Vacation Quota Filled

Having eaten a late night bowl of wonton noodle soup, brushed the fine layer of dust off my laptop, picked the dead cricket off my carpet, I am now ready to say, “I’m back from Oregon!”

I promise you I will tell you all about my trip later, but for tonight, I’ll just stick with the mail that welcomed me home:

How is it that a school gets the right to force us to go to a studio for our yearbook photos? There must be some serious corruption there to send us to a place that sucks $20 just for the sitting.

That was bad enough, and I wasn’t going to order something that I could take and retouch myself, but the studio decided that it would take the liberty to send us some proofs. And then demand that we return them, because somehow the pictures of us was their property (someone explain to me how that works), and also lack the courtesy to include a prepaid envelope. They did leave a cheery reminder to remember the postage!


August 6, 2010 at 9:47 PM 2 comments

Smart Phones, Dumb People

People do stupid things on Facebook, like post pictures of themselves getting wasted, starting chain notes, forcing themselves to make up something they like about people they don’t like who liked their status that said “Like this status and I will tell you something I like about you” (classic example of how the more popular you are, the stupider you are because that means you’ll have to make something up for everyone who thinks they have to pretend know you), and last but far from least, making events that say “New iPhone, numbers please.”

Unless they are just trying to brag about their new Glamorphone, which is insensitive because I don’t even have a phone, this is stupid on a number of levels.

First of all, welcome to the 21st century. Phones today have Bluetooth. Don’t tell me I have to suffer my mom’s constant lectures about how all this radiation crap is going to kill me for nothing. Is it that hard to transfer your contacts? My goodness, here you are preaching about Apple, and for all its proprietary holier-than-thou philosophy, Apple at least can back of its claim that all of its products work together, use an address book or something to sync.

I mean, even if you had to input every number from your old phone by hand, it’s the same effort as copying all of them off the computer. So while you think you’re being lazy, you’re actually just being stupid. The genuinely lazy people (like myself) find efficient shortcuts.

This post could use some touching up, but I’ve finally gotten a post out after 2 months. Moufflets is back for the moment.

July 31, 2010 at 8:02 PM Leave a comment

Making My Mark

In elementary school, nobody cared about our signatures. To the grown-up world, it didn’t mean anything and it wasn’t worth anything. It’s sorta like “Click here to agree to these terms and conditions.” I’m pretty sure those EULAs wouldn’t hold up in a court of common sense. I mean who actually reads them? Not even the lawyers I bet.

But now that we’re in high school, we have to sign every last thing. Even those stupid syllabuses all the teachers make up just for the hell of it. And then expect us to refer back to it for some final project we’ll forget about by … finals.

But to sign things, we have to make up a signature in the first place. Unfortunately, my name is rather boring. I have no fancy “y”s or “g”s or capital “L”s to end with a flourish. Half of the letters look exactly the same once you combine the inherently messy nature of signatures with my degenerative handwriting. When I see other people’s flowery sig’s with two-inch long streamers, I burn with jealously. I mean, I don’t even have any “t”s or “f”s to dash, nor an “i” or “j” to dot. Some how, my name only is cursed with the most boring combination of vowels and consonants. I mean seriously, each letter in my first name is worth exactly 1 pt each in Scrabble. Even “Bob” has a net worth higher than mine. And it has fewer letters too!

Granted, my name trumps yours any day, but it would be nice if it looked the part. I suppose I shouldn’t complain though. \I mean take a look at Ariel here. We sign our lives away everyday, but at least it’s not that painful.

By the way, knowing how to forge your parent’s signature is Good Bad Student 101. I mean, it’s okay if your parents are okay with w/e you’re signing, right? I have no idea how some people make it through 12 years of school without learning how.

May 7, 2010 at 8:43 PM 2 comments

Expressive Personalities

Once upon a time, cell phones were all the rage. Now, I don’t even see the point. Sooner or later, it’s going to be “Sry I cnt tlk” as opposed to que [Justin Bieber ringtone] “Sorry, I can’t text. What did you want to say?” It’s hard to say why people don’t just have a text-only device.

Anyways, in this world of texting and instant messaging, emoticons have become our faces. Even on Facebook, there’s no better way to depict how we’re feeling in real-time.

But like our faces, our usage of smilies (smileys? smiles?) take on certain a…certain uniqueness. While it’s a stretch to say no two smilers? (I’m making this up as I go) are alike, since we only have so many smiley’s possible until we add new letters, you’ll have a certain way of smiling.

For instance, I like to go =]. Or =[.

OthersĀ  like to use the graphical ones such as the one available on AIM and other IM clients.

Still others go (:, which forces me to turn my head the other way. Maybe they like the colon but don’t like how AIM autochanges them to pictures.

At any rate, usage differs. I’ve tried out XD a few times, but it doesn’t quite fit me for some reason. Others like to go QQ or T_T (what does this even mean?). If there’s one annoying smiley out there I’ll have to go with o.o, in all bra sizes. A little dirty there, but you can O.O at that. Yeah, that’s right Jason. It’s annoying. Not everything is a shock.

So believe it or not, you can develop a smiley personality.

By the way, trying drawing a straight line across your keyboard from the equal sign to the enter. You can spam =]’s really fast. Thanks David for the tip.

UPDATE 2010/04/28
Ivana says T_T is supposed to be crying. The slits (vertical lines) are tears and the slants (horizontal) are Asian eyes.

UPDATE 2010/04/29

April 26, 2010 at 5:25 PM 1 comment

Out of Context

School systems are so notoriously out of date these days, between history classes, VCRs, and textbooks actually made of paper. You would think that in this day and age they might place a little more emphasis and technology classes. But what can you expect. The administration is always full of the last generation. Humanity will always be one step behind itself.

Okay, I’m getting a little too profound for my own liking. Or do I just flatter myself? But seriously. So after a long Spring Break of well, break, it’s time to get back to work, partly because someone reminded me of some synthesis essay that was assigned last minute for English. What the heck is a synthesis essay anyways? (That’s how I got reminded, because we’ve never done one in class before.)

“Develop a position about whether the American Dream is able to be attained today.”

Sources to use: the Great Gatsby, Raisin in the Sun, and other assorted poems from last century. That’s right. Last century. What good is something from last century to me in deciding whether or not we can make it today’s world? Learn from the past, but I don’t remember college being such a big deal in the 1940’s.

Well, I’m sure I can twist the facts to write something about nothing to answer the prompt. Always have.

April 10, 2010 at 9:37 PM Leave a comment

Abrupt Endings

Actions speak louder than words.
Emphasis duly noted. You drive me crazy.

April 3, 2010 at 6:20 PM 1 comment

Ramblings No.003

Okay I’m gonna stop bothering with the apologies, since I assume you all understand why I can’t post.

So, what’s up? Chemistry is getting inexplicably harder. Must be because we’re getting tested for paranoia level. I think my teacher hired a lawyer to write the tests. Only they can manage to make the questions (and answers) so befuddling. I’m certain actual AP questions are a little more straightforward. Also, mysterious points are disappearing at a rate that would make accountants go crazy. Oops, you forgot a unit there. How about writing your period number, something redundant since we’re all associated with a hotel room. I’m in period five, and my number happen to be 509. Finally, my labs are going down the drain like so much sink-safe chemicals, all because I’m never there at lunch to normalize my answers with everybody else. First semester was so easy. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

I’ve also picked up on a few paradoxes for you guys. ASB wants us to help with their weekly recycling. Here’s their pitch: “Come help us recycle! You get hours for them, and the more people who come, the faster it goes.” Also, this one organization I’m applying for has an anonymous paper application round, so anything you put that might identify yourself results in a disqualification. One question on the application asks you to tell them what sets you apart from other applicants. Who said being average is bad?

And for all you people who cite legitimate and pathetic excuses (like going to church on Friday as if you didn’t waste enough time on Sundays) to not go to cancer club’s comedy show, I thought you learned your lesson last year. Like then, this year’s was AWESOME. Even middle schoolers know better. I’ll see you at Relay for Life, where you’ll probably be with some random club that whimsically decided to participate for the heck of it instead of actually joining the cancer club.

Funerals. Religious aspects, whatever, I suppose I can respect if I really tried. But if the deceased wasn’t religious at all, don’t impose one upon him. And if you still must, don’t make it Buddhist. Especially if it’s suggested by some random fanatic (see camera pimp). It’s really pathetic to have an entirely family bullied by someone who’s just an in-law. And if you do, don’t expect me to stay awake all through the several half hour-plus sessions of chanting that:

  1. means nothing to me because I can’t understand it
  2. probably means nothing to the monks, who are
    • capitalistic (don’t even get me started on this)
    • can’t understand it because it probably hasn’t survived the translation from Hindu or w/e
  3. means nothing to the deceased, who isn’t religious at all and probably can’t understand it
  4. occurs approximately during 1st and 6th period, my most lethargic periods of time.

You know you’re bored when you realize that it’s in 4/4 time. They could have gone 2/2 time and cut straight to the coda after awhile, and nobody (not even that crazy woman who suggested it), would know the better. I may never have been close to him, but I can respect the man. Perhaps I shouldn’t have nodded off, but that’s the result of being a junior and listening to droning that guarantees rest, although perhaps not peacefully.

April 2, 2010 at 9:57 PM 1 comment

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