I think I'll post more dl links soon (also the reason why I don't use the full word now is because of search engines as well as PARANOIA).
But in the meanwhile, I'll stare pointlessly into space for a little while. I'm full of energy, but I have no wish to actually do anything, which equals hyperactive sentences with little to no punctuation and the desperate browsing of the internet.
Uh. Not sure what I just said there.
Anyway. I'm going to take a mini break or something (please don't believe me for anything, because I just do whatever I want and that is not predictable at all - or at least I can't predict myself).
I'm feeling rather stressed out and cranky. Also the weather is deplorable.
Makes me want to hibernate just to escape this torture...
...
Um.
My brain just paused.
I'll be back with more coherent stuff soon. I think.
28 April 2012
11 April 2012
Today I Harassed A Cat
It was a simple matter of harassment. The girl stared at the innocent cat before letting out what was doubtlessly a pale imitation of a cat's 'meow'. The striped kitty turned to look in unadulterated disgust. That was when the girl bent down and, horrors upon horrors, touched the cat.
... I'm sorry. I was bored, really really bored, and I had nothing else to do. Writing a worthless piece of borderline inaccurate fiction (or non-fiction, depending) seemed like a good idea at that time (one minute ago).
I think I might need to apologize to the poor cat, though, because I actually did kind of harass it. I stroked its head (between the ears), and when it didn't look like it wanted to eat my fingers, I somehow maneuvered my fingers under its throat to scratch that particular part of its anatomy (see how I worded it that way on purpose?).
And it purred.
Oh, and before I continue, I'd like to make it clear that it's a wild cat. Ex-domesticated cat, maybe. Borderline domesticated? Anyway, cats in my area don't bite. I mean, they don't bite without provocation. They're much more likely to just run away.
Back to my long, convoluted, and ultimately useless story: it was purring. I could feel the vibration of its voicebox (not sure about cat anatomy) - because, well, I was stroking it. The cat was stretching its neck out for me to... scratch?
Then I realised that I've been petting it for more than ten minutes and I abruptly stood up, looked at the cat with an expression of utmost sadness, and departed for home.
Really.
Anyway, being the borderline OCD person that I am, I refused to touch anything with the hand that had been happily petting the cat just minutes before, and I had to knock on my own door until someone heard me and opened it for me. I immediately ran to the sink and washed my hands. Multiple times.
That's the end of the cat part.
I do have something else to complain about, though, which is the grammar test I took recently. Grammar test? They must be kidding. How the hell do you survive without grammar? Grammar is everything. Or, uh, almost everything.
That was before I took the test and realised that I had made at least four mistakes.
It was a direct result of having too much time. The test was twenty-five minutes, but I finished the test in five minutes. What ensued was an entire twenty minutes' worth of self-torment. I had an agonizing debate with myself over the correct word(s) to fill into the blank.
Twenty minutes.
Twenty.
Minutes.
After the test, I told myself that I would stop thinking during future grammar tests. It is obviously detrimental to my scores.
... I'm sorry. I was bored, really really bored, and I had nothing else to do. Writing a worthless piece of borderline inaccurate fiction (or non-fiction, depending) seemed like a good idea at that time (one minute ago).
I think I might need to apologize to the poor cat, though, because I actually did kind of harass it. I stroked its head (between the ears), and when it didn't look like it wanted to eat my fingers, I somehow maneuvered my fingers under its throat to scratch that particular part of its anatomy (see how I worded it that way on purpose?).
And it purred.
Oh, and before I continue, I'd like to make it clear that it's a wild cat. Ex-domesticated cat, maybe. Borderline domesticated? Anyway, cats in my area don't bite. I mean, they don't bite without provocation. They're much more likely to just run away.
Back to my long, convoluted, and ultimately useless story: it was purring. I could feel the vibration of its voicebox (not sure about cat anatomy) - because, well, I was stroking it. The cat was stretching its neck out for me to... scratch?
Then I realised that I've been petting it for more than ten minutes and I abruptly stood up, looked at the cat with an expression of utmost sadness, and departed for home.
Really.
Anyway, being the borderline OCD person that I am, I refused to touch anything with the hand that had been happily petting the cat just minutes before, and I had to knock on my own door until someone heard me and opened it for me. I immediately ran to the sink and washed my hands. Multiple times.
That's the end of the cat part.
I do have something else to complain about, though, which is the grammar test I took recently. Grammar test? They must be kidding. How the hell do you survive without grammar? Grammar is everything. Or, uh, almost everything.
That was before I took the test and realised that I had made at least four mistakes.
It was a direct result of having too much time. The test was twenty-five minutes, but I finished the test in five minutes. What ensued was an entire twenty minutes' worth of self-torment. I had an agonizing debate with myself over the correct word(s) to fill into the blank.
Twenty minutes.
Twenty.
Minutes.
After the test, I told myself that I would stop thinking during future grammar tests. It is obviously detrimental to my scores.
8 April 2012
Well Excuse Me For Thinking Otherwise
During CCA camps, the seniors will always feel an inexplicable and unexplainable urge to be much stricter than they usually are. Mentioned below is something that they will always tell the new CCA members:
If you respect us, we'll respect you. We give what we get.
(Well, it's not the exact wording, since it's in a somewhat dubious form of English and I'm rather hesitant to let such things stain my nice purple blog.)
I was thinking about this today. (I was moping about, being depressed that CCA was only another two days away.) Actually, I've been thinking about this ever since I first heard it from the first batch of seniors.
So, I was thinking (rest assured that thinking is not a rare activity for me), that it was a little strange.
This is what the seniors say to the juniors. It essentially means that the seniors will reflect whatever attitude the juniors throw at them. Which is just plain wrong.
Shouldn't they, as the seniors, whom I assume are more knowledgeable and more wise and everything, set an example for the juniors? (Cliches aside.) Should they not, as the seniors, show the juniors what they are supposed to be, instead of letting the juniors flounder around and then scolding them?
I could be wrong, of course. This may be a simple case of Wording Gone Wrong. Or maybe it's a case of Unthinkingly Repeating Things That You've Heard Before.
But it gives the wrong impression (not that I like the CCA or that I'm trying to help it, god, no) and impressions are important. Any junior who actually listens will get the wrong impression. (By which I mean A) no grasp of the English language or B) unthinking or C) um)
All three choices lead to a loss of respect. And they wonder why we don't respect them. I'm sorry (well, not really) but I can't respect anyone who can't even think before they speak (the same line for the hundredth millionth time)
If you respect us, we'll respect you. We give what we get.
(Well, it's not the exact wording, since it's in a somewhat dubious form of English and I'm rather hesitant to let such things stain my nice purple blog.)
I was thinking about this today. (I was moping about, being depressed that CCA was only another two days away.) Actually, I've been thinking about this ever since I first heard it from the first batch of seniors.
So, I was thinking (rest assured that thinking is not a rare activity for me), that it was a little strange.
This is what the seniors say to the juniors. It essentially means that the seniors will reflect whatever attitude the juniors throw at them. Which is just plain wrong.
Shouldn't they, as the seniors, whom I assume are more knowledgeable and more wise and everything, set an example for the juniors? (Cliches aside.) Should they not, as the seniors, show the juniors what they are supposed to be, instead of letting the juniors flounder around and then scolding them?
I could be wrong, of course. This may be a simple case of Wording Gone Wrong. Or maybe it's a case of Unthinkingly Repeating Things That You've Heard Before.
But it gives the wrong impression (not that I like the CCA or that I'm trying to help it, god, no) and impressions are important. Any junior who actually listens will get the wrong impression. (By which I mean A) no grasp of the English language or B) unthinking or C) um)
All three choices lead to a loss of respect. And they wonder why we don't respect them. I'm sorry (well, not really) but I can't respect anyone who can't even think before they speak (the same line for the hundredth millionth time)
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