Summertime~

I know, I don't update ever. I'm working on it I swear.

Personally my favorite season; I mean come on, no school, that nasty snow is all melted, it's nice and hot out, the water is nice and refreshing...what's not to love about summer? Well actually, quite a few things. Let's see: summer school, camp (which is not always a good thing), sunburns (Note! I realize it is technically possible to get sunburned at any time of the year. However, it is more likely for one to get sunburned in the summer), summer jobs, and boredom. But hey, it's my favorite season.

So camp! For the past nine years, I have attended the exact same summer day camp since I was five. I didn't go this year; last year I worked as a counselor, and it was probably the worst choice I could have made for a job. The pay? $10 a day. That's right, not $10 an hour, but $10 a day. I worked 8-4:30, and occasionally had to stay for meetings until 9 at night. Sounds like fun, no? The only way I stayed remotely sane is because I had one adorable little kid named Jack Daniel, who thought I was his dad (his mother divorced). And yes, he also has the most amazing name ever. This summer I chose to work at a camp, but it's across my street (unlike the 1 and a half bus ride up to Camp Robin Hood, my former camp experience), and I get volunteer hours for it. I need 150 hours total, and so this pretty must cleans all of those up. So far, it's been going well. The kids seem to like me, which is cute, until you have 17 4 year olds whining at you because you can't choose a game to play with all of them. This is after you've gone through Bingo, Connect Four, and the other timeless classics that all children love.

I will get to my other points in a minute, but first, I found this quite interesting. Today, one of my kids brought a Pokemon card to the school - it's a school run camp. I was absolutely delighted to see that Pokemon continues to pass on generation to generation, and was about to sit down with him and rant about Pokemon together. The card was a Slowbro, by the way. Mahvash, my supervisor, swiftly glides over to us and tells the kid that he knows better and can't bring Pokemon cards to camp. She then threatened to take it away if she saw him with it again. I immediately ask Emre (the kid) after Mahvash leaves: "Well, why? You mean you can't bring Pokemon cards?" Emre tells me even talking about Pokemon is prohibited.
Now tell me you don't see something wrong with this picture. First of all, the kid is like 4 years old. What's he going to do, give everyone paper cuts with his Pokemon cards? Get distracted? (because as we all know, 4 year olds are attentive, sharp minded, and focused young children. Right.) Emre walked off to play with Playdoh after Mahvash talked to him, and 5 minutes later ran back asking me to show him a magic trick. Then he forgot what he was doing.

For god's sake, they're children. I have been trying to rationalize as to why Pokemon is completely taboo, and can't think of a reason. The franchise is aimed towards young children! I told my kids: "Guys, I really don't care. I encourage you to bring your cards. Trade them, talk about them, I don't mind. I won't tell Mahvash. Oh and ask her for me, why on earth can't you talk about Pokemon?" Not surprisingly, my kids completely adore me now. But seriously, I ask you, my reader (note the singular) to give me an explanation to this. I am completely confounded as to why children are shunned from even uttering the word "Bulbasaur".

Moving on, I am almost certain humanity is doomed. I have recently been introduced to a man named "Anthony." I have never met him, my friend introduced him to me via MSN. Within ten minutes of talking to me, he insisted I was his boyfriend and that we were to be married the second he turned 18. At first, I was certain he was just being silly. I even thought he was trolling me. So I asked him if he lieked mudkipz. He said he loved the Pokemon anime and that he was planning on buying Diamond. So, that eliminates a troll, hopefully he's just acting dumb. I get my friend in the conversation, and she plays a parody of him; she types in the same sentence structure he does, acts completely retarded, and is overly flamboyant. She also states she is a 17 year old female who lives in California. Not once does Anthony ask me how I know her. Ok, so maybe I met her online? I'm starting to seriously lose faith in this man's credibility. My friend then tells him he's stupid, can't type, and is so thickheaded she could chuck a brick at his face and he wouldn't notice. He lols.

So I'm officially certain he's dead serious, and is the most pathetic little man I've ever seen. He is religious I think to be "cool", he doesn't believe in God and yet states he's catholic. He persistantly insists I am his boyfriend, when I have told him to fuck off and die. He also once told me my girlfriend was imaginary, and that I was delusional. So tell me, reader, take a stab at his IQ. He's in a private school, and tells me he does "well". He refused to do the pig dissection, and came to the conclusion that he hates men. No, it didn't have anything to do with the pig. He just emailed me saying he thought the pig dissection was disgusting. I told him it was mandatory. He told me he hates men. Trying to follow his train of thought it dangerous - believe me, I once tried to follow his line of thinking. I ended up smashing my head against the wall a number of times because it wasn't possible.

I have told him that he is the sole reason I lose faith in humanity. If there are more people like him, we are seriously fucked. His intelligence scares me. It shouldn't be that bad. I just hope he's clinically retarded, or something. Because damn, if there's more like this person walking the streets, humanity is doomed. Anything like that who is able to corrupt our relatively intelligent gene pool should be shot dead right on the spot.

I will probably update later with details about a ton of plans I have the next couple of weeks - I'll update with reflections of how parties can be the reason I have difficulty sleeping.

Until next time, ciao.

Hey guys wanna see a useless post?

HERE IT IS.

This is to confirm that yes, I am still alive, but the blog is on pause. AKA temporarily dead. I have exams I am writing now, and a) don't have anything to post about b) don't have time to post anything.

Quick notes so I don't forgot: After Forever, exams hur, opening theme songs, and wars against pretentious

Impending rant in 3

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HAY GUYS. Did I keep you all in absolute suspense waiting for this next thrilling blog entry? I have actually been anticipating writing this for a while now, and already know exactly what I am going to talk about. Writing it down last night helped. A lot.

First: Metroid Prime. I used to have a mini journal on my computer that I'd write in when I was a)bored, b) depressed (very few times this happened) or c) recapping a vacation or exciting event. I used to name each entry in a format similar of that to the Metroid Prime database entries for Space Pirates. If you haven't played the game, skip this paragraph because you'll have no idea what I'm talking about. You know how each log was named? [sector in which update was made][day][some form of month][year] At least, that's what I make of it. It's never explicitly explained, but you can guess pretty accurately at how the Space Pirates function. The Metroid series is one of my favorite game series, and I absolutely adore the structure of the Space Pirate's experimentation.

IMPORTANT NOTICE. I have come to believe that I have ADHD (attention deficit hearing disorder), diagnosed on account of my horrible lack of attention. I have periods of time in my life where I get completely obsessed over one thing (example Mario games at the moment; a few weeks ago it was Digimon) which has also led me to believe I have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder). I am a neurotic freak who can't have his room messy, I organize my bookshelf frequently, and find joy in filing and vacuuming. And I have ADHD. My brain never fails to surprise me.

Ok. So I have an issue. Almost everyone knows what Pokemon is; it's been around for like twenty years now. Ok maybe less but WHATEVER. Anyways, I am a poketard who can almost perfectly recite all 498 pokemon, give an adequate description of each, and probably list all their learnable attacks. www.veekun.com is a god site for anyway who is thrilled by these hobbies. I have found that there is a general opinion that Pokemon is for little kids, and that I am a immature freak too old to be playing Pokemon. THIS IS MOST INCORRECT. Most people would say that international communication is highly sophisticated no? I mean, how often do you get to chat with some random person from Vietnam. Through Pokemon, this is possible. NOT ONLY are online battles fun and allow you to adapt battling strategies, but culture is spread! I have learnt (through online battles) that Iceland's streets are heated, and that the beds are most uncomfortable. This, ladies and gentlemen, could be the solution to world peace. If everyone played Pokemon, and had online battles with each other, it'd be like one giant happy family! Conferences could be held, there would be a deeper appreciation of culture, and all this would happen while you watch you Lucario learn Aura Sphere! I've gone off on a bit of a tangent and ended up with an insane ending, but you get the drift. It teachers kids strategies, allows people to talk and make friends, and it teaches patience. Because damn my Empoleon to hell if it doesn't earn experience faster.

Walls of text are fun to read aren't they.

FORUMS OF DOOM. Click my "Click plz" link on my link bar, and hit the forums button. Yes, it is Pokemon related, and no you will probably not appreciate it as much as I do. But I feel obliged to mention it so that it gets just a tiny bit of publicity.

CLIFFHANGERZ: I will get to my comics made of awesome next post (probably tommorow) and talk about my godawful fanfiction. AREN'T YOU EXCITED? Also: note to readers. My comment about the adventures of k19 and google was the result of me smashing my keyboard to see what amusing combination of letters would pop up. It was meant to be stupid, and yes, someone did ask me who k19 was.

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I'll talk about that next time too.

*flee*