Those pointy Mexicans are at it again...

Hope you had a good 30 seconds there =]

SooooOOoOOoOoOO...

Does anybody who actually reads this like my new color scheme and layout? As you can see, the blog list and what-not have been strategically moved to the left-hand side of the page to allow for obnoxious but amusing YouTube videos that devour half the page.

*scuttles on his rolling chair towards the trash can to throw away some batteries and a receipt for the batteries and some books*

Some videos, just because I can.

Obviously, the first song is the original.

And the second song is there simply for my amusement. Although I'm not sure if it amuses me more than her loyal fans:

draco5006isdead (1 day ago)
She covered it because it was "pushed" on her by her record company. So she ain't ripping it or honouring it. simply just trying to make money. Its good. But not the best. New style and starting to look more attractive than what she before hand.

atheistunicorn (16 hours ago)
This song is terrible. The Cure (Close To Me) have ownership rights and all that and for anyone who tries to pass this off as post modernity (look it up) has clearly got something wrong with their head. This is blatant thievery and a disgrace to what current society calls 'Music'

draco5006isdead (9 hours ago)
Considering your ripping the guy who knew that but I simple was answering a wrong fact. you don't have to rip the messenger.

juggalizzle4izzle (7 hours ago)
fuck you she's hot

I wish I'd stayedd.. asleep todayyy..

Scientific conversions have got to be the most pointless thing in the world.

Question:
Convert 780 mmHg to atm.

1 atm = 760 mmHg

To perform the conversion, you divide 760 into 780.
My calculator says it's 1.026315789, but because of the rule of significant figures, this rounds off to approximately... 1.0 atm.
I decided to look further into this and it turns out that 1 atm can be any measurement of mmHg between 760 and 797. 798 mmHg converts to 1.05 atm, which would be rounded to 1.1 atm.

And I find all of this far more interesting than proving a gas law that half of the class already knows, a quarter of the class doesn't know, but will still do the experiment and continue not knowing, and that the rest of the class does not care about.

P.S. Total lives lost on Pacman due to internet lag: 1.

Exausted as well.

I thought of something, but when I actually wrote it down, it lost its significance.

I'm floating through existential despair.
I can't feel my body,
But I can't say I miss
The weight.
In a way, it's a natural relief.

Sometimes, I forget that Barrack Obama is our president. Then I go, "oh yea he's black huh?.... well this still sucks.."

I remember the first time I got full addy armour..

You know what these headphones remind me of? The headphones I used to wear in Multimedia class at John Muir, the annoying kid in that class (Kevin, I think), playing games instead of doing actual work. The teacher that got pregnant, and the five subs that let us play games, then the last sub that walked around and caught us... Good times. Well, not really, I had plenty of issues.

Proud Leech

DEVIL'S HAIRCUT!
IN MY MIND!
DEVIL'S HAIRCUT
IN MY MIND!
DEVIL'S HAIRCUT!
IN
MY
MIND!

.... *skip skip skip on my free CD player*

-never needs an iPod to be happy

Such a pretty house

I slowly rub my eyes open to an alarming scene:
My lover gone missing, unhooked from my arm.
I notice the shower running as
My mind slowly regains clarity.
Confidently, carelessly,
I waltz to the bathroom
to refresh my
morning breath,
but abruptly stop in the doorway.
I'm left awe-stricken
as you're silhouette outlines a galaxy, a
nebulous, unexplored dimension,
That is all mine.
And the sun
And the stars
And the supernovas
All whisper, "Good morning"
In unison, in a luminescent voice
that echoes between the four walls,
To their master, a soft, but unsightly ruler,
Who doesn't seem to match any species'
Description of beauty,
Much like his kingdom of
Unwanted trinkets. Only I can
See their worth.

English projects aren't good for my mental health.

All this thinking about existentialism is very, very depressing. I think I understand it too well. It resonates too well within me. It's like the answer to my prayers, and yet I'm still unsatisfied because it does nothing to help my predicament, which really isn't all too big. I'm just too scared to deal with it, so I let others decide for me. I know this is all very unhealthy but I crave it. I crave something new, something real. It's like life but without the bullshit, like just saying shit straight to your face, with no sugarcoating or false hope. No hope really. No chance of escape. *ramble ramble ramble*

So tired.. No alarms and no surprises...

Wow.. I have absolutely nothing to write about.. Inspiration struck too early (1st period) so basically I just doodled. I'd post it but I don't have a scanner. And I find it easier to write or to think or to draw when I'm troubled. Hmm maybe I'll be back later when my situation worsens...

Wonderful isn't it?

I saw Enchanted yesterday. I had forgotten how much I loathe Disney movies..