Blast from the 8 Year Old Past

Today I finally broke down and bought the latest Pokemon game. I had to start this post with that sentence, the first step is admitting it. The last time I played a Pokemon game with the intention of beating it was when I was 10, one of my more depressing years. At that time I caught all the Pokemon that one can in the game. I bought the game with the intention of taking an epic trip back into my childhood, a nice ritual that symbolized who I was then, and who I am now. As it turns out who I am now is an idiot who still spends $40 on Pokemon games. Regardless, I think I need to finish this, catch all 493 (a number I looked up that made me immediatly regret typing the previous words) pokemon. My goal is June. My friend Stephanie (I would link to her blog but...I don't think she has one) is going to catch the Soul Silver pokemon for me. It has been awhile since I've done this and after completing the first badge I'm sore (not that fingers, that would be moronic, more in the general brain area, like I've been hit with a sledgehammer). I think the first step should be to beat the game, get all the badges, then go to the areas and catch em' all! Please excuse my lack of excitement.

Pokemon Progress Report:
Pokemon Obtained: 4
Pokemon Seen: 12
Last Pokemon Thought: "What the hell are the Ruins of Alph...why do I care"

University Visits

I've just returned from my university visit to Brock University. Here are a few of the things I noticed:
1. It's close to Great Wolf Lodge, an indoor waterpark/hotel! It has a water coaster for the people who enjoy those things (not me) and a lazy river for those who enjoy going around in circles with their feet up (me). If you're ever looking for a way to totally relax, lazy river my friend. If there is one thing I have discovered, it is that.
2. I have no idea where the heck Lost is going. If you've ever watched the movie Gigantic you'll know the feelings, having no idea where its going (kinda thrilling) and having no idea where its going (kinda annoying). Just sub in a smoke monster for the crazy homeless man, and an actual enjoyable plot and they're very similar. Let's hope the ending is better than the homeless man being imaginary (sorry, but you really shouldn't watch it anyways, consider it a favour).
3. If I could get 1) a skeeball machine 2) star wars arcade shooter (newer one) 3) Pacman, in my house...oh it wouldn't be healthy.
4. Finally some Brock things. Brock is awesome. My one piece of advice to anyone choosing universities is to visit the schools (not the website). When you find the right one, I think you'll know it. Maybe it'll be the Macs in the computer lab (Mac Pro btw, just sayin), or just the feel but you will know. In addition to that, maybe spend a bit of the time alone. Families try to be helpful, and they are, but they aren't with you in university, what you feel is what matters.
5. In Death of a Salesman, when Happy keeps saying "I'm losing weight Pop" but Willy doesn't even respond to him...unimaginably sad. Just noticed that on the second time through.
6. Keeping in touch is going to be hard. In the two days since I've been gone it has felt like much longer. I'm going to have to find a better way than texting...something for the future.
I will continue this later. It's late and there is a waterslide to supervise tomorrow.

And I'm Back

Perhaps it is because I happened to wander by the computer, or perhaps due to a conscious desire to blog. Either way, I am here. Today, due to a lack of inspiration, I will discuss the social convention of best friendship. Recently, the post of my best friendship has been in a state of flux. For those of you who are saying "Oh, no! I cannot be so" do not worry, all is ok. No, my comments on my best friendship that I am here to discuss, it is some unnamed person. More specifically it is someone with TWO best friends. Now, I do no begrudge the fact that this person has two close friends. In fact I am very happy. My problem is with the entire idea that you can have two best friends. Being the best at something implies that you are bar none the most skilled person at the particular field. Saying that two people are the best insults them both because it takes away the specialness of being the best; those people are not the best, they are not bar none. And so I say to all those people sitting on the fence, you cannot have two best friends. Harry Potter's was Ron. Hermoine was a good friend, wonderful, terrific- whatever you want to call her. But she wasn't his best friend. Now i say to you, dear reader, who's yours?

In other, less debating, news, I have read my first book of the new Mitchian calendar year. It is called "Up in the Air, and will soon out in the theatres as a movie of the same name. I really enjoyed the book in a weird Fight Clubish way. It gave me a feeling in the pit of my stomach, I didn't like it but that was the point. I would recommend this book to anyone who cares to take my opinion.

Finally, to the writer's of Glee. I love your show. It's lack of theme song (sans a shout of Glee in harmony) would annoy me with any other show, but it works with you. However, could you do me a favour? Give me a phone call and tell me whether Finn and Rachel, Shouster and Emma, or The Gym Teacher and Sue will get together (ok perhaps not the last one). This stringing me along is getting me all sad, and that simply is against the nature of your wonderful program.

Happy Birthday to Me

It is that time of year again. The time when I evaluate my life, realize that I wish I was more...this (organized, hard working, dedicated; you name the adjective), and make a series of rules that will lead me on the path towards success. Every year I throw myself through these personal hoops of mine, hoping that self improvement is just a few cursory rules away. And every year I seem to summon the enthusiasm heretofore only seen in Bring it On by Kristen Dunst. Speaking of this performance, don't you think it's her personal best? Her ability to summon such annoying enthusiasm toward something so trivial is nothing below impressive. However, this is off-topic. Once again, I have created some goals for my new year.

First, it is my goal to read more often, something I have slowly let go as I have become older. Remember the days when you were 10 and could read a book in a few hours? Those days sadly have come and gone for me. I seldom go past 30 pages without feeling...full. I spend the rest of the night digesting what I've read, wishing I could go on, knowing it cannot. Now, I will put an effort into ensuring that it can. My goal is to read 52 books this year; one per week.

My other goal, I have kept it to two in an attempt to simplify the process, is to blog. I do not want to say once a day, because that, as any of the readers of this blog would know, does not work. No, I just want to blog enough that I am satisfied. What this amount is...I don't know. Over the next year I hope to find out.

Now, as the remaining minutes of the day I became an adult grow thin, I hear the familiar theme of Dexter. The temptations already confront me. And, for now, I give in.

Alysha's Latest Post

Diary of a Infrequent Blogger

10:07pm-Shit! I have to blog by midnight! I never should have agreed to Blog Every Day April! Damn you Glee with your singing Journey songs and your will-they-won’t-they plots! What the heck can I blog about!? Writer’s Block!

10:13pm- Time for a Writer’s Block Snack. Triskets!

10:15pm- Forgot Triskets make my mouth bleed. Time for a Post Trisket Bleed Drink. Pink Lemonade!

10:24pm- And of course after drinking Pink Lemonade I must do a manly activity! 100 pushups.

10:53-Well that was embarrassing...

10:59pm- Procrastinating with Christa, she tells me that if I “pile up enough tomorrows all i’ll be left with is a bunch of empty yesterdays” I reply that if I “pile up enough late nights, all I’ll be left with is a heroin addiction.” Maybe I could write about how heroin would affect my writing!

11:06pm-Scratch that idea. Subsequent heroin addiction would cost more than the writing career they would give. Must research cheap drugs.

11:08pm- I come to the realization that the point at which I consider researching cheap drugs, is the point at which sleep is needed.

11:11pm- It’s wish time! I wish for an idea. No lightning bolt of idea hits me.

11:12pm- Still nothing...

11:18pm- It’s time for a Procrastination Snack. Which Cereal Mascot’s plight will speak to me today? Captain Crunch has got that giant ship he breaks walls with, I wonder what would happen if he and the Kool-Aid Man teamed up. Not even Fort Knox would be safe!... Maybe Trix?

11:23pm- They’re after me lucky charms!

11:25pm- Inspiraaaaaation!!! It’s about time someone made a system to decide the best cereal mascot. Someone must fight for the poor rabbit that is constantly denied his only passion. He’s like Ahab, destined to pursue an ever illusive goal until his passion ultimately results in his death! Who will judge the battle for the title of best Cereal Mascot!? Who will decided the victor of... The Cereal Bowl?! That’s me!

11:31pm- And done. Time to sleep...

11:24am- Did I honestly compare a Cereal Mascot to Moby Dick? Where’s the erase button?

My Second Open Letter to a Douchebag that I'm Happy was a Douchbag

Dear Alex,

We don't know each other. You may faintly remember that I'm the guy who was grinding with your ex-girlfriend at a dance while you were grinding with another guy while wearing neon green pants and a pink wig. You also may have read my letter to another douchebag, that letter has caused me to write this one. You see my girlfriend (again your ex, just to make sure youre on the same page...I've heard you aren't the most clever) was slightly offended that she didn't get an angry letter written by one of her friends to you. Also she thinks that I wrote that our first time was terrible (by our I mean Alysha and I, not you and i...sorry neon green just turns me off). So that's why i'm writing you this letter. Unfortunately, I don't really think that I can write an angry letter to you. I'm not angry at all. You see I'm glad that you're a jerk who dumps girls because they won't give him sexual pleasure after a month. Because of that, I'm with an amazing girl who i love and who loves me back (not to brag or anything, if i was bragging I would say that the sex is great...it is...sorry). So thank you, please continue to be an asshole, wear leopard skin banana hammocks and dump girls for being angry that they won't go down on you in the first date, I encourage it. Because while it may hurt the girl in the short term, she'll go for the nice guy (that's me...i hope) and you, you'll probably be alone. Thanks again!

Mitch