Realistic Love Song LYRICS - From the video at FunnyOrDie.com (Lyrical Entry)

REALISTIC LOVE SONG - watch more funny videos

Prelude

MANY OF YOU ASKED NICELY, AND DEMANDED, THE LYRICS! You were on YouTube, FunnyOrDie, or a mirror site that hosted this video when you asked, "Where can I find the lyrics?"

I asked myself the same question, then realized Google wouldn't be forthcoming this morning. Therefore, I had to set a precedent, and transcribe it into text. Somebody had to do something first, and today, that was me.

I had to stop every 5 seconds in order to type each line, resume, stop, and repeat. That is how bloggers transcribe the lyrics that nobody else has up to that point. It's easy, but too much effort for the millions of you out there, so I decided to build "Karma Points" and do the Internet a service.

Now, the lyrics:
(Addendum: Revisions made; now the words are as accurate as can be.)

LYRICS

If the Sun didn't shine, the Mountains crumbled,
the stars fell from the skies,
I'm pretty sure that my thoughts would not,
Be regarding you and I,

When I look into your eyes,
Sometimes can see,
The reflection of me,
If I look really closely,

You see I'm not gonna walk a thousand miles,
to sleep out in the rain,
Because I have something called "dignity,"
Plus I'm not clinically insane!

If your life is a fairy tale,
You need Prince Charming to fix,
Well, here I am, girl, I'll say it to your face,
"What are you, six?"

Oh, whoa, yeah, honey baby, I love you, zippedy-doo!
You let me inside of your (\/4gin4) so I wrote this song for you.

But if you, think I'm a make an (455) of myself,
And profess what you mean to me,
You should probably take up a hobby,
'Cause you're watching way too much TV! Seriously!

Girl, your kinda fun, but I ain't gonna run,
Up to any rooftops to shout it,
But if you run out of gas,
I'll come get your (455) And I'll give you shit about it.

And I definitely won't be thinkin' of you,
Every minute of every day,
But I promise to hold your hair up,
When you're booting" too much cabernet hey-hey-hey!

Totally content,
Is the way you make me feel,
Except for when you chime in with commentary when I'm behind the wheel,
Keep your trap shut!

In the next 10 hours, should you need a shoulder to cry upon,
I'll be right there in the livin' room,
Watchin' the Death Wish marathon!

And I said, Oh, whoa, yeah, honey-baby, I love you, zippety-doo!
You gave me a (Humvee) in the car once,
So I wrote this song for you! (Oo-hoo!!)

But you're just a girl, and I'm just a guy,
We're no different than the rest!
Just as sure my heart,
Is an organ located in the left side of my chest.

Time will go by,
And I'll realize
That there's nobody better,
Or even if there was, it wouldn't require too much time,
And energy to go out and get her!

So, we'll get married, and you'll probably (Sith) out a couple kids of mine,
But if we treat this thing like a business venture,
I'm pretty sure we will be fine.

And I fight nature and not sleep around even though I know that lust is fleating
But, just so you know, I don't consider going to the Asian massage place, "cheating."

And I put up with all your bull (Sith) If you put up with mine right back,
At least a-you get Dementia,
Or I’ll have a heart attack.

So, the next time I make a love,
I might mutter something about your big Double-D's,
Then you might be like, "What is he talking about? I don't have Double-D's."
If you could just say, "This is the best tip I've ever gotten,"
And play along with me please,
Since I'm fantasizing about the waitress last night at Applebee's,

Holy Geez-us, that girl was hot,
Though I don't believe in Cupid.
But I'm willing to put up with your girlfriends,
Even though they're fairly stupid.

Asia is not a country,
Anyway, I bring you medicine when you're sick.
But sometimes I'm gonna say chauvinistic (Sith) to you, just to be a (trick). Go make a sandwich!

Oh, whoa, yeah, Honey-baby, I love you, zippety-doo!
You said you might be open to (Bu++ secs)
So I wrote this song for you.

And since our love is not gonna lift us up there to where the eagles fly,
I would rather you'd be,
Pleasantly surprised,
Than set the bar too high, FYI.

I'm addicted to porn,
I'm totally addicted to porn, you should know.
I never get sick of the porn, I never, ever get sick of the porn,
Oh, oh, no...

Postlude & Credits

I filtered the swear words because I come from a religious background. I don't mind reading swear words elsewhere, but I feel it best for it not to be seen on my blog entries.

By the way, the song, "Realistic Love Song," was written, recorded, and directed by THE SSP. Visit them at http://www.TheSuperSecretProject.com.

Ad revenue to help universities: Advertisements on walls.

Place ads all over universities' properties

Let companies put up schooling-related advertisements!

Have the advertisers pay their fees on a per-semester or per-month basis.

There are HOARDES of unused advertising space all over campus - walls, doors, you name it!

These advertisements shouldn't only be outside, but inside buildings as well. When ads are placed wherever they can be, and wherever is reasonable to be seen, the revenue from this initiative should seriously help K-State!

If possible, even place ads on the sidewalks somehow, and even on the pavements of parking lots (NOT the parking spaces themselves of course, but on the driveways between them.)

As goes without saying, make sure that these surface-based ads do not make the surfaces more slippery than they inherently are.

I am in Hale Library right now, and many of the columns' sides are bare. They can advertise services and websites intended to help them study. (For example: Cliffs Notes and Sparknotes.com.)

I seriously hope to see ads on campus one day, because it would give me peace of mind in knowing that the revenue from these ads are helping stifle the increase in tuition costs.

Where there is vacant ad-space, an ad placeholder can say something like "The ad revenue initiative helps slow the increase of your tuition and other university fees," and other public service announcements to that effect.

Plans for Summer 2010: The Navy, and a temporary renewal of youth (Personal Entry)

I will stop my Geodon medication in January. My Navy Recruiter tells me that I have to not be on any anxiety medication for 6 months before I am eligible. If I stay off Geodon for that long, and am still a highly functioning member of society, then I will see him again.

I had asthma since the summer between 3rd and 4th grade, but haven't had an attack in about two or more years. My inhaler has been serving as no more than a few-oz. exercise weight in my back pack. If I pass my Lung Pulmonary Test, then I will be eligible to join.

Naval training is 8 weeks long, at a city on one of the Great Lakes. Something tells me that it won't be as intense as the Army's. After all, Army Basic Training is 10 weeks.

I will opt for the "Delayed Entry Program." I will see my recruiter in June, but opt to report for training on September 1st. This is because I want to enjoy my last summer as a civilian. I will not take a job that summer (unless it's something I'll EXCEPTIONALLY enjoy.) I will relax and have a good time going swimming, playing games, and surfing the Internet. That is, however, during my free time.

Also this summer: An attempt to come to terms with my incomplete youth

During that summer, I plan to take some courses at the same set of offices that hosts the Manhattan Workforce Center downtown.

Before I elaborate on that, I've wanted to be younger since I was 13. Symptoms of that include playing games suited for younger people - like the Pokémon Emerald game I downloaded off of BitComet. I haven't played it in a few months, but I have this year. It gave me a little rush of youth that I haven't felt in years.

Now, even though I already have a diploma, this longing to "complete my youth" and learn how to move on, is why I plan to take high school courses at the "Open Door Diploma Program" on 205 S 4th Street. Some reasons why I choose to do so is because I graduated one semester early back in Chapman High, and later felt that I shouldn't have. Another is because Chapman High was such a small school, it didn't offer as many classes as I wanted it to.

Therefore, the classes I'll choose first will be the classes my high school did NOT offer. Once that's through, I will opt for whatever classes I felt I had weaknesses in. Work will mostly be done on a computer, and at my own pace. I will hopefully have a blast doing it. If I've been used to the college routine for the past several years, I should fly through the courses offered by the ODDP.

Once the summer is over and I'm done with the ODDP, I will hopefully feel that my youth has been "made complete." After this point, will I feel the urge to look younger, go back to simpler times, and try to recapture that "youthful feeling" in whatever ways I can find? Hopefully less so, after I complete the ODDP.

For students without a HS diploma, the ODDP has a one-time $50 fee. For me however, it will cost $50/semester. This is still a tremendous bargain because it pales when you think of a state university's tuition.

Once in the Navy

Once Basic Training is over, I hope to see my family & friends again for a brief bit, before I'm shipped off again to parts unknown. My first preference for assignment would be Busan, Korea. So much is cheaper there than here, and I would love to learn Korean one day. (A Rosetta Stone CD I ordered off of eCrater.com is a cracked copy that doesn't work!!!) I'd hope that whatever the colleges are on base will offer Korean. Actually, they will. They have to offer the language of their host country, so once I settle down, I'll enroll there in a second.

Even though my second preference is any of the bases in Japan, their cost-of-living is rather insane, given that the exchange rate is now at an abysmal low. At least I already have some Japanese skill behind me, so I may be able to get around town, but not much more than that.

As for the jobs I'd like to do in the Navy - I want to remotely pilot unmanned predator drones. If I need to choose something else, it would be to design their websites. I'm sure they'll have training for whatever I'd want to do there. They have to have it.

I think and hope that once I'm in the Navy, I wouldn't want to leave. Civilian life after high school hasn't been the best. I've lived in a military family all my life, so that is what I've been suited to. I hope to make it to three years of service, because at that point, they'll pay off ALL my ~$60k in student loans. From Day 1, I'll have my Tricare benefits restored, and that was the most wonderful form of health insurance I've ever had.

The Navy will fill to the brim with job security, and dozens of incentives. Sure, there is the ever-present danger inherent in military service, but it's much safer compared to the other branches. The last time the Navy was struck by insurgents was on the USS Cole almost 9 years ago, whereas the Army and Marines get attacked every day or every other day. Besides, I wouldn't be interested in fighting anybody, unless they were the North Koreans, so while out to sea, and stationed in safer countries, I won't have to worry about combat.

Conclusion

College has been nothing but an unwanted spiral of debt. It's more intense than I'm comfortable with, so I've wanted to take a break from college for some time now, but if I leave, I'll have to pay these loans. If I stay, more loans will come. Therefore, the Navy is the only way out! Let's hope and pray that my health checks out by the time I see my recruiter in June.

When robots take unskilled jobs, many will be unemployed. HERE IS HOW TO PREVENT THAT:

This time, I will be succinct unlike before.

Give the unskilled workers age-reversion therapy ("Dechronification," according to Robert Freitas.)

Once they are children (or young teens) again, put them back in school. Once they excel in aptitude tests, place them in a higher school of their choice.

There will be no Luddite unemployment problem because we will then have the means to re-educate & retrain anybody in the skills needed to work unautomatable jobs.

If nobody is willing to adopt adults going through a physical second childhood, orphanages can take them. Or, their SSI will allow them to live on their own if eligible.

(This post is a re-tell of my original post at KurzweilAI.net)

Wow. The incident over the "stolen" bike turned out to be an alarmed confusion. (Personal Entry)

(This entry will only be viewable to my Church Friends and Former Missionaries.

Today, I parked my bike at Leasure and went to my 8:30 tutoring session. Then we walked to the Library because it had Wi-Fi, whereas 3rd Floor of Leasure didn't (There's a connection called YASEEN whose signal is good, but I wouldn't know where to find the password.)

After the tutor & I parted ways, I went to Leasure to move my bike closer to Hale Library. Once there, I caught up on a lot for over 2 hours, then went out to ride to Seaton.

Then I didn't see my bike on the racks. I thought maybe I was absent-minded so I checked Leasure's. Not there either. I suspected that maybe my sister took it, but she never takes my bike when I'm in class. She only borrows it when I'm at home. Her phone is out of subscription, so I couldn't reach her.

I didn't want to take chances, so I filed a police report at Institute, where I had planned to have lunch. I had him sit at a table where Emma and a guest surnamed Leonardson(?) sat. The officer had some free food elsewhere, so he wasn't up to having our potatoes at our lunch today.

After 2 to 2 1/2 mugs of coffee (w/ numerous toppings,) I perceptibly shook, and Leonardson pointed that out. I appeared to have gotten off on the wrong foot with Leonardson because of that, and also because I had my shirt on backwards, which Emma pointed out. (When I'm in a rush to get to campus, that could happen.)

In the long trek after I finished my meal, I looked through numerous bike racks, and the same ones as earlier just to be sure, then thought and hoped that maybe my sister took it back home. I prayed for the safe return of my bike, twice.

Reaching Sanders, I saw it there. Then I had a talk with my sister, and asked her to activate her phone with the activation card I gave her and already paid for. She stood firm in holding that off as long as possible. I reminded her (or told her for the first time?) that she only had permission to borrow my bike if I was home, not while I'm in class. (It was already implied.) She had thought that I was still SLEEPING. She didn't bother to look towards my bed while she left the apartment, so when she spotted it near Hale, she thought someone stole it so she rode it back.

I called home to my family to ask if they'd wire money to my sister's account so she could get her own bike. They told me that our youngest sister doesn't use it as much so we can take it back to Manhattan the next time we visit Lindsborg.

Therefore, once my sister has her own bike, this confusion can not happen again. She also told me to text her to her regular email the next time I need to reach her, so she had me save her K-State email to my smartphone's directory.

I happily un-filed the report with the police and went on my merry way to class. The cost of my day was wasted time finding it, and a sore right trapezius muscle. (The load in my backpack is not best for the up-and-down walking motion, but ideal for the steadiness of sitting on my bicycle.)

I guess this had to be a wake-up call for whatever I might've been doing wrong in the spiritual side of things. I prayed the most heartfelt thanks, and hope that I know what to do and not do in the future in order to avoid God's punishments.

Memorable quotes from anybody in my life! (Personal Entry)

I've decided to add memorable quotes from any point in my life to this list here, and tag the quoters if they are found on Facebook.

If you object to the wording, or to the presence on the note, kindly correct me and I will make amends.

If you can think of quotes between each other, post it and I will add it to the list.

1. BIG YES BOMB!!!!!! - Jason Carter (Facebook message, presumably SLC, UT, July 25, 2009)

2. That's 'cause we've got land! - Stephen Reed Matheson (Nagasaki-shi, Nagasaki-ken, May 2008)

3. Muri means impossible. - Jordan Anderson (Urakami Station, Nagasaki-shi, Nagasaki-ken, Late June 2009)

4. ...the Church will pay for it. - Anne Gundersen (or her mission partner, Sister Webb) (Manhattan, KS, May 2009)

5. Lauren? - Me
5a. Becca! - Becca Johnson Foster
5c. Oh, well you look a LOT like Lauren Terry. - Me
5d. I don't look ANYTHING like Lauren Terry! - Becca Johnson Foster (Manhattan, KS, Spring 2009)

6. *tap*, *tap* - Me, attempting to turn on overhead light in car
6a. It doesn't push! - Andie Spry (March 2009, while returning from a hockey game in Topeka, Westbound on I-70, KS)

7. (Paraphrased) After you played San Andreas all night, I think it was better for you not to go on the Temple trip after all. - Chris Speirs (Manhattan, KS, Early September 2009)

8. (In music class) You're driving me nuts! - Cary Cuff
8a. (pulls out snack from pocket) Oh, then you want a peanut? - Me
8b. (Cary gets up to tell on me to Mrs. Meyer, our Music teacher.) (Chapman, KS, 1994-1995 school year)

9. (Mrs. Schuler reads my answers, points to the answer, "Answers May Vary.")
9a. Did you copy my answer book? - Mrs. Sally Schuler
9b. Uhh, no? - Me (Chapman, KS, 1992-1993 school year)

10. (Withheld, pending my youngest sister's permission.) - Mimi (Chapman, KS, starting from Winter 2004)

11. HEY! YOU ****ING IDIOT! LEARN HOW TO ****ING DRIVE!!! - Unknown early-20s male Hispanic in gold early 2000s Mercury Cougar (A somewhat rough-looking part of Kansas City, KS, December 31, 2007)

12. ...And you very nearly caused an accident... - Unknown Shawnee County trooper (West of Topeka, January 1, 2008)

13. (Withheld, pending my youngest sister's permission) - Jessica Van Ranken to Mimi
13a. (Withheld, pending my youngest sister's permission) - Mimi to Jessica Van Ranken (Facebook wall posts, Lindsborg, Spring 2009)

14. Today, Michael Jackson died. FML - Anonymous submitter (FMyLife.com, New York, June 25, 2009) (FML: http://www.FMyLife.com/miscellaneous/3207661 )

15. Well, attending church is: Super-important. - Chelsy Pollock (Manhattan, KS, Fall 2008)

16. It's all over Wal-Mart. - Chelsy Pollock (Manhattan, KS, Fall 2008)

17. Yes, I did, thank you. Please don't message me anymore. - Mimi (Text-message, Lindsborg, KS, January 19, 2009)

18. Don't you think that in the time that it takes to examine my entire bag, I'll miss my next connecting flight? - Me
18a. Naw, don't you worry, it'll take no more than five minutes. - Unknown U.S. Customs baggage inspector (LAX, Los Angeles, CA, August 9, 2009)

19. I went down to Bompton for a bup of boffee. - British documentary interviewer interviewing a Los Angeles County Sheriff officer (Youtube video, Compton, CA, October 31, 2008) (Youtube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SDutDJOa9k )

20. You are a good kid! - Shanel Rigby (Manhattan, KS, Spring 2009)

21. Mrs. Dippel is a WITCH!! - Emma Anderson (Facebook, Lindsborg, KS, Spring 2009)

22. (Withheld, pending my youngest sister's permission) - Mimi to Hannah Carlson (Facebook Wall Post, Lindsborg, KS, Spring 2009)

23. Wow, Christian, good memory! I probably said that I wouldn't recommend it. - Cami Webster, over frowning on energy drinks (Facebook Honesty Box message, Manhattan, KS, Summer 2009)

24. I'm going to be in all your classes! No matter what! - Mrs. Charlene Potter (Chapman, KS, Fall 1997)

25. Oh, what happened to you today?! - Mrs. Joan Dawson (Chapman, KS, Spring 1995)

26. Your name is already on the board. - Mrs. Samantha Askew (Chapman, KS, December 1994)

27. Ab-so-lute-ly NOT! - Mrs. Sally Schuler, on observing me shaking my can of Wildwood Cola (Chapman, KS, 1992-1993 school year)

28. Christian is pretty generous! - Mrs. Joan Dawson, on my giving extra toys away to classmates in the end-of-year class auction when we cashed in "points" (an imaginary money system earned by good grades on all our assignments) for toys, and I had enough toys for myself (Chapman, KS, May 1995)

29. Christian, I'm teaching! Sit back down! - Mrs. Cindy Erichsen, when I served detention by working in the "detention cubicle" in her classroom. (At my elementary school, students served detention in classrooms different from their own.) (Chapman, KS, 1992-1993 school year)

30. ...And sorry to bother ya! - Unknown Missouri State Trooper, after letting me go with a Warning for failing to stop at a stop sign. (SW Missouri, May 1, 2009)

(More quotes on this second installment.)

What financial shape am I in to do these HUGE favors for my sisters' friends? (Personal Entry)

To co-sign a beauty-school loan

Natasha (who is no longer using FB for a year) called and asked me to co-sign a loan for her friend's beauty school. I told her to ask my parents if they'd think that's okay. Even though my credit score is over 700, I have less than $500 altogether in my bank accounts. I only receive my income at the beginning of each month, and even though it helps me get by, it's not something to be too proud of, and certainly wouldn't help pay off a loan.

Then I sent a question to the Newsfeed asking how they thought of this situation. The majority told me not to, and to ask her to ask someone else.

Minutes later, I heard that she asked her grandfather and he'll "probably" co-sign it. I truly hope he does.

Then to borrow my car

Then another big favor came. Her same friend wanted me to loan her my car. I wanted the insurance to be adequate first before I did. (Some friends may have a party with a friend's sibling's car and ruin it, even though they've never crashed their own cars before!) The friend couldn't drive her own car because its tags expired in July.

My insurance was liability-only, which meant it only pays out to the other party in a collision. For me to add collision coverage (with the $50 deductible option) would've cost an extra $30.##/month, and had I added it tonight, the coverage would've started at Midnight.

Then I asked my sister's friend what kind of coverage she has. She said that under Progressive, she was "fully" covered, but under her uncle's plan.

As I've taken chances before and regretted it, I decided not to take chances here, so I called Progressive to verify that what she told me was not out-of-date. (Sometimes, people can say one thing without realizing that what they said no longer applies. What if her coverage expired two weeks ago and she hasn't yet found out because only her uncle gets mail from Progressive?)

When I put her on the phone with a representative, she said that her uncle hasn't yet set her under his policy, until they get a new car. There, I knew it. I had a gut feeling here.

Then the last option was where I made a mistake: Since Natasha talked me into this, I would agree to add collision coverage just for one month, and for her friend, only if Natasha agreed to pay me back. That's when Natasha got fed up and made her friend decide to just drive her car with expired tags, as she hasn't been pulled over often.

Better way to propose the last option

Later, I realized I could've proposed the last option better: Wait for the friend's student loan refunds to arrive, before she paid me back for the extra insurance coverage. I don't know how she would've reacted but I'm sure Natasha would've appreciated it, and it may have sounded fine to her friend.

I heard that the fine for being caught with expired tags is $300, so I wish I could reach Natasha and revise the option. Her phone is out of minutes, and I don't know her friend's phone #.

Update: I just texted Natasha's other friend of this new proposition, so let's hope that turns things around tonight.

I seem like a monster today, at least to the pets!

In her second friend's PT Cruiser, I looked for Natasha to tell her one last thing before she left. A couple of the 2nd friend's pets barked at me hostilely. I know dogs have a great sense of hearing, so maybe they heard and understood me in the apartment, all the way from the car.

Or they have an uncanny sensing of people who hate to keep pets. (If there are any pets in my house, they are to be in cages, in aquariums, or onscreen (like Pokémon or Neopets.) I can't have any free-roamers messing up and going to the bathroom on my furniture.)

Their response seemed kinda fitting to people with those pet preferences like mine. I'll let it slide.

Conclusion

I've known that making big decisions is what leadership is all about. This is the first time I've had some decisions weigh so heavily on me! I also hate to later realize that I could've made a particular decision better.

I know that due to a "personality secret" I revealed over the summer, I may socially still be in high school, but few more years of college will hopefully make me a sounder decision-maker one day!

At least my decision to decline the co-signing was the sound one! Imagine the potential consequences!

Karma Points - Exchanged for a better semester, is it not? (Personal Entry)

Karma Points is an imaginary scoring & currency system that one earns for doing good deeds, or loses for doing otherwise.

I really wish there was some kind of heads-up display system for our eyeglasses, or contact lenses. From that interface, some geek could program a "Karma Points System" to keep track of. So Good Deed 1: +700 points, Bad Deed 1: -200 points, would show up on the screen and let me know right away how bad or how good my deed was.

Last Fall, I had a bad semester. A tutor bailed, and my GPA wasn't great at all. That following Spring, I got some pretty solid help, and my GPA was significantly higher. I also went to the temple that Spring. In the temple, we get to spring departed souls out of Hell, so we can understand that it earns us a lot of points.

This semester, I was going to go on a temple trip at the end of August, but I played Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas all night, hoping that my cellphone's alarm would wake me in time for the trip. I woke 33 minutes after we were to meet there. I don't remember hearing my cellphone's alarm.

Now my semester is starting to flounder. I've been sleeping several classes, and a tutor didn't show up today. He didn't answer his cell, but did only when I called him from Skype. (Numbers show up as "UNKNOWN" on their screens.) He said that he had a talk with a tutoring coordinator, who emailed me what was up, and the coordinator told him not to meet with me. I checked my email, and there are no messages from him. I don't know if he made this up, but I'll have to follow up Monday.

I asked a group of Institute members: "If giving a homeless man $5 is worth 50 Karma Points, how many is going to the Temple worth?" Doug Harrison made a remark that it's none because we're not Buddhist (or something to that effect.) Andie Spry said "1,000."

(So if 1 Karma Point is worth a dime, then it sounds like giving a homeless man $100 would completely replace going to the temple! I don't think I will, because how often do we see homeless people in Manhattan? Also, the dollar is going the way of the Mexican Peso anyway, but no amount of money can replace springing people out of Hell.)

The next Temple trip is November 7. I hope to get someone to call me that morning, and will set more and louder alarms.

I don't mind what religion "Karma" comes from, because God is the God of ALL. Therefore, he is Karma's architect.

So now that I've missed the Temple trip, I've explored other ways to redeem Karma points anyhow. One way I thought of lately, was by sending the pair of Missionaries - Elder Van Bloem and Elder Rees, to the Manhattan Emergency Shelter on Leavenworth Street, to see Jeff J., a co-worker I knew at my old temp job this last summer. He's had a rough life, and I feel certain that if Jeff joins our church, his situation will improve significantly.

I called the Missionaries to send them there, but they said they're in Wichita, so they'd have to go when they get back, and they want me to come with them. They think I'd somehow earn even more Karma points by going with them than by merely sending them.

In the meantime, let's examine what has been DELETING my Karma Points:

1. Buying lunch at the K-State Student Union. (More details only in a private setting.)

2. Playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. (Look, I don't commit any REAL crime in playing a video game. It's still entertaining. Since nothing gets harmed in real life while playing this, does it really delete my Karma points?)

3. Listening to west-coast rap. (I've been taking a keen interest in it lately, while studying about Compton. In particular, this song's beat fascinates me on a whole new level. I'm only posting the link to the Instrumental because the lyrics are explicit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PmWOWmjVTvE Now, does listening to badly-influential music also delete Karma points? Only action does, right?)

4. Only going to church for the last 1 or 2 hours of the service, instead of the full 3. (Therefore, not getting a "sacrament" in the first hour.)

If they do delete Karma points, I hope I can find something more enjoyable that doesn't. Oh, never mind. I can.

I earned Karma points tonight by making a confession to my old teacher.

In second grade, I cheated on an assignment, lied, and got away with it. I looked for my teacher on Facebook and there she was, so I sent her this message:

"In the ('##-'##) school year, when I had you as my teacher, while you were away, I was doing a Reading assignment. I looked at your open answer book, and hurriedly copied them all down.

The last answer read, "Answers may vary." I absent-mindedly copied that as well.

Later, as you graded through our assignments, you summoned me to your desk. You asked me, "Chris, did you copy my answer book?"

Scared stiff, I said "No!" I knew what would happen if I said otherwise. You would've ordered me to put my name on the board, possibly given me some extra assignments, and taken away my recess privilege that day.

You believed me (somehow,) and for the rest of the day, I was happy that I got away with it.

I'm trying to earn Karma points by turning things around, and coming clean on whatever wrongs I've gotten away with.

I see that you're also a K-State fan. Good. Go Wildcats!"

I wonder how many Karma points that would earn. Anyway, one more thought off my chest.

So these are my thoughts on Karma points, and hope that I will have made enough to have a better week next week!

EDCEP 111 Second Reflection Paper (Personal Educational Entry)

Instructor: Casey Finnel
Time: T 1430-1520
Assignment: Reflection Paper 2
Date: September 8, 2009

Prelude

We did a stand-up activity, and this involved elimination. It was about a job we like. First, the ACIC director announced the pay, and it was good enough that nearly everyone remained standing. Then she said that this would involve working for the government. Many sat down. I guess many sat down because more and more people believe that the government is the beast. I don’t think so, at least in my position in life. I’m receiving SSI for my disability so I look upon them as a pretty helpful entity. (Hey, it pays my rent, otherwise I’d be homeless and have a tougher semester.) She went through numerous more questions about this job. There was one about constantly needing to be retrained for new technology that comes out often. I’m an aficionado of new technology so I would think this seemed appealing.

Finally, when she said that this would be a high-stress environment where wrong decisions would involve mass death, that’s when I finally sat down. Then she asked us to guess what this job was. I was in the front row, far right, so she didn’t take the liberty to notice me. I knew it was an Air Traffic Controller. Someone else got to guess it right.
What surprised me was that she said it pays $112,000/year now. When I took the same EDCEP 111 class in 2005 with another instructor (whose name I don’t remember now,) the ACIC director said it paid $86,000/year. (Or she might have said $88,000/year.) A 23.2% increase in just 4 years? That’s 5.8% per year, a little ahead of inflation. I had a feeling that the pay increase was more than it should have been. (If you were wondering, events in life interrupted my schooling back in Fall 2005 so I had to drop all classes that semester.)

The ACIC director went over whatever had to do with our job interests and job prospects, so this brings us to our focus questions:

1. What resources are available for use by K-State students in the Academic & Career Information Center (ACIC)?
a. Answer: There, we can take career assessments, explore jobs related to our major, search their career library for job ideas, take a career class, and find information on graduate schools.

2. What information can you learn about yourself through the use of the interactive computer program DISCOVER?
a. Answer: I can figure out from my interests and skills inputted, what my best possible career fields are.

3. What is the Honor Pledge that applies to all K-State students with regard to assignments, examinations and other coursework?
a. Answer: “On my honor, as a student, I have neither given nor received any unauthorized aid on this academic work.”

What a night tonight! Got to see an old friend play lead guitarist. (Personal Entry)

I had to bring my sister to buy some necessities tonight, so that's why we were at Wal-Mart. (Let's hope she learns to drive as soon as she finds a nearby job. I'd hate to be her personal concierge service all the time.)

That's where I decided to buy myself a better stopwatch. When I was at the express checkout, good man Sam came up to me and said that he had a gig at O'Malley's Bar tonight at 10. I expressed unsureness in going, and we parted ways for the time being. He sported some kind of trendy beard. There must be a name for it, but I'm not a hair aficionado so I wouldn't know what his style is called.

It was shortly after 10 PM, and I thought of his playing in a band, so I decided to bike on down and check him out. He and his band was out back, and so was some kind of outdoor bar stand, so I ordered "something virgin" (for all you alcohol-haters out there.) The bartender gave me Cranberry sauce mixed with 7UP.

There I got to see Sam play. All the music he and his band did, I never heard before but even though when it comes to hearing, I'm more toward the sensitive side, the tunes were pretty darned good. He really knew what to do in all of them. I mean, how can someone memorize so many songs? It's like an entire MP3 player is locked in his head!

Well, my drink ran out, so I went inside to get a $2.00 "Virgin Mary." A bartender asked, "How spicy you want it?" I said, "Make it as spicy as you can get!" Tabasco sauce, "celery salt," and who knows what else was put in, and I went back to chug it all down. Of course, I did spend the next half-hour chewing on ice.

I think I sabotaged the start of a good friendship! Or would it have been good?

The boys' restroom didn't have a lock, and I didn't appreciate it, so I went to Jimmy John's next door, where there was one on it and the place was much quieter and cleaner. After I went back to the O'Malley's back area, I had to cut through two people, a guy with zz-top hair (if that's what it's called,) ripped sleeves, and tattoos on a good portion of his arms & torso, with some quasi-goth-looking gal. The gal was offering to shake his hand, then suddenly retracted it, because she was letting me pass. Right before I passed, he snarled, "DID YOU F4RT?" He took her retraction the wrong way. Then when he saw me pass, I didn't hear what he said next but he must've been repentant because after I sat down, I witnessed him trying to shake her hand, and she didn't.

I didn't know I could destroy potential friends like that! But then again, what if the guy would've been abusive and/or an overall bad influence? Maybe I was sent by an angel or whatever unseen higher power you want to name, in order to stop a bad relationship from starting!

I made an Everclear song request

I witnessed the band play an Everclear song, which I forgot the name of by now, but it unearthed a DEEP memory of a song I used to listen to over and over again back in high school: "Volvo Driving Soccer Mom."

That's when I went back to Jimmy John's, found something useful to write with, and wrote on their paper bag,

"Volvo Driving Soccer Mom"
By EVERCLEAR!
Can you play it NOW?

Then one of their songs eventually ended, and the band went to take a brief break. I asked Sam if he knew that song. Neither he nor the other members knew it. It must've been so new, because the drummer told me he only knew the older Everclear music.

We had a good talk, and he promised he'd try to find that song sometime. Well, he doesn't need to search, because now I've posted it on his wall. I hope that the next time I see him play, he'll finally play it for me, and whoever I might bring.

Moralities

Former Missionaries Matheson & Pollock, I was at a bar tonight, but only drank "virgin" drinks. I merely went in to see an old friend whom I've known since early Elementary school. While I was there, I knew I couldn't drink alcohol, but wasn't sure if I could be at a bar. So, is it okay to be at a bar just so long as I don't drink the alcohol there, but just to see an old friend perform onstage?

EDCEP 111 First Reflection Paper (Personal Educational Entry)

Name: (Withheld online)
Instructor: Casey Finnel
Times: T 1430-1520
Date: September 2009

First Reflection Paper

Prelude

I chose this class because I NEVER got to take this class in my first year here at K-State! I should have, though! As a Roman once said, "Better Late Than Never," and I felt that I should still take this class because I still have a long ways to go until I finish college.

I also thought that this class was necessary because as I start to take higher-level courses, tutors will become harder to come by. Therefore, I hope that this class will teach me self-sufficiency. I cannot have tutors at every unfamiliar turn in life so this is why I must take University Experience.

Also, I like to stay young for as long as I possibly can. I actually want to go back to BEFORE college, but the best I can do is prolong right where I am. If I cannot find a job I want by the time I get a degree, I will just go back to school and pursue a 2nd. I like to be around the multitudes of Freshmen, as their youthful energy may make me feel younger too. This is one more reason why I am taking University Experience.

Focus Questions:

1. What is meant by “Ideas are Tools” and how can you apply it to the topics and techniques that will be presented in University Experience.

We can brainstorm new possible ways to get to a solution, or make an existing situation better. Then turn those ways into actual actions. We may test them first, see how well they work, and if they don't work as well as we'd like, we can toss those ways and try other ones, in the hope that they will work alright.

2. What resources are available to K-State students who want extra help with a particular subject?

Students can sign up to receive tutoring in Holton Hall 101, and Leasure Hall 204. Also, the ARCK (Kramer) and DARC (Derby) have tutors for select subjects on most evenings. Fortunately, the ARCK and DARC tutoring sessions are open to all students, whether they live in the residence halls or not.

For students registered through DSS, letters can be sent to instructors requesting extra help - for essay tests to be done on a computer if otherwise written down, for note-takers, and other help to fit their need.

Conclusion

I hope that this University Experience class does make a difference to myself and anybody, no matter how far along they are in college. Even though I have not been a Freshman in years, I still think this class is worth taking as it still prepares me for the higher-level classes toward the end of my academic career. For ideas to become tools - that is what Workshops in some classes are for. There, students brainstorm ways to improve each others' papers so this is where ideas become tools for improvement.

The FHE Scavenger Hunt was such a highlight of my day, it even... (Personal Entry)

(Names bolded for your ease of finding where I mention you.)

I was going to post some of these as wall posts, but they would've gotten too long so I had to place them here.

This is a continuing installment of the assigned ENGL 465 journals.

The LDS way to inebriate is to stay up over 16 hours!

Wow. I woke up at 1:## PM SUNDAY, and never went to sleep.

At this very moment, it's 10:58 PM Monday. Tommy said that for every two hours I remain awake, it's like having one drink of alcohol. Is that a can of beer, a glass of wine, or a shot of whiskey? And is this for every 2 hours beyond the 16th? But he said that it's like that when it comes to driving.

Well, I was a lot more outgoing tonight! When I used to have nights drinking with Tim McWilliams and his posse (in May 2007, during his Bachelor party, and in November 2007, during the Lampe-Meet-And-Disdain-Me party, which is a placeholder name because I forgot what the party was originally about,) after so many drinks, I came out of my careful & considered shell and my self-confidence shot through the roof. So, my outgoingness reached the "Tommy May" level.

Then after a few more drinks, I became as SUPER-outgoing as Nathan Smith, who "Squire Threshold" (aliased) told me was obnoxious and "deserved a slap," and who's supposed to be going to Iraq soon.

I became a completely different person when drunk, and the last time I ever had a drunken night was at the June 5, 2008 cookout in a Nagasaki dorm, where Thomas Erignoux prepared much of the meals and ALCOHOLIC JELLO, which I've never seen up to that point. (I think he called it some French name; I surely don't remember it anymore.) (Photos from his cooking party, here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?page=1&aid=2001125&id=1364190046 )

Ironically, that was the same night when Elders Anderson and Carter gave me a video lesson at the Nagasaki's LDS church, which was, at most, a THIRD the size of our main ward church on Marlatt Avenue. (A church that serves a city of 500,000, at 1/3 the size of a church that serves a city of 50,000, REALLY goes to show you how spiritually destitute Japan is!) I was in the midst of building my spiritual standing with the Lord, and Cissy Chen helped crash part of that effort down, but I pressed on.

But we must jump back to the subject of tonight! The melatonin sleep hormone, which can be slanged as "Covenant-Safe Alcohol," somehow made me more outgoing today. More on the activity:

The Institute's FHE Scavenger Hunt

(To outsiders: FHE = Family Home Evening. In University Branches, we spend it all with each other with games and etc., rather than all lonely-like with only our families.)

Before we set out for the hunt, President Wangsgaard greeted me like nothing awful happened, even though I've recently missed both Church and the Temple trip.

I was on the team that also consisted of Doug Harrison, Sister Carolee Wangsgaard, and a newcomer named Desireè. We had to go all around a radius of town taking pictures of something on our scavenger lists. We found a yellow Mustang, and photo'd it because it was yellow, had to all fit in a fitting room (because we had to take pictures of being in a cramped spot,) and I could keep listing it all, but I don't have my sheet with me anymore.

This Scavenger Hunt was the most fun I've ever felt in a long time. There are different kinds of fun. Playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas is exciting, but I know there's a better kind of fun than that.

This Scavenger Hunt was the RIGHT kind of fun! What I mean by the right kind, is that it made me feel much younger, like Mimi's age again! I felt so good about tonight, I had a wonderful time intermingling with most everyone there, even the ones who un-friended me "by accident" and on purpose. I could have sworn that "Annette Windex" (aliased,) the one who did it on purpose this last February, was just as friendly as she would be if we were still friends on here. (I habitually put betrayers' behaviors under closer scrutiny for some odd personal reason.)

After the Hunt

So I finally got Kerri Kratzer to show me the noodle-pulling video, but even though there are similarities to what I remember, I could've sworn that the noodle chef put them in a cooking pot. This video doesn't show a pot:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auhHl5-6VdY

But for the meantime, that video is the closest I'm going to get.

When I asked about the noodle-making video, she was processing the photos to make into a slideshow, but some snags were tripped, and Kerri announced that we were instead going to see it next Monday (Labor Day.) I hope that seeing these will make me feel younger even again. Moreover, if I don't make it there next Monday, we'll hopefully see them on a Facebook album.

Promise to Cami

I promised her that she (and her crew) would be tipped 100% if they made my order in up to 2:30.00 (Yes, 2 minutes and 30 seconds FLAT.) (75% if in 2:30.01 to 3:00.00, and 50% if in 3:00.01 to 4:00.00.)

Next, she dared me to order TWO burritos, and I accepted her proposal to increase the challenge! The potential reward is greater, but it will take twice the effort to reach her goal! (Oh, and the second burrito will be a vegetarian one for Natasha. And actually, she's a Koshetarian.)

I forgot to tell Cami that she will be given a SURPRISE if the finished order is in front of me by 2:00.00 (flat.)

My EDCEP 111 class lets out at 3:20 at Call Hall so I hope to race my bike to Chipotle by 3:30. Her hours (on Tuesdays, at least,) are 0900 - 1600.

Finally, I also promised her my CNN printout about energy drinks eroding teeth once I'm there.

Conclusion for the night

Wow, I am approaching THIRTY-SIX hours of wakefulness here! The fact that I bought a $4.20 Venti (largest) Iced White Chocolate Mocha at the Bookend Cafe ensured that I would stay hyper (but mostly bottled-up) for the rest of the day.

Oh............... WAIT!!! The sleep hormone didn't make me act this way today, the Mocha did! I was so outgoing, excited, and felt younger because I took a large shot of this uplifting drink! Well, LDS'ers can't drink coffee, and I think coffee, with its vapid taste, is such a "basic" drink anyway, so I had Mocha.

Yeah, I wonder how lethargic I'd have been tonight if it hadn't have been for that mocha. Well, it's so overpriced, I hope that Natasha can train herself how to use the coffee maker and make some supremely exciting coffee every morning. After all, coffee is covered by the EBT card, whereas the energy drinks are not.

Now, my only class on Tuesdays is at 2:30, well across campus, so I have a LONG sleep ahead.