Glimmer of Light and Technical Intellectual Shit

I was talking to Anton about needing to hold on to that glimmer of light, that last piece of hope in order to survive MIT, and it's never been truer these past weeks. Every week since spring break has been rape after rape, but I've fought to survive, and I think I will still keep fighting. If you don't, you've already lost.

So far this weekend has been such a blessing. THE WEATHER HAS BEEN AMAZING! It was alsio nice to get some weight off my shoulder on Friday. And Saturday has probably been the best day in weeks. I went to the regional prerelease of Alara Reborn at the Hynes and had a blast. The new set is a lot of fun, and I WON THREE BOOSTERS! I think this might have been the first time I won something at a competitive MTG event (I don't go to many...). Dude, after the prerelease, I was skyHigh (starcraft reference guys... search TLPD). I then went to the Benfold/Sarah Bareilles. It was awesome. The set changes were soooooo freaking long, and the opening act almost put me to sleep, but the main attractions totally made up for it. Sarah had this fun spunky attitude and has such an amazing voice. Ben Folds might be the best showtime/live concertist I've ever seen. And he is so talented at the piano (and even turned it into a synth with Altoid tins and a distortion pedal). I just love bands that are actually TALENTED in music. My feet, thighs (wtf? but it's true), and lower back were fucked and my voice somehow became hoarse after the concert even though I didn't do any shouting (at least I dont think), but I had just a wonderful time.

I am so fucking thankful for this weekend...oh man... Let's see what Sunday brings...

P.S. Is this the return of the blog? (don't get your hopes up ;))

I dunno why I'm blogging so much now...

Note to self: When your throat itches the slightest bit, DRINK A FUCKLOAD OF WATER.

because having a cold sucks... and ruins your game (ok.. bad joke)

Usual progression of the common cold through Feng Wu's body: itchy throat, sore throat/mucus in throat, mucus travels to nose/nose get clogged, nose becomes runny, booger dries up and blocks nasal cavity, boogers get removed, Feng is free again
addendum: occasionally, inset coughing pre-nasal, and fever post-nasal (the two are independent)

this methodic treatment of the symptoms of the cold makes me wonder if one can apply linear system analysis (read: linear algebra) to medicine

First Impressions

So I had this really awesome girl as my partner for 6.01 today, but I 1. had a cough/sore throat and my voice was somewhat hoarse 2. didn't have time to shower in the morning 3. in the rush to make it to 6.01 on time, grabbed the shirt I wore yesterday. First impression fail.

Stuff

As I procrastinate more and more... I decided to do update my blog. Here are three lumps of gold I found today when sifting through the sands of the Interent on the river of time:

Many male gamers approach the opposite sex with the same poise, grace, and tact as Gollum going after the One Ring.
- Pfisiar on the official MTG under the thread "Women in Magic"

To the depressed
Everyday you're beaten. Tossed into the ground. Forgotten. Unloved and unwanted.

Everyday you wake up. You go through the motions of the day. You strive toward being a better person, and shedding your ugly shell.

Maybe you just want a little. Maybe you want a lot. Maybe you want the whole damn world to beg forgiveness at your feet.

Do you deserve that? Do you deserve what you have now? You answer solemly, "no, I don't."

But you don't stop trying. You don't stop breathing, or kicking, or screaming every step of the way. You want the little things.

You want the special things.

You dream. You feel yourself enveloped in your desires. You keep reaching out to grasp it, but it's always too far away.

But you don't stop. No matter how far away, how painful, how frustrating, you keep reaching out.

Here is to impossible dreams, and chasing them anyway.

-Chef, Apr 22 2009 on TL

This is what I want to do you

You worm. You scum.

You with the fake smile, the ingenuine complements. The half-assed sentiments and who straight facedly misrepresents.

Why do you haunt me? Torture me? Send me into fits of agony?

Does it give you pleasure? Is it your self worth's measure?

Maybe it's not your fault. You're so sheltered in your ignorance vault.

But I hate you. Hate you and love you. Because you are me. You are my creation.

You are my wanton desire, my unstoppable temptation.

Fuck.
-Chef, Apr 22 2009

FML

I WANT TO DO WELL IN SCHOOL, I WANT TO SLEEP, I WANT TO GAME, I WANT TO SOCIALIZE AND NETWORK! BUT THERE'S NOT ENOUGH FUCKING TIME!