The Smell of Superman and Other Flying Things

Again, these are the things of movies.

My roommate and her friend came into the dorm today. Every time they come, it's a little surprising, since I hardly ever see them anymore (it has been the most glorious month of solitude!). They barged in, out of breath. It wasn't until she sputtered out (with deep inhales), "can you keep a secret?" that I noticed something was different. I assured her that I could, and it was then that the bundle in her arms caught my attention. Uh-oh. And, with context-clue certainty, a small puppy rolled out of the clothing. Seriously... does that ever happen in real life? People always say things like this only happen in the movies, but I am becoming more and more doubtful of that truth. Anyway, it was a cuteish dog... I want to say utterly adorable, but it's fur was slightly awkward. But a puppy is a puppy. And it is now in my dorm room. They only wanted to keep it there for a little, while the two of them had to come to the school for classes. They've arranged it so that one of them will be in the room at all times. I would be glad to watch it, however, I have a class, a desert party, and work. I'm booked until at least 7 tonight. They'll be gone by then. It's a shame.

Thanks to an English project, I now know more about Superman than I ever wanted to know. Seriously, I never realized how involved he was in my life. But whatever. I have been having these weird dreams about Peter Pan of late. I'm always thinking about Neverland... I think this might be a sign, some sort of window into my heart. I don't want these responsibilities. I just want to go to Neverland, stay young forever, and go on adventures. But honestly, who doesn't want that? Then again, I also have this desire to fulfill my dreams, which can only be achieved with age. And so I am at a conflict in my life. Yet, it can hardly be called a conflict, since there is only one real probable result. I have nothing else to say on the subject. I just wanted to bring it up.

I got a whiff of Jake cologne the other day. I got this wave of nostalgia. It was really nice.

And faster than a speeding bullet, I'm out.

Minam Go Syndrom

Stop it. Just stop it, please. I never came here with the intent of finding this 'love'. If anything, I came to escape it. What worth is a Silver Lining if it's nothing more than a metallic paint? What Truth is lacking when the entire existence is a lie? How far do I have to run? Why can't I just have friends? That's all I ever wanted.

Bosco and the Lucky Streak.

Today is the best day ever. I got off work early today, so I am actually capable of writing on my blog. That makes me so happy. I even forced myself to have the mindset that I was going to be at work until 11 tonight. I hate the weekends for that purpose. Except Sundays... Sundays are fine. So as a result, I was pleasantly surprised when my manager told me that she was going to try to get me out by nine (when she first mentioned that I needed to get my stuff together, I tried to not get my hopes up). I was so happy T_T She probably thought I was a freak when I bowed to her and thanked her for letting me leave. So yes. Awesome night for that little pleasure alone. The real Best Day Ever was yesterday. Since I'm in the international club, I was allowed to go on a trip to Memphis, TN. It was quite a drive to get there, but the things we desired to experience could only be done in Memphis. We went to the Civil Rights museum, and saw the spot where Martin Luther King died. It was kind of strange... seeing the exact spot. We even saw the room the shot was supposed to have come from. Very weird... After that, we went to the Memphis Zoo!! It was totally awesome. It's supposedly the best zoo in the country. I haven't researched it, but I'd be willing to agree with that statement. It was really awesome. I was walking with three Chinese people... As a result, we stayed by the pandas for a very long time. We also walked very slow, and took a million pictures of really random things. I can't imagine why they felt it was necessary to stop and snap some photos of the fake boa constrictor that hung on a bridge as a Halloween decoration when there were real snakes right around the corner. But whatever. We saw practically everything. I just love zoos. The best animals there were the grizzly bears. I really love grizzles, ever since that dream I had a few months ago. I want a pet bear. Like Bosco. But that isn't going to happen, so... I'll just be a zoo keeper! Anyway.... After the zoo, we went to this Golf and Games place. I wasn't to pumped about it, since everything required money. They had an arcade on the inside, so we went there and hung out. I wasn't willing to spend my money on something so useless, but my friend was determined. She made me play Percussion Masters and an off brand DDR (yes, they exist). It was pretty fun. I powned her in those games, but then we went to the games that had prizes... She is the luckiest girl in the world. Her first game of ski-ball consisted of a 50,000 and two 100,000. In that one game where the light spins around and you're supposed to stop it on the jackpot, her first try got her one spot away from the goal. The second time, the thing ran out of tickets, so a guy came to fix it. Along with the tickets that it spit out, he gave us 50 more tickets. Then, while we stood there thinking of what to do next, the machine spit out even more tickets! That was awesome. On her third try at the game, she got the jackpot! Uhm, no freaking way??! I've only gotten the jackpot once on that game! It was pretty sweet. By the end of our time there, we ended up with 250 tickets. We both got star-shaped glasses, and she also got herself a top and a foam dice. I don't know why she chose those prizes, but that's whatever peals her peach. After Golf and Games, we at dinner on Bael St. All of the neon signs were pretty cool. Our dinner was fun, too. I ate a hamburger with pineapple on it. It was freaking delicious. Then we got on the buses and took a long ride home... But it was all worth it.

In my ceramics class, we had to make four face cups. They had to connect in some way. So of course, I made Donald, Goofy, Mickey, and Sora cups! I am pretty proud of them. I can't wait to drink out of them. though, it might be a good idea to invest in a straw... That'll be next on my Wal-Mart list (along with some floss and mace).

Somebody recently told me about how the Japanese government is giving away 10,000 round flight tickets to Japan for tourists. When I heard this, I immediately looked it up to see if it was true. Sure enough! I got really excited, and started planning my trip there. In fact, right now, I have my map all set. I invited my best friend to go with me, because after I thought about it, going alone didn't sound nearly as fun. I had considered inviting more people, but as I meditated on it, the whole thing began to sound crowded... Of course, I wouldn't mind having a few other people, but I don't want it to become one of those ridiculous 'adventures'. I just want to be in Japan. I've heard a million plans about a group of people going to such-and-such a place and doing such-and-such events. That sounds... horrible. I wouldn't have any fun doing that. It might sound selfish, but I have no desire to walk around with a group of people. I can do that any day of the week. There's a reason I have time to sit here and write on a blog. Neither me nor my friend would have any need to go on guided tours. We could do whatever we wanted. And that alone sounds like paradise.

I'm really scattered right now. To be honest, all I want to do is look up Japanese hotel rates and read my Chinese book. Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the library and find some books to help me with my asian languages. Someday, I'll be fluent in Chinese, Japanese, and Korean (a new addition to my list). *sigh* I just want to sleep for a thousand years and wake up to a new world.

And with a glimpse into my soul, I'll take my leave.

Crapes and Other Things That Rhyme.

It seems I have slightly gotten out of the habit of writing. Not that anyone really cares. I just feel better about myself when I remember that all of my adventures have been recorded on some sort of public billboard. Yet I would like to point out that it isn't entirely my fault that my writing has become late and scattered, as compared to my previously steady progression. The largest highlight in my life as of now is my new job at Sonic. I never had any desire to work in a fast food place. In fact, I rather detested the thought. However, Sonic doesn't seem to horrible. All I really do is make drinks and ice-cream. I answer the register every once in a while, but I can't find any of the buttons, so I usually leave that for somebody else. That is to say, when I hear the high pitched note that squeals every time somebody presses the red button, I immediately busy myself with cleaning the blender or gather more ice. That can be someone else's job. I'll stick to my ice-cream, thank you. My hours feel like they stretch on forever. It drives me crazy when somebody comes in 5 minutes before closing and asks for an Oreo Blast. That just creates more of a mess. Not that I'm blaming people who do that. No, not at all. I agree that ice-cream always tastes better at night. I just don't enjoy this particular fact. I can't wait to become a car hop. It should be known that car hops on only make $5 an hour. You're correct: that is less than minimum wage! The rest of their money comes from tips. So! People! Tip your car hops! They're counting on you. Since I have class all morning, I am stuck working closing every time. It's not so bad, since I'm guaranteed an ending point. However, one thing freaks me out more than anything: going home. It's only a 10 minute walk from Sonic to my dorm, but that 10 minutes is terrifying. The scariest thing in the world to me is rape. And apparently, on the first day of school last year, a girl got gang raped on the very road that go home on. Terrifying? I think yes! Honestly... some of the things humans do is so discussing. How can a group of people be so... Ah. I just can't get over these things. It's probably terrible, but I do this thing where I beg God to let me hold the burden of humanity. I would willingly put myself in that situation if it meant the safety of the rest of the women in the world. And that's exactly what Jesus did... the difference is, the freedom I seek is worldly, and the freedom that He obtained was eternal. As a human, I just can't get my mind out of time. That's just the way things are...

I got to go home this weekend, and I was really excited. My sister was in a big school event, and I was going to get to see her. Two of my best friends drove down to pick me up. The ride was really fun. We stopped at this church field, and pretty much walked through time. It was to insane to describe. We got back to my hometown at about 4. I then proceeded to wake up at 7 so that I could go to my sisters thing. After that, I ran all over town, visiting people and doing as much as I could before I went back to college. Then I had to go to a football game, and was prompt to leave right after the half-time show. On the next day, I ran errands, and forced my friend to take me on a date. I'd never been on one before, don't plan on going on one for a while, and I just wanted to try it out. It wasn't much of a date, though. We pretty much just hung out. He did pay for my mini golf and fish food. Either way, it was fun. The entire weekend was so exhausting. The best part of it was the crapes my mom made Sunday morning, right before we left. I need to find an IHOP soon, so that I can have some every week. Gah, I love crapes.

I'm so tired right now. However, the internet in my dorm is seriously killing me. I haven't been able to watch a full episode of You're Beautiful in forever. And if I haven't even been able to do that, then it's no wonder I haven't written in a while! Work tomorrow. Sleep now. Plus, my iTunes is doing this really weird thing where it keeps playing the same songs over and over.

Is any of this for real, or not?