Tyairo, Gurei

I'm learning Japanese, and I've finally written my first Japanese song. I'm pretty sure the lyricism and melody would make even the greatest Japanese poets cry. Here is Tyairo, Gurei.

Tyairo, Tyairo,
Tyairo, Gurei.

Tyairo, Tyairo,
Tyairo, Gurei.

Tyairo ga iti-ban suki desu yo.
Gurei ga ni-ban suki desu yo.

Tyairo, Tyairo,
Tyairo, Gurei.

Luck is not Conserved

So I came up with an idea to manufacture luck and accomplish my good deed everyday. I can just take a penny and place it heads-up in a public place where someone can find it. When a person finds it, they will have a lucky penny. I can do this with all of my pennies.

Thoreau

"You can't cheat the cheatster, and you can only breath under water until your mana runs out."

Emily

Emily I had known in high school. Her attractiveness, at the time, was her pure innocence. Her playfulness, moderate shyness, and striking appearance made her appealing. I chased her briefly, and eventually got shut down. She was a year ahead of me, and after she graduated we fell out of contact.

Fast forward 4 years to now, where she has reinitiated contact. Admittedly I was somewhat excited at first. I was somehow saddened when I found out she had created a myspace website.

I have nothing against myspace, although after a brief stint on OKCupid have decided to avoid that route. I don’t need it. What makes me sad, now, is that I feel like I can clearly see what’s going on. Her childishness and innocence that serve her so well also happens to be her greatest enemy. After imagining a relationship with her I came to the conclusion that I would not be able to fill the emotional, perhaps parental hole that she has, and I doubt there are many who can.

She needs someone, but myspace just doesn’t seem… her. Having the site itself almost seems to put a kink in her armor of purity, but without the site her chances of meeting someone may not be too great. I’d really like to give her some advice, but I really have none to give. I have no solution for her situation.

A Prophecy for Dominick

I had a 'vision'--or perhaps it's more appropriately called an inspiration?--about my roommate Dominick.

In the dark of night,

When no one can see but you,

They come,

In pairs,

For Malice.

More About this Project

I have interesting thoughts all the time, and it wasn’t until last summer that I realized that I was forgetting such a huge fraction of fascinating (to me, anyway) ideas only moments after I thought of them. That’s when I decided to keep a notebook around so I could jot short little phrases to remind me of different ideas. Here’s a series of things I have written down.

Favorite dum dum’s flavor: Root Beer.

Natalie Imbruglia

“Micqualga and his obersavations of being in Hell.”

Well, it worked out so well and I enjoy it so much that I thought I could write some of these ideas out in a little more detail. Hence, we have this. And naturally, why not put it on the internet?

Fast Food

Busy college life is beginning to take its toll on me once again; especially in spring quarter where the light at the end of the tunnel begins to shine in, and keeping motivated becomes harder and harder. The first thing that always gets sacrificed when things get hectic is nutrition, and lately I’ve been eating out more than ever.

I feel as though my norm is eating out every other day, which I don’t think is too bad. Lately, though, I’ve been eating out almost exclusively. I must’ve eaten at Wendy’s 10 times over the past three weeks, and various other restaurants get thrown into the mix. Most of them are just as bad.

The money thing isn’t a big issue with me which is why I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but now I’m actually starting to feel the affects. Lately I haven’t been feeling a hundred percent. That’s not to say I’m not the happy-go-lucky person I normally am, I just feel something not right in my tummy.

So I resolve to cut back and eat more nutritiously this coming quarter. Hell, let’s start tonight. My roommate Greg is making is signature baked ziti.