Something that’s rather hilarious about Bush (besides his Republican antics tonight at the State of the Union) is what he referred to John Walker Lindh’s home county as. A hot-tub lifestyle. Now I shouldn’t be one to make a rebuttal, since coincidentally there are hot tubs at both of my houses, but being from Marin as Lindh is (and having his next door neighbor as my sister’s babysitter), I must say… Georgie-boy, not even the one Republican student’s family at my school will vote for you again. It’s not like you’ve ever had us, but you sure have lost Marin.

Of course, the press is elaborating on Bush’s comments on “Mare Inn,” as he pronounces it. I called Marin this as just a joke, but now real reporters are calling Marin’s liberal atmosphere an “ideal breeding ground for terrorists.” My rather BAD local newspaper, the Marin Independent Journal, has devoted almost its whole editorial section now to viewpoints about how much Bush sucks.

My own personal opinion about Bush and his comments is that any unlearned person would say something like that… so it’s not ONLY his fault. He is learning some things during his term as president. Like how to make really great pauses for applause in front of all of the representatives of the whole United States. And how to not expect Democrats to applaud while boasting about himself. And to treat “evil” as if it weren’t a religious term.

Well then, it’s time to take a shower and “go to bed.”

I love Blogger. It’s so freaking reliable. I love, love, love Blogger. I don’t love anyone in real life, though. No one. I don’t hate anyone either though.

I added a MIDI that I made a while back: The Scheme. It’s catchy… I think. I love MIDIs. They’re so freaking vintage. I love, love, love MIDIs.

I have two of the coolest scabs on my right hand right now. Here’s the story behind them:

In Chemistry, my teacher was “teaching us the properties of ceramics and plastics” by letting us burn glass all period. So he gave each of us a long glass pipe and set us up at some butane torches, and let us bend, blow, and twist glass. By the end of the period, there were pieces of glass all over the lab tables – leftover pieces that nobody had used… or so I thought. I was running out of pieces of glass and all, so I started using those spare ones left on the table. One, though, somebody HAD used. And they had used it recently. So I picked it up, gave myself two giant callouses on my middle finger and thumb, and, uh, put it back down.

They healed in really cool ways, though. The dead skin of the callouses peeled off and now I’ve got two really cool looking scabs. Scabs are cool! Yay for scabs! Um… hemophiliacs are very unlucky. Ha. I wonder if I’ll go to hell if I keep talking about scabs. Well it doesn’t matter since I’m JEWISH!

Furthermore, I moved into the Tenor section in choir, moving me one notch up on the Kinsey scale. It’s easier on my voice, though, since I’m comfortable with singing falsetto. Heheh. Next off, I might try to get into the Alto section. Hey, there’s a boy there! …At least I think he’s a boy…

Although I may be even less focused than I was yesterday, I’m in a good mood. Especially because this kid in my math class, Dan Birch, can take a joke or two.

I’m blogging fron school, you see, so since everyone is around me right now I won’t post such a dramatic message as I did yesterday. (See, I told you, now I think that my depressed blog yesterday was stupid. Blargh.)

Paul, a constantly referenced guy on the Midgar Swamp, just loves to annoy him. Unbeknownst to Paul that the Swamp is pretty much dead except for the blog section, he enjoys reading sections out loud, like “Pikachu Meets Weapon,” and “Cloud and Me” (a yaoi fic from the perspective of Barret). Just kidding, we took THOSE off.

I’m getting into Al Bhed, the fictional language from Final Fantasy X. It’s FUN! I’ve been using translation programs to translate my name “Zavvnao Vytah” and such… there’s even one for the Palm Pilot. Look for them on GameFAQs.

This afternoon has been slow and depressing. All of it was spent in front of the computer, as I attempted to get work done. It gets worse and worse every time I get on the computer… the more and more I try to do work, the more and more distractions there are. And finally when it comes to doing work, I decide to take a break. And then the cycle repeats. I say to myself, “okay, I’ll do some homework off of the computer!” and I end up falling asleep. And no, it’s not just because I’m reading The Scarlet Letter, I even fall asleep while reading something easy, like Harry Potter.

Also, my sister is a big problem… I’m the most educated in math at my mom’s house, although that’s not saying much. So here’s my sister’s dilemma… she claims she gets homework that asks questions about things that she hasn’t learned in class. She goes off on a bitch-fest every time I assume this, but I think that the real problem is that she’s just not listening in class. Especially since her homework asks similar questions each night. Since I’m all for truth and justice, I moan and whine almost as much as she does when it comes to helping her, since I think she should find the answers herself, by 1) thinking, 2) reading the math book, or 3) looking at previous math assignments. She’s too lazy and wants me to do the work for her. And when I still decline, she cries. Well, that’s the downside to being a 6th-grade yuppie.

I’m taking advantage of what I refer to as my “new free time,” though. Since I’m not drawing Midgard anymore, that leads me to believe that I’ve got all the free time in the world, so I’ve accepted every MIDI request yet, and I’ve also agreed to draw (!) an upcoming comic for Bob. So not only will I be doing the same stuff as before, but I’ll be more stressed because of all of the stuff on my “To Do” list. (For all of you reading this, don’t withdraw your requests in sympathy… despite my current stress level, I am eager to get all of these projects underway.)

Another giant leap I’ll make is to reveal my desire for a girlfriend. I’m lonely. But even more so, I’m shy. To cover up the fact that I’m shy, I don’t pay much attention or respect to people of the opposite gender. I don’t comb my hair, I don’t take showers or put on deodorant in the morning (BTW: for all of you locals reading this, don’t do some stupid “backing away” procedure the next time you see me… it’s really insulting), and I act like a total fool just to slightly amuse my good friends, at the expense of the general public’s respect for me. The only good part about it is that I’m not emotionally in need of a girlfriend. I mean, I just said that I act foolish at school, right? Well, that’s pretty much unconcious. Although it still shows I’m shy with girls, It’s also a sign of being emotionally stable, isn’t it?

I really wish that I didn’t act so different around people I find possible as girlfriends. I stutter, I don’t have anything interesting to say like I normally do, and I’m overall boring. But to people of the opposite sex that I just see as friends, I treat them as, well, friends! Ugh. This is just another thing that I have to stop blaming others about, and work on myself, instead. I blame “society” and too many other factors on my problems. I don’t do enough about them. And even stating what I don’t do isn’t going to get me to work on doing them, either. It’s just going to be a slow process of self-help.

Ah… it feels good to actually make a serious blog for once, that shows actual emotion and doesn’t use any of my dopey humor cliches to get a rise out of my readers. I refrain from just ranting most of the time since I don’t want to be told to “feel happier and better,” like I do to many people who have dilemmas more often. It’s just insecurity about voicing my own feelings. And the worst part: when I’m feeling lighter and more jolly later, I’ll look at posts like these and tell myself that I complain too much about the little things. Well, that’s what personal sites are for, aren’t they.

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I can drive now and it’s fun yay. I was so happy that on the ride home I forgot to brake soon enough and the person behind me spun out as my dad’s Lexus I was driving came to an abrupt stop. That was cool.

Well, my second semester starts tomorrow, so I’d better… uh… brace myself and such. Must go back to making MIDIs! :)

I just finished reading a New York Times article I saved from Sunday. It was titled “Anime, Japanese Cinema’s Second Golden Age,” written by Dave Kehr. It commemorated the release of “Metropolis,” a new movie based on a 1949 Osamu Tezuka anime. I though the article was very well researched, as it pretty much recapped the entire history of anime. You can read the article here, after you sign up for free. The article even mentions La Blue Girl… hehehe.

Anyway, I’ve decided to become a freelance MIDI composer, full-time. (That is, full-FREE-time.) That means I’m open for MIDI composing and sequencing requests. Fun, fun, fun.

One last thing – I’m taking my driving test today. I feel confident – I’ve even been practicing parallel parking a lot in the past week – so I’ll probably get my liscence today!

Hmm. I just woke up, so as you can see, I’m not making any elaborate rants right now. I think I’ll go work on some MIDIs…

It’s time for the BLOG OF THE CENTURY!!!

Actually, first, you might want to download this load of goodness. It’s about the best animation I’ve ever seen, on the opposite end of the scale of Final Fantasy. You’ll see what I mean. And even more amazingly, it was recommended by an RPG World forum member. About the only good thing I ever got out of that place. In fact, I’m watching it as I blog.

Finals are over. This is a good and bad thing. The bad part: I can’t give an excuse that I’m too busy with activities and can’t do anything extracurricular. The good part: Heheheh. I have nothing at all to do. A nice, 5-day long weekend to do some major vegging.

Major vegging, like sittting back and having the leather couch fuse to my sweaty back as I finish up Final Fantasy X. That’s about all the news from my dad’s house, since that’s all I do there.

At my mom’s house, I’ve been taking full advantage of her new DSL line. For some odd reason, she doesn’t take her laptop to work. Instead, she hauls her NT workstation to and from work almost every day. And she works in Menlo Park, almost across the SF Bay. But she lets me use her laptop now, so I’ve been downloading muchos songs. Mostly by Ayumi Hamasaki, the woman who sings the music in that clip I HELLA RECOMMENDED. She was recommended by our new Japanese roomate.

Ah, forgot to mention that. My mom often has exchange students stay at her house for some extra dough, most of which are Japanese. So we’ve got Miwako Mori, a girl in her early 20’s who’s taking some classes at our local community college. She’s suspiciously quiet during the day, though, since she stays in her room (which she stinks up since she smokes (outside, but still her clothes and other things stink up the room (correction: MY room, which I often surrender for roommates (fortunately, I get to stay in the computer room)))) all day and only comes out for meals. Eh, don’t want to be nosey.

She has agreed, though, to aid me in my Japanese study. And she did show interest in my growing collection of anime titles, my Final Fantasy media and paraphernalia collection, and THE LINK WHICH WILL EAT YOU NOW CLICK HERE. I expect to make friends with her once she discovers she’s not banished from the rest of the house outside her room.

Ah, there is ONE factor which dares to impede in my 5 days of bliss: new friends. Throughout the past month, I’ve had a group in my choir class come over to my house to practice a song (which I composed). I ended up making really good friends with a few of them, and so we’re going to go see a movie on Sunday. Orange County. I just love telling people that Colin Hanks is Tom Hanks’ son. I don’t know why.

Well, I think I’ll go watch the video a few more times and then go work on my COMIC OH FUCKING NO HOLY HELL GOD NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!