Glad I Didn't Miss Anything

Whew didn't post Friday and apparently missed nothing.
Glad to see the internet can be just as stupid and boring on Monday as it can on Friday.
So today we have Defne Gencler. Is that a name? She says she's Turkish, so maybe!

We're all used to the same tedious and monotonous routine we follow each week, consisting of five work/school days, and two measley days left over to do what we'd actually like to do.

So says you. My life, however, is a continuous day off for the next month and a half or something like that.

Friday is barely considered anything, since half of it is made up of school, going home, and having only a few hours left over to do whatever it is you're planning on doing.

Well that's interesting logic. Friday doesn't count as a day because you can barely acknowledge the hours in it.

People don't even go out on Friday nights which usually ends up in you watching TV over the couch.

Uhhh I used to go out on Friday sometimes with my friends, and there we'd quite frequently encounter large crowds and have trouble parking because of people doing the same.
I guess they don't count because you personally don't go out Friday, huh?

Saturday seems like the only true day to have fun, because you don't have to wake up early, and on top of that, you dont have to go to sleep early either!

Oh you. Such a slave to the calendar.

In addition, we all know that Sunday is the global "I Guess I'll Start Doing my Homework Day."

Ha, ha such a high school kid. (protip: in college every day is homework day).
Also going based off the etymology of the days, Thursday is the superior day because it's named after either Thor or Zeus based off where you are.

Fridays will stay as Fridays because we can't have Thursdays be the new Fridays, which gives Mondays the perfect opportunity!

Monday under the Old English/Germanic system we are under in English speaking countries is the day of the moon, but in Romantic-speaking countries it's named after Mars (Ares) god of slaughter, so I think this is a bad idea.

Mondays will have a whole new meaning to them. From sluggish Monday morning traffic illand the smell of that "off to work" coffee, it'll become the day we've all been searching for: the day to relax, yet finish running last minute errands and homework.

Island* it hasn't been spelled "iland (eyland)" in like 2000 years, time to get with the program.
So we're now working 4 days a week. No, this is great. I see people. They think they're busy but in reality they're just busy with nonsense. If people knuckled down and did what they were supposed to do at work I bet we could have a one day work week. Most people just are not that fucking busy.

Who even came up with the idea that weekdays need to be five days and weekends need to be two days? Was it a workaholic man, was it the government, or maybe just a body of people who had nothing better to do?

I think it might have something to do with that damnable planting schedule. You remember farmers, right? Those people that grow your food?
Now there's a really long cryptic post about choices and making the right one and (maybe a quick dodge around) personal responsibility that suddenly makes me feel like I'm playing Persona 3 again.
WATCH OUT, DAPHNE (I'm changing your name to something I can remember, is that okay?) YOU'RE THE VESSEL OF NYX!

12:37 AM. The night is young. But here I am in bed trying to figure out what I need to do.

Actually the night is over. It's now morning as of 37 minutes ago, according to your posting.
Clocks, Daphne, come on. You seem to be fixed on them. Ever heard the saying "time flies"? No time to waste.
Timor mortis contrubat me, Daphne.

After having spent a night in watching a depressing French movie, I'm depressed.
People want so much from life at the same time. Ultimate fame. Success. Power. Money. All eyes on you. Looks that kill. Flashy cars. Complete control of surroundings. A voice that brings others to tears. Confidence. Friends. Admirers. High speed internet. Energy. And last, but, somehow most, "Somebody to love."

You fags need a lesson in Zen, good grief.

When we go to bed at night, we sleep alone.

Except a lot of married people. They tend to, you know, sleep with the other person. Unless you're speaking of the actual act of being asleep, in which case you are quite alone.
And remembering that sleep (Hypnos) is twin brother to death (Thanatos) that's kind of an (inadvertent, I'm sure) awesome cryptic nod to DYING ALONE AND UNREMEMBERED AH HA HA HA HA.

Lately I've learned that people are mostly just looking out for themselves. Everybody talks. You have to watch what you say, what you do, who you're with. If you want something, get it yourself.

You're almost there, Daphne. People are only looking out for themselves, but they're also only paying attention to themselves, so barring something really obvious you can pretty much say or do anything you please and no one will notice.

So now it's as if all my dreams of going to some prestigious university on the East coast have been ruined because I seem to fall just under the category of what's being looked for.

You're in California and you want to come here? No, no you've made it! You don't need to move anywhere!

But then I think about all those kids in America... They've all got private tutors visiting their houses every week; junior year is a major training for the SAT for them; the culture is aware of it and supports it.

Yes, those kids. I knew a lot of them.
Oh wait, no I didn't.
Daphne, are you sure you're talking about real people and not just imagined people?

So, today in English we were having a discussion about the lack of use of emotion in "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich."
To be honest, I did not enjoy reading the book AT ALL. I found that it was plain, boring, dry, and most of all emotionless. What has life ever been without emotion?

Uh-oh. I think you missed the point.

And now I wonder, is that really the best way to do it?

I don't know for sure, and I'm not some sage brooder who has experienced everything in life, but I'm starting to see how emotions may get in the way of logical thinking.

Your "deep" philosophical quandry is actually answered by a pretty much shit action movie starring Christian Bale: Equilibrium. Go ahead and watch it.
I could describe what it's about but I think "action movie starring Christian Bale" probably says more about it than any description I could give.

Will Shukhov have gone insane agonizing about the loss of his wife, or sobbing hisself to sleep because he's piningfor the day of his release?

... That'll never come. It's an empty hope and he knows it, but it's all that he has, so that's why he's melting down.
Christ, do you really never think about anything you read?
Also "hisself" but I'll cut you some slack because I suspect you don't speak English as a first language.

I wonder what I'd do if I was in a prison for ages. Would I drive myself crazy crying? Or would I be forced to let go as well and think about everything I'm doing right at that moment? Hopefully it'll never have to happen.

Good Christ you people really don't know what to think, do you?

I mean, we're in our teenage years. The years were the most perceptive to our environment, how people interact, tensions surrounding us, and what's happening. These are also the years we're aware of that perceptiveness, so in return, we know that we're in the spotlight.

No, no, Daphne, thinking is not knowing.

High school is the time you find yourself, they always say. These are the best years of your life, they say. But are they really?

No. High school is only really good for the jocks and the guy that deals weed, remember that.

When I was on the phone with my friend, we made a list of all the pressures we have on us:

I bet all of these pressures are social constructs and you could just as easily not give a shit as you would worrying.

1. Get good grades, but dont be a nerd. (??????????????)

If getting good grades makes you a nerd I'd rather be a successful nerd than a loser cool guy (conflict of terms if you ask me).

2. Still look nice, but don't look like you're trying too hard. (???????????)

Must be a girl thing.
Oh my this list has 9 things in it that can easily be summarized by this:
OH NO SOCIETY HAS EXPECTATIONS OF ME I HAVE TO DO THINGS!
Now there's a long rambly post where she concludes that how people perceive you is how they will (get ready for a shock) treat you.
This goes on and on forever. Uh oh I started doing other things, time to end this entry~

What is a man?

Here's our pro animu artist. Rather telling when I can't find any of his drawings even though I've located his blog, his myspace, and pictures of him.
Cool mutton chops, by the way. Very Chester A. Arthur.
So in the first entry he sets his schedule for the summer (very cute, by the way) and it's all this regimented shit that I suppose is supposed to make him better at drawing, but I don't know.

-a page a day in the sketchbook at least (is actually kind of required now that I've gotten in the BFA program) ...that's the one thats actually kind of assigned

-Listening to at least 1 animation podcast a week (most likely more) I just have a lot to catch up on...

-I'm going to try my best and keep up my anatomical studies... an hour a day just working my way around the body, like usual

Fine, fine, but what do you learn from that? Senseless copying and drawing probably won't make you better at it through sheer force of repitition. Life isn't really like an RPG, friend.

I'm amazed that It's a friday night (and a beautiful one at that) and yet I'm here int he art building working... I guess it shouldn't suprise me but it really does... I turned down 3 chances to drink tonight (some harder to pass up than others)... just to work in peace... funny right?

I'm sure you don't mean "ha ha" funny and I don't actually know you so I can't say if this is strange behavior, so don't fucking ask me.
Now there's a song I'm not reading.

Krazy night last night... and call me greedy but lately it seems no matter what happens or what I do I want more...

>Krazy
Easy.
Also, yes, that's pretty much the definition of greed.

Fuck.

I don't like being this vulgar usually but I can't think of a better way to express how I feel...

>fuck
>vulgar
Tee-hee.

Nightmare, rolling constantly and ajusting to the point where I ended up just watchign the last two hours pass before I had to get up thinking I wish it would all end soon.

So suck it up like a man, faggot. So you had a nightmare and rolled around all night like a goddamned pussy. Deal with it.
They say dreams are from Zeus, and he's probably punishing you for being a twat. Let this be a lesson.

Why has this goddamned neccesity plauged me my whole life?!!

Plauged. I'm going to be unusually generous and assume this is a typo.

(keep reading if you wanna hear a whole dialouge with myself inside my own head...)

All right I take it back, you can't fucking spell. Every time I'm generous with my typo allowance I get screwed. There's no such thing as a typo, just people who can't spell. Really, dialouge? Let's say that word outloud. Die-uh-louwj.
Protip: it's dialogue or dialog.

she was refrenceing some of out other firends who seem to constantly be stuck in either a mediocre or grumpy sour puss kinda mood all the time, but still I liked this thought.

>refrenceing

(it's a complex emotion)

If infact Sense and Sensibility is the title of my autobiography then only time will tell nothing I can do about it, the Colonel is just himself and goes and does his own thing untill others discover their mistakes and his real worth, sucks but that's life, nothing I can do about it, so why try to speed up some kind of idealized fate?

Holy shit, what? Let's take a time out from these bizarre philosophical ponderings and focus on your diction and grammar.

It's the end of the book anyway, lets not spoil the ending and just enjoy our journey through the pages right?
Be yourself is all you can be.

No, actually. Actors and spies pretend to be different people all the time with varying degrees of success.

There's not one lyric in the world that means more to me in this world (and I don't even like the band!!!) and I might seem like a broken record by now but thats what you get for listening into the thoughts of a crazy person, I have all the answers I know I get hung up on these things because of the long lonely nights alone stuck in a 3 colored building or inside the brick walls of my head where silence truely dwells, or because of the altered state of reality I land in after high levels of stress on a regular basis and low levels of sleep on a much more regular basis.

Jesus Christ, what? I've read opium-fueled ramblings that were more coherent than this (I'm dead fucking serious).
All the answers to what? Why should the color of the outside of a building make a difference to your disposition? What brick wall in your head? Are you Pink Floyd? Am I dying?
You're definitely not cool enough to pull of the vaguely emo "building a brick wall in my head that keeps people out" bit because you aren't backed by awesome guitar solos like Pink Floyd was.

It's kind of funny really, just like being a better artist or being funnier in general it's simple really I just have to be more careful, and that always sounds loads easier than it actually is...

Do you consider yourself funny? I have yet to read anything in this blog I'd even classify as a joke. I bet he's someone who thinks talking loud is like being funny.
They aren't the same thing, by the way. Being loud and being funny, that is.
Oh poetry. My favorite time of the day: shitty poetry time.

The cold air from the open window ony cools my tea prematurely...
Unlike those surounding us, I realize I don't have a chance with you.

That'd be "surrounding", Captain Phonics.

But still, the taste of tea is comforting
But stil, I love to enjoy your company

Unlike the tea, you make it hard to concentrate
both seem like an addiction
why can't I just focus anymore?
maybe it's always been this way?

I'll give you this one because you spelled "still" one line above.

I think I couldn't live a day with out my tea
but I'd try for you
I think I can't live a day with out a smile,
but making someone else smile is much more rewarding

"without" is one word, chief. Also, I'll tell you someone who isn't smiling: me.

Thinking about you're current predicaments and frowns, only torment me
when I can clearly remember those watermelon smiles and endless gigles in such clear proximity.

You're predicaments. You are Predicaments. Rare is the day I see people screw up grammar backwards like this. Also "giggles", Captain Phonics. You seem to have trouble with double consonant sounds.

So here we are (or here you aren't)
I've tried my best (possibly too hard)
and you won't change your mind...
nothing can stop my tea from growing cold.

Seems like a temporal impossibility to me. "Here we are (or here you aren't)" since the only (given) characters of this poem are the speaker (presumably the author in this case) and the person to whom he's speaking, it would be impossible to have "them" there and yet one absent, unless we're speaking psychologically absent, but I seriously doubt he's good enough at this to pull something like that.

But maybe tomorrow will be warmer?
I guarantee you I will try again
I promise a new cup will be brewed
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day...

(for you and me...)

That was pretty dire, brostorm. Further proving that all poetry is just paragraphs with random line breaks.
Of course I have read books of poetry similarly written, and they were staples in many universities as far as I can tell, so I'm clearly either a poor judge of poetry (doubtful) or all poetry is bullshit.
Except epic poetry, of course, which is the greatest form of writing there is.

Communication is one of the biggest gifts from God to man.

Oh-ho, is it?
I seem to recall a certain quote:

Come, let Us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.

Genesis 11:7.
I must say, though, in terms of trolling that one was pretty good. Not as good as Eris "this golden apple will start the Trojan War" daughter of Zeus and Nyx (according to Hesiod's Theogony, anyway), but still pretty good.
Sure the end result is presumably greater than one war, but Eris didn't even really do anything to start this insane chain of events, whereas God had to change the way everyone spoke. Seems like a lot of work to me, and that's always an important consideration in rating the troll. Less work, greater result. That's my trolling moto, anyway.

"Judement day can not be stopped, only postponed... " okay that doesnt soud half as kool as I thought it would but... you get the point...

You're quoting fucking Terminator 3, what did you expect? Quotes that look good on paper?

You said tonight is a wonderful night to die.

"Baby, every night is a wonderful night to die." Sorry I'm not writing a biker movie set in the 1960s, am I?
All right I finally know this guy's name. DAN. HI DAN.
All I can say about your previous entries is this: learn what a paragraph break is.
GOOD BYE, DAN.

REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING! THE FURRIES ARE CUNTS!

Oh you furries. Incidentally, Atomic Coon, "coon" can be taken as a racial epithet, so you might want to be careful using that in publi-- just kidding I hope you do and someone kicks the shit out of you.

Got plenty of work in on Skate 2 tonight.

>Skate 2 (a video game)
>work
I think you missed the point, brometheus.

The scores are capped. Which means that if you exceed a certain number, you'll get no experience, no money, have your score negated, and booted out of the room.

The reason? People taking advantage of the various 'Super Jump' glitches (the common ones being the 'Torpedo' and the No Comply) that give the user extreme air, thus getting huge numbers in the events.

Sounds boring AND stupid.

In some other news, I decided not to try and fix the eyelet issue with my black jeankilt.

Jean skirt. You're wearing a skirt, bro. You're not fooling me with the "I'm Irish" bit because no one in their right mind dresses like that in the year 2009.

I like the extra freedom it has, and it more than likely won't be worn anymore outside the house.

Nope you can't play the "my huge cock and balls need more room than mere mortal shorts offer" because no one's dick is bigger than mine and I'm just fine.

Been playing a lot of D&D recently. Playing as a Halfling Cleric. A bad ass one at that. :D

>Dungeons and Dragons
>badass
Hmm.

Other than that, life has been kind of quiet. Have picked up coloring, though. It helps me pass the time and to keep me sane.

I always like these types. The "I MUST DO SOMETHING CREATIVE OR I'LL GO MAAAAAAAAAAAAD!" Have you ever looked at people who are actually creative before? Most of them were, to put it mildly, "touched".
Also all of you furry artists draw in the exact same style. It's kind of eerie, in a funny sort of way, because then I get to imagine it's the same guy I'm picking on over and over.

And its the most awesome thing ever. Ever. o.o

I don't know what the most awesome thing ever is, but I know it isn't this (mildly pornographic, no nudity, and it is a cartoon dragon woman, so don't get excited).
... Is that a dragon? She has lizard wings, but-- oh who knows?

Job sucks. Boss is even worse. Threatened to take money out my pay check if I didn't replace a stupid trash can lid. It was a complete accident (and part of my Comedy of Errors that was yesterday).

I don't think you know what a comedy of errors is, although given that you made it a proper noun you might be referring directly to Shakespeare's "A Comedy of Errors" but even then I suspect you haven't read it (brotip: a comedy, by definition, ends on a high note, usually happy or at least lighthearted).

So I climb up and start making my way towards the cables. And I slip.

And fall right through the roof. D:

Such is the punishment for being a furry.

So while on one side, we won't have a fireworks display to witness for July 4th, we the furries will pretty much have rule over the city for the weekend. Huzzah.

I'm calling the Inquisition. ABHUMAN DEGENERATES!

My glasses are currently held together by a bent straight pin. I got them fixed, then proceeded to sleep on them. Again.

Idort.

Yeah, kinda creeped out. So I'm just gonna clean my piercing and get something in my stomach.

By "something" he, like all furries, means semen.
Hey look a picture of the guy. Huh, he's black.
I don't think I've ever seen a black furry before. I'd suspect they're somewhat of a rarity but I don't actually follow the deviant freaks so who knows?

So I won't be able to donate blood. Glee.

Oh no your life is now meaningless.
Just kidding it was meaningless before. Enjoy your existence~

I got three bottles of home brew in my mini-fridge and they be nice and cold. Went and got me some Giant fried chicken, and I gonna get Crunk the safe way: At home.

Uhhhhhhhhhhh
What?
Christ this drones on and on.
Let this be known, Atomic Coon: you barely qualified as someone I'd want to post about. You were boring and stupid, and if my options weren't as slim as they were I probably would have passed you up for stereotypical anorexic cunt number fifteen trillion. It's dire, bro. I suggest livening up some.