Unspecified Dramas, A Multitude of Pens, and Two Books

So yes. Much drama has happened.

I was going to post about the whole ordeal, but once again, rationality kicked in and I've decided that no, that wouldn't be such a good idea.

Damn rationality. I'm feeling quite normal today. I'm glad.

Yesterday I bought a new pencil case. Twas only then that I realized just how many pens I owned...

Behold:


So yeah! Fun!

I know I should be writing my lab report about that dissection we had... but feck it. I can do that later.

A: My new pencil case!! Yay!
B: A fancy sign pen. Tis separated from its brothers because I had to "fix" the ink...
C: Correction fluid. A must-have for every student.
D: My old skull&bones pen case. I had to replace it because it now has a hole on its side D:
E: PEEENS!! And pencils. (Btw, that grey thing at the very end, right next to the old pen case, tis a compass)
F: Letter opener. Also handy for cutting loose threads on clothes. xD
G: My school laptop. Tis much abused.
H: My old mp3-player that's been converted to a USB storage device.
I: Pencil sharpener
J: Eraser
K: Pencil leads, for my mechanical pencils.
L: An origami crane. From the time we were watching a movie in class... I got bored. I made an entire crane family. Most of it can be seen inside my old pencil case (see figure D)
M: Them post-it bookmarks.
N: My foot! In a boot! xD
O: Highlighters, again a must-have for students.
P: Ruler
Q: Cheap, broken, inkless pens. And yet I have no intention of chucking them out. Why? Cause they were broken on two separate (special) days. Hint: It involves glasses.

And because I'm weird/ wasteful, I bought another set of pens today. In my defense - it's because the majority of the pens over there are "special occasion" pens; calligraphic pens, colored pens, design, etc etc.

Here's a few of the books I have on my desk. I figure the juxtaposition of two specific books is kind of interesting. I'm letting them duke it out, you see. So far my desk hasn't exploded yet. But you never know.



Today I cleaned my room. Finally. Maybe that's why I feel a bit better.

Or maybe it has to do with me listening to Eddie Izzard the whole bloody day.

I have some musings about life that I should post here. But it doesn't really fit in here, so I'll save it for another day.

Besides, my cat is ambushing me at the moment. She's behind me now. And now she's stepping on my shoulders. Holy hell...

Ah well. I should go and write that report now.

Here's to Mr Kennedy. Now I know why the embodiment of goodness and light idolizes you so.

Forgive your enemies, but never, never forget their names.
- John F. Kennedy

Synch Yer Watches

Muscle pain, ftw. -__-

95 minutes. Synch your watches.

Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right.
- Isaac Asimov

Pains and Sticks

My whole body hurts.

Well, not really. The majority of it, then.

But that's cool. Firstly, it means that me training has had an effect. And secondly, the pain will serve to distract me from other things.

So yes.

During one of the short breaks we had today, a thought struck me. As of now there's a HUGE drama going on, and I'm one of the main players. Why then am I not posting about it here?

So right then and there, I decided that I would dish out/ spill the beans/ let the cat out of the bag. Yes I shall. The moment I go online.

But of course, I wasn't really thinking properly then. You try and think properly when you're soaked in your own sweat, seeing stars, surrounded by black belters following orders from an 8th degree black belt master. Call me then.

Anyway, when I got home, my mind finally recovered, and I rethought the whole thing. I deeply apologize, dear reader(s?), but you won't be hearing (or reading) anything specific about this drama. Not until it blows over, that is. Cause then I'd be free to transcript the whole thing.

My advice: Just wait a while.

I am sorely tempted to just give up and stop caring about this drama. Why would I invest so much in something that will most likely have no bearing whatsoever in my future career? But I guess it's good that I do care. Because it's a slippery slope from not caring about *this*, to not caring about anything at all!

For me, at least.

I already have issues with "dissociation", so why am I giving myself shite for being passionate about something?

We'll probably never know. Not now. Perhaps later.

Tomorrow I march into the battlefield again. I'll probably speak softly, but I'll also be carrying an M16.

So fuck you, Kumajanai.

Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far.
- Theodore Roosevelt

Fireworks Go Boom

The first firework has just shot up towards the night sky, filling the darkness with bright neon colors.

It fills me with indescribable glee!

More updates later.

Beware: "In revenge and in love woman is more barbarous than man."
- Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

[UPDATE: New development:

While the fireworks are exploding...

Impending action. A showdown before the final battle? It seems I may be forced to adapt a different style of combat. I'm used to planting traps and the likes - hitting people when they least expect it. I don't usually fight directly...

But ahh... Times change, people must change as well. It's time for me to stand my ground.

Again, more updates later.]

[UPDATE: Newer development:

It seems this game will go on for a little bit longer.

But that's fine. Meanwhile, I'll just keep the champagne in the fridge.

Is third time really the charm?]

[UPDATE: Ramblings:

I may have to convert some of the fireworks into firearms.

Whatever. I have my mother's blessing to continue fighting.

My sun told me to wait. But my sun didn't explicitly tell me to stop either.]

Fireworks

Today be fireworks.

I shall update later.

There is happiness for those who accept their fate.
There is GLORY for those who resist their fate.
- Edel

[UPDATE:

The fuse has been lit. People applauded and cheered.

Now to sit back and wait.]

IRC Commands Don't Work But Feck

/me is scheming.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

Why Does Jack Get All The Fun?

My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my subject, prepare to die.
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Psychos snap. You shouldn't play games with them.

I Smell Something Burning

Something epic happened today.

I am not exaggerating when I say that it brought overwhelming joy to my cold, black heart.

It seems that I am not the only one playing the game. Others have their own version as well. They employ completely different strategies from the ones I use, but hell - they play the game well.

I predict that this will most likely change the course of the future, but I should also add that right now --

I. do. not. give. a. fuck.

I know where I stand, and that's all that matters.



To the people who know they're on the right side of the argument, who know their rights, who stick to their guns and do not back down:

I hate some of you, but know this - you all have my respect.

“Have the courage to say no. Have the courage to face the truth. Do the right thing because it is right. These are the magic keys to living your life with integrity.”

- W. Clement Stone

The Only True Joy

Schadenfreude is my new favorite word.

Let the games begin, Kumajanai-san...

Schadenfreude ist die beste Freude.