code name: funnyfurby11

henceforth, this internet account will consist of millions of haikus. interpret at will: academic posturing, feudal japan fetish, intense love for syllables. i call it the greatest challenge of all my days, and truly believe that my success at this experiment (i call it Project: haikus will rule world/persistant legacy oh!/forget-about-it) will shape my future achievements and self-esteem. bear with me-- this might hurt at first.

least amount input
shower in the afternoon
the highest output

devin's back on board
in her house, she killed the mice
friendship is revoked

luke skywalker lives
laughs "what is that freaky thing?"
mysterious keys

'bye february
piano-playing ferret
must yield to the spring

not just for people with nothing captivating to say

usually i hate this kind of crap, but really, data analysis is damn sexy.

iTunes survey

Body: how many songs?
4073 songs, 11:00:17:45 time, 16.40 GB

sort by song title
first: "*******" - Jets to Brazil
last: "Zombie Zoo" - Tom Petty

sort by time
first: 0:08, intro stuff from African Ensemble
last: 54:59, "Poetry is for Fairies Side A" - Saul Williams + others

sort by album
first: "...And Out Come the Wolves" - Rancid
last: "You're a Woman, I'm a Machine" - Death From Above 1979

sort by artist
first: 2pac
last: Zwan

top 10 most played songs
1. "Just Can't Get Enough" - Depeche Mode
2. "Reel Around the Fountain" - The Smiths
3. "Unsubstantiated Rumors" - Against Me!
4. "If He Tries Anything" - Ani Difranco
5. "Keep Ya Head Up" - 2pac
6. "Just a Simple Plan" - Piebald
7. "Mr. Tambourine Man" - Bob Dylan
8. "Response to Griot" - Defiance, Ohio
9. "A Case of You" - Joni Mitchell
10. "Lionness" - Songs: Ohia

find "sex," how many songs show up? 34
find "death," how many songs show up? 50
find "love," how many songs show up? 443
find "gay," how many songs show up? 3

kit-kat battery pack

so for religious studies we read some of the Mother Ten stories from Hinduism. one is called "The Sword-Husband". this girl marries a sword! crazy! but luckily, Mother Ten hides a husband for her in the innermost of 7 chambers. i wrote a tamil game song about this topic. sometimes, this class is brilliant. other times i feel like i am in a real new-agey religious support group.

AHH all the responses i'm getting about l'Afrique make me want to go NOW NOW NOW. it is so cool what people have told me and how willing they are to help. lots of neat stories. my parents will (maybe?) relinquish their grasp on my LIfe.

ok, i'm psyched/stressed about roks. heavier on the psyched side. there will be fun! and a new scenery! as much as i enjoy not paying for gas and the like, colorado definitely can feel isolated. a car may do me well next year.

"if you wanna make a run for it, i'd cover up for you."

friendship bracelets are a forgotten art, even by me. it was a big deal for me last year. i will start again.

my brain needs to figure this summer out n-o-w or i will be working in the consumer lending department with the thirtyorfortysomethings ALL SUMMER talking about their kids and stumbling through a 40hour work week in a lovely cubicle paradise. bland bland bland. i'm too young for that! if i am doing that and making the cash, i want it to be because i'm in major debt cause i did something totally SWEET that was totally worth it.

actual question leveled at a group of which i was a part: "hey, would you guys ever date a whale?"

LE CINEMA
i like to see movies by myself. this was not always true. in high school i did not like to do anything by myself. i'm glad that grew out of me. the reason for the solitude i think is reflection. usually the movies i see by myself deserve at least a 15 minute walk/ride home, in silence, to do their thing in my head, sort themselves out, stay awhile. that's harder when you have to make at least small talk walking out of a theater. anyway, it's more than impossible (for me at least) to come up with insightful comments within minutes of finishing a film. it's like writing about a war while it's still happening around you. you can be precise affecting and interesting, but you don't get the whole picture til it's over. hindsight and all that. contextualization-- how's that for a word? anyway. today i saw Hotel Rwanda. much different from the documentary i watched in my psci class. obviously. one thing that matched up almost perfectly, motion for motion, and made me feel worse than anything else ever before both times, was when the europeans and americans came to get all the white people out of the country, but the rwandans thought they were there to help and begged, literally begged, them to stay. how they could have left with all those eyes at their backs i do not know and cannot fathom.

LES EMISSIONS
iron chef america is at least 5 giant steps down from the original. what were they thinking, doing this? they have actual food amateurs as judges, instead of like actresses and columnists. i swear, morimoto will die with kitchen stadium. he will never lose, just continue kicking ass and speaking japanese and cooking weird shit with secret ingredients until he's too old to really cook-- just gives orders to tons of small japanese assisstants, wins his last battle against his greatest culinary nemesis, and dies victoriously. they will make a monument to him that symbolizes his time with the show, and includes the most popular secret ingredients: variations on the theme of seafood and mushrooms.

LA MUSIQUE
gwar is coming to my life tuesday. i know nothing of what this means for me, except litres upon litres of blood. i will wear white and it will be a spectacle to behold. i forget who's opening but the names are equally appalling/appealing. i'm sick of a lot of what i've been listening to. it's mix time.

keep it down in there!!

okay so i might not give a shit about cars, and sometimes i feel like people enjoy computers in the same fashion that they enjoy cars, although it's an entirely different audience. anyway. this is absolutely without a doubt the most BEAUTIFUL computer in all of humankind's history, thanks to Team Rude, most notably s-ea-n. it has chess on it. i blow at chess.

agh and i know he says it's totally not the same, not even close to the same thing, but it feels the same to me. so. that's where that stands. i just definitely don't think.

so linz and i were supposed to live together next year, which would have been excellent because our interests converge at many more levels than with my current roommates. i would have been able to help decorate, play whatever music i wanted without it being changed to phish or ludacris, and leave my crap in the living room without feeling guilty. plus i'd be able to get a cat or bird or some sort of living creature. BUT she needs to "talk to me" about the fact that i want to study abroad. because she doesn't want me to sublet to a stranger. i get it and really, i'd compromise a lot of stuff, and have and do, for a decent living situation, but this has already been pushed back for aiesec stuff. i'm going, and i don't care if no one wants me to. and if that means i will live alone first semester, oh well. no big deal. i do not know why that makes me so angry, but it does. i mean, she has a right to not want to live with a stranger. but i won't make this concession anymore. so off i go.

it is time for a break. spriiiing break montreal! and perhapspossibly ny, but we say it all the time and do it never.

yeah, they seem to be really passionate

okay.

so.

hello life.
trifle.
stilfle.
gifle (except that's french and doesn't rhyme if pronounced correctly).
agatha christie is excellent. the brain. the irony. the murder. the cultural stereotypes.

banister is now officially reattached to the wall.
body is now officially ignoring my alarm. (wants me to fail? eh?)

people who are going crazy: everyone around me.
or maybe just me.

lots lots lots lots of good songs in my realm lately.

OH MAN! so there's this sweet as camera that i reaaaally want to get. 8 lenses at 2 second intervals? aie! in the words of uncle jesse, "have mercy"

it's in the works.

ambassadork

there was a diatribe about friday in my head and in my "save as draft" folder on this thing, but it will stay there because it didn't deserve the face time it got or the brain time it's gotten from me. one sign of weakness and i've hit the road, out the door, even on myself. something to work on. chinese new year's resolution? my cab driver was moroccan. i said one thing he agreed with heartily, and i believe it concerned us foreign policy.

all my friends from ohio became jesus freaks after i moved.

cosmic bowling is less fun than it sounds -- lazertag is more fun than it sounds.

spellbound was as great as i'd anticipated.

hearts

i do not know how or why americans have found room in their hearts for:
velour
neon windbreakers
carrot top
aquafina bottled waters
reality television
dogs that hang out in purses
etc.

but not:
fannypacks
french rap
chicken finger pizza
etc.

new members are sa-weet. denver for tonight, then i will sleep until i die. and am reborn, and know the self, therefore fulfilling my dharma and reaching liberation. i think that's how it goes. and then of course, with the heads exploding and the wartime council and the boy who really is brilliant who knows everything and the girl with the guru and the moon space and the massive amounts of drugs which caused her third eye to stick open. "and then, finally, i was alone in my body"

buying a french dictionary = the BEST decision of my life. totally engrossing. i'm embarrassed that i wasted so much time in the painful abyss of limited vocabulaire.

turns out i can do both.

RIP Facial Piercing and Curling Iron (thanksging - recently)

FUCK. dev called today, bearing horrific news. our mice died, "in the worst way possible". (this is a direct quote, and i agree).... one of them ATE the other one. well not entirely, but he chewed his jaw off i guess, and really, that's enough to constitute "eating". disgusting. i can't believe we raised such a monster. so she gave the bad (misunderstood? lonely? confused?) one away because she didn't want to be near it, and brian put the one who'd been attacked out of its misery somehow. i did not know mice were carnivores, much less cannibals. ugh. oh man. this is bad. if i'd seen it, i would have thrown up. in their habitat. one ironic thing is that she had put all these pictures of her and me doing various crap around their living space so they could look at us all the time, and this crazy terrible unfathomable event occured the day right after she took all our pictures off their thing. compute that.

but honestly, gross. i will have nightmares. i'm sorry, mouse, whichever one was the victim. i hope you had an ok life and it was fun playing with you.

all the good french verbs start with "gr-"

so vh1, thanks a bunch for my new pop culture vice (which will probably last somewhere around 4 days) -- the biggie/tupac controversy. east coast vs. west coast. and other rappers have similar rivalries. crazy. i was never really into that music, but the story behind it makes me want to like go undercover or something to see what it's really like. kind of like my short-lived obsession with the order of the skull and bones at yale.

a good alternate ending to house of flying daggers would have been jin and mei going to america and seeing mount rushmore. i think i'd like to see mount rushmore. the idea of it seems so... unattainable? where is it even? it doesn't seem like it really exists, and i know no one who's ever seen it. obviously, it's a ruse.

speaking of nancy drew, she's great
speaking of great, skype is really funny
speaking of funny, my sister used to listen to the song "i think my dad's gone crazy" by eminem a lot
speaking of my sister. haven't talked to her in awhile.

prove it!

make me go "you know, i never heard it put that way"

i was thinking and this isn't as much of a revelation as i may lead myself to believe, but i am supremely interested in the makeup of a language, the cultural nuances, the origin and precision of the usage of words, and all the rest. that's why the subjects i've been consistently good at in school are french and english, and it is not why i'm majoring in ia. in fact, i find the ambivalence of political language frustrating and much prefer the words and phrases used in the natural sciences, but hate the actual study of scientific matter. why settle for "weird" "cool" "fun" "interesting" when there are so many more lyrical/precise words out there? that's what simultaneously fascinates and frustrates me about studying foreign languages. i love learning new words, and am especially drawn to proverbs and things of that nature. lack of precision equals frustration. in french german english whatever. causes the deficit in expression relative to me to him her it etc. can't do it in everyday conversation, but i guarantee i'll find the exact right words 30 or 300 minutes later. this is what i've found in exchanges with matt monika steve rick, what i value in our exchanges, written or oral. take what i say offhand and go with it, make it into something worthwhile. this is what i lack in exchanges with most other people. lack of ability to explain the things i say, yet the feeling that i must. or else. why bother? it's why i'm uncomfortable with trite poetry, speak in stilted and awkward phrases, and enjoy games like scrabble, or diagramming sentences. it's like a puzzle! because english is so flexible, so malleable, so usable. because slang is so indicative of culture. it explains why one of my favorite words of all the words there ever were is

there
their
they're

although i enjoy the highest amount of pretension in language, what i really admire is people who can use simple, everyday words to make something more real, more relateable than it was before.

are we working to live and die in american cities?

dilemma:

boa meeting
or
GWAR

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praise for GWAR:
mike: yes! one of my like goals is going to be realized
lauren: which?
mike: me and greg and going to see gwar
mike: finally
lauren: i might go see them tooo!
mike: do it!
lauren: well it's kind of expensive
mike: but i mean its got to be expensive, they need to get all the blood and ooze
mike: i seriously hope i get shot directly in the gut by the gun of blood
mike: or they impregnate me with the gun of blood
mike: either way im walkin out of there a satisfied customer

praise for BOA meeting:
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