*Sniff Sniff

It appears that my fortune is running dry. My total school life could be a complete waste in that I didn't give into it enough. I remember all those all nighters I pulled to barely pass my exams and meet the deadline. I never actually had a sufficient amount of sleep. If I could go back in time, I would have tried a more rigorous major. I think that I didn't put enough of my time and effort into this major. It feels like that it doesn't match my criteria.

I'm looking for a different way of living, besides dwelling inward with just ideal assumptions. I loved video games and researching on how to build the best computer with my money so being a computer scientist would the best career choice for me. I could try to be like Bill Gates and make a whole ton of cash. I thought it was all wonderfully planned out, but things weren't just following through for me.

Just More Randomness

1. My mom is becoming good at Sudoku. Sudoku is a game where you match unique numbers 1 to 9 in nine rows and columns and 3 by 3 boxes.

2. I feel very solemn at the moment for some pretentious reason.

3. I wish that I could write with more inspiration. Today, I felt a lot of it by attending church services.

4. Who cares about confessing yourself, but reflecting on stupidity online?

5. You know, there is no need for me to leave my quarters to attend a book store or library for study, if my own room has a spacious desk.

Wakes of Genius

Personal anthem to the progress-ables.
Touch of light to sharpening iron.
Drops of purity to stainless steel.
Antagonists from the lake of fire,
Enraging with lustful power and hatred.

O wake thyself, come back to the meek light.
Tests of courage and honorable badges of acceptance.
Ignore the indiscernible, find thine spiritual shield.
To what Is, open up the gates of insurmountable hearts.
Fly higher than any enemy with the wings of God!

Naughty Days

Temperamental situations unfolding itself,
Wallowing whiskers and a frown on a bunny's face.
Slivery tongues that are savvy to the entertain-able.
Wages made a little too short on a full day's end.
Cloche me this, cloche me that; it's livelihood.
Sensible breaches to the logistical head with beautiful sight.

What's your typing speed?

My typing speed is not so hot. Some think 66-70 words per minute is pretty high. I'm not so sure about that. I do make a lot of mistakes though. My typing speed is sufficient enough for me to hit the backspace key a lot. I have done quite of blogging now. This is like my 315th post in about two years. I'm trying to reach 360 mark. Looks like I'll be hitting it sometime soon, if I remain consistent enough.

How can one practice for a typing test? It's really good to warm up your fingers with crazy phrases. It really helps to get your mind working for that big promotion. If you go on your favorite search engine and type in typing test, you'll get plenty of links to go take a free typing test. Nowadays, a smart computer user just needs to type in what he is looking for on a search engine, and surely enough it pops up.

I really like services like Amazon and Froogle (Google's experimental engine). I also enjoy lots of other e-business things such as Ebay and Pricewatch.com, which really help ease how much you spend your money.

Alright, I just went off tangent with today's topic but what the heck, it's so much fun to type whatever the heck I feel like typing. Have a nice day!

Eeeee!

I have lots of stuff to do.
Keeping self occupied.
Always things to do, boredom shouldn't kick in.
Friends busy as well, me too incompatible.

Millions of drawbacks, I see.
Fear of nothingness, quitting so easily?
Have school today, almost forgot.
Priority looking not so straight.

My business is great, glorifying my God.
Believing in things fleshly humanoids can't handle.
Feelings of being in advantageous situations.
Personal strength comes from my weaknesses.

Feels sort of like eternity

Minutes wasting by, sitting at my desk.
Outside the window, a sight to behold.
Life is strolling down the nasty alley.
Intelligence over incapacitated body.

Prior wisdom that causes setbacks.
Focusing on other things for distractions.
Repentance over poor transgressions.
Minuscule changes to greet better circumstances.

Betta aquarium w/ mini heater

I received a new mini heater via fast shipping. Total price with priority mail shipping was under $14.

The Betta took an unexpected pace of life once I installed the thermostat. I notched it up to maximum heat it could emit. The atmosphere changed a little by noticing the cap was fogged up. Keep in mind this aquarium is about 1.5 gallons, and I'm taking the liberty to raise two male beauties.

To elaborate on one success, there's a compartment to separate them. The shape is in a combination of two 3/4 gal aquariums. Despite the lack of tank water, it suits nicely on my messy desk. My original intention was to keep the desk organized and get me up to maintain wildlife. Surprisingly, the power gives off a banal scent to nicely baked toast to help jump-start the early morning. I'm glad the seller advertised it as a non-immersible thermostatic heater. The 50 watts of heated power packs a punch to my puny aquarium. This heater is amazingly good for up to ten gallons, I'm assuming it should be submerged.

I sure feel like one heck of a child abuser to these fish by limiting their space though. If these survive my mediocre, expected life expectancy, I will be sure to marry at least one of them off. I will provide a bigger aquarium so they can swim to their apartment and office simultaneously.


The downside is no numbered dial to this product, which I was hoping for. Here's the description:

ELITE MINI THERMOSTATIC HEATER

* 50 Watts
* 6" (15 cm)
* Ideal for small fresh or salt water aquariums
* Accurately maintains aquarium temperature
* Sure-Grip rim attachment
* One year guarantee (through the manufacturer)
* NON-SUBMERSIBLE

Accurately maintain water temperature in fresh and saltwater tanks! Their "Sure-Grip" frame attachment and compact size fit most standard aquariums. Convenient pilot light lets you see when the unit is on. Non submersible.

PRODUCT #: A-731
MANUFACTURER'S SUGGESTED RETAIL: $9.90

Photo of my beta aqaurium

Tada, post #310

If I keep up with this enthusiasm, I'll reach my goal of 365 or better yet 366 on a leap year! Alright, that didn't make any sense. I'm still a little tearful from my last post, getting a little emotional in fact. What should I write about today, how my sister's roommates look hot?! Or it could be about freeloading off their overstocked fridge. Yeah, I'm living the high life. It's just plain cool decent people try to be nice, and you can take advantage by asking for free goods. I've met a few retarded people and have actually needed to get fed up with them. I'm not talking learning retarded, but more like them annoying me as an ass. Those were the good old college days and living with that roommate who seems to always ruin the fun for you.

Passing Professor

I received an e-mail today from Cal Poly Pomona that Dr. Peter Laszlo died. I'm not sure what to really think of it. It's really sad that I thought he was a young and energetic man with freakish gray hair. All I can really hope is that his family was filled with inspiration from him. I'm a little saddened that life just passes on so quickly. Just a little touched that I'm not supposed to take the good things in life for granted. I've heard mixed feelings about him from staff and other students. I'm guessing that he ended up going to the wrong side of the road. Boy, my writing is so lousy because I'm not throwing out junk that I shouldn't keep.

Things that Count

People, houses, cars, jobs, hobbies, education, food, clothing, drinking water, clean air, sun, comfort, intelligence, confidence, satisfaction, happiness, love, selflessness, meekness, health, rest, prayers, beliefs, order, peace, and harmony

Dang

Dang! My professors treated me as a celebrity, except for one. Nice guys, most of them all were. I think if I lose 20 pounds now, I will be a lot more active and smarter.

Running Out of Ideas

Gee, I've written almost 365 posts.
Never thought it would be so hard to post everyday.
It's like thinking to yourself that you could read the Bible everyday.
Relaxation and tolerance to frustration, very key to success.
Weak-minded and unbuffed up, thinking gone out of extremes.

A know nothing, catching on slowly type of person.
Connecting on to people's output streams.
Processing my deliberations, delivering the goods.
Catching and then throwing personal jealousies.
Personally, things are a little out of whack.

Reserved individual, tired of unmerciful scolding.
They attack the sensitive region of my body.
Letting out my own steam, detracting myself.
Too much differences and conflicts.
Lots of major issues, a harsh learning environment.

Complaints and many more of them coming soon,
To a living room near them.
Sporty oppositions.
Fight, fight, fight.
School's alma mater.
The end.

New Heart

Frustrating moments, unbearable so too bad.
Emotional problems this one person has.
Knowledge or confidence in self beaten senseless.
Walk of life through a new bourne humbleness.
Acceptance of past misdeeds, ignorance thrown out.

My Retirement From Video Games

Active on service all my life.
Diligent soldier swiftly blasted off to the skies.
Arms and legs badly bruised and burnt off.
Partially decapitated, stiff-back and neck at my retirement party.
Arms tied in a knot like I was in a straight-jacket.

My pronunciations are nothing but babble.
"Buh buh, viv gamma whorl," I've had a phenomonal blast.
I jetted up in excitment and finished off the enemy.
Bye bye video game world.

Not Bad

Hah, hugs and kisses, eww...
Inner sighs of lifeless loves.
Boredom that hits with a killing streak.
Locked in a personal cage, all from one's choices.
Head which uses air should remain still.

Body that adjusts to survival, to standards.
Unique individuals, gifted senses, the envied.
Vacation in all the four seasons, trouble-making!
Web of ebb to a dweeb like me-ca-bob.
Kidding around, basically joking about my aimlessness.

Bah

It's 3:30 am and I just feel like writing about something. I'm not very well polished and centered with good writing. It's all good, just think happy and positive. You know, writing about bollucks and seeing the possibility that people will read it gives me the runs. I'm not centering in on a good topic and not even doing this with any point in mind. Breaking it down into little pieces, my life is centered around being successful in a nutshell. I want everything and yet to hold it all back. I'm a youngster and developing my brain, my environment is suited for me to speak up. I feel like I'm writing naive sentences, I just want to write rich and in fine detail like well-woven linen. I want to make sense in something that I do. I don't want to be ashamed of what I've become nor afraid to accept my weaknesses. All of us can know only seven things at once, imagine what survival of the fittest does to us. Seven is such a holy number and well-favored throughout history. Ancient sages formed together the seven wonders of the world. It is also a lucky number to many people.

Unordered Reasons #1

Procrastination has its value, well sure it gives us more time to munch entertainment and chit-chat with our love bird. To address a stupid scope of things (my excuse to be off-centered), sometimes descriptions can be very funny when confirmed visually from a context. Does it mean that I'm just plain stupid for making a little thing longer than it seems with words? Probably so, in that my writing really sucks. I don't mind the attention that I receive from strangers, who critically tear me to pieces. Reading about people's complaints are so funny. One of the professors at my former university lives on a wheelchair and wrote a public letter, which you could search on Google. It's basically a very detailed and long description about his displeasure going on a cruise. I actually went to this guy's lecture, and here I was reading this freaking well-written letter when in fact his grammar was so lousy to his students. I couldn't help but laugh when he was literally describing himself on a wheelchair. Here's this guy who brings up so well-argumented ethical discussions, but now that I think of it, it could just be centered on trying to not be asonine with his complaints.

Believe me, I hate other's people comedy and I'm like so egotistical about my funniness but sometimes can't help it. People don't really laugh when I think it's funny, don't know why. Maybe I'm just a left-handed, farfetched imbecile who believes in joking with good manners. People like literally take me seriously and at some ends, they totally disregard my comments. There's also this case where if I say stuff, people laugh at me when I'm not in a jokeful mood. It doesn't hurt now, and I held it in for so long. I get a lot of chances to be straight-forward, mainly on the telly. I guess that kind of interaction is meant for practical stuff, but on the outside surface with everybody, it's just plain cool to be yourself.

Corny life

Computer games, my addiction.
Dumb as it sounds, a gamer on the run.
Piano music that pains every living soul.
Horrific banging noises to life's most delicate pieces.
Just one game per day, not five-hundred cigarettes in a day.
To be the very best at time-management.

Results that are worth knowing,
Hackers that ruin deceptively good-looking software.
No payment by regulars but dumb merchants.
City of this great place for strikers.
Movement of medicinal dosages with stupid games.

Computers, technologies, what's the use?
Only to bring more misery in this God-forsaken world.
Its number-crunching brings in more harder problems to solve.
Ignorance that was once valued, but not anymore because of machines.
Hail to the machine king!

Liver swapping, heart doners, machine givers!
Side-effects and protections of complaints.
River-dancing til noontime, hazing the new Sundance kid.
Reaping rewards of nothing but bittersweet treats.
My sobbing lives on forever.
Places of refuge-that old friend's treehouse.

Ding, ding, ding.
My doorbell just rang.
Click, click, click on the mouse.
Drive yourself away, change your pace.
Freedom at last from my laments.