Restaurants lead to traumatic childhood experiences

It's one thing to sit in a hundred square foot buffet with about fifty serving staff and seating for ten more than the serving staff. And then there's that one restaurant that's about a thousand square feet and has seating for fifteen times more people than the serving staff which number about a hundred. Most of them were poorly dressed, probably paid minimum wage, and couldn't speak English well. So there was a communication barrier in some instances with them like when this happened.

waiter: So what driss you want?
us: Uh, could you repeat that, please?
waiter: What dress do you want?
us: I'm afraid that I don't understand. Could you repeat this?
waiter: What dress do you want?
father: I don't get it....
mother: I think she means what dressing do you want.
father:But honey, we're in a buffet.
mother: Well, are you saying dressing?
waiter: No, what dress do you want?
us: You mean drinks?
waiter: No, dress!
us: Three waters please.
waiter: ok

It took us a while to figure out what she was saying. Dress doesn't sound anything like drinks, no offense. To make matters worse, We're sitting across from a group of ghetto gangster wannabes. The type who think it's cool to swear every minute and have their pants hanging down at their knees and burp with gusto. So while they're being all gangster-ish, I'm cringing in the corner wincing with every word coming out of their mouth and praying for someone from above to GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE.
But my folks being as oblivious to this as they are keep eating and laughing and joking, not noticing that I'm visibly paling with nervousness and apprehension. We had come in during rush hour on a weekend eve, with their seating for a thousand completely filled up and a crowd of milling people around the desk numbering about thirty plus. And some sat on the edge of a big wishing pond complete with running water and dead fish. The bottom was covered in coins that had probably been thrown in there by employees hoping for a raise. And then there were the kids who liked dipping their hands into the water and disturbing the motionless fish to make them move and look like they were alive for their entertainment. But I digress. The poor waiters had to provide loaves and fishes for the multitudes and it was in plentiful. And the smell was overwhelming.

Scarred? Yes. For life? Most definitely.

Did you have any such traumatic experiences as a child?

Sigh......

When the unfathomable chasm of boredom is yawning in front of you, you have no choice but to jump in or risk being attacked by some unknown ferocious force of a chaotic whirlwind of adrenaline unless you prefer that. So here I am on a Saturday night sitting and writing to an invisible audience and hoping that whatever stuff comes out of this end is worth reading. Since Facebook hates me to the point that they've disabled my now nonexistent account, you'll have to keep updated on this. Boo hoo, I know. Sucks for me.
I woke up this morning with the attitude of one who is ready to take on the world, and ended the day as deflated as a mentally unstable person probably spends their entire day. So you can see that the sneaky hate spiral has done its job.
If I lose my sanity in the coming weeks, I'll probably write everything out on this blog because it's my only way of letting others on terra firma THAT I EXIST! Hey, maybe I should make a youtube account. Nah, to much work. Anyway, back to my problems. Half of my weekend is spent sitting at the computer these days. I need to actually get up from the chair. Every time, I think "This is it, I'm actually going to get up and take on the world!" And then a shiny new Youtube video catches my eye and I end up spending another hour watching the recommended videos that come up at the end.
Have you ever had that feeling when a great idea leaps into your mind, you spend five hours writing it down, and then you're burned out and nothing more comes to you? That's happened quite a lot lately. Either my brain is hotwired to some defunct creativity machine that turns on every week or so for a few hours, or I'm losing my mind.
Did you hear, Whitney Houston is dead! NOOOO! Not that I really knew her, but a sad loss to the music world.

So my question of the day is:
What do you do when you're bored out of your mind?

Super Bowl Mania

I'm not insane, if you're wondering. Just down with a case of SUPER BOWL MANIA! No, I'm joking. Ok, fine, I watch it ocassionaly, mostly for the commercials, and I am rooting for the Pats this year. So it's going to be beginning really soon, so I want to get this over with.
I am not a die hard fan. I won't be willing to stand outside the stadium 24 hours before the game actually starts or drive to Indy three weeks before Sunday. Somehow this once a year craze seems to have the nation in its grip every February. Guys buy giant foam fingers and cheese hats and a big bucket of KFC wings. Women roll their eyes sarcastically at their husbands and peek at the football players out of the corner of their eyes and wonder why they're stuck with the big fat office jerk that their husband is.
I prefert to continue living normally, thank you very much. I'm content to living without hearing moans and groans and screaming and yelling going on downstairs. And I like having some more peace and quite to write this entry in. BTW, have you checked out Hyperbole and Half yet? You should. Allie Brosh is what I aspire to be in life but probably never will be due to the lack of a creative spark. If there's ever someone you want to look for a good laugh in, she's the lady.
In other news, some people I know won't stop fighting over who's going to win. Every day, it's "No, the Patriots are going to win." "No there not!" "Yes they are!" "No!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes!". You get the idea. I swear, they won't be able to get along until the end of the big game and then some. If I honestly thought that a Giants and a Patriots fan could live together in peace a week to the big game, I would be crazy.
This may be a really short entry because I really can't think of anything substantial to write about other than what I've already said. So I'll sign off with a QOD

Who do you want to win the SuperBowl?

Mid Week Update

It's not really mid week anymore, but I'll fill you guys in since I'll be busy on weekends.
1. Don't study for three exams that are on the same day the night before. You can't do anything good. I hadn't really wanted to tell anyone, but oh well, I guess I paid for it.
2. Noticed a trend with my grades recently. At the beginning of the year, they're usually pretty high, a pluses and stuff. Second term, ok, a little lower, a's. Third term I'm bombing it. It's the low As and high Bs. I hate this. Fourth term, I'm completely in the B range. I can't get out of this pattern, no matter how hard I try! I study for three hours all night, and the end result is an eighty? What's wrong with me?
3. While some courses are following this trend, other grade averages are slowly getting better. This is what I hate about me. No matter what, I can't get out. Sigh, I hope it doesn't continue into later life during a mid life crisis.
4. I haven't been able to travel much lately. Not that I want to, but it would be nice to get out of the house once in a while.
5. I have a tournament on Friday about an hour away. I can't help but dread every time I go. Don't you just hate it when people pressure you to do things that you absolutely hate doing? Those are just some of the people who live under the same roof.
6. Tiredness can really bog you down. If you haven't read Journeys Through Tiredness, then you should read it to understand what I'm talking about.
7. Friends are good in down times. Check out my friends' blog at Beyond My Imagination and Sakura Manga. Their really cool and make me feel happy.
8. Tournaments shouldn't be on Fridays. They kill especially after a day outside of the house and listening to people talk about stuff you really don't want to know or learn about.
9. Never tell someone their fat. Doesn't matter what your religion/ethnicity believes. Don't ever tell someone outright that they're fat. Or look old. It's an insult to some, so be wary of where you tread.
10. Quotes are stupid. Some are funny, some are sad, most are stupid. That's why I have Stupid Quotes as our link of the day.

Now the QOD for Today is:

Did your grade average go through a phase like mine?

Governor of Moonlandia!!

Recently (ok, maybe not that recent) GOP presidential candidate Newt Gingrich opted for a US moon colony at the end of his second term. Here's the video, it explains itself.

  I mean, seriously? We can't even break out of orbit anymore. Here are a couple of reasons why we shouldn't and currently DON'T have a moon base.

1. Funding. For obvious reasons, NASA's budget has been cut due to us owing a significant amount of money to China and everyone else. Our pockets are shallow and so is our creative spark. Ok, you can compare your self to Lincoln and Kennedy about transcontinental railroads and a man on the moon. We're turning the linings of our pockets inside out and I don't think that'll be enough to creat a colony on the moon, of 13000 or some people.

2. The sheer impossibility of it. No one is going to survive for a period of time longer than three days on the moon, let alone their whole entire life. And since when did scientists figure out how to grow food that needs no natural sunlight and energy or water? We can't just transport it all there every week. We might as well colonize Mars, at least that place has water. (Mars needs moms)

3. You're on a time limit, Gingrich. The end of your second term. That is considering if you're elected and people like you long enough to vote for you again, and if you can get a moon base built in eight years, which is highly unlikely. Does anyone notice all the ifs I'm putting in? Some stuff is easier said than done. And if the moon colony is created, we all think that Newt will call it Moonlandia and retire to be its governor, hence the title.


So that ends the reasoning of a moon base by the end of 2020, which brings us to our QOD:
Do you really think it's even possible, and if it is, do you think anyone can survive up there for more than a year?

I like stars better.

Journeys through tiredness

I'm half asleep so don't be suprised if my post is a bunch of mindless ramblings about whatever pops into my head.
First off, nothing desbribes the feeling of seeing someone you haven't seen in two, almost three years. It's suprising that once you actually see them, they are totally different than what you expected. And then they see you and you're exactly the same and haven't changed a jot. Then you guys get back into the old groove of stuff and everything seems all sunshine and rainbows, until it's time to sign off the chat and go to bed. I miss those days where parents didn't monitor your sleep habits or demand you to go to bed. Those were the good old days.
Second. It's agonizing, waiting for a result of some important interview, one month after you actually take it and then finding out that they haven't decided if they should hire you or not. Sucks to be the waiter, sucks even more to be the people who decide. That definitely isn't one of my top career choices.
Third, when the people who own this house and pay the mortgage get into an arguement, then sometimes it's better to disappear into the walls than listen to them through paper thin walls. And it's only Saturday. Sigh. I hate weekends.
And fourth, punishments are always to be avoided. I remember one of mine was to write five Chinese characters each fifty times. It's sad what the world has come to to make their children do their homework.
Butterflies are soft, and so is fabric softener. The teddy bear always creeped me out though. I mean, a stuffed animal that can talk in a disturbingly high voice and can move robotically? That would really scare the **** out of me. I really need to write something more substantial than this. Posts about my ramblings aren't going to score it with the big wigs up high. Speaking of which, I don't really get along with people. I always repel them, like a keep away people thing that you can hang in your car to keep others from stealing it. That would be cool. The house smells like lunch because we just had it (go figure) and Animaniacs should have been kept on air. I told you my brain would be going right about now.
Now this has something to do with my title. Tiredness does weird stuff to your mind. It feels like you're walking through an invisible fog and you start bumping into walls and doors. And then you feel like you can't move at all and your limbs are paralyzed. What others are saying makes absolutely no sense to you, and the brain filters things and jumbles them together in no organized order whatsoever. I don't really know if this is because you don't have the strength to do anything well at this point, or because we're extremely lazy beings, but bottom line is don't try to do anything when you're tired except sleep.

Grades and Stuff

In America, I don't mean to be racist or anything, we hold a different set of educational values, which are really good. We encourage our students to be their best with little praises and rewards. Like the time when I was eight and I hated reading. I was promised a toy of my choice if I read ten books. And I did, I got the prize and I haven't been able to stop reading. It's awesome. So here's the grading scale

A=Above average. You're already better than most of the students in your class, and keep up the good work

B=Better than most. You'll feel satisfied at the most with your grade. Hey, it's better than an F.

C=Could have done better. Your kinda falling out of the groove, and it would probably be a good idea to start picking up the pace and getting back into the game to improve

D=Done for. By this point, you have no say in life. Your parents are dictating and won't let you go out to the movies for a week with your friends
F=Fail. This is the time to start panicing. You'll probably get yelled at by your parents a little, and you'll promise to do better next time.
So this is pretty much the basic grading scale. But for our eastern neighboring counterparts, it's a whole different story. They upped the bar a smidgen higher, which is why Taiwan is always the number one best math in the world. Not that I have anything against it, it's just so much more different.

A=Average. All of the other Asian kids in your class are getting A pluses. Why aren't you?
B=Bad. At this point, you probably want to start panicing like crazy. A scolding from your parents will most likely endure, but that will be it.
C=Caesar (Julius) scenario. Julius Caesar was murdered by the people in the Roman Senate. You might suffer the same fate as him, or worse.
D=Dumbie. Branded for life, this is the time to have a meltdown. Now they'll turn the volume up. But this isn't the end of the line, you can get off the hook by telling them you will do better next time.
F=Failed (FOR LIFE). I need not say anymore.
So as you can see, life is different. Many of us aren't even aware of it. This may be one of the seemingly more sober posts, but trust me, it's not. I can write really depressing stuff if you want me to. But I digress. My job is to keep this invisible crowd happy. None of what I said above was meant to be racist, and the grading scale is not completely accurate.

My QOD (question of the day) is this:
Where do you do your homework?