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| me : Final Fantasy music:: tweenage girls : Justin Bieber |
- Most importantly, I achieved the magical age of twenty one where I can order wine and beers, looking sociable, while keeping a hip flask of virgin diet coke on my person at all times so I can secretly be drinking something that I actually enjoy
- I am no longer a junior at Trinity University, but a senior
- I got two jobs, one babysitting for a nearby family in the early mornings and late afternoons, and another working at Sky High, a trampoline gym near my house, during the day
- I discovered a Final Fantasy Concert going on in Dallas on June 15, but alas, I will be out of town, so I swear to god I will buy anyone a ticket if they promise they will go and write me a full report.
- I turned twenty one, and cried at the end of Happy Feet 2 on my birthday. (no, I wasn't drunk-- it was just really sweet that all the penguins and the sea elephants and the shrimp things were working together)
- I got a top comment on imgur, and another comment that currently has over 300 points. I'm becoming a powerful, powerful force on the internet. Tomorrow I may be the ruler. Fear me.
- I've been reading cheap fantasy novels and Entertainment Weekly (DARKKNIGHTDARKKNIGHTDARKKNIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!) while accumulating some decent books that I plan on reading this summer, including:
- The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. LeGuin (no, I have not read this yet, yes, I know I need to)
- Complete Letters of Dietrich Bonhoeffer (I've read condensed versions, but I want more!!)
- The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, Umberto Eco
- This interesting Mozart biography I found by someone who seems legitimate-- the title of the biography is, get this, Mozart
- Some Neal Stephenson books that I haven't yet tackled; his books are kind of demanding, but hilariously worth it. I highly recommend him for anybody who is interested in science/adventure/history/parallel universes/religion/literary references/math/sci-fi/complicated things/satire/finishing a book and needing to go back and reading it again because you have no clue what just happened. Hmm, that didn't sound as enticing as it did in my head. But he's worth a try for anybody who likes...reading.
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| I simply don't understand how you could possibly have no interest in what this guy has to say. |
Most of my posts have had themes or anecdotes or some sort of point to them (or something so beyond nerdy that I simply can't come up with an excuse other than...no, there is just no excuse for liking Pokemon at my age)
(which is now twenty one, by the way)
(I had to throw that in there again-- feel free to send me congratulatory drinks, preferably virgin pina coladas or diet cokes)
(or the occasional martini)
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| Preferably with this glass |
Anyway, what I was saying was that I find that those blog posts revolving around specific stories are the most rewarding for me to write, and believe it or not, I actually had a story in mind when I began writing this post, but sadly, I couldn't help giving an update on my life because I so enjoy talking about myself (especially on my own blog).
But I'll get to the point: my story about this weekend when I slept over at a friend's house, and while staying up chatting at two in the morning, we saw a cockroach crawl out of the vent and fly around the room. I shrieked and flew out of the room faster than any cockroach, as did my friend, who managed to find some hidden adrenaline-induced speed despite the hard cast on her broken-in-several-places foot. I have never seen someone limp so quickly. We considered going into the room and killing the cockroach, but despite the fact that one glimpse into the room proved that the poor cockroach was in its death throes, barely able to stand and falling onto its back every few steps, we both refused to enter the room. Instead, we shut all the doors, turned off the light switches that were close enough to the doors that we did not have to set one foot-- broken or otherwise-- into the room, and collected books to stack in front of all the doors through which the cockroach might possibly escape.
In the morning, the cockroach was dead. (I was going to google pictures for this story, but I just couldn't bring myself to look at those disgusting creatures any more than real life forces me to. Nope nope nope. Instead, take a moment to appreciate this picture of a kitty cat and a kitten.)
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| After all, what would the internet be without kitten pictures? |
But this got me thinking about why we are so afraid of cockroaches. I still don't get it. They don't hurt you. I guess they're kind of big, but so are grasshoppers, and most of us aren't very afraid of those. They can fly, but so can moths. In fact, I originally thought the flying cockroach was a moth, and wasn't bothered at all until I saw it land. People sometimes say it's because they've been around for an unnaturally long time, but so have beetles or slugs. I'm speaking from the perspective of someone whose first reaction upon seeing a cockroach involves climbing up the highest thing I can find in any given room, and screaming when I realize that the cockroach can climb, too, so believe me when I say I'm not judging anybody. I just find it kind of funny.
And that's this month's intellectual thinking crossed off my to-do list.
To summarize, the point of this post is that cockroaches are people too, even if I hate them so much that even thinking about them makes me want to move to Antarctica and live in a secluded igloo for the rest of my life. Actually, never mind, they're not people. And also I am twenty one.
I'll close with a Final Fantasy piece because, you know, that's cool. I don't even bother calling it my guilty pleasure music anymore, because that implies that there is some guilt/shame involved. I have no shame. Here is Aerith's Theme from Final Fantasy VII.
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