Useless Quirks 101.

Well, it has come to my attention that I have a strange quirk; I have the tendency to have pure, unadulterated rage when someone insults me. 


Now now, before you say "But Steph, EVERYONE has that quirk."


I don't care if just anyone insults me. I take it as is and throw a snarky comment topped with "your mom" right back at them. But when someone starts rubbing my most current mistake in my face (whether or not it was intentional), it really irks me. Especially more so if it's a (seemingly) small fault and I'm rushing to correct it - all the while they tell me my rushing won't do any good when if you think it through, it will. 


It boils my blood, it truly does. I don't know why; it makes me want to punch dolphins. 
... It's THAT bad. (See my subliminal The Oatmeal reference? Oh yeah, I get some.)


Anyway. Random rant about myself over. 


Need to learn how to tame tendency of overreacting and raging. Note taken.

I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me,

Very nerdy, I know, but give it a listen if you're trying to find something a little more... emotional? As compared to our generation's pop obsession, anyway. "Baby, baby, baby oh, I'mma tell you one time, it's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday."
Yes, my title comes from said song. DA2's only voiced song off the soundtrack, but damn if it wasn't AMAZING during the credits. Probably the only thing I can get anyone who ISN'T a nerd/music-nut-who-appreciates-something-without-lyrics to listen to off this track, but whatever. 
GAMING IS GOOD STUFF.


I really can't get my head in the game. Well, I mean, it's in THAT game... But it's not in our game, y'know?
Real life just doesn't have that fizzle, crackle pop, no matter how I try and look at it. 
There's no epic music from this amazing orchestra playing, or some Grammy/Emmy/Whatever winning composer whenever a new setting, character or event is introduced. 
And... you know what I mean. It's just not up to par. Darn you, media. Your trope-filled creations have changed me. 


I guess that's all I really wanted to say. Point of the post: I wanted to use that song as a title, BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING BADASS.


Okay, I'll stop spazzing now. Cya.

I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough, I'm like, forget you.

I like to pretend that I'm distantly related to Jason Chen. He's got such an amazing voice. TALENT. WINNING.

Yes, I've had too much Charlie Sheen. I'll make my title for the next post one of his quotes. Promise.

Reading The Outsider now. Trying to finish it up before 9 so I can try and sleep (this post is NOT helping). I know I've got Chemistry and Biology homework due tomorrow or something. Just minor edits and whatnot and I'll be done, so I can't be bothered being worried, unfortunately. Spanish by Tuesday... Geez. 

This is what happens when I game too much. Almost makes me feel as if it's definitive that I'll pursue something related to gaming; what with how much passion I have. Easily spent over 40 hours - I think, I'm too lazy to check my save file - just playing Dragon Age 2 over the past two or three days. Man, what an experience. 

Portal 2 is coming out soon. I should be studying, I really should. But how can I, when none of it really matters? I suppose I shouldn't think of it in such a way. How negative. But I swear, this book has a horrible effect on me. Protagonist is one antiheroic, apathetic son of a gun that I can unfortunately, relate to. Not by much, but there's the connection all the same. 

Super stoked for the games this year. Not as stoked for my future. It's not a epiphany, per say, but I do still want to relay that I know life will NEVER be as exciting as I wish it to be. No matter how I try, no matter how I mold it - I can never coincidentally bump into an amazing hellcat who shares my interest while still changing me with conflicting ideals an- SEE. SEE HOW I DREAM?

WHY DO I TAUNT MYSELF WITH FRIVOLOUS IMAGININGS? 

Bah. I've spoken enough.

Also. Facebook. Breeding grounds for stalkers. 

I swear, in the future, murder and rape'll be the norm. People'll ask: Why them? How could they track him/her down? What did s/he do to deserve this serial killer hunting her down?

Facebook.

Oh. And Twitter'll have been in a shotgun wedding with said evil. 

"@LilyKiller Did you see my latest killz bro? HEADSHAWT."

"@JasonWannaIS Yeah, that was sweet. Just killed @SamanthaTheWhore because she talked too much."

"@LilyKiller Oh, wasn't she the floozy you stalked and charmed on Facebook?"

"@LilyKiller @JasonWannaIS Om nom nom gaiz."

"@OMnivore You ate @LilyKiller 's latest conquest?"

"@JasonWannaIS Yeah I did! Blondes taste funky. Must be the marijuana. @RickyPoliceMan You need to start cracking down on the pot circulation again. Oh. By the way, you'll never catch me alive, copper!"

"@OMnivore You sick son of a bitch."

"@RickyPoliceMan That's not what you said last night at the party. We've got proof - FACEBOOK'D."

... I got carried away.

You gotta admit though, that'd be a pretty interesting roleplaying game.

ANYWAY. Later. 

BROWN THE BROWN BROWN.

HEY WHAT UP PEOPLE-WHO-STILL-READ-MY-DEAD-BLOG-WHICH-THEY... DON'T.

So in actual context - HEY WHAT UP SELF? HOW YOU DOING.

I AM DOING GREAT.

YOU'RE QUITE AN EGREGIOUS PERSON.

WELL. THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT GREGARIOUS.

OOH. WOW.

... Cornucopia of "e" words, hey hey.

Brief update to say "hi", and to remind myself to blog. This should also appease Sherilyn and Kim, both of whom - if I remember correctly - politely reminded me that I needed to update this thing-o. 

I think I totally went off-tangent from the initial purpose of this blog. Oh well. 

'Twas supposed to be a daily thing, no? Ah, but alas, my failure to do so has once again proven that I am an INFP personality. (See how I just throw in random shit like that? Betcha anyone from St Margs'll find that fact very interesting. Ooh, Steph's an introverted, intuitive blahblahblah? Yeah, I am. It's actually quite accurate. Huh. 

http://www.personalitypage.com/INFP.html

It's a good read, if you're interested. I know, I know, it probably isn't you, but if you want to know more about me - or if you're trying to make cross-references/describing me to a near-T, I highly recommend looking at contents of that link. How... egoistical of myself. Quick, switch to modest/humble mode!

I SUCK. SO BAD, OH YEAH. WHO WANTS TO READ THAT? I DON'T KNOW. BUT IF YOU DO, I'M GRATEFUL. BECAUSE I'M HUMBLE.)

Alas. I've come to the precarious realization (yes. Precarious can be used in this context because it IS dubious) that hot people are marrying other hot people - specifically Hollywood people. And it seems as if they're... sticking together.

Hence precarious.

... That's not supposed to happen. Y'know?

I'm sorting out my life as we go along. Got my Extended Essay sorted. Really starting to work on all my other subjects (and I do mean ALL, senoritas). Trying to get into the mindset of working out.

Just reassessing my life, honestly. Got my goals in check. Just... Gotta find a way to climb that mountain.

Really miss Singapore and all its splendors right now. Oh, easy subjects, how thou is missethed. 

Reading The Outsider by Albert Camus now, by the way, for anyone who's curious. 

Next book for Higher Level English. Just got to page 13 before I was... distracted by a Youtube video of a cat begging for food. I have to admit, so far, I'm pretty enraptured. Quite postmodern, from what I can tell. It feels better than fucking Chronicles of a Death Foretold, anyway.

And yeah, we're done with Perfume. Man, that was a pretty good run in class. The movie doesn't really do it much justice.

But I digress. Have to finish reading The Outsider by next week, when we get back to school. Until then, I'll be trying to pull my pants up.

And to apologise for my dreadfully delayed blogpost - here's a picture of the pancake bunny.

IT'S SO FLUFFY YOU'RE GONNA DIEEE.