hello out there, to my 10 readers, I do apologize for vanishing off the face of the earth :D been doing some other stuff lately, like.. nothing. Been doing nothing at all, but I'm here now to let you all know that there will be more in the near future. There will be more of nothing in the future, because I have nothing planned at all. Mayhaps, if I am so inclined, I will start something near the end of January about my many adventures I will encounter while playing the new FF13-2 that will be coming out. Pretty excited for that, and I suppose I'll make a daily, or 3 times a week blog about how I feel about the game. Speaking of which, a collector's edition was announced for the North American release of the game, and depending on where you preorder the CE, you could get stuff like an alternative costume for the main character. Personally, I'll be preordering it from amazon because unless I can get a costume for Lightning, I'd rather have a new party member.
To the one or two people reading this who may be planning to preorder ff13-2, where do you plan on preordering it at?
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Ever since I started grade 7, I had this pretty nifty ability that allowed me to write 1000 words without stopping. I generally wouldn’t think about what I was writing, and just continue writing, and for some reason, I always got good marks on whatever I wrote. Whenever our class had a writing assignment, I would be the first one finished, and everyone else would be all like, “you’re a beast at writing, how do you do that?” And I’d be all like, *flex* “I dunno.”
When I got in to my final years of high school, which, in
is finished at grade 11, I finally realised that I could use my little ability
to have some fun. I was the type of kid who had fun making teachers angry, I
was often told by my English teacher that I was passive aggressive. I would
make teachers angry by being very mellow and saying un-hostile things that
would irritate them. Quebec, Canada
In grade 11, when we would get writing assignments at least once a week in English class, I would put my pretty cool ability to work. These writing assignments were to be done in class, and before class was finished, which was about an hour and 15 minutes. I would start off the class by doing nothing; maybe daydream for a bit, throw cut up eraser bits at my friend across the class while the teacher wasn’t looking, things like that. The one thing I noticed the most is that everyone works so hard for those 75 minutes. I couldn’t help but think it was rather funny.
These writing assignments we had were generally a page long, sometimes two. This would mean I could write anywhere from 300-500 words per page, depending on how many big words I use, how big the font is, and how far apart I wanna spread the words apart. It amazes me that most of the time, some people who do what I just stated, they make their words big enough that you can read them from 20 feet away, they space their words so that only 4 words are on each line, and they still can’t seem to finish the paper before the end of class.
I’ve had quite a bit of fun making my teachers get angry by saying I didn’t want to write my paper just yet, and they’d get all furious and be like, “you need to write your paper or you’re gonna fail my class.” Most of the time I’d just make a scene, and play stupid, which would usually make the class laugh, and the teacher angrier.
At one point before the end of the year, about a month before the year ended, I think my English teacher snapped, she went as far as putting me out in the hall, where I played with a fire extinguisher for 30 minutes. After she noticed me not doing anything, she sent me to the principles office, where I played the insecure child who didn’t know what to write about.
I stayed in my principles office for a few min, he had a really comfy sofa, but then he got all tough and was like, “I’m calling your parents.” So, I gave him my mom’s old cell phone number, which wasn’t in use, and he was all like, “this number isn’t in use, what’s the real number.” So I had to get my actin on and act surprised, just like I did when I was 6 years old and made a mess, and fooled my parents into thinking my sister or brother did it. I acted surprised and told him I didn’t know her cell phone number.
When I got bored of the principles office, I was all like, “yo, so like, I can finish my paper now?” And I really did say yo, cuz us high skoolers is so rebelious when it comes to grammer and propper speach yo. So, the principle sent me back to my class, after telling me to start doing my work, and I just nodded and walked away, feelin like a champ.
I returned to class, and some dude in the back of the room was all like, “the hero returns.” Everyone else seemed happy to see me return as well, as if I just came back from battling a dragon that was attacking their village. As I sat down, a couple people whispered to me, “you’re my hero.” I thought that was kinda cool, so I thanked them, and with only 10 minutes left in class I decided to start writing.
Friday, August 26, 2011
The other day I tagged along with my family to celebrate the military graduation for one of my relatives. I was delighted to go, as I thought it would be fun to witness, and it would relieve me of my day to day boredom. What I hadn’t know before was that it was during the day, I was expecting it to be some time after the really bright time of the day, around 5pm or so.
Any other time of year I wouldn’t have had a problem with the time, but my sleep schedule hasn’t been ‘normal’ recently. I’d go to sleep at 10am and wake up at 7pm, those times when the sun isn’t really out. Just before I was about to go to sleep at 10am, we had to start getting ready, so I hadn’t slept all day.
Not getting any sleep on the way to the grad, and sitting in uncomfortable benches, we had to wait 2 hours before the ceremony started. The ceremony itself was more than an hour long, which wasn’t bad, but when you’re about to fall asleep while standing up, it feels like forever. Hanging on for dear life, I started to witness some amazing things, stuff you’d normally see while on drugs.
This is what the graduates looked like. This is what the speaker looked like.
I managed to stay awake for the whole ceremony, and was excited to go home and sleep. As I walked towards the exit, I completely forgot that it was that time of day when the sun was really bright.
The sun must’ve known that, because of my sleep schedule, I haven’t seen the sun in weeks, he greeted me by embracing me with all the brightness he had.
My eyes felt like they were being ripped out of my skull. It felt like death, like two swords were being driven into each eye socket, and straight into my brain. The pain was unbearable, and not wanting to look like an idiot with his eyes covered in front of hundreds of people, I tried to endure the pain. For the rest of the day, I had a splitting headache and my eyebrows hurt.
The amount of air diverted by the wing is proportional to the speed of the wing and the air density. The vertical velocity of the diverted air is proportional to the speed of the wing and the angle of attack. The lift is proportional to the amount of air diverted times the vertical velocity of the air. The power needed for lift is proportional to the lift times the vertical velocity of the air.
That being said, we can fly, right? :)
That being said, we can fly, right? :)