Assorted Thoughts

Have you ever been halfway through typing your password to enter a site and then you realize that's not who you are anymore?

I don't understand the adventure update for Minecraft. Isn't the point of the game creation, not to become the exact same RPG everything else is? Minecraft is a sandbox game. It's a game where you dig a mine to find diamonds. It's a game where you use those diamonds and make a new pickaxe out of them, so you can mine harder. Mine faster. Mine better.


You know, it's sad, but I only actually have one part of Alpha Omega that I'm willing to show anyone. There's only one part that I think is good, one part that I'm satisfied with. And that's Godrick's death scene.

I passed Camp NaNoWriMo by because I'm not someone who can come up with a plot off the top of their head, and I forgot it existed until the starting date.

What do you do when you treat someone like crap and then they think that it's because everything they do is wrong? How do you convince them that it really IS you that's being such a douche, and it has nothing to do with their behavior?

Senior year is quickly approaching, and I don't know how I'm going to handle it. I don't even remember half the classes I signed up for. Why did I sign up for Advanced Art? I'm terrible at drawing. And painting. And using charcoal. And digital art. And being creative. I can write. That's about it.

If I could learn proportions without having to relearn realism first that would be nice. I hate realism most of the time, especially still lifes. Art is an escape from reality. Why confine yourself to what you see?

Why can't the Xbox be original? The Kinect came out at least five years before as a PlayStation attachment called the EyeToy. And from what I've heard the EyeToy was more sensitive to movement. Hmm.

Bohemian Rhapsody is a good song to have stuck in your head.

Alpha dog and o-o-omegalomaniac-ac-ac, ac-ac, alpha dog and o-o-omega, mega-lo, welcome to the new deja vu, I can almost see the wizard through the curtains

I'm going to miss the seniors. Heck, I already do. Nobody's going to miss me...

I wish I had time for Orchestra again. And I kind of wish I could sing. And that Mr. Heeren hadn't hated me and kicked me off the flute.

Even if I'm dead to the rest of the world, I know there's one person that cares about me, no matter what. And it isn't my other. It isn't even my best friend. It's someone I met back in eighth grade because she was a friend of a friend. And I think she's the most caring person I've ever met in my life. I wish I were more like her.

I probably like ground, rock, and steel-type Pokemon because they're stable. Tyranitar, Nidoking, Aggron, Mawile, Rhydon, Metagross, Sandslash, Golem, Kabutops, Rampardos, Anorith. Hmm.

I wish I had the power to make America not suck for anyone.

Dull. Tedious. Insipid, even.

Why was I cursed with being boring? Of all people, an accountant, a lawyer, somebody who it would make sense with- why did it have to be me? I'm too young to be boring.

At this age it's practically a crime. I'm perfectly law-abiding most of the time, and when I'm not I don't do anything particularly outlandish. And I even feel bad about those. I'm never enough to entertain my friends, who all love to go out and do fun things. I don't KNOW how to have fun. I know how to write and play video games, and that's about it. I can't even make an interesting conversation.

All I ever do is sit at home and watch Colbert and be prudish, boring, and restrictive to my more free-spirited friends. Why can they even STAND me?!

I wish I were fun.

Ider.

I have too many blogs, yeah I know shut up. But since Godrick doesn't have any way of telling what's going on during, you know, kind of HIS revolution, the one he brought about anyway, I thought, "Hey! Blog!"

Hrm. Kinda sounded like Navi, there.

And given the fact that in that little cloistered corner of the world without a name yet where Team Omega resides currently is, well, cloistered, do you really think they'd let them read the blog of the Catalyst anyway? They'd block that shit so hard it'd fly into next week! But not really.

So, if you haven't heard yet, I'm not going to set up another account for him. (Waste of time, I think.) But I removed my profile from it, at least. So it won't say he's Arkie. >_> You can find the blog itself riiiiight here. -> http://arkierebellion.blogspot.com/

Corny title, I know. Shut up. x)

Gold + ESFJ = nobody really cares, do they?

Personality crap from yours truly.

Gold

You are conventional. You are the pillar of strength and have high respect for authority. You like to establish and maintain policies, procedures, and schedules. You have a strong sense of right and wrong. You are naturally parental and dutiful.

You are good at things that require organization, dependability, management, and detail. You need to be useful and to belong. You are the sensible, stable backbone of any group. You believe that work comes before play.

ESFJ

ESFJs are people persons - they love people. They are warmly interested in others. They use their Sensing and Judging characteristics to gather specific, detailed information about others, and turn this information into supportive judgments. They want to like people, and have a special skill at bringing out the best in others. They are extremely good at reading others, and understanding their point of view. The ESFJ's strong desire to be liked and for everything to be pleasant makes them highly supportive of others. People like to be around ESFJs, because the ESFJ has a special gift of invariably making people feel good about themselves.

The ESFJ takes their responsibilities very seriously, and is very dependable. They value security and stability, and have a strong focus on the details of life. They see before others do what needs to be done, and do whatever it takes to make sure that it gets done. They enjoy these types of tasks, and are extremely good at them.

ESFJs are warm and energetic. They need approval from others to feel good about themselves. They are hurt by indifference and don't understand unkindness. They are very giving people, who get a lot of their personal satisfaction from the happiness of others. They want to be appreciated for who they are, and what they give. They're very sensitive to others, and freely give practical care. ESFJs are such caring individuals, that they sometimes have a hard time seeing or accepting a difficult truth about someone they care about.

With Extraverted Feeling dominating their personality, ESFJs are focused on reading other people. They have a strong need to be liked, and to be in control. They are extremely good at reading others, and often change their own manner to be more pleasing to whoever they're with at the moment.

The ESFJ's value system is defined externally. They usually have very well-formed ideas about the way things should be, and are not shy about expressing these opinions. However, they weigh their values and morals against the world around them, rather than against an internal value system. They may have a strong moral code, but it is defined by the community that they live in, rather than by any strongly felt internal values.

All ESFJs have a natural tendency to want to control their environment. Their dominant function demands structure and organization, and seeks closure. ESFJs are most comfortable with structured environments. They're not likely to enjoy having to do things which involve abstract, theoretical concepts, or impersonal analysis. They do enjoy creating order and structure, and are very good at tasks which require these kinds of skills. ESFJs should be careful about controling people in their lives who do not wish to be controlled.

ESFJs respect and believe in the laws and rules of authority, and believe that others should do so as well. They're traditional, and prefer to do things in the established way, rather than venturing into unchartered territory. Their need for security drives their ready acceptance and adherence to the policies of the established system. This tendency may cause them to sometimes blindly accept rules without questioning or understanding them.

An ESFJ who has developed in a less than ideal way may be prone to being quite insecure, and focus all of their attention on pleasing others. He or she might also be very controling, or overly sensitive, imagining bad intentions when there weren't any.

ESFJs at their best are warm, sympathetic, helpful, cooperative, tactful, down-to-earth, practical, thorough, consistent, organized, enthusiastic, and energetic. They enjoy tradition and security, and will seek stable lives that are rich in contact with friends and family.

Famous ESFJs:

Leonard "Bones" McCoy (Star Trek)
Mrs. Molly Weasley (Harry Potter)

So basically the same thing twice.

/sarcasm

So my weekend sucked. I mean, you'd think it would have been pretty awesome considering it was supposed to be the apocalypse, but... no. It sucked.

Saturday, as per the usual, was better than Sunday. That seems to be the general algorithm for week awesomeness. Is it even an algorithm? What the heck IS an algorithm?

al·go·rithm
-noun
A set of rules for solving a problem in a finite amount of steps

Well I guess I've been using "algorithm" wrong this whole time but at least I know how to spell it when I use it wrong. At any rate it seems to go like this. For me, at any rate.

Worst-Thursday-Monday-Sunday-Friday-Tuesday-Wednesday-Saturday-Best

Except Saturday sucked, so I don't have high hopes. I talked to people on Skype, got griped out for not liking buffs, and survived the not-apocalypse. It was really mediocre, which would have been nice for a Thursday but was very saddening for a Saturday.

Sunday should have been better considering where I went- Sioux City with Amanda and Rory and his girlfriend. Sioux City trips are always fun with Amanda. Except this time.

I just didn't feel right the whole day. It was really dumb. I mean, we ate at HuHot and went to the mall and saw Pirates 4. What could be so bad about that?

I don't know. I just felt horrible the whole time. Like I shouldn't have been there.

Which made it all the worse when we got back at seven. To my house. And my mom was not driving up to Sioux Rapids or even Storm Lake.

So no grad parties for me. I'm sure nobody noticed I wasn't there though. I tend to be pretty invisible.

Also, today sucked. And will suck even more. I have a headache, I spilled Dektol while trying to develop pictures (twice), mixed the fix wrong, and I'm just all around sucktastic today. And I still have to go to karate. If I don't my mom will yell at me.

And to top it off I can't write.

Hooray.

Life in general.

I have a love/hate relationship with it right now. Nobody reads this stupid blog anyway so I don't know why I'm posting on it.

What I love about life: People. Writing. Characters. Art, and mostly friends.

What I hate about life: People! My writing. Characters that don't listen. My lack of artistic talent, and ESPECIALLY friends.

I'm going through a depressive phase (and it IS just a phase,  because I don't have clinical depression, I'm not saying that people with depression or BPD or bipolar stuff are just going through a phase, it's just me personally) and you know how they always tell you in school to tell people if you want to kill yourself? I did. They said I'd get help. They forgot all about me. It's been almost two weeks now.

Oh, and to top it all off I might have diabetes. That's brilliant. But hey no one reads this junk anyway so it doesn't matter what I say here.

I swear the next person that tells me "you don't have it so bad, you don't live in Africa and you aren't starving" is going to get their throat slit open. Kids in Africa have physical problems sure but I'm sure they aren't as psychologically damaged as this nation. Besides, you can be poor without living in Africa. I would know.

Eff you, life.

Oh woe is me

I have issues. Clearly.

So, prom. It's tomorrow. Almost today, seeing as how it's only forty minutes until 4/16/11 as I write this. Thirty-nine. Anyway.

So, the only reason I'm going to the one here is because I'm getting an iPod out of the whole ordeal. No clue why but I am. Unfortunately it's making my "other" quite agitated because they wanted to be at my first prom.

But there's really nothing I can do about it, I already paid the money and everything...

Well, tomorrow and it'll be over and their suspicions that I'll find someone better and totally go all "beast with two backs" on them will be eased. Because I won't. I don't do that.