifting, churning. Always changing... but always there. Eyes that reflected nothing but a near-empty street corner. A battered banjo had been tossed carelessly onto the sidewalk beside a fallen tin can. An empty shoe rested in the gutter next to them.

Flashes of light that aren't gunfire, that are strange and overwhelming. The man falls to the ground, limp, before he knows what's happening.

A girl's voice broke into his thoughts. "Maybe he just... went somewhere," she offered. It was a lame excuse. Heartfelt. Meant to make him feel better. But lame, and they both knew it.

Shadowy figures reaching out from the darkness, binding the man with rope. Yellow streetlight passes over their faces as they move. I see nothing.

"Yeah. He did." The boy looked up. "I'm going to find out where."

"What?"

Wordlessly, the boy walked over to the banjo and picked it up with one hand, righting the can with the other.

The banjo falls to the ground, clattering against the can and knocking it aside. The man is gone, and the dream grows darker. Fuzzier. A motor revs.

"Alexis?" she asked again.

"I am tired of this... and I am going to change it."

Her hand slipped into his and squeezed it tightly. "You're going to need help."

"So do these people."

"Tell me what you need me to do."

I'm hearing...: Zyrisk - Space Obelisk

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So I spent last night with a bunch of coworkers watching a bunch of 90's music videos and wearing funny hats.

Stop right now, thank you very much!
I need somebody with a human touch!

I'm hearing...: Spice Girls - Stop

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Was on a home-made American flag that was weathered and faded and there were red and blue streaks on the metal behind it where the dye had been beaten out of the cloth.

Still gets me.

I'm hearing...: Shawn Colvin - Sunny Came Home

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Kalen, make sure December 22 is free for you. Because I just bought us those tickets.

I'm hearing...: Lillix - What I Like About You

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Holy fuck, Sonic the Hedgehog is in Super Smash Brothers Brawl.

I'm hearing...: Alicia Keys - Fallin'

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I have a paycheck 6 weeks late/highly missing, I keep getting inexplicably locked out of my building, last session of D&D was a failure, I worked 43 hours last week, I am currently failing social psychology, my GPA is not high enough to even apply to several grad schools I am interested in (I have a 2.77), I am constantly exhausted, I got a roommate shoved on me at the last second in a small crappy room, I need new pants (but don't have the money) and I can't keep my damn car clean.

And for once, I actually miss my family.

I'm hearing...: Michelle Branch - Everywhere

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I'm hearing...: Beatdrop - Komplete Kontrol

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I was in a public bathroom when I overheard someone saying horrible things and a man screaming out in pain. I poked my head out and saw this talking baby with a gun ordering one of his manwhores to make him more money. He had two of his enforcers with him, too. Scared, but angry, I grabbed several rolls of toilet paper from the stall and launched them overhead. It worked perfectly. All three looked up to shoot the rolls, and as they did so, I rushed them, crushed the pimp's head in one hand, then proceeded to use his limp corpse to tie the enforcers to a urinal.

The dream cuts to another scene. One of my TG friends is talking to a black detective that looks suspiciously like Virgil Tibbs from the television version of In The Heat Of The Night, but with a British accent. He's here from Britain on special request of Her Majesty the Queen to find an illegal baby pimp who is the scourge of Britain's criminal underworld. Then my TG friend goes up to speak, and by speak I mean she's at a podium except she decides to strip instead of talk. Everyone is vaguely bored with this, even though she's rather good looking. The detective stares impassively.

Cut back to me running through the streets of New Orleans. I guess Criminology yesterday was stuck in my head, because that's the only reason I would be thinking about Orleans. I somehow had had time to post about how I'd killed a man in livejournal, but I'd since gone into a bar and began seeing this massive television coverage about the "New Orleans Baby Crusher." The police had a number of suspects they were bringing into questioning. Everyone thought I was a hero, but the chief of police in the United States - because there is such a thing - as portrayed by Dame Judi Dench, felt I needed to be brought to justice.

Back to my TG friend. People are wandering away disinterested. The detective sighs and looks at his cellphone; he'd been expecting something more intriguing. When he looks at his phone, however, it has a video feed of me running through Orleans, which then cuts to Queen Elizabeth II in a high-tech command center. "Detective, this man has saved the lives of Nineteen British Lords. Do not let him fall into the hands of the Americans."

The detective nods, then summons a rocket powered, motorized unicycle:
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And leaps on, rocketing into the rainy night.

Just as I'm about to be surrounded by the police, my girlfriend's mother shoots over a convenient cliff in the same type of car the MiB have and lands next to me. She proceeds to berate me, horribly, for murdering a man and thinking I could get away with it - then she says she was only kidding, winks at me, and I jump in. My girlfriend is there. We proceed to have hot sex in the backseat while her mother drives.

This all ends in a dramatic clash as I head towards the British border (?!). The British detective is there, with an entire fleet of those Buckingham Palace guards - all riding similar rocket unicycles and wielding lances. My gf's mom slams a button, ejecting us from the backseat and over the international border as the Unicycle riders charge across, striking dozens of police cruisers. A police helicopter tries to snag me in mid-air, and the Spice Girls shoot (I kid you not) fucking LASERS FROM THEIR MICROPHONES, downing the helicopter. Finally, a ridiculously large and translucent Dame Judi Dench tries to kill us with Force Lightning, but an equally large and translucent Queen Elizabeth deflects the lightning.

Then I woke up.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I'm hearing...: Aqua - We Belong to the Sea

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I am officially super-manly.

I killed something with my bicep.

I'm hearing...: JOSH - Digimon Theme (Extended)

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I hate Eczema. :(

I'm hearing...: Jessica Andrews - Helplessly, Hopelessly, Recklessly

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Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away

Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember - how the stars stole the night away, yeah yeah yeah.

Hey hey hey,
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day

Ba duda, ba duda, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda, badu
Ba duda, badu, ba duda

My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember - how we knew love was here to stay

Now December found the love that we shared in September.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember - the true love we share today


Hey hey hey
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day.......there was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days

Now our bell was ringing, aha
Our souls were singing.
Do you remember every cloudy day - yau !

There was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day.......there was a
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days

Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya - De ya...

Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya
Ba de ya de ya de ya - De ya...

I'm hearing...: Earth, Wind & Fire - September

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The Voyages of the Anteheroes will return later this week. I'll be writing a new Episode 6, since I dislike the current one.

I'm hearing...: Nelly Furtado - Fresh Off The Boat

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Sometimes I wonder if maybe I should see a doctor or something. Unless Kalen's around, it's rare that I don't have depression lurking behind every tick of the clock, just waiting for me to have a free second in which to be pounced upon. And once it has me, I have a hard time shaking it free.

I wonder if this is how life is like for everyone else. It must be, you know? It's statistically improbable that the way I view the world is totally dissimilar from the way most humans do. So I keep moving along and hoping that I'm just letting my imagination get the best of me again. But it can't be... This never really ends. I'm with friends, and in the back of my head, I know something horrible will come and swallow me, and I can finally stop this dreadful waiting.

And then there's time with Kalen... where a few moments are often enough to give me that inexplicable, warm rush of gentle fire, flooding through me and lifting me up every so slightly... And when every day is stuck on the ground, floating an inch above may as well be a mile. I... really do love her. I love you, by the way. But... I'm always concerned that my love isn't mature enough. How can it be, when I'm not strong enough to push myself out of the depressing mire that's defined my life for... gods, what is it? Ten years by now?

I don't know if I can love someone the right way if I need them around just to feel like I'm me, and not some diseased spirit anchored in a bloated body. That's always a concern for me. When we get married, I want you to be happy for the rest of a long life. And I don't know if I can be the person to make you happy if I need you just to be happy myself. I've pushed you away sometimes when I've wanted to be alone, just because... I can't handle being happy constantly. It's too... stressing for me. Not that I'm doubting the decisions we've made... No, I would never do that. I just want to do all I can to make those decisions work.

I need, I want to do something, I want to get out of the mind I'm trapped in and become something greater. For me, for her, for my family...

The future really bothers me, you know? I have no idea, not even a plan. My grades are kinda crummy, and... statistically speaking, the chances of my book ever hitting it big? Slim to none. Before, that just depressed me, but I was content to slink into a complacent doldrum where it didn't matter, nothing in my life did. But I have someone I will have to take care of and be responsible for, more importantly, be responsible with... and God/birth control forbid, maybe one day, some little ones might be dependent on me. Now that is depressing.

Heh. That was kind of cathartic.

It's 4:21 AM. Do you know where your heart is?

I'm hearing...: Lillix - What I Like About You

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I'm hearing...: Dream - He Loves U Not

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I'm hearing...: Christian Pacaud - Waking Up

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'm sitting at the front desk, filing away some paperwork when suddenly I hear a female voice shout, "OH MY GAWSH HE LOOKS ASIAN!"

I look up, and there's this petite 17 or 18 year old Korean girl pointing at me and gasping.

"...Yes, I suppose I do. That might have something to do with me being half-Asian."

"OH MY GAWSH ARE YOU REALLY HALF-ASIAN?! *squeal* Which type?"

"Um... Korean."

"That's so awesome! Can I touch your hair?!"

"Uh, wha-"

She proceeds to thrust her hand into my afro and... I don't know what she does, I have enough hair that I can't feel what people are doing in it... and she's like bubbling over. "You have incredibly awesome hair, this is so cool! So like, is your mom or dad Korean?"

"Uh... my mom."

"Cool! Me too!"

I eye her a little nervously, because there's this strange freshman feeling my afro up while she's bouncing like a basketball. She doesn't seem to notice, as she just keeps gushing on and on about how utterly awesome this is.

Suddenly, another Asian girl - this one I think Chinese - jumps out of the crowd of passing freshman and yanks away the first one by the arm.

"What the hell are you doing?! Uh, sorry... my friend is easily fascinated...."

"...I... I can see that."

"We'll be going now..." The new girl begins dragging the bizarre one away from the desk, as the latter waves frantically at me and beams, "It was nice meeting you!"

I'm hearing...: Windows Media Player

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I have now finished the last Phoenix Wright game.

...

OBJECTION!

I demand more!
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Ever since I can remember, the 'funny papers' which I have read have almost solely been populated by comics:

1) Continuing uninteresting plotlines that are spoken of more in the daily paper section, which kids are not going to hunt down to read. (Robotman, Funky Winkerbean, Dick Tracy, the daily Spider-man, Prince Valiant, Apartment whatever it is, etc)
2) Writing half-smirk jokes or leaning on tired old clichés that Friends would have been embarassed to use. Things which are almost amusing... in the context of a friend mentioning it during her day as something that happened to her. I guess. (Family Circus, Cathy, Garfield, Marmaduke)
3) Which are thinly veiled political indoctrination machines (Doonesbury, Boondocks, Mallard Fillmore, here's looking at you. And Mallard Fillmore, you're rarely even remotely funny. GTHO.) And those have rarely been the height of art, wit, or subtlety.
4) Rerun old comics way past their cultural context, prime, and author's life. (Dennis the Menace, Blondie, Peanuts, Garfield)
5) Just plain dumb. (Family Circus, Mallard Fillmore.)
6) Mallard Fillmore. (Mallard Fillmore.)
7) Decent comics (or once-great comics running out of steam) which can carry their own weight somewhat consistently, but certainly can't pull for the other four pages of crap.
8) That comic with a duck by Bruce Tinsley. (Mallard Fillmore.)

I'm hearing...: Windows Media Player

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Albus Dumbledore had one other very famous student.

Batman with time to plan.

No, seriously. Dumbledore with Hunches = Batman with Time to Plan. They make about as much sense. Only one deals in the power of love and quidditch, the other in batarangs and superstition.

They also both have birds for sidekicks.

They also both were father figures to orphans who decide to fight on the side of justice to avenge their families.

And:
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I'm hearing...: Windows Media Player

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I can't say I was terribly impressed with Harry Potter 7. Not the least of the problems: the pacing. Oh god, the pacing.

One of my suitemates turned 21 today, apparently. He has been puking in there for the last hour and a half. My god, when does it end?! I just want to take a damned shower!
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I'm hearing...: Sonorous - Protonic (Ronki Speed Mix)

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In 2006, Federal Judge Gregory Presnell from the Middle District of Florida ordered opposing sides in a lengthy court case to settle a trivial (but lengthily debated) point over the appropriate place for a deposition using the game of rock-paper-scissors. The ruling in Avista Management v. Wausau Underwriters stated:

“ Upon consideration of the Motion – the latest in a series of Gordian knots that the parties have been unable to untangle without enlisting the assistance of the federal courts – it is ORDERED that said Motion is DENIED. Instead, the Court will fashion a new form of alternative dispute resolution, to wit: at 4:00 P.M. on Friday, June 30, 2006, counsel shall convene at a neutral site agreeable to both parties. If counsel cannot agree on a neutral site, they shall meet on the front steps of the Sam M. Gibbons U.S. Courthouse, 801 North Florida Ave., Tampa, Florida 33602. Each lawyer shall be entitled to be accompanied by one paralegal who shall act as an attendant and witness. At that time and location, counsel shall engage in one (1) game of "rock, paper, scissors." The winner of this engagement shall be entitled to select the location for the 30(b)(6) deposition to be held somewhere in Hillsborough County during the period July 11-12, 2006."

I'm hearing...: Motoi Sakuraba - Lunpa and the Other Villages

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My bed is a very lonely place now.

I miss you.
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HAY HAY MOO MOO I DON'T LIKE YOUR FARMER
HAY HAY NEIGH NEIGH THINK YOU SHOULD GET A NEW ONE
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T-minus 6.25 hours 'til Kalen.

:D

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I really don't get what the internet thinks is so awesome about Bob Barker. The Price is Right is so goddamned boring.

I'm hearing...: Koji Kondo - Goron's Shrine

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EMOTIONAL SNEAK ATTACK +11d6.
Rocks fall on your heart.
You die.

I'm used to arguing with my mom and my dad an awful lot. Actually, just in general, I'm used to arguing. I don't usually make a fuss out of things, at least off the internet, but once I get started I'm hard to stop. And I've gotten long inured to my mom's guilt-trip strategy. Not that I'm immune to it, but I can see it coming and I've learned to defend against it and separate a good deal of the neurotic excess with the sincere and real problems.

But I don't argue with my sister. I just... don't. She nags, but she pretty much raised me. Don't get me wrong, it's not a respect thing, I just get along with her really well. Always depended on her, and everything. I went through a lot of effort to get the time to see her for these two very short days before she gets redeployed to Korea, and I won't see her again for a year or two.

She laid into me about something small, stupid and random yesterday. And... I dunno. Stress about everything was already at bursting for me. Money, grad school, marriage, future in-laws, parents, getting back in shape...

And I just lost it. Broke down and cried. She'd never yelled at me like that before, I can't even remember her yelling at me period. And it was over something ridiculous and she hadn't even given me the benefit of the doubt. I would normally have stuck it through and argued, but I just couldn't take any more.

We reconciled pretty fast, she realized she was being mean and apologized, but... damn. Here I was, thinking I was all grown, stoic, impenetrable; at worst, fatalistic sometimes. And I shattered like a piece of porcelain. And what pisses me off most was that I did it in front of other people, specificallyJeremy. (Her husband.) I mean, we get along great and all, and I think of him as family, but having an audience during a moment of weakness kinda pisses me off.

I'm hearing...: Brad Kane - A Whole New World

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At the risk of sounding emo, why does it always feel like nothing goes my way?

I'm hearing...: Marvin Gaye - I Heard It Through The Grapevine

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I'm hearing...: Stratovarius - Destiny

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Tales of the Abyss is the best game ever.

I'm hearing...: Metamorphosis Jazz Band - Shibakuzou Toranosuke - Swinging Zenitora

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Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Is it not a new day? Are we not men? Let us rock!

I'm hearing...: Jamie O'Neal - When I Think About Angels

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I'm in a dorm for the summer. There are a few non-students here for various non-profits and organizations centered in town as well who we have put up in Jamestown Dorm.

One of those is in my floor's communal kitchen right now, and is freaking me the fuck out. His entire body is one giant tattoo and he's sitting there in a recliner making the most weirdass noises - he sounds like a didgeridoo, very loud too, switching between high and guttural, only stopping about once every thirty seconds for a gasp of air and a swig of his drink (not sure what it was, it was really dark.) He's watching TV with the mute on and just... making noise.

I'm hearing...: Shapeshifters - Back to Basics [Radio Edit]

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So I have a post-op transsexual in my D&D group. She... passes very well, she's actually very cute, though that's irrelevant online. Not quite done though, about to take hormones.

One of my other group members doesn't know this and he keeps asking "so who are you and what are you becoming?", in reference to her character being created, but...

I'm hearing...: Shapeshifters - Back to Basics [Radio Edit]

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They have at best 1/7th of the Wikipedia articles we do. :( What do they DO with themselves?!
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I'm convinced alcohol is supposed to be a cruel joke on its consumers, and none of them get the joke.

My attempts at downing the wine were largely considered amusing to the othera of us, though. I have to admit, my body and face don't usually contort like that.
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This is fucking epic.

You must read it.

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I'm hearing...: Shoe - Classic Trainer Battle [superior mix]

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It's been about a year, and I still feel like the lowest scum on the Earth.
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