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So. I played Monkey Island the other day. It has got to be the most convoluted game ever created. No seriously, absolutely everything is a challenge, and the solutions are completely insane. Usually, the most obscure puzzles are for things that are absolutely inane; in order to escape from a snake's belly instead of simply cutting his belly open, you need to mix a flower you'd recently picked up with pancake syrup you found in the snake's stomach, creating a mix which causes the snake to throw you up. Call me crazy, but I love it. 

Anyways, in terms of new and exciting updates, not much has happened. I mean, school is an absolute nightmare but this always happens right before the holidays. We do nothing all of November and then the second we start preparing for the break we get loaded with assignments all due in the same week. Having my computer break down on me didn't help either.

So what exactly happened with my computer? Well sometime in November, I decided I wanted to try Ubuntu on my computer. I'd heard a lot of good things about it and my friend in New York was really good on a Linux, so I figured nothing drastic could go wrong. Installing it was easy, I just dual-booted it with Windows XP, the default OS we got with the computer. I liked Ubuntu, it was a nice change from XP with a lot of different features from Windows. I fooled around in Terminal, figured out all the basics to using a Linux machine, played around with the new programs, and transferred my work over. Now, the only problem with using Ubuntu was that I couldn't run my Windows programs in Ubuntu, and I couldn't transfer anything over from Ubuntu to XP (file types and such). After a while, I decided that Ubuntu was fun, but not quite for me. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved using it, just that I've been using XP all my life, and have grown quite familiar with it. When I switched to Ubuntu, all my previous knowledge was completely useless, and I had to re-learn everything. After about 2 weeks of Ubuntu, I decided to uninstall it. It was taking up a lot of space on my hard drive, and I was growing tired of it anyways. 

Now, my computer's hard drive is partitioned, meaning that it's split into two parts:  a C: drive (the root hard drive), and a D: drive (a section cut off from the main hard drive). This was done for protection issues: we save all our work and personal files to the D: drive, and all the school programs and such in the C: drive. So whenever we get a virus, our IT department at school can wipe the C: drive clean, and our work and personal files are completely unaffected. Linux requires a partition to function, so I partitioned my D: drive, alloting 5G for Linux. When I uninstalled Linux, I wiped the OS from the system and then needed to delete the partition. This is where things got dicey. None of the partitions were labelled. I deleted the 5G partition knowing that was Linux. Then another block appeared. It was 2G of free space just floating around my computer. Now, operating systems always do this, they create blocks of free space which they can use to run processes, and store temporary memory files. So I deleted that partition, thinking it was the block Linux created. I rebooted my computer and thought all was well. On startup, a couple of things happened. My programs didn't start up, that was odd. I thought it was just a random error, so I go into My Documents. Nothing happened. I go into My Computer and click on my D: drive. I get a message prompting me to format. This was bad, I couldn't access my D: drive. I go back into partition editor, and the 2G is still there. I had deleted my D: partition.  All my files, my programs, and my schoolwork was now floating around in the depths of my computer, unaccessible to me. I almost started crying. 

Now this is where I got smart. I downloaded a file recovery program (at a pretty hefty price I'll let you know) and ran a scan for data. There it all was, all my D: files inside my computer. I couldn't recover it just yet - I still needed to recreate the D: drive. I go back into the partition editor and set aside 15G for my D: files, naming the partition. I go back into the file recovery program, located my files and hit RECOVER. I glanced at the clock, noticed it was 2 in the morning, and went to bed, leaving my computer running. I woke up the next morning, and it was done. Everything was back to normal. I swore never, ever to mess with partitions again. 

More technical stuff!: my iPod broke. No sorry, I should be more specific. Not only did it break, it wiped all my music. Then, when I plugged it into the computer, it didn't connect. So essentially, it was a brick. Now here's the best part: I don't own a second copy of that music. I download soundtracks, load them up on my iPod, and then delete the files because they take up enormous amounts of space. It was a very, very long process of recovering my music. 

COMING UP NEXT: Hunters, school plays, and Christmas :3

Out vile spot! Oh wait here's my time machine. - Lady Macbeth on Deus Ex Machina 

Epic, but useless post

Wrote this for ToK, and I am goddamn proud of it. >:)    I PROMISE I'LL UPDATE SOON I SWEAR

When should we trust our senses to give us truth?

The immediate response to this question would be: how do you define truth? Truth is an incredibly broad concept, and so for the purposes of this essay I will be focusing in on an area of knowledge in which our senses are incredibly important – science. Scientific truth is based off of observation, and creating generalizations to form theories. Scientific truth is what is accepted to be true to the general public – in order for something to be accepted to be true is needs justification and experimentation; everything in science needs to have factual or observational proof. This being said, scientific truth is not absolute, because scientific truth relies on observation. There are a number of problems with observation, which I will discuss later on. In essence, our senses are subject to many different external and internal variables which can affect what we perceive. This doesn’t mean our senses will always lead us to false truth, only that our senses can be misleading. Therefore, our senses are never 100% reliable – there is always a chance they are wrong. In reference to the initial question, this means that we should never be able to fully trust our senses to give us scientific truth.

            Our senses are vulnerable to a number of external variables. Our senses all depend on external organs relaying sensory input to the brain; if these organs are harmed or obstructed our ability to observe is severely limited. This could be as simple as putting a blindfold on, to suffering from a stroke and not being able to feel on one side of your body. If this happens we lose our ability to, in the former example, see. If we are unable to see, how can we trust ourselves to make simple observations? We can’t – if we can’t observe thing properly, then our senses cannot lead us to scientific truth. Not only are our senses vulnerable to trauma and obstruction, but there are numerous diseases and conditions which affect our ability to perceive. Glaucoma, for example, is a disease which affects the eyes. It is a gradual process where the patient’s vision slowly diminishes – most patients do not know they are affected by it until it’s too late. My mother recently discovered she has glaucoma when she was driving, and noticed that she couldn’t see the passenger seat in her peripheral vision. In a scientific experiment, this could be catastrophic. Science relies on precision and detail; failing to notice, for instance, that all objects fall at the same rate means that we are not achieving scientific truth. The scientific truth would be that all objects fall at the same rate due to a force known as gravity; this fact has been clearly established throughout history and has yet to be proven wrong. The reason this is significant is because some of these diseases, like glaucoma, are not noticeable until we fail to observe something. By the time one notices this fact, our scientific truth is already incorrect. Now, in argument, one might say this is assuming we are merely using one way of knowing: sense perception. For example, I am partially blind and measure the height of a plant wrong. Instead, I could ask somebody else to measure it for me; I could try and compare its height with other objects and try and reason out what its estimated height could be; or I could simply know from experience that all sunflowers reach a maximum height of 3m. I still achieve scientific truth. This is true, there are other alternatives, but these alternatives are less likely to lead to scientific truth. Scientific truth is based off of observation – we know that Halley’s Comet comes once every 75 years because scientists see the comet and record it, which is accepted as scientific truth. Someone didn’t tell the scientists about Halley’s Comet and the scientists wouldn’t be able to reason out that the comet would return in 75 years. Observation is the most likely to lead to scientific truth.

            Our senses are also vulnerable to internal or mental variables. These ‘mental variables’ are internal conditions which affect perception. They could be described as internal biases to sensory information. Selective attentiveness is a term given to when we subconsciously filter out sensory information, essentially being able to block out noise and smells. We do this consciously, for example, in a school classroom. I know for me, I do not want to be constantly listening to the drone of the radiator. Our brains are able to read this thought and slowly block out sensory information. This is not done consciously of course; the second we think of the radiator we will start to hear it again. The brain also filters our information which it deems to be “unimportant”, like the radiator in this case. The reason this has negative implications is if our brains are constantly filtering through information without us knowing, then we can never trust ourselves to be observing every detail. For example, there are certain ranges of sound that our ears can not usually hear; people under 18 can’t usually hear frequencies over 22 kHz unless we concentrate on the sound.[1] If this is relevant to scientific truth, like during an experiment to determine the effect of age on hearing, this may lead our results to be incorrect. If our brain is filtering our information it deems to be “unimportant” then we have no idea if what we’re observing is the scientific truth. Now, our brains only filter our information we’re not paying attention to, and so in response one might say that during an experiment a scientist is completely devoting to their task and would be paying full attention to what they’re doing. This would mean that our brains wouldn’t be filtering out important observations. However, there are still internal distractions which may cause someone to not observe something correctly. There are many different kinds of internal distractions, such as personal motivation, social and cultural influences, or expectations of oneself.  Using personal motivation as an example, if we are not interested in what is being studied, we may not focus as much as we should and miss critical observations. My brain doesn’t even need to filter out information for my observations to be incorrect; I may simply not care enough to record all my observations. Using a personal example, I am not particularly interested in cell division. During a grade 11 experiment, I choose to ignore the fact that one of my specimens did not divide properly. As was explained to me later, there are external factors which affect why a cell divides or not. Therefore, in my experiment, I did not achieve full scientific truth. There are so many internal variables which affect our ability to observe, some of which are entirely subconscious. If we are constantly being affected by these variables, our senses can’t be trusted to consistently lead us to scientific truth.  

The reason why we can never trust our senses is because of all these variables. Not only could we already be subject to a physical hindrance or condition that impairs our ability to observe, but we are constantly under the influence of our inner mental biases. At any moment in time, any number of these variables could be impairing our ability to observe. If there is always this possibility, then we can never truly trust our senses. For example, using language as a comparison, we can never truly trust what someone is saying to be true. There is always a possibility that they are lying. Therefore, we can never truly trust what someone is saying to be true – there is always the possibility of lying. Our senses don’t “lie”, but they are susceptible to any number of variables which affect our ability to observe the world around us. This is why we can never trust our senses to lead us to scientific truth; our senses are directly connected to our ability to observe and without the ability to observe we can never achieve scientific truth.

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[1] http://www.mmk.e-technik.tu-muenchen.de/persons/ter/top/dominant.html

Nostalgic much?

Let's just ignore the fact that I haven't updated in almost half a year now shall we.

So why update, one might ask? Well, besides the fact that I felt I would be dissapointing my extensive fanbase, but also because I finished watched a series and wanted to talk about it. The series in question? Yu-Gi-Oh!, and for those of you who know it, you'd also know my pain when I discovered the tragedy that is Yu-Gi-Oh! GX. More on that later, right now let's stick to the juicy details. So whatever possessed me to watch all 224 episodes of the original series? Well to be honest, I have absolutely no idea. I vaguely remember some sort of realization that I hadn't finished watching all five seasons, and so for nostalgia's sake decided to re-watch all those classic episodes I remember from grade four. The unforgettable lineup of Pokemon, Digimon, followed by Yu-Gi-Oh!, and finally Beyblade. Who didn't love those mornings where you'd wake up, grab a bowl of Cheerios, plop yourself on the sofa and sit down for an epic lineup of your favorite cartoons. All that's missing is an episode of Bugs Bunny.

Now you might call me immature for watching a TV series directed at nine year olds, but frankly who cares? I love the show to death and Pokemon is still one of the best video games of the twenty-first century. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. For one, the actual card duels are amazing and Yugi pulls of some ridiculous combos. I used to spend hours at the local convenience store with my best buddies buying Yu-Gi-Oh card packs and trying to replicate Yugi's deck. I soon realized it was futile to try and replicate a deck that wasn't consistent throughout the seasons; Yugi's deck seemed to evolve to have precisely the cards he needed to win in every situation. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Yu-Gi-Oh!, but let me make this clear. The show sucks. Almost every aspect of the show sucks. The dialogue makes me want to tear my hair out and spell 'redundant' with the extra hair. The animation was...good in the first season, and then plummeted downhill as the seasons progressed. In the fifth season Yugi's eyes seem to magically change position, and his face was completely out of proportion. The voice acting? Atem changed actors almost every season, and changed once during the middle of a season. Serenity's (yes that's an actual character's name) voice actor just needs to die, and Mai's voice actress changed drastically from season two to three. To the point of wanting to slaughter 4Kids! - even though we all want to anyways for censoring out all the good parts of Yu-Gi-Oh!. 

All this being said, the show is still absurdly addicting. Ever good episode features an epic duel (and I'm using epic correctly here; every duel takes up at least two episodes) with incredibly dull exposition dialogue between the two duelers just in case the plot hasn't been hammered into your skull yet. The sheer amount of flashbacks characters have to blantantly obvious plot points are just mind-numbing. It might be useful if you've never seen an episode before your entire life; each episode makes it quite clear that they are dueling for a reason, maybe not a sensible or logical reason but a reason nonetheless. Playing a children's card game is definitely the best way to take over the world, but remember if you lose you're not allowed to take over the world anymore. One more thing I never quite understood: how on earth is playing a card game physically challenging? Yugi's grandfather almost dies because he lost a card game to Kaiba. 

Now. An important issue. Yu-Gi-Oh! GX. Well, taking into account every awful feature of Yu-Gi-Oh! and you've still got a pretty good show that's at least watchable. Yu-Gi-Oh! GX has none. The characters are so obviously ripped off Yu-Gi-Oh that it makes one brain melt. The animation is even worse than the original series and if you thought the plots for Yu-Gi-Oh were dumb, think agian. GX manages to cram every cliche plot twist together and every Mary Sue quality in existence to form this show. So I thought up the most horrible plot twist they could have done in existence, which involves someone being someone's father. I think we all know what I'm talking about. Well, they weren't that un-original. But, lo and behold, there is a revelation concerning a family member nearing the end of the series. I wonder where they got that idea from hm? Wait what about that old movie with that cloaked dude in space? Nah, probably not. 

Also: Yu-Gi-Oh! the original series apparently never happened according to Yu-Gi-Oh! GX except for a cameo appearance by Yugi in the final episodes. He battles Jaden, and I didn't bother to watch it but I'm assuming Jaden wins and Yugi forks over his "King of Games" title wah wah party's over. Which is extremely unfortunately becasue Yugi would've whupped his ass if he'd used the god cards. Also: Older Yugi is very hot. 

Now you might be asking yourself, what on earth is the point of this blog entry? Absolutely none, thanks for seven minutes of your life. Yu-Gi-Oh! rules, watch it. 

Exciting news for the future: I rule at Linux (but not really), old holidays, and iPods.

Blackout!

Blackout.

PARTIES ARE FUN

Yes, yes they are.

So basically a ton of stuff has happened since my last post. The Friday after I updated, I went to a party where I knew there would be drinking. I shrugged, paid the money, and planned on not taking one sip of alcohol while everyone else got shit-faced. Only part of that is true, and I didn't take any alcohol. The party was from 7-12, and everyone was drinking casually. No one was drinking to get drunk, and the people who did get a little tipsy were just incredible lightweights. The party started off with around ten people standing around the kitchen staring at the booze. We called for pizza, chatted about our lives, caught up with people we hadn't seen, and introduced ourselves. I met quite a few people at this party, I was pleased. After a moment of silence, someone asked when the whole drinking deal started, and alcohol immediately started flying. Coolers and beers were popped open, the vodka started to pour, and rum was immediately mixed with numerous drinks that produced a very strange looking brown mixture. At this point, I left the kitchen and went to talk with some people I'd met.

At around eleven o clock, everyone disappeared. Like seriously, I couldn't find anyone. Bear in mind there were quite a few couples at this party, and an abundance of bedrooms with locked doors. I happened to be one of them. With another couple. I was there, minding my own business watching Star Wars, and there's a couple behind me, lying in bed together. I asked if I should leave, and they didn't say so. So I stayed. I left at midnight, expecting a ton of people to leave with me. I'm usually the first one to leave a party, and was expecting to leave with a group. Not a soul was in the lobby. I went back upstairs to fetch my phone, finding the bedroom door to be locked, and left after yelling to no one that I was leaving. Nonetheless, I had fun.

The next weekend, I had friends up to my cottage. First night we caught up, contemplated having a beer, took one anyways (excluding myself), went for a night swim, and ate lots and lots of candy. The next morning we were completely dead. Next day, we went tubing, swam a bit, went for a boat ride, went cliff jumping, were camera whores on the boat, tooks lots of pictures, made a ton of jokes, and played cards. Then I did a magic show, which was fun. The next day we sulked about having to leave, packed up, went on the trampoline, played truth or dare, and ended up playing hide and seek as zombies.

Every summer, I have the same group of friends up to my cottage, and we do more or less the same things every year. I love it, it's definitely one of the highlights of my summer. The week before the cottage I didn't plan anything thinking the summer would end immediately after the weekend. I was severely disappointed to come back Sunday and realize I had work the next day.

Firefox doesn't recognize didn't, or doesn't as a word. Hm.

I miss school, surprisingly. My job is so boring, and I am beginning to miss my school friends. I mean, next year is the last year I'll see them right? And I never get around to seeing my friends in the summer, so it's weird thinking about the next time I'll see them. I suppose next year will be worse, and there will be that awkward time period when you're waiting to see what university you got into, and which one your friends didn't.

I have just realized that this entire post was an infodump, very different from my usual ones that are at least somewhat witty or funny. This is what happens when I try and post about nothing! Not really sure when I'll update next; I suppose I'll have stuff to talk about when I come back from Halifax. Probably not though. OH WELL.

Summertime~

I know, I don't update ever. I'm working on it I swear.

Personally my favorite season; I mean come on, no school, that nasty snow is all melted, it's nice and hot out, the water is nice and refreshing...what's not to love about summer? Well actually, quite a few things. Let's see: summer school, camp (which is not always a good thing), sunburns (Note! I realize it is technically possible to get sunburned at any time of the year. However, it is more likely for one to get sunburned in the summer), summer jobs, and boredom. But hey, it's my favorite season.

So camp! For the past nine years, I have attended the exact same summer day camp since I was five. I didn't go this year; last year I worked as a counselor, and it was probably the worst choice I could have made for a job. The pay? $10 a day. That's right, not $10 an hour, but $10 a day. I worked 8-4:30, and occasionally had to stay for meetings until 9 at night. Sounds like fun, no? The only way I stayed remotely sane is because I had one adorable little kid named Jack Daniel, who thought I was his dad (his mother divorced). And yes, he also has the most amazing name ever. This summer I chose to work at a camp, but it's across my street (unlike the 1 and a half bus ride up to Camp Robin Hood, my former camp experience), and I get volunteer hours for it. I need 150 hours total, and so this pretty must cleans all of those up. So far, it's been going well. The kids seem to like me, which is cute, until you have 17 4 year olds whining at you because you can't choose a game to play with all of them. This is after you've gone through Bingo, Connect Four, and the other timeless classics that all children love.

I will get to my other points in a minute, but first, I found this quite interesting. Today, one of my kids brought a Pokemon card to the school - it's a school run camp. I was absolutely delighted to see that Pokemon continues to pass on generation to generation, and was about to sit down with him and rant about Pokemon together. The card was a Slowbro, by the way. Mahvash, my supervisor, swiftly glides over to us and tells the kid that he knows better and can't bring Pokemon cards to camp. She then threatened to take it away if she saw him with it again. I immediately ask Emre (the kid) after Mahvash leaves: "Well, why? You mean you can't bring Pokemon cards?" Emre tells me even talking about Pokemon is prohibited.
Now tell me you don't see something wrong with this picture. First of all, the kid is like 4 years old. What's he going to do, give everyone paper cuts with his Pokemon cards? Get distracted? (because as we all know, 4 year olds are attentive, sharp minded, and focused young children. Right.) Emre walked off to play with Playdoh after Mahvash talked to him, and 5 minutes later ran back asking me to show him a magic trick. Then he forgot what he was doing.

For god's sake, they're children. I have been trying to rationalize as to why Pokemon is completely taboo, and can't think of a reason. The franchise is aimed towards young children! I told my kids: "Guys, I really don't care. I encourage you to bring your cards. Trade them, talk about them, I don't mind. I won't tell Mahvash. Oh and ask her for me, why on earth can't you talk about Pokemon?" Not surprisingly, my kids completely adore me now. But seriously, I ask you, my reader (note the singular) to give me an explanation to this. I am completely confounded as to why children are shunned from even uttering the word "Bulbasaur".

Moving on, I am almost certain humanity is doomed. I have recently been introduced to a man named "Anthony." I have never met him, my friend introduced him to me via MSN. Within ten minutes of talking to me, he insisted I was his boyfriend and that we were to be married the second he turned 18. At first, I was certain he was just being silly. I even thought he was trolling me. So I asked him if he lieked mudkipz. He said he loved the Pokemon anime and that he was planning on buying Diamond. So, that eliminates a troll, hopefully he's just acting dumb. I get my friend in the conversation, and she plays a parody of him; she types in the same sentence structure he does, acts completely retarded, and is overly flamboyant. She also states she is a 17 year old female who lives in California. Not once does Anthony ask me how I know her. Ok, so maybe I met her online? I'm starting to seriously lose faith in this man's credibility. My friend then tells him he's stupid, can't type, and is so thickheaded she could chuck a brick at his face and he wouldn't notice. He lols.

So I'm officially certain he's dead serious, and is the most pathetic little man I've ever seen. He is religious I think to be "cool", he doesn't believe in God and yet states he's catholic. He persistantly insists I am his boyfriend, when I have told him to fuck off and die. He also once told me my girlfriend was imaginary, and that I was delusional. So tell me, reader, take a stab at his IQ. He's in a private school, and tells me he does "well". He refused to do the pig dissection, and came to the conclusion that he hates men. No, it didn't have anything to do with the pig. He just emailed me saying he thought the pig dissection was disgusting. I told him it was mandatory. He told me he hates men. Trying to follow his train of thought it dangerous - believe me, I once tried to follow his line of thinking. I ended up smashing my head against the wall a number of times because it wasn't possible.

I have told him that he is the sole reason I lose faith in humanity. If there are more people like him, we are seriously fucked. His intelligence scares me. It shouldn't be that bad. I just hope he's clinically retarded, or something. Because damn, if there's more like this person walking the streets, humanity is doomed. Anything like that who is able to corrupt our relatively intelligent gene pool should be shot dead right on the spot.

I will probably update later with details about a ton of plans I have the next couple of weeks - I'll update with reflections of how parties can be the reason I have difficulty sleeping.

Until next time, ciao.

Exams have exeunted!

I realize "exeunted" is not a word.

So! Exams are over, and the break is finally here! Oh, oops did I forget to mention that Wednesday you have to go back to school? SORRY, SUMMER ISN'T HERE YET. Bah, I hate the days following exams; you think school is all over and done with, and then you have to go back. One of the many reasons I will never attend summer school.

Looking over my horrible vague notes I have written for myself, I am to address After Forever. To start! It is a band. A very good band, to be more precise. Evanescence is a good band to compare them against - they sound very similar to one another. Both female singers with excellent vocals, and the same sort of genre. After Forever is a little faster and harder than Evanescence, but not by much. It's hardly noticeable until you play the bands side by side. I've been introduced to a number of bands over the past few months that sound a lot like Evanescence- Nightwish, and Within Temptation being the best of the bunch. Seriously guys, listen to these bands. You probably won't like them but still~! Listen to them.

Exams went well. I started off with English, which was a total joke. In fact, it was so easy I think I overwrote and might have deviated from my original thesis. I mean really, "to what extend have writers used protagonists in books?" Hm, I don't know, it's only totally necessary for plot development. I had a day off, and then followed up with Biology. Not so bad, I probably scored poorly on the multiple choice section; however, I did well on the long written responses. One of the long term answers involved diagrams of the reproduction system, and so I couldn't help but giggle a little bit when my drawing come out looking terrible. I can't draw for beans.

Geography definitely was my worst exam. I cannot for the life of me answer IB style questions. The IB likes to be overly pretentious, and vague about what they're trying to ask you, and expect answers that are incredibly detailed and specific. Definitely did not do well on the last question either - I ran out of time and essentially just listed off everything we knew surrounding child birth in LEDCs (Less Economically Developed Countries), and actually wrote on my paper "Dammit I ran out of time." That'll definitely raise my mark.

Spanish and Math were easy. Not much else to say.

Now, I wrote down "opening theme songs" really just because I was raving about them at the time, and was expecting myself to write a detailed account of how I lurked around youtube searching for the Pokemon anime openings. Well, I did, and I found every last one of them. Just in case you haven't deduced this already: I am a freak.

I will cover wars against pretentiousness later. It might even deserve it's own post.

I tried to organize a party today, actually. Note the "tried". Four people are confirmed for coming, and I'm not even sure one of them knows where the party is. That's what I get for asking people four nights in advance though - people need at least a week to ask their parents and make sure it doesn't interfere with their daily routine. Seriously guys, live in the moment, not two years from now.

Personal messages: wars against pret- right, and wars against people and how I periodically lose faith in humanity.

CAN'T THINK OF A CLEVER WAY TO END YOUR BLOG POSTS? JUST USE ALL CAPS TO ELIMINATE ANY FORM OF AWKWARDNESS YOU MAY HAVE. ILU SHIFT KEY.

Hey guys wanna see a useless post?

HERE IT IS.

This is to confirm that yes, I am still alive, but the blog is on pause. AKA temporarily dead. I have exams I am writing now, and a) don't have anything to post about b) don't have time to post anything.

Quick notes so I don't forgot: After Forever, exams hur, opening theme songs, and wars against pretentious