Today Sucked

Hey, guess what? Today really sucked. Maybe it's because my birthday gave me too much peace of mind for 24 hours, and fate likes seeing me squirm.

#1: I fall asleep after my alarm goes off, then I wake up with about 20 minutes to drink my coffee, get ready, and attempt to psyche myself for the day before running to class.
#2: I remember I have to go turn in some idiot-forms that were given to me late(I don't know why) so as to ensure myself getting a paycheck tomorrow. Then I remember I will need a picture ID, so I walk all the way back to my apartment to get it.
#3: Upon delivering the idiot-forms, I am told that I need a social security card so that they will finally know that I am me. Then they tell me that even if I did turn these idiot-forms in today with all the ID cards, I will still not get paid, because I was supposed to turn them in within 3 days of starting employment, which was a long time ago. In other words, "It's too late for us to be sure that you are you. Because of this, we will deny you the money that you have been earning for the past month and a half. Have a nice day."
#4: Someone is sitting at my fucking table in the Java II cafe, so I can't study there.
#5: I find out that I have to perform a diologue in Japanese tomorrow. My partner and I thought we wouldn't be expected to perform it until next week, so we don't even have our diologue fully written.
#6: I get off work and go to my Japanese partner's dorm room where he said he would be after 8pm. It's about 9pm, and I knock twice. There is no answer.

So that was today. I don't feel like typing anymore.

This is my birthday! Today is when my birthday celebrates with friends. My friends and my family love are what keeps years go by so delicious. I appleciate those presence that friends have gone bought me for birthday present, and they are good! Now, love is like real gift. This world is thanked for bringing me!

Yes, anyway, today I am 20, which gives me absolutely no new privileges other than being able to look down on 19-year-olds. According to the government, I am still too young to drink responsibly. You see, there is a chemical in the human brain that develops while we are still in the womb. This chemical, called Minorial Bulshita, forms a layer around the brain and coats each cell with a sticky membrane. During a large portion of our lives, if we consume alcohol in the form of a recreational beverage the chemicals in alcohol will mix with the layer of Minoral Bulshita and send an electrical charge into the hippocampus, stimulating the brain cells that control violent, unacceptable behavior. As a result, the person will most certainly lash out at his or her environment, causing damage and injury. The chemical Minorial Bulshita stays with us for exactly 21 years after we are born, and after being alive this long scientists say that the membrane "magically dissolves." Government scientists discovered this chemical 100 years ago, using the most state of the art equipment at that time, and determined that since this biological phenomena only occurs in the United States there should be a national law stating that alcohol cannot be consumed or purchased until age 21.

Now that I am finished being sarcastic and cynical, I would like to say that I had a pretty good day, and provide the following links:

Howard's Family
Man's Man

It seems that this term is trying to crush all of my passions. I love music, but my Fundamentals of Music class makes no sense to me. I immerse myself in the people and culture of Japan, yet I am beginning to struggle in my Japanese class. Finally, my Intro to Fiction Writing class is such a pain in the ass that it's making me question my potential as a writer. I can't help but remember getting an 'F' in 9th grade photography and ever since feeling like I have lost my right to pick up a camera. But I think now I am mentally mature enough to know that grades are nothing but malicious letters.

Today I ate lunch with a girl named Makiko, and I am thinking of starting a list of all the bizarre English blunders that she continually spouts. Today's highlights:

"I stepped you!" (after stepping on my foot)
"I am hull." (a mispronunciation of the word "full")
"Happy birthday to tomorrow's Brett!" (attempting to wish me an early happy birthday)

I also bought some white bread today that was only $0.79. Maybe all bread is this cheap and I am just ignorant, or maybe this particular bread is known to suck, but it's cheap!

Ouija bored

Today I worked. I worked for 6 hours, 1.5 of which were spent discussing the Ouija Board with one of my coworkers. He told me the stories his friends had told him, spooky tales of using the occult Parker Brothers product and experiencing supernatural occurrences. I told him about taking my grandmother�s board when I was 9 and attempting to summon spirits by myself. Nothing happened, and I have been a non-believer ever since.

We came to the conclusion that if the Ouija Board was ever explained it would cease to exist. If it was revealed as having no link whatsoever to the �other side�, and in fact being just a piece of cardboard with a plastic heart-shaped thing, they would stop selling it. If it was somehow proven to have supernatural abilities and the power to summon entities and evoke demonic possession, they would stop selling it. So as long as there are both kinds of people in the world - those who throw it away saying �this thing is retarded,� and those who claim it turned their dog inside out - there will always be a market for the Ouija Board.

Just so you know, after our discussion we surfed the net and found that there is a whole slew of online Ouija Boards, and we both agreed that they are all very stupid. (The thing keeps flying away!)

I Love Christians

Yesterday morning I saw a student on campus wearing a Bad Religion t-shirt featuring a crossed-out cross, and I chuckled to myself at how effective a shirt it was. This little encounter provided an excellent contrast to that evening, in which I attended the Nation 2 Nation party with a couple of friends. Nation 2 Nation is a weekly little shindig put on by a small group of well-meaning Christians. Apparently, every Friday they invite a bunch of international students to their DAMN nice house and cook food and play games and such. I will admit right now, I agreed to go because #1: there was a promise of free food, and #2: there were Japanese students coming.

Being close to Holloween, the organizers thought it would be "fun" to make a bunch of construction-paper masks and force everyone to wear them. I immediately saw the opportunity for an Eyes Wide Shut joke, but one of my comrades told me this probably wouldn't be the best environment to walk around saying "remove your clothes!" And so there was some mingling, some tasty free food, and some casual flirting with girls from overseas. It all went well until they handed out some hommade "fortune" cookies, which concealed paper strips with bible verses on them, and we were told to match our "questions" with other people's "answers". I knew the party was a veritable Hindenburg when a girl from Japan pointed to the word "God" on her strip of paper and asked me "what is this word?"

Make a long story short, my friends and I left early. I don't know what became of all those confused foreigners we left in the hands of the masked Christians. I suppose the moral of this story is that one's religion will manifest itself in whatever that person does, from throwing a party to making a cookie, and that all parties that will lead to some kind of worship should be advertised as doing so, especially when non-English speakers are told by a friend of a friend to come to such a party on Friday night.

(By the way, I in no way dislike or discriminate against people of the Christian religion. I just think things they do are funny sometimes, and I greatly appreciate the food they cook or me at their parties. In fact, I wrote a song about it. Maybe I'll post the lyrics sometime. But I would like to say I do not listen to the band Bad Religion, and I do not endorse their angry music or striking fashion.)

A slight name change. This hasn't gotten easy yet...

Okay, it finally looks like I've gotten this ball of numbers and codes rolling. I started this site to...hell, I don't know. So that I can tell people that I DO have a website, and then run away before they ask for the address so they don' t know that it's not a real website.
Now I have the power to broadcast over the internet any personal feelings, ideas, pictures (maybe...I haven't yet looked up how to do that), or opinions that I might have. Should anyone care? Of course not! But now I have a little corner of the web that is all mine. So go ahead and read about whatever it is I'm doing or thinking these days, you bastards. Oh, and about the Cloy Harlequin, look it up yourself.
The End.

I am trying to change the look of this "blog". If it doesn't work, I will hate computers a little more.

The first post. We shall see what becomes of this.