You know, at some point I kinda realized this blog worked as a vent for when I was dealing with dark times. This meant that once I found myself out of that state of mind I could lay this blog to rest. Except for one small, unimportant detail:
That statement is all-around bullshit. Dark times? That’s just emo language for “Daddy please hug me!!”. I’m just one hell of a lazy bastard when it comes to this business of blogging. How lazy you say? Well, I’ve neglected this for more than a year and I’ve decided to update during the beginning of finals week. That speaks volumes, doesn’t it? Three cheers for procrastination!
Anyway, lots of stuff has happened since I last updated (It’s been a year, duh!). The biggest deal was, hands down, a summer trip to the US. It was pretty awesome; lived, loved and partied hard. I’ll elaborate in upcoming posts… so look for those next year or so!
Buuuuuuuuuuut, for the time being there is some more recent stuff I want to rant about.
I read somewhere that a plan to assassinate Michelle Obama was recently foiled. Seriously? Is the economy so fucked up that assassins don’t have budget to target the president anymore and have to settle for the next best thing?
… actually, never mind. Just double checked and turns out it was just an officer who made an “inappropriate comment”. I would give him life in jail, if only for being stupid enough to tell his fellow officers he wanted to kill the first lady.
Next up, a love story: I love sushi in the most loving manner. I would put a ring on it.That’s why it saddens me when a maki decides to neglect deliciousness and commits suicide. See, Uramakis are all about the topping, without it they are just rolls of rice with seaweed and raw fish inside. Probably the stress of being way-too-awesome-to-handle makes some of those makis to fall sideways when so much as touched with the chopsticks (presumably while yelling “YOU WON’T TAKE AWAY MY FREEDOM!”). As a result, what could have been the best thing ever turns into a bland piece of shit. Just try and pick up that topping with chopsticks. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
Now, it’s time for: Harry Potter & The Awful Pseudo-Sport.
Quidditch. Mother-fucking Quidditch. I’m indifferent towards the Harry Potter universe but this has to be the most disturbing thing I’ve seen in a while. It’s understandable when it’s some little kids running around with brooms and yelling “Abrakamboozle” while throwing balls to each other’s faces. (I hear Japanese businessmen also take part in something alike, only it costs $400 an hour… and involves far more golden rain).
But these guys are not children nor Japanese businessmen. Look bellow. You read that right: Intercollegiate Quidditch. Watch the video. It looks even sadder than it sounds.
I have nothing against fun, but come the fuck on. This stopped being a sport and started being a sad attempt to relive your childhood when you picked up a broomstick that serves no other purpose than to pretend you’re flying.
I find solace in the fact that this is an isolated case in some underground college for people with Peter Pan syndrome.
… wait. What the fuck do you mean by “This is going on in the likes of Boston and Princeton”?!
Oh, look at the time! I have some studying to do so for the time being I’ll leave you with the latest track from Mr. Joel Zimmerman (a.k.a deadmau5). That way you can get your rave on and forget about the quiddich enthusiasts.
Always remember you’re unique. Just like everybody else.