Heh heh

I love it when Livejournal users admit they eat too much.
What attracted me to this blog was the Pokemon images. I'm not gonna lie. Do something to set yourself apart if you want me to say mean things to you.
Incidentally I'm not sure how I feel about this new generation of Pokemon. They seem a little, well, strong this generation. There's talk of banning Dream World abilities but I don't know if that's a wise idea. I mean it is the only way to get permanent weather outside of ubers, but then some of the shit like Shandeeraa's (or whatever the fuck too many vowels) Shadow Tag that's ridiculously overpowered.
Anyway to break with the norm I'm going to see how big a nerd I am and identify all the Pokemon in her posts by image.

If you were a TV producer, what would be the premise of your first TV series, and who would star in it?

Grimdark future show. It'd star someone who doesn't suck.

Oh gosh. Knowing me, it'd be a crime drama-comedy. If such a thing can exist. (Monk did it, anyway. Mine would be gorier than Monk.) It'd have both cops AND detectives, set in the Matanuska-Susitna Valley in Alaska

Krabby, Crawdaunt, Aerodactyl, an egg, Anorith, another egg, Zubat, Feebas, Pidgey, Meowth, Aron.
AWWWW YEAH.

Also what do you mean by "knowing me"? Commit a lot of crimes in a humorous way?
Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?

THE EMPEROR PROTECTS.

"May the force be with you!" of course. What else?

LULZ XP
Also: Zubat, Feebas, Pidgey, Meowth, Krabby, Crawdaunt, egg, egg, egg
WOOOOOOOO.

If you were in solitary confinement for the rest of your life, and you discovered a cockroach in your room, would you kill it or make it your friend?

Fucking WB. Look at this fuck.

Um... make it my friend, probably? Is there a third option to eat it and die of cockroach germs? I would go crazy in solitary, might as well avoid that. <3

<3>Faux fur, scarves, cardigans, paperbag skirts… what are your favorite holiday style trends this year?
The year of the hipster bitch apparently.
Also tough post this time: Combee, Zangoose, Rilou, Qwilfish, Skitty, Lileep. The rest are repeats.

Who would you appoint as Earth's ambassador to alien races, and why?

I don't trust aliens. Name one alien race that had humanity's interest at heart.

Steven Hawking. Not only is he the embodiment of everything awesome, but he'll probably be the only one able to comprehend their space travel mechanisms and implement them for our own use.

Yeah like they'd just give up that technology. HERE YOU GO WARLIKE HUMANS, TAKE ALL OUR TECHNOLOGY.
Putz.
Also: no new Pokemon in this post.
Oh and the next post she stops posting them. Fuck this noise, new blog.
But before we do I want to get to this post:

Do you think your parents made any major mistakes in how they raised you? If so, how did it affect you?

And her response:

Hmm. Well, for starters, I still blame my mother for my... less-than-ordinary eating habits. It's not that I eat too much, I don't blame her for that. It's how I eat. For example, I eat everything with a singular goal (other than getting it into my stomach, I mean): I try as hard as I can to make my food unappetizing to others.

Gooooooood.

I eat pizza by biting off the sides and crust first, as well. It's gotten me some strange looks. The reason for this (can you guess?) is that my mother used to steal food from me when I was little. It's a horrible thing to do to a kid that overeats in the first place.

WHY AM I SO HUNGRY ALL THE TIME
MMMMM MORE PIZZA FOR ME
Moving on~

My living room smells delicious. If I could eat it... I WOULD. It smells like cinnamony bun things. Thank you fabreeze.

ANYWAY.

I did not catch up on my word count last night, even though I cheated (oh noes). BUT I AM DETERMINED TO TONIGHT. YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME NANOWRIMO.

November is the month wherein you're supposed to write an entire book of 150,000 words.
Great idea. Quantity over quality.
Also:
>noes

Herrmmmmm I don't think I have anything interesting to to-day. (Not that I'm ever interesting.... but I digress.)



*sips coke*

uhhhhh......... that's all
kthxbai

Well I think I'm done for tonight, actually. Fuck this.

You know, I have another blog, I write pretty nonsenses in it, little lyrical things that my heart is more responsible for writing than my hands. But, I've been so busy with NaNoWriMo, I haven't had time to put together tripping treatises to touching things. This here makes me feel a bit like I'm cheating on it with another blog. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN. XD But it's much easier to write here because I'm not creating courteous little couplets of continuity, I'm just blabbering on.....

Yep quitting forever. Fuck you Livejournal.

Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?

"Fuck Livejournal."

I think I'd go with "LEEEEEEEEEEERROOOOOOY JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

IIIIIINNSSS!!!!!!"

Pussies. Pussies everywhere.

So fuuuuck the internet today. It's time to drop anchor and raise the sails, because WELCOME TO SUMMER TIME. SCHOOL'S OUT, MOTHERFUCKERS.
Bird's are singing, dogs are barking, cars are driving and cunts are whining.

I used to rely on the scales to dictate whether or not I was going to have a good day. It’s the sickness that plague the vain and overly self-conscious people of our society.

I'm always so amazed fat people can throw this back at society. WHY DOES SOCIETY SAY I HAVE TO BE SKINNY I'M BIG AND BEAUTIFUL. ;_;
Isn't over half the population of this fine sinking nation obese? I guess this is like when Christfags cry persecution despite being over 80% of the population. Back in the day my people fed your people to lions and now you're crying because you can't pray in schools.
My my how times change.

When you deprive yourself too much of life’s goodness (a.k.a. great tasting but most often bad-for-the-waistline food) just so you can fit in to the latest fashion trend particularly made for the skinny, then obviously you’re doing it wrong!

Oh wait I seem to remember something about this what was i--

The name you citizens gave me was Ciacco;
and for the damning sin of gluttony,
as you can see, I languish in the rain.

And I, a wretched soul, am not alone,
for all of these have this same penalty
for this same sin." And he said nothing more.

That penalty is to eat filth while a giant three-headed worm gnaws on you.
It's a good book you people should really check it out sometime.

And if you think that once you achieve that ideal body, or look, you have in mind, that you’ll finally be happy, then you’re wrong once again.

Not necessarily. "I wish to not be a fat slob" and then they achieve that goal. There's every reason to feel good about yourself at that point.

Because if that’s the kind of mindset you follow, then you should know that this battle doesn’t stop once results are achieved because you’ll always want to go for more and always wish to look better than the previous ‘better’ you had in mind.

Oh boy isn't that convenient. YOU'LL NEVER ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL ANYWAY MIGHT AS WELL STUFF YOUR FACE ALL DAY ERRDAY.
LAZINESS.
Sloth, gluttony, gloominess-- YOU'RE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL.

I want to feel God so greatly again. I want to see Him transform my heart and my attitude towards everything that has happened and will happen.

The Lord moves at his own pace, heretic. Not yours.
I guess my problem with most Christfags is I am 500% more awesome as a Christfag than they are and I'm not even serious about it. You people really need to look at your own theology again.

I want Him to make me beautiful in His eyes, and I want to see His glory to shine through every part of my life.

What is that line from the Bible? "Your good works are as filthy rags, ye workers of iniquity" something. I think there's another line: "be saved, filthy as thou art" although on second thought that might be Warhammer.

Thank You for declaring me a new creature in Christ Jesus. :)

Is it Jesus Christ or Christ Jesus? No one can seem to agree on this simple issue. Of course "Christ" is just a title (and not his last name like so many people seem to think).
Herp derp she's trying to lose weight and quit smoking at the same time.
WHY DO I KEEP FAILING ON ALL MY GOALS? ;_;

I bought two Audrey Hepburn DVDs today! Funny Face (1957 - with Fred Astaire) and Paris When It Sizzles (1964 - with William Holden) :D

Paris When It Sizzles.
Also known as "we had bunch of aborted scripts what should we do with them?"
"How about we put them all together in some sort of movie where a guy is dictating to a secretary?"
"SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!"
Fuck that movie.
Here's her "20 best movies of January 2010" and one of them is Sabrina.
I have some news for you. That's not from 2010.

If you love someone, ask him for nothing. Don’t hold him from his destiny.

OUR FATES ARE ALL WRITTEN IN THE WARP AND YOURS IS DEATH.

Last weekend, it dawned on me how immature of a Christian I still am. Even though I thought I knew a lot already, my actions often fail to mirror what I know.

You just have to follow the 10 commandments.
What are they, let's see-- thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a man's mind-- uhh. That's the one that really stands out.

I can't remember the last time I actually thought about my brain, or well, my intellect for that matter...

My brain is full of fuck.
So I'm not sure if it's a commandment but it should have been one: thou shalt not use God as your personal self-help guru.
GOD HELP ME LOSE WEIGHT
GOD HELP ME STOP SMOKING
I mean it's one thing to sit here and read some sort of "deep revelations" about religion (boring) and it's quite another to read about your own personal failings as relating to religion (also boring).
I can't even remember the point I was trying to make now.
I know this is totally unrelated but I went to check my mail to see if Square wanted to invite me to their Final Fantasy XIV alpha after being a loyal customer for like 16 years and I see an article about "new research suggests Darth Vader has a mental disorder."
... Did you fuckers watch Star Wars? Christ all mighty.
Really, the guy that tries to take over an entire galaxy by creating a giant space death ray might be a tad on the mental side? I can't wait to read this breakthrough research.
Also he is a fictional character, you realize that, whoever wrote this? I don't think we actually have to fear reproach from the Death Star or anything.
Next thing you'll be telling me Hitler might be deranged.
--Anyways--
I'm off to do other shit. Piss off.

ಠ_ಠ

Well I solved the great mystery of "what the fuck happened to the sections on Livejournal?" If one registers (ugh), clicks on the "communities" section, then clicks on the teeny tiny "life" section barely visible above the search bar, one is then free to browse this high quality content after watching a brief (30 second) commercial.
Goooooooood.
But it was all worth it, because I found this fascinating romp into pretentiousness.
Today I'm going to have a little contest with myself. I'm not allowed to say "cool story, bro" and the second I want to default to that response the entry ends.

All of my favorite characters-- in literature, in history-- are hard-headed women who are completely unafraid to speak their mind, who are sure of themselves and are correct to be so confident. I call these women "badass" and their badassery intrigues me to no end.

Cool story br-- FUCK. One more time, okay. That was a practice run.
Uhhh--
Uhh--

-Scarlett O'Hara (Gone with the Wind, as always my first and foremost fictional fascination) (WIN for alliteration!) (WIN for rhyming!)
-Dominique Francon (The Fountainhead)
-Joan of Arc-Cleopatra
-Paulina (The Winter's Tale)
-Hermione (The Winter's Tale)-Melisande Shahrizai (Kushiel's Legacy series)
-Eva Peron

That's funny. All my favorite characters in literature never whine once.
I guess Joan of Arc didn't (except when she was getting burned to death, but I think she's within her rights at that point). Other than her, though, fuck this list.
Also I'm amazed you stayed awake through The Winter's Tale. Well, not entirely, since it's boring and you're a bore so you have a lot in common, but I know personally I entered a twilight coma to get through it.
Fuck pastorals.THAT'S ONE OF SHAKESPEARE'S PROBLEM PLAYS BECAUSE IT'S REALLY DRAMATIC--
Great, don't give a shit.

I admire their badassery and I aspire to it, to varying degrees depending on the character in question. For each of these women, I want to be them, at least a little bit. That is one of the reasons I will propose Winter's Tale, because it has a high concentration of the kind of badassery I so love.

Don't you have to do something to be badass? I always thought so, anyway. Like when Kenshiro punches people and their heads explode and he doesn't whine once during it. Sort of like that.
You know then a guy asks for mercy and he says something like "you gave none, so none shall you receive," and then the guy's already dead.
What'd Scarlet O'Hara do, exactly? I don't honestly know, having never read the book and I fell asleep during the movie (watched it in school, so I was killing like five birds with one stone by falling asleep).

I have been pondering something which is VERY exciting to me. So I am going to share my ponderings :)

Great.Can't wait!

Last semester I was pondering proposing a show. Pericles, Prince of Tyre, to be exact.

Sounds pretty-- Zzzzzzzz.

Winter's Tale lends itself VERY well to a fairy-tale motif, somewhat more so in the second part of the play, which takes place in mainly in Bohemia.

DE COLOHRLESS GRAY FOHG SWEPT EHCROSS BOLETARIA
No, wait, that's Demon's Souls.
Also good work, Demon's Souls. Wouldn't "gray fog" by definition be colorless?
Whatever.

I'm not sure yet precisely what I want to do with these elements, from a design perspective; but I love them so very, very, very much, and I've been thinking about it near-constantly for the past couple of days.

Wow you're really boring.

My antisocial-ness springs from laziness most of the time, or from feeling a lack of interestingness; and then because I am feeling this way, being antisocial perpetuates my feeling uninteresting, and creates in me a sense of being adrift.

Ooph, that was a lot of douchiness to take at once.
Hold on, feeling a little winded after that.
Okay, proceed.

So last night, Walter and Charlotte and I went to see the Vagina Monologues.

Oh? How much were they paying you?
Goddamn, leave it to these high-minded pretentious assholes to make vaginas boring.
I didn't think that was physically possible, but I guess true douchebaggery reigns.

I have been waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, on my study abroad application for quite some time now.

Oh where are you headed?I would bet it's either England or France.
Probably England.

I have been waiting to go to Argentina for literally my entire life.

Oh.Didn't see that one coming, anyway.

And this morning, during yoga, the idea hit me that I might not get approval...

During Yoga huh huh lllllllllllllllllllllll

Which isn't to say that I didn't fit into the homogeneity; after all, I am Jewish and I look it.

Ah that means your mom is Jewish.
Only goes matrilineally, don't you know.

This morning in Econ Stats, I experienced a thought of such profound geekitude that I just had to share it:

"Friends, Romans, Countrymen" is Antony's construction of a 99% confidence interval to test the null hypotheses that Caesar was ambitious, and that Brutus is an honorable man.

Hold on, hold on:

For those of you who don't speak statistics: the null hypothesis is a claim that you make about a given population, which you hope to reject after you construct a confidence interval.

Yes, surprisingly I, too, had to sit through elementary statistics as well.

a 99% confidence interval will be more accurate than a 95% interval.

Good, good, keep it coming. I have aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall day.

Today I was productive. It was like a great switch turned on in my brain (with particular respect to microeconomics) and I could figure out the problem set I've been puzzling over for days now.

Cool story br--Ah fuck, I guess that's it, then.
Oh well. I had a good run, one false start notwithstanding.
In fact, I'm going so far as to give myself the Chef Excellence stamp of approval: