If you break a light playing football in the hallways, would you play the next weekend?

I have been doing calculus for the past 45 minutes. My brain is beginning to atrophy. I am going to watch TV. This string of sentences lacks in logic.

I haven't posted in almost a year. And since I have nothing of worth to post (and I am bored, attention starved, and enjoy fishing for compliments):

Please come and praise me

Alternatively, if you wish to insult me venture here.

I'm hoping that I can start posting more often (even if all the posts may be friends-only and private), but my life is not sufficiently entertaining and I have absolutely nothing of worth to add to LJ-land I almost wish I wrote fanfiction so that I would have a use for this journal aside from joining communities where I can lurk.

Advice to anyone who does not know the meaning of the word catamite: don't use google image search to find out. I hope butterntoast learned his lesson.

Even the ugliest ass looks spectacular underwater.

- I can't even go to the toilet alone any more. One of the cats has to sneak in, sit in the bathtub and stare; it's unnerving.
- My eyes are sore from chlorinated pools. I've taken up swimming laps again and keep forgetting to buy goggles therefore I am blind (can't wear contacts) and my eyes burn. Other than that I love it.
- I want to go to the beach to swim and hopelessly attempt to get a tan (I'm far to pale for my liking). Also Ward's Island beach is pretty and not overrun with children.
- ever since I got my G2, I've found I prefer driving my dad's car; something about shifting gears is comforting.

My SAT II Biology is tomorrow; I'm neither confidant nor worried. I'd say I was apathetic, but to quote something or another "I'd be more apathetic if I wasn't so lathergic". I seem to go from being ultra worried about my future to completely ignoring its possibility.
If feel as if I should write more (which is inexplicable 'cause there's not even a reason to keep an LJ, except it gives better access to retard entertainment).
The windows are closed and the air-conditioning is on, which means I'm on allergy medication again.
I've rediscovered the joys of Internet radio thanks to the new winamp. By the way, the new winamp skins are so much prettier and better organized.
I went to Anime North last week. I didn't buy much, just several manga, and a DVD box-set.

I'm officially getting (re)addicted to Initial D music. There's something about bad Eurobeat music that makes one feel happy and and compelled to bounce in an asinine fashion. I don't know what to call this phenomenum, but it must exist because I'm unwilling to admit to losing my last braincells. Gah! This is even worse than DDR music.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/linguaphiles/1279810.html

I haven't laughed that hard in so long.

WARNING: DIRTY JAPANESE PORN.

'Most people are afraid to experience, they want to be told instead of just feeling'
I kept thinking this while flexing my fingers repeatedly, there's a certain beauty to the way the hand moves, and all I wanted to do was describe the experience with words. I wasn't experiencing; I was telling myself about the experience. I could describe the movements, the delicate changes of the muscle. It could make you see the image clearly in your mind, if I had any skill, but could I covey the wonder I felt by just giving you the word 'wonder' to look at. I'm sure there's a fine explanation for it that is effable; the proportion are attractive or the movement catches the eye. But this will still tell you nothing but the fact that I sat there and stared at my hand because there was something attractive; It answers the simple 'why's and 'what's, but lacks any feeling. The sentiment we may attach to it might make us feel, but only if we can recognise and relate to the subject matter.

I have to go, cat's knocking on my door.