Return of the Human & Phases

So I am alive. Surprise! Thought I had died?

Well, due to the stash of food and air in my home, I am fully (halfway, actually) awake and ready to confront anything (but spiders and millipedes).

I really am sorry not for writing these days, I’ve been awfully busy. Let me give you an update on my life. I bet you’ve been dying to see how I’ve been dying. (Because getting older means you’re closer to death, so everyone in a sense, is dying.)

Here are the updates.

1. I am still bad at tennis.

2. I am still sleepy.

3. I am still short.

4. I am still stressing over things not ought to be stressing over.

5. I am still a human.

6. I still go to school.

7. I still don’t enjoy math class too much.

8. I am still learning.

9. I’ve finally replaced my broken earrings (which were resting on my ears before I decided to put on some not-broken ones).

10. My Dad’s in a Phase.

 

I’m sure the first nine updates are very appealing. But I’d like to specify on the very last update. The Phase.

 

Here, let me give you a definition.

Phase- n. a state of mind in which someone is so obsessed with a certain subject or action that they must go to great measures to do whatever they can to continue with this subject or action so that it drives everyone else crazy. Also known as temporary obsession.

Of course, I have my own Phases. Right now, I am in no Phase.

My father definitely is.

You see, the whole Phase thing probably came from my dad. My mom never goes through Phases. I mean, she gets interested in things and all, but she doesn’t get super obsessed and then drops it.

My father, on the other hand, definitely has obvious Phases.

Here are some Phases he’s been through:

1) The ocarina Phase. I brought home an Ocarina after coming home from Korea, and then my father just took off with it. He played it every day, and despite the fact that he was in the basement playing it, the loud music spread even to the first and second floor, so that it drove us all crazy. The too-too isn’t always so soothing when you’re not an Ocarina-Virtuoso. He still has the tens of hundreds of sheet music on his iPad.

2) The Electronics Phase. Speaking of iPads… At one point, my father decided that our house needed major updating. So he went off to his computer and ordered just about fifty electronic things, ranging from speakers to earphones to iPads and kindles. Not a very long phase, though.

3) The Guitar Phase. His alleged skills in guitar-strumming were finally revealed when he was raving to buy one. Instead of waiting patiently to buy a good guitar, we went off to Target to buy one. Strum strum strum, twaaaang. …Beautiful guitar-playing skills, let’s just say.

4) House Arranging Phase. Here, we are finally nearing the present. My father was quite fond of moving sofas and tables around for a time. I guess it was a good sort of phase, because it burned at least two calories. I’m assuming.  (Hoping.) He would rearrange the basement, rearrange the living room, decide that the sofa’s not put in the right spot, switch bookcases, and all the while, put the wrong things in the wrong places, and mixing all of our belongings up, so that I’d be scouring through the house looking for the camera, while my brother’s looking up and down for the scissor. Although, it was quite amusing, having a different living room every week.

5) The IKEA Phase. Ahhh, alas. The present. I have coined this Phase the IKEA phase, because IKEA sells furniture, and IKEA sounds darn better than furniture. It sounds all red and white and black-y. Modern-y. Minimalistic.
Anywho. This is the current phase my father has indulged himself in. And it’s a combination of furniture and the house arranging phase. He is now moving everything around (between floors, even), and also buying new furniture to add ‘homey touches’ to our already homey home. We’re got about three new lamps, a new rolly drawer thing, bookcases from downstairs, while bookcases on the first floor now in the basement, a new table to dine on, a supposed color-theme in our living room (I’m not sure whether it’s a living room—what is a living room, exactly?)… Oh yeah, and a mirror. And a colorful drawer thing.
It’s all very amusing. The piano’s in a new spot, and the sound’s SOOO much better. It’s all echo-y, and much louder and fuller. I like it. So, all in all, the IKEA phase isn’t too bad. I mean, the Ocarina one was pretty---loud, to put it that way.

Operation Nail Update 2

(Sorry haven’t posted in a while; not that anyone reads this anyways…)

I can’t believe it. I was seriously doubting the Operation Nail thing, but believe it or not, it worked.

It worked!

 

Isn’t it a miracle? After all those years of ripping my nails apart and cutting them down to a mere two millimeters per nail, I have somehow made them look normal. So proud, so proud.

Can you believe it?

I don’t know.

But even my THUMBNAIL looks okay. AND my INDEX FINGER NAIL. AND my MIDDLE FINGERNAIL.

Isn’t it absolutely baffling? I never knew nail polish actually helps in some aspects.

I have re-painted them (had to rub them off on Sunday for this recital that doesn’t allow nail polish. 3: ) so that after this one goes away, I will be fully cured of eating my nails.

Or ripping them up.

Or killing them! :D

Thanks, everyone, for your time and consideration. Normal-Nails have returned.

It’s one of the things I'd like to keep—normal.

 

So people, if your nails are terribly scary looking, then you should try that.

…

Besides males, of course. Unless you enjoy colorful ornaments on your fingernails, that’s fine with me.

;D

Personality Test?

Perhaps the umpteenth form of another personality test. You’ve seen billions online, billions in iPod apps, “Which animal are you?” “Which color are you?” You know the usual.

Perhaps, a proven personality test (it’s what they all say, though… O.o) may help.

And this one’s interesting.

It’s on your sleeping habits. (Don’t worry, it’s not one of those ‘quizzes’ with five billion completely irrelevant questions like ‘what did you eat for breakfast this morning’ and whatnot.)

“Your subconscious posture shows your personality blah blah blah”?

Apparently, the way you sleep may show your personality, as this website shows:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3112170.stm

If you’re too lazy to go onto the website, here is a copy-pasted version.

The Foetus: Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at heart. They may be shy when they first meet somebody, but soon relax.

This is the most common sleeping position, adopted by 41% of the 1,000 people who took part in the survey. More than twice as many women as men tend to adopt this position.

Log (15%): Lying on your side with both arms down by your side. These sleepers are easy going, social people who like being part of the in-crowd, and who are trusting of strangers. However, they may be gullible.

The yearner (13%): People who sleep on their side with both arms out in front are said to have an open nature, but can be suspicious, cynical. They are slow to make up their minds, but once they have taken a decision, they are unlikely ever to change it.

Soldier (8%): Lying on your back with both arms pinned to your sides. People who sleep in this position are generally quiet and reserved. They don't like a fuss, but set themselves and others high standards.

Freefall (7%): Lying on your front with your hands around the pillow, and your head turned to one side. Often gregarious and brash people, but can be nervy and thin-skinned underneath, and don't like criticism, or extreme situations.

Starfish (5%): Lying on your back with both arms up around the pillow. These sleepers make good friends because they are always ready to listen to others, and offer help when needed. They generally don't like to be the centre of attention.

 

(British thingy, so the spellings may be slightly different..)

 

Isn’t that cool? :D

 

Work Cited

“Sleep Position Gives Personality Clue”. BBC News. <http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3112170.stm>. Updated 16 Sept. 2003. Accessed on 17 April 2012. Web.

The Adventures of Stair Sliding

Hear, hear. Here is the adventure of stair sliding, or shall I say, here are the Adventures of Stair Sliding.

Stair sliding, essentially, is the activity, so to say, or rather, unpredicted collision or accident, of sliding down the stairs. It is when you are at the top of the stairs, and the next second, you find your butt bumping down the stairs, finding your legs and feet vestigial to the current purpose.

This (perhaps painful) ‘activity’ (so to say) is called stair sliding. The aftermath and consequences are not of the brightest. They may include bruising in the anal area, breaking of a tailbone or of the vicinity, and/or grumpiness, depending on how happy or unhappy you are with the outcomes, and how much the pain may be.

Now that I have explained the sciences to stair sliding, let me tell you my story.

Hear, hear.

actually…

Read, read.

 

SO.

I was in a city, at the other side of the country, in this state, which I shall not name (because I don’t want to), but this state I must hint, is at the coast, quite big, and stretches very far (in vertical terms, not in total area). The city, I shall not name, because if I name it, that’s pretty much naming the state, rhymes with ‘Disco’ and starts with SF (two words long).

I think I’ve given enough obvious clues there.

Anyway, I was in SF, on a cruise, looking at this island, which was the setting of Al Capone Does my Shirts, which is an awesome book, by the way, and I was genuinely interested. After all, it was the setting of one of the books I’ve read.

SF does harbor a lot of stories. It’s like the birthplace of all stories, almost. The houses are all colorful and beautiful, it’s a city but has an old country feeling, it reminds me of totally different cities all at the same time, and most of all, it’s peaceful, calm, and sweet. I don’t know how, or why. But it just gives me such a good feeling in my tummy, when I’m walking down the street. Everything’s subject to be in a painting, everything is so colorful, but not the obnoxious sort of colorful, but the colorful that lets you know that this city means no harm and that they are merely, humbly, decorating their homes to have a ‘Home Sweet Home’ feeling.

Anyways.

I was on a cruise, and then the cruise ended (…yeah. Never knew.), so we were going to get off the boat. But of course, the many many many people in front of us (we were at the very top of the boat thingy and at the very front, meaning we’d be the last ones off the boat), so we decided to take pictures. But THEN, having a mother who is so excited about pictures, practically attacking us with the camera, wanted us to take a picture in front of the stairs (leading to the bottom floor of the boat so we could get off). And somehow, we weren’t the last ones off, and in fact, many were waiting, yet, they could not pass because we were taking a picture right at the stairs (because it was ‘a great view’). Then, feeling a little sympathetic towards the waiting people, I urged my family on, down the stairs, grabbing everything (but the bag and the camera) that my mom had, which was, actually, two hot-chocolate cups, and started going down the stairs.

Those stairs are steep, slippery, and small.

I’d just like to let you know.

My foot just gracefully slipped over one step, and in a frantic wave, I tried to get it to land on the step below that, so I could regain control of my gravity, but my other foot gave way, and the step below that (the one I was trying to reach) was just too far, and I was nearly prostrate on the stairs when I began to slide down the stairs.

Trust me, they’re not meant for sliding on.

This all, occurring within about one second, sped by as I could barely realize that I was on the floor, much quicker and much closer than I’d expect to be there, and my butt was throbbing. It hurt.

Like crazy.

Apparently, I had slid on my tailbone. My tailbone, no matter how vestigial or whatever structure it is, still has nerves on it, and still can hurt.

My tailbone hurt.

So there I was, faking that I was very very fine (just to get out of more humiliation), and quickly sped off the boat.

Of course, the rest of the day, I was limping around, because my tailbone would not allow me to sit on any given chair, no matter how puffy or hard, without this major pain in my butt.

So I had to lean forward when sitting, so that my tailbone need not touch any man-made surface.

You can guess how the rest of that week went by.

(Don’t even ask about the plane ride home. Red eye flight? Yep. Red eye, indeed.)

 

So, I’d like to tell you, I’m fine right now (except for the slight pain when sitting, although I’ve gotten used to it), at least it’s not the needle feeling I had the day after.

 

I’d just like to remember this day. {:

 

Well, Thanks for reading (probably nobody reads this anyhow), and have a nice day.

TY A HAND!

Ender’s Game

Is the Best Book In The World (don’t talk about Harry Potter, please, Ender’s Game is a bit better than that).

I looked it up, and THANK YOU, ORSON SCOTT CARD he wrote a bunch of books. And on the San Fran trip, I read Ender’s Game almost twice, (I’ve read the book once before), meaning I’m reading this for the third time.

I still can’t fully understand the hidden meaning. I mean, I understand it, I know it, because I can feel somewhere it the pit of my stomach, but I just can’t seem to bring it up and into my brain and hand to write on paper/type.

And then when I looked up ‘Ender’s Game,’ some of the ‘suggested’ choices thingys was ‘Ender’s Game movie.’

Then I was thinking, hrmph?

I searched that, and IMDB says it’s coming out 2013. Plenty of time to read the books, and then watch the movie.

I can’t wait.

:D

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1731141/

(IMDB link)

 

I love the idea of it.

GRAHHHHH

 

Okay.

I’ll stop.

(Technically I haven’t even ‘started.’)