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| I wish I could add more than one thing that I am "Currently (Blank)ing," because I wouldn't know whether or not to put that I'm listening to Will Smith's "Summertime" (great rapper, or GREATEST rapper?!) or John Mayer's Where The Light Is album (which is astonishingly better than I would ever think someone who sounds the way John Mayer does would... and that may or not be grammatically correct.). Good stuff.
Earthbound has started to help cushion my immersion in horribly addictive games that college students play... I mean, I hope regular college students elsewhere play Halo 3. It'd be pretty disappointing to find out I've been getting owned by middle- and high-schoolers (which, no doubt, has happened many a time since my time in college). All my life I've been for Nintendo exclusively.
If this sounds at all like a weird thing for a college student to do (I wouldn't think it would, but I have to validate myself with some detail), I'd like to point out that I'm a student at Georgia Tech. Yes, we did get owned today...yyyesterday.
But, Earthbound.  I just found this picture searching for a screenshot of Earthbound. My dorm room has a Wii, so I go elsewhere to get my Halo fix. But this... this is good. I've been playing the game on the SNES, which is kind of a hassle to start up sometimes. Hopefully this is not fake ("seris"? Typos galore? I hope this is just a Japanese mock-up...)
But, it looks as if I'm going to cut this post short. I'm tired, and my computer is infected with various viruses... and all they do is slow down my browser while they redirect me to pages trying to get me to buy antivirus software. Sleazy, eh? Anyway, I recommend AVG... it appears to be doing the job. And, in recommending it, I feel like a virus now.
And if you see this, thanks for the comment, cakalusa! Frankly, I don't know how you have the time to do all you do and maintain a xanga to keep people updated on it all (and you've heard it all before). But you've been on here for as long as I can remember.
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| Guilty pleasure song. Kind of reminds me of the whole "heartland rock" thing that Bruce Springsteen has going on. Although, to be honest, I can't get into all of the boss's stuff -- mostly just "Jungleland," "Thunder Road," and "Born To Run." Still, I'd never mind going to see him in concert, though there's not too much of a point now seeing as he'll be playing at the Super Bowl. Which is completely different, but that'll take this post in a different direction.
It's rather hard to use xanga regularly without other people using it. I had a rough week, but I lack the ability to think very well because of Halo 3.
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| Meh. I've resigned myself to failure on my CS test, which is at 1:30. So, to keep awake (my chem was canceled) without finding myself distracted by studying or /b/ (the self-proclaimed "asshole of the internet"), I'm going to blog.
Chem test Friday, CS test today. Calc quiz that was nothing like the practice quiz. Not a great day, but this is exactly what I'm supposed to do as a teenager. I'm either blogging about my undying love for my most recent love interest or regularly contemplating my depression with lyrics to the song that I just found that describes my life perfectly, but either way, I can't hope to follow the nuances of the social sphere of ADULTS.
Goodness. It just seems that most of the adults that aren't the original Xangalebrities just remind me of the people at my church who confront me to tell me about Obama's fundamentalist-Islam background and tell me not to shop at Target because they say "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas."
Ah! I'm watching my county early voting station on CNN. Good thing I voted quite early... the lines are apparently hours long. My goodness, though. McCain is going to have to find a skeleton in Obama's closet. Maybe he could try the Rove technique and start a smear about Barack's black child and-- oh, wait.
Nancy Pfotenhauer the "economist" "calling a spade a spade" and Sarah Palin's "Real America." I'm a little upset about that, but I'll leave it to someone more popular on xanga.
Anyhow, since I posted Martin Sexton lyrics, I think I'll close with the story of the time a few good buddies and I spent after the concert, if you haven't already heard the story. Read on... | | |
| Interesting and somewhat morbid song for the win.
Sometimes when I research the meanings behinds songs and art, I kind of start to realize that regardless of whether or not I act on the knowledge, I want to be able to know where I can get the sort of things that are quality off of the street or in some way that it might not be advertised to me. Almost like an "unseen panel of hipster judges," right?
Why would I want to think like that? Maybe it's a disease.
I started thinking about that because I googled Chicago windstorms and glass or something. Music-related, sort of.
Anyhow, xanga has changed a whole lot. It took me a great deal of effort to get to the old school "look and feel" sections because of the new themes. But I guess I'll be subscribing the the regulars (hi, Cakalusa!) and getting this thing going.
Also, a question: What is with the whole "friends" thing? Like, I understand it's emulating facebook, but what are the nuances involved behind being friends on xanga, typically? I'd love to figure it out.
This post sucks so bad. I guess I can talk about college some.
It's homecoming week here. I'm trying to decide what I'm going to be doing this weekend. In any case, I have to be back at three on Sunday for a project. But... homecoming. One thing I can rule out here. I'm likely going to have to go to the game or end up getting some jibe about school spirit.
I'm doing a terrible job at pulling in my audience. I think I'll wrap up this post with an excellent picture you have to view the post to see... if I'm doing this correctly.
I need a good camera.
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| This song makes you feel like a hipster regardless of who you are. The first time I heard it was after some interview with her about a novel, and it was on NPR. My dad listens to NPR. I kind of miss those radio shows like "Guy Noir, Private Eye" and the little jingles for "The Marketplace." Right now, all I can think about is riding in the car with my dad when it's cold, with the heat blasting until it's unbearable and we open the windows, and all the while we're switching between NPR and Christmas music because the Christmas song playing was probably too hip. And NPR is always crackling on its 90.1MHz, and I always feel like it's because it's cold but it feels like the living room and the fireplace in the car. Does it has something to do with the number? In Japan, they use lower frequencies. Maybe it's because there's always some sort of feedback from other stations, especially near trees, but maybe it's just because it's talk radio or classical music and it's different. And even farther back... I kind of remember our old black Audi coupe and the smell of old car but without the old smoke scent that usually accompanies it and how it only had six light-up buttons but NPR was almost always on, and there were a few better stations and 99x was good and there was Z93. There are so many classic rock songs I feel like I never hear anymore. I guess even old music has phases, but with things like Guitar Hero, the reasons become more defined. But regardless of what car it was, we were always driving to and from Boy Scouts, or to pick up a Christmas tree or work on an Eagle project in the cold. And if I could, I'd have my CD player and I'd be listening to music, but not too loudly, to relax but also because I wanted to be able to hear it if I were reprimanded and if I didn't hear the first time it just became worse. My father likes succinct responses, but not if they're snappy -- I just had to be sure I could respond quickly. Talking too much always drew a sort of incredulous look, and it usually meant that I was trying to explain myself for what I didn't get done at the meeting, or why I was the way I am, or something. And then the rest of the ride I'd just have to sit there and focus on the music on the radio, as I could never focus on my own music again, until some sort of generalizing statement came up at the front of the neighborhood about what I need to do and how I'm being. Then I'd just sit in my room with my uniform shirt and my olive pants and my uncomfortable socks and think about my life and even girls later on until it was too late for me to be going to sleep and I'd be tired, but I'd feel like things were happening and I had something to focus on everywhere.
God, do I miss that feeling.
As a result, I really like Christmas music. But, I never find myself tuning into NPR, even though it's probably changed the least.
I really feel like I tapped into something here. I was going to try and write something witty.
I think I'll start listening to NPR.
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