iPod Shuffle rocks...hardcore!

So my girfriend got me an iPod Shuffle for christmas...you know the new crazy small ones with a little clip. Well i gotta say its so amazing. Just the sheer smallness of it is so convenient and then on top of that it has a built it clip, pure genius. Another thing is that its memory is all flash, as opposed to a disk drive in regular ipods. That means no freezing or skipping or waiting for the hard drive to catch up with your fingers after you push the skip button 30 times in under a second. Everything is instant. One thing that is different is the lack of touch sensitivity. In a way its nice cause you can change the volume through your clothes or whatever fairly easy, just push the + or - button. On the other hand it takes a little to get used to after rotating for so long. You would think not having a screen would be a drawback...but I think it's nicer because its always a surprise whats next. And your playlist is never the same..ever. Here are some nice pictures i took with my new digital camera.







~Aldana

Inspiration through failure....and telepathic midgets

Failure is inevitable. Embrace it, learn from it, get past it. I'm going to sound like a motivational speaker, but to be a winner is to be unafraid of losing, to turn failure into inspiration, to strive to never let such a failure happen again.

With that in mind, this past semester went pretty bad, where the last month of the semester I was pretty sure I was going to fail every class. No exaggeration. Luckily, I somehow managed to come out with a 3.0 gpa for the semester, I seriously don't know how that happened, I guess talking to the professors throughout the semester and building a working relationship with them actually does influence what grade they give you. Nonetheless, from the week before thanksgiving up to new years day, my life was ruled by fear and "wtf am I gonna do now" type mentalities.

I digress tho, what I want to discuss here, is how motivating it would be to have a telepathic midget follow you around everywhere. His sole purpose would be to read your thoughts, and whenever he sensed fear or laziness clouding your judgment, he'd dragon kick you in the shins until you submit to his will, thus reminding and inspiring you to get back up and focus on the task at hand, and to not be bullied by life. I'd prefer my telepathic midget to look like Willow. He could switch up his attack routine every now and again by jabbing me in the gut with his lil wand stick thing, or throwing hardened brownies in the shape of Brownies at my throat. Instead of saying "thats not possible" or "that can't happen" you should say "How could I get my own telepathic midget?", such a train of thought opens the mind, instead of closing it, as the former statements would do.



The telepathic midget would be perfect for everything. For exercising, you could put the midget on your back, for a weighted run. You could use the midget as a weight or medicine ball, like mothers sometimes do with their newborns. For studying, he'd be a great help. A lot of people study by debating with their own mind a certain subject. With a telepathic midget on hand, you could bring such mental debates out into reality, where you'd act the one side of your brain, and the midget would read the other half of your mind and present its case. The auditory reception of your own thoughts would help you retain the information your learning, something you could never get from just mental debates.

You would not fear the midget, because hes just a midget. He'd just get annoying at most, to drive you past your fear and laziness towards greater things, as "discontent is the first step of man or nation towards greatness". The elimination of fear opens up so many possibilities for you. In apocalypto the guy was able to fight off the remaining evil mayans when he had no more fear. Its why Machiavelli says "since fear and love can hardly co-exist, it is better to be feared than loved" because fear paralyzes the people. Arnold Scrwenagger was only able to defeat the predator when he overcame his fear. Tom Cruise profoundly said "F it" when he overcame his fears of the risky business he was about to undertake, realizing win or lose he'd still have come out ahead of everyone else who never risked anything.

So take risks; smart, useful ones tho.

SOMETIMES I LIKE TO SIT DOWN ON COWS

COWS ARE THE GREATEST CREATURES IN THE UNIVERSE, THEY ARE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE, IF YOU WILL. WITHOUT COWS HOW COULD I EVER ENUOY ANY PASTRY AGAIN. PASTRIES ARE JUST TOO DRY BY THEMSELVES, LIKE THE PERSONALITY OF CARSON DALY. HE ALWAYS NEEDS THE RICH DISTINCT AND FUNNY PERSONALITIES OF INTERESTING PEOPLE TO MAKE HIMSELF APPEALING TO ANYONE. BUT STILL, THAT WAS A BAD ANALOGY, AS PASTRIES ARE DELICIOUS AND TAKE TRUE TALENT TO MAKE GOOD ONES, AND CARSON DALY WAS MOST LIKELY CONCEIVED WHEN THE RETARD JANITOR OF AN AIRPORT DRANK TO MUCH JET FUEL AND GOT OVERLY FRISKY WITH THE BROKEN X-RAY MACHINE. MMMM X RAY MACHINES MAKE ME RANDY.

SO RECENTLY I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS. I FOUND IT TO BE SYMBOLIC, AS EACH STEP MY SKULL VIOLENTLY SLAMMED INTO REPRESENTED THAT COWS ARE EVERYTHING TO ME. TOMMOROW I'M GOING TO BAKE A NEW AWESOME BAKED GOOD. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YET, BUT IT WILL BE SO GOOD, ILL PROBABLY END UP DYING WHEN I TRY TO EAT IT WHILE ITS STILL IN THE OVEN AND GET STUCK AND CATCH ON FIRE AND SPURT PRECIOUS CHOCOLATE BLOOD FROM MY HEART.

TIME TO SLEEP. OR WATCH BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, ONE OR THE OTHER.

WAIT, MUST WRITE ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED. A MOUSE CREPT INTO MY ROOM, SHORTLY AFTER THE SONG "SAVEOURSOULLISA" BY DAMON ALBARN AND MICHAEL NYMAN CAME ON. THIS SONG IS THE EPITOME OF SONGS FOR EPIC HUNTS/FIGHTS TO THE DEATH. I QUIETLY HIT THE VOLUME BUTTON ON THE KEYBOARD TO TURN THE MUSIC UP, AND REACHED FOR MY PEN THAT DOUBLES AS A FLASHLIGHT AND LASER POINTER, AND CRAWLED TOWARDS THE CORNER THE MOUSE HAD RUN TO. THEN THE LIL FURRY HELLSPAWN RAN RIGHT AT ME, WHICH WAS UNEXPECTED AS MY PREVIOUS ENCOUNTERS WITH SUCH CREATURES LED ME TO BELIEVE THEY ARE SCARRED LIL BUGGERS THAT RUN AWAY FROM YOU, NOT AT YOU. ITS SPRINT TOWARDS ME CAUSED ME TO PANIC, BUT FOR SOME REASON I JUMPED AT IT AND MY GUT SMOTHERED IT, BUT I ALSO JABBED MYSELF IN THE FACE WITH THE PEN, BUT TOOK IN THE PAIN.

THE "SAVEYOURSOULLISA" SONG ENDED, AND THE SONG "WHEN OUR WINGS ARE CUT, CAN WE STILL FLY?" SONG CAME ON, AS PERFORMED BY THE KRONOS QUARTET. I FELT REMORSE, FOR SMOTHERING THE MOUSE, WE COULD HAVE BECOME MUTUAL MUSES TO EACH OTHER, I INSPIRE IT TO WALK ON ITS HIND LEGS, AND CHARM WOMEN, AND IT'D INSPIRE ME TO CRAP A LOT IN PEOPLES HOUSES AND RUN ALONGSIDE WALLS REALLY FAST AT NIGHT TIME, OCCASIONALLY IN THE DAYTIME. I ROLLED OVER TO TAKE THE MOUSE AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW FOR THE SQUIRRELS TO CARRY OFF INTO THE WOODS, AND PERFORM THEIR TYPICAL SQUIRREL SACRIFICIAL RITUALS OF MICE TO APPEASE THEIR ACORN GODS. IF I DON'T GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO SACRAFICE, THEY'LL WAIT PATIENTLY IN THE TREETOPS, FOR ME TO COME OUT TO GO TO MY CAR, AND WILL THROW THINGS AT MY HEAD WITH EXTREME ACCURACY AND FORCE, AND ONE WILL USUALLY DO A KAMIKAZE JUMP ONTO MY CRANIUM TO PERFORM THE 1000 SLASHES OF THE SQUIRREL TALONS, BEFORE I GRAB HOLD IF ITS TAIL, AND DRIVE OFF IN MY CAR HOLDING IT OUT THE WINDOW SO ITS BODY GETS RIPPED APART FROM BEING DRAGGED ALONG THE ROAD AT 60 MILES AN HOUR. IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY, BUT THE SQUIRRELS ARE A PROUD SPECIES, AND DON'T RECOGNIZE THEIR PLACE IN NATURE.



SO THE MOUSE WASN'T ACTUALLY UNDER MY GUT, IT APPARENTLY ESCAPED. I LOOKED OVER TO THE HOLE IN THE WALL, AND SAW ITS GLEAMING EYES. "RACHEL'S SONG" PERFORMED BY VANGELIS WAS PLAYING. IT WAS DIVINE, THE MOUSE AND I MADE A CONNECTION AT THAT MOMENT, UNITED BY A BELIEF, THAT THE PEACEFUL CO-EXISTENCE OF MAN AND BEAST CAN AND WILL COME TO PASS, AND THAT MOUSE TRAPS REALLY HURT A LOT WHEN STEPPED ON. I THINK I WILL SET UP MOUSE TRAPS IN THE TREETOPS NEXT TIME I SENSE THE SQUIRRELS GETTING THEIR HEADS FULL OF IDEAS OF SUPERIORITY.