National Pancake Day

This is public service announcement.

I want to everyone to be aware of the existence of National Pancake Day, February 23. Why? Two words.

Free pancakes.

That's all that needs to be said to best illustrate how truly awesome Pancake Day is. Mark your calenders in red ink! It's better than about seventy percent of most holidays anyway. No one cares about President's Day, except furniture stores and car dealerships. Screw Arbor's Day, tree-huggers! ...I'm half-kidding, hippies.

If you don't like pancakes, then screw you. Get out of my sight. As long as I never know of your breakfast preferences, we can remain friends, but if you came out of the closet and revealed your dark secret... dun, Dun, DUNNNN... there will be some issues in our friendship. I don't even know if I would look at you the same way if we stayed friends, so I would have to end it most likely due to awkwardness of being in the same room as you. Maybe with time I could learn to accept your different breakfast orientation, but that's time I just don't have. If I did have the time, however, we would be able to remain friends, and the awkward atmosphere between us would vanish in an instant. The world would be one step closer to a better place...

Oh, and if you haven't gotten it yet, I'm parodying a friend with no definite stance towards homosexuality who finds out one of his/her good friends of the same gender is gay and his/her possible reactions to his/her friend's coming out of the closet. Also, I have nothing against homosexuality, just pancake haters.

They need to stop breathing the same air as me and die already, and the world would be one step closer to a better place... Yes, I see the irony. Do I care? Obviously not at this point.

I Need More Sleep

Again, another lesson for future generations that I have learned the hard way, so you don't have to. If you have happened to completely ignore my suggestion for a better tomorrow involving sleeping, I shall present to thee a temporary solution to your drowsiness.

Coffee.

...Yes, more common sense, I know, but as I have noticed in my daily activities, common sense is not as common as it used to be. In fact, I would daresay that it is uncommon.

Back to the task at hand, caffeine has proven an excellent way to stay awake. Unfortunately, I do not drink coffee regularly. Now, to those who drink coffee every day, this needn't apply to you, but to the others, like myself who seldom partake of this earth-colored liquid, this is a warning. Coffee will, I repeat, will mess with you both physically and mentally. Your extremities will shake at regular intervals, your eyes will twitch a little, and you will begin to question everything you have ever learned and everything you haven't learned yet. Even more so if you only drink coffee in times of quiet desperation. I, myself, only imbibe the substance when I'm either stressed, depressed, sleepy, or suffering from a headache, and this revelation I share with you occurred when I was under the influence of all four combined.

So tell your children and... yadda, yadda you know the rest, or at least I hope you do. I still don't know whether or not it will help the world or not.

Also, don't do this on the night before a test. Seriously, don't do it.

O yes, for those who may be concerned, my common sense is recovering splendidly. However, it refuses to talk about the incident. I have not yet ruled out the possibility of suicide or attempted murder. Or even attempted murder disguised as suicide.

Conversation

It's nice when people actually know what the hell I'm talking about and can add meaningful dialogue to the conversation.

And even better is how the number of participants in said conversation grow.

I mean today I started talking to one person I knew, then someone else I knew passed by, heard the words "Meiji Revolution", and engaged in our conversation. He didn't think anyone else even knew about the Meiji Revolution, let alone use it in conversation. Moments later, another person who this time I did not know joined as the conversation shifted towards social hierarchy, linguistic relativity and degradation of language, and morality.

All together a very entertaining and interesting conversation that would have lasted longer if no one had class.

Just got to love art college. Never boring.

Umm...

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Writer's block is a bitch...

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Procrastination's a bitch, too...

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That's all I've got to say.

I Need Sleep

A quick warning to whoever may happen upon this blog.

Don't go to sleep at six in the morning, wake up around seven, go to class at nine, and expect to function normally.

It doesn't work.

I have learned this the hard way with trial and error. Mostly error. Less trial.

It sounded like a good idea at the time (around 2 a.m.), but ultimately that decision was made on an already sleep-deprived mind that has a tendency to rationalize bad ideas quite easily and goes through with them, even though it still recognizes it as a bad idea.

It's common sense that not sleeping will make you tired, but obviously my common sense, despite knowing better, has fallen off a cliff and is in a coma. I wonder if it really was an accident? Attempted murder or perhaps, suicide? That's a question for another day.

I say all of this so you may tell your children, your children's children, and your children's children's children about this, so they do not suffer from drowsiness like what I have brought upon myself. Do this, and perhaps humanity will be one step closer to a better world or maybe not. I don't know.

I... just... don't know...