Deferment: A Tingly Feeling

M o o d : Meh.
R e a d i n g : Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell
L i s t e n i n g T o : Holiday music
Rainy :D
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Let's see if everything is present and accounted for now...
Letter from Caltech saying that my application was deferred...check.
MIT deferring my online application...check.

No, it's not the end of the world. That's supposedly going to happen in 2012.
I'll get my revenge yet have other attempts to apply to those two schools in the future.

Y'know, I'm probably not going to bother with Yale. I'm content to just go to UCI.
Then again, might as well take a shot, no?

In other news, winter break is approaching. And of course, with that comes the cousins. Whoopdeedo.

Is This THE END?

Taken sometime at 05:eesh at Best Buy

Stuff I'm Thankful For

M o o d : Grateful :3
R e a d i n g : 1984
L i s t e n i n g T o : Stuff
Cloudy and sprinkly
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So, I've got a lot of stuff I'm thankful for. Which is seen here, and here, since yeah. I probably hardly updated in 2007.

And you know what? They probably haven't changed that much.
I mean, I'm still thankful for having friends, family, and a place to live in (:
I'm still thankful for being able to attend school.
I'm still thankful for being given second chances, and failing at some stuff that I've failed at.

And of course, I'm thankful for free software. I mean, without OpenOffice, I probably would kill myself because of Clippy. Without Ubuntu, I'd probably would've thrown several computers out of the window because of those stupid confirmation messages. Without Firefox, I'd probably be attempting to gouge out my eyes because of IE.
Thanks awesome softwared developers.

Yeah. It's not my fault I believe Microsoft's going to take over the world one day. I'm fully justified.

So, thanks, world.

Now, I'm off to bed, since I know my mum will make me wake up at 03:00 tomorrow and shuffle me off to Metro Pointe because she wants to go shopping.
("Mum, must I change out of my penguin slippers?")

As much as I hate Black Friday, I realize that I don't want to spend as much on Final Fantasy Tactics: The War of the Lions and some other games (GameStop is doing some promo on used games, methinks). And I'm still looking around for a Bluetooth keyboard-mouse set anyway.

Darn you, consumerism. Why do you end up filling my room with useless stuff?

So do expect some random pictures of random people standing in line tomorrow. I'll probably be that bored by mid-morning.
Without my tea. I'm going to be a mess. So if Karma (whom I hardly have any belief in, but my cousin will insist that it's Lady Karma's fault) sends a mob of people my way and I get violently trampled in the process, yeah.

Oh, right, disclaimer.
The post you have just read was written under the influence of a nice hearty cup of Silk Nog. Which is uber-awesome.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

"Weeeeee. I Win."

M o o d : Hey look, Thanksgiving weekend is coming! Oh look. Homework.
R e a d i n g : 1984, by George Orwell
L i s t e n i n g T o : Click the link, and you shall hear.
Cloudy and cooler. Now, if only SoCal could have snow at lower elevations.
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Note: Clicketh not on the link if you are an overly sensitive person.

Ha, I'd be that last kid doing the happy dance at the end there, under the influence of video games...
Well, any type, not just first-person shooters.

Excuse me for living under a rock, but I'm just shocked to see how young the subjects for the piece were. I mean, a large chunk of them seemed to be in late-elementary to middle school children.

And there they sat, exposed to the lovely sound of guns shooting, and well...there was that one scene that sounded highly inapropriate. (And creepy.)

Perhaps it's because I wasn't exposed to FPS until I was....I dunno, 15-eesh or so (Which is an age where I could tell fiction from reality, and handle more mature themes, even though I do act like a ten-year-old today)...but, aren't some of these kids a tad too young for this?

At their age, I was fighting over the PS2 to play games like Final Fantasy or Spyro or Rachet and Clank, not shooting up stuff.
And today?

Well, let's see, my middle school-aged cousins play pirated FPS games, which make me highly sad to see how they've given in to a world of violence and whatnot that just so happens to be set in a world similar to our own.
It's not like I'm suspecting that they'll one day become serial killers of some sort, it's more along the lines of how they couldn't waste their brain cells in a world that's...well, more creative.

Like, I wonder how the expressions of the subjects would've changed if they were exposed to say, Aeris' last scene, or a game of Portal--games that have more meaning than those games where you steal cars and...um, yeah.

Yeah, this post was purely intended to pass the time.

Oh, and THIS CLOCK is EPIC.
(Hey, my lack of a clock in my room is starting to annoy me^*. Might as well save up for this, I suppose?)

^* D-kun has lost a clock to time. The room will eventually be cleaned.

Love Conquers

This made me happy today. Taken on the corner of South Coast Plaza
Synopsis of my day follows somewhere below...

Happy faces, Part Two

C:
Yeah, well, we did glitterfy Cotton Jenn's house, after all.
Note to self: In evil plan to take over Universe, make glitter cannons that blasts out...well, finely-chopped sparkles.
That'll show everyone not to mess with me. Muahahahahaha.

Imagine, a world where everyone's running in fear of the invasive glitter.
Oh, and upon securing the technology to make sophisticated human-killing nanobots, umm...

Do you want me to complete that thought now?

Happy faces

Random chaos ensued...
Sucrose's smiley face is rad C:
Cotton Jenn's face is priceless.

Apparantly, this was the by-product of working with glitter on our AP Biology project...
(Which was about cell membranes, but I don't think anyone cares.)
See, I toted my basket o' goodies, which happened to have finely-chopped glitter in a can...
And well, Sucrose had a field day with it as Cotton Jenn and I were trying to play around with her personal statement... :D
Now, about those glitterfied scars...