Coke Zero

My lunch today consisted of a 20 ounce Coke Zero, and some fat free pretzels. I had a disturbing thought. If Coke Zero has no calories, no fat, saturated or otherwise and no sugar, what the hell gives it a sweet taste? I know sodium (which it actually has) cannot. I suppose it's the aspartame. That and the phosphoric acid, but that's a strange combination, huh?

Why can't I study? Is it years of video gaming that has rotted my mind away? Do I have ADD? What in the world is wrong with me? I was reading genetics and all I could do is imagine playing guitar. That must be my calling. Who cares what happens in the cell cycle? Give me my distored loveliness!

I find it interesting what some people worry themselves about. Today on my way to work, I overheard a girl saying to another girl how she was already "winter pale" in utter distaste. Oh, no! The harmful UV rays of the sun aren't wreaking havoc on my skin and causing mutations in my DNA that cause cancer - what....to....do?

This would also be a good time to say how thankful I am to have the friends I do. I just don't know what I'd do if my friends all worried about senseless stuff like that. Perhaps the newest style of jeans will ease my pain. Now if only I could afford them.

P-Wagz

The Return of Coony

Classes have officially begun again. I have opted for an easy semester of Cell Bio, Genetics, Tae Kwon Do, Judo, and African-Based Movement. So far the non-science classes are my favorite (big surprise there). I'm finally learning some of the martial arts I've loved my whole life - it's exciting! I've already learned something from Judo - if it hurts when you fall - you are falling wrong! I learned this by falling straight on my back often, when I should have been falling on the side of my back. Pain teaches the pupil very quickly. I should throw in some interesting miscellaneous info. here. Judo is the #1 most popular individual sport in the world! It has terrible popularity in the US because, 1.) We aren't that great at it (I think...), and 2.) We don't advertise it very well. Soccer beats Judo in popularity only as a team sport, so that tells you something. Where else can you throw someone 3 times your weight without barely straining yourself? Fun stuff. Tae Kwon Do is a lot of fun too. And although I like it better than Judo, so far, someone who knows Judo can probably beat an individual who knows any other martial art! I suppose that last statement is only true if the attacker isn't using weapons. African-based movement is great! It's a dance class where I am the only male in a class of about 20 some women. I hope I'm not intimidating anyone. Right now, we are building our community, meaning, we are getting to know each other, before we actually dance. This class will be more than dance though (remember my project on it last spring?), it will be a spiritual awakening. I haven't much to say about cell bio and genetics, I also don't want to bore you, other than I have successfully not fallen asleep in either of them yet! That really says something!

On my way back from ABM (African Dance), I ran into Coony again! I know it was him, because he did the same dive for the street drain, turned once inside, and poked his head and tail out and stared at me. I care not what the opposition says - Coony lives!

Some other peculiar things have happened to me this week. Someone stole my sock in Tae Kwon Do. I know I didn't misplace it because I didn't take my socks off until I was in the gym where we train. I ended up talking to a buddy of mine from my Chinese classes for a few minutes after class on Thursday, and when I went to change, I discovered that my sock was gone! Someone either has one hell of a strange fetish in that class, or I have a stalker on my hands! I don't understand what people find so interesting in me! I don't think of myself as a super attractive guy, yet I seem to encounter every woman who does. Who the hell wants my dirty sock anyway? Apparently, I had a stalker during my sophomore year here too that I had met once through a friend of a friend. She didn't care that I had a girlfriend at the time, she said something like she would steal me away. Now I wonder if she's in my class. NOOOO!

One last tidbit. My roommate AS and I met with a professor from our expository writing classes this last Friday. If you don't recall, read Story, Cult. Crit, and Expo. Writing Final Post these posts. The first two are the stories I wrote for the class, the other one gives you an idea of how cool my professor was. I thought it was awesome that a professor actually took the time out of his busy life and chatted with some old students. This is why he is one of my favorite professors. We talked about his book and some other things. He asked me if I wrote outside of class. I told him I had some ideas, but I probably wouldn't seriously write until I got out of college. He must really like my writing because he always informs me of writing contests and seems generally interested in what I'm going to do with my life. Interesting. Maybe I'll be generic and publish selections from this thing some time in the future. Ha!

I hope you all enjoy the upcoming school year, or, for those of you who work for a living, enjoy, er, working!

P-Wagz

Observationes

I've come to some conclusions:
1. People are naive.
2. I used to be much more naive than I am now.
3. I don't know what some people are about anymore.
4. There are too many fakes out there.
5. I've lost my sense of direction. I feel as though I am floating endlessly in a void.
6. I've need to accomplish my dreams.
7. I have a hard time showing sympathy for others.
7 1/2. There is not enough time to do everything one wants.
7 3/4. Sometimes everything one wants isn't always what one should do.
8. I often times just feel numb.

We'll stop at my favorite number.

You may have noticed, you've learned something about me today.

P-Wagz

Guilt?

I've come to the realization that the guilty always know when they are guilty. MOST people have consciences and when people do make mistakes (well, some of us are perfect), I've noticed a point in time when the poor choice made by a person is realized, strange actions most often ensue that "red flag" the offender. For example: drivers are supposed to yield to pedestrians so that they may cross the road. Today a woman drove right up to the stop sign and blocked me from taking a direct path across the street (on a side note, I wasn't offended or angered by this situation). She either wasn't paying attention (which I doubt due to her passenger's glance at me) or she knew what she was doing, and went through and blocked me anyway. Her "red flag" was that instead of looking at me with any sort of nonverbal apology, she defiantly stared straight ahead and slowed an appeciate amount, then drove through the intersection. I will also note that most people look both ways when driving through an intersection as to ensure that they don't side-jack someone/some car with the right-of-way. I have many other examples, but I think you all have the idea.

I'd also like to say that it is 9/11 today. I don't have any words of wisdom or anything, but just that we should never forget this day. I feel that it already is somewhat shadowed in the media.

Keepin' it reel-

P-Wagz

Chubby Bunny, Bloated Squirrel

I'm psychotic apparently. The other night I awoke in the early hours quite disturbed. I had a dream I was on this knoll somewhere and I saw some mushrooms scattered on the knoll. In the dream, there was some construction going on and I knew that I had to remove the deadly poisonous mushrooms so no one would get hurt. Since they were excavating the knoll, I don't know why I made this decision, but it made sense in the dream. I began removing the mushrooms by bending down and lowering my mouth over them, biting and spitting them out. Because they were deadly poisonous, they didn't taste good (which is actually to the contrary - extremely deadly poisonous mushrooms are usually the tastiest ones [go figure]) and when I tried spitting them out, my salavitory glands were working their magic. I didn't want to touch them with my hands, or use them to pull out the mushrooms because I didn't want to get poisoned (touching poisonous mushrooms will never poison you, as long as you wash your hands before eating!) so I had to try and spit out these huge mushrooms. After the first one, I continued on with three other large specimens. Eventually I awoke with drool all over the side of my face. As I was regurgitating the mushrooms in my dream, I was mimicing this in reality while asleep. When I told my non-g/f, later, she burst out laughing at the incredibility of it all. This is the first documented time I know why I was drooling when I awoke.

I leave you with my reaction to it all - WTF?

P-Wagz

Cognitive Conditioning

This post is an idea that was given to my by a friend. Her post was this:
I am amazed at all of the things you know without consciously pulling it up. Like how I have the keyboard memorized, but I press buttons without thinking things like: well 'p' is on the third row and the letter on the end. Wait, this is more like conditioning. What's the difference between knowing and conditioning? Anyway, it wouldn't hurt you to consider it for just a second. You don't even have to think about the ramifications. Just think about what you use most of your days. Do you just go through the motions, or are you actively embracing and feeling every second of your day? I don't know what it means either way, so I guess I'll leave that up to you.

I won't leave her URL because I don't want to and I want to respect that she may not want any association with me....although I highly doubt it. On another note, I remember when I was original like her. Not anymore. Now I just spew special occasions and rant about shit on and on. Perhaps I'll give you all a change up soon.

Ok, so I will take her suggestion and run with scissors. I have to say that most things in my life are conditioned. Because I have a poor memory, I try to condition everyday actions into my brain. For example, within my jobs (so far) I have successfully been able to memorize protocol simply by repetition. Sadly, the jobs to which I've been employed have not required that I think outside the box, so I guess I haven't truly been tested. Because I have based most of my life on this principal, I do try to stop, pull out of my mechanized life-style, and gain an appreciation for my life. I just realized how utterly sad that is. Ha! You just gotta laugh at yourself sometimes...I wouldn't say that I condition everything though. There is some knowledge in there, but most of it is stuff that nobody except freaks like me get excited about - mushrooms, ducks and squirrels, music, nature, video games - stuff like that. **Exasperated Sigh**

Do you like my attempt at shorter posts! It keeps things oh so fresh and exciting!

By the by, today begins my final year in college as an undergraduate! I'm excited because I have only two hard classes. Of the other three, two are martial arts classes, and the other is African-based movement (the follow up to my report from my world music class last semester). Ho....Rah...

P-Wagz

The Rabbit Hole

I've decided that I haven't challenged myself enough lately. I haven't truly probed the depths of my mind, peeled at my scars, or made any attempt toward furthering myself as an individual. The closest I came was my writing class last semester, and I think that's why I loved it so much. Now's the time to see how deep the rabbit hole is (corny Matrix rip-off [I expect to be contacted by some copyright pushing mo-fo soon])!

By nature, I'm rather trusting. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt when I first meet them - even if I can sense that their intentions are less than admirable. I even bleed this trust a little further when they start to infest and take control of situations, but I try and hold my ground. You may think I'm refering to some personal vendetta that I've been harboring for years, but alas, I only speak of everyday run-ins; mainly, my customer service job. Also, you may note, that I really won't be reaching a point with this post, just one of those rantings that may or may not make this this presently dry blog a tad more exciting. Now that that was said, I feel that this feeling, this possible marr within myself, will truly one day shine in a rather disturbing way. I find myself as of late, becoming more outspoken, more aggressive, and even angrier at the state of everyday situations, and at the world in general.

With that said, does anyone hate (or heavily dislike) when people use the handicap button to open doors just because they're lazy? I'm not talking about people who have their hands full, or if people needing to pull a bike through, I'm talking about people who aren't even carrying a briefcase and simply don't want to over strain themselves with the exhausting task of opening a door. This hatred extends to lazy people who use an elevator to go up or down one floor and aren't handicapped as well. Not only are these people the scum of the earth because they are sloths, but they also waste copious amounts of our precious, expensive, and scarce-becoming electricity.

Thank You,

The Management