So long, WordPress.

Check out my new site: Statik. I finally found out how to hide that damn Freewebs sticker, or as they catchily coined it “Freebars.” Also, I really wanted to be creative with my blog again. The most creative I could get with this blog was changing the banner image. And the title, I guess. I don’t think I’ll delete this account though, because I kind of enjoyed the ease of WordPress blogging, and might come back to it in the fall when I’ll have less free time.

IMPORTANT: Please download Safari (here) to view Statik. I tried building it on Firefox but I confused it with my hidden scroll bars and other stuff I think, so it completely fucked the formatting up.

Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa.

I really forgot that I had a blog. Like Bea did, I’ll just prove that I haven’t died. I’m in a good mood, and I’m counting the days until I’m free of RM for two months. The past fours days at the beach gave me a really good taste of summer and I want it now.

This summer I’m planning to live in Dewey. I’ll work at Beach Break and get free blended coffee all day, and then I’ll come back to the house to play volleyball with the home-made net that I crafted (a rope from the outdoor stairs to an upturned chair) until my forearms ache. By then it’ll be time to eat so we’ll walk to the board walk and buy Louie’s and then Kohr Bros. Then we’ll take the Jolly Trolly home and ignore the obnoxiously drunk forty-somethings who think they’re twenty-somethings. Then it’ll be late and time to go down to the beach where we can sit and relax until the next day when I have to go and be paid to drink icy lattes down the street.

…I wish, but this summer should still be stunner/money (I can’t choose which hip lingo to use). In the mean time, I can comfort myself with the fact that life right now is pretty good, regardless of school attendance. First and foremost, I’ve learned to tolerate RM. Also, I got a new racket, and I’m excited to try it out ASAP. And, my mom is really into paying me to do stuff recently, like… twenty bucks for taking out the trash, and another ten for bringing in the groceries. I’m not complaining, but it’s sort of strange. Like yesterday she gave me thirty dollars for “all my help that day.” I never knew that talking on the deck and ignoring her was helpful, and I wish she had told me a while ago. 

On a less prosperous note, I lost my wallet. Oh, and my cell phone and iPod. Anyway…

Here’s my May playlist:

1. Banana Pancakes – Jack Johnson

2. We Own the Sky – M83

3. Bittersweet Poetry – KanYe West

4. Sour Cherry – The Kills

5. Feel the Love – Cut Copy

6. Great DJ – The Ting Tings

7. Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa – Vampire Weekend

8. On Peak Hill – The Stars

9. You Star – AAR

Fotograffy.

Just want to announce that a photo of some of my Photography 1 work is up on the art page (Künste, for those who don’t speak German, which, I think, applies to everyone who will ever read this). More should be coming later, but my scanner has been broken for a while, and should be for a while longer. So, for now, entertain yourselves with these decently darkroomed images of a corridor and a fire hydrant.

I hate to turn this into a full-fledged post, but I’m also considering taking IB Art as my sixth subject. I’m not taking Pre-IB Art & Culture for an elective next year (gotta get my tech credit outta the way), which is the prerequisite, but I was talking to these seniors setting up the IB Art Garage Gallery (which, by the way, has so much cool art you’d think that you had walked into a less pretentious MoMA) and they said that I could talk to the teacher and skip the prereq, if she thought it was okay.

Third time’s the charm.

So I can’t wait for the Sims 3. Finding this almost made me pee myself yesterday, and if that didn’t do it, finding this certainly did. I read this article though, about how people who really like the Sims are actually unhappy with their own lives and feel the need to vicariously live through the game. I’d believe it. Bea, hate to break it to ya, but RM sucks double time. But don’t let anyone know that you think thatm or else people will call you mean and snobby at lunch as you try to defend yourself without insulting them. (This is strangely the second time in a row that I’ve directly addressed Bea in a post). So, I thought I might borrow a page from your book, and let everyone know the…
TEN THINGS I WISH I HAD TATOOED ON MY FORHEAD

1. Try as you might, but you will never get a significant other if you never talk to someone of the opposite sex.

2. You are not inherently smart because you are Asian, and unfortunately, for a smart person you are surprisingly stupid when it comes to anything that does not involve equations.

3. My parents are not negligent for letting me get B’s.

4. Don’t compare Eastern to Clemente, I don’t care that you guys went to Six Flags, we went to first base.

5. Don’t ask me what that means.

6. Saying someone is hot is not “sketchy.”

7. Saying “sketchy” does not make you any cooler.

8. Somewhere, over the rainbow, people have real conversations that aren’t about college or IB!

9. Yes, I wrote on your Wall after midnight… on a school night! Get over it.

10. Yes, I manage to walk home everyday in Silver Spring and live to tell the story. I’ve got the bullet wounds to back it up.

Enough complaining, I’m sick of being sick of RM. Hopefully to the point of no longer being sick of it, but we’ll see. In other news, I’m am a nouveau hundredaire! I’ve garnered exactly $117.25, saving dollar by scare dollar (and a few quarters), and I am loving the good life. Just yesterday, I treated myself to an ice cream sandwich at lunch, and I don’t think Good Humor product has ever tasted so righteously delicious. I am living the good life. Maybe I’ll invest in something or other, or maybe an hour of a time share in Hawaii… the possibilities are infinite.

Oh, yeah: new layout. I had it a while back, but Bea’s new one made me feel inadequate. Anyway, I’m currently working thinking on a black and white (no grey, that is) photographic collage of sorts. You’ll see that in… an amount of time.

A Match Runs Through It.

Okay I have a lot to blog. At the moment I’m working on setting up a second blog called Statiik. I’m going for a music, movies, art, culture kinda site. Just writing about cool stuff I find. I don’t really know exactly what I’m doing with it but it should be interesting. Kind of like an up-and-coming cultural review blog thing. I’m done with the Warhol collage and I’m putting it on my art page after I write this. It really didn’t work as a banner image so I’ll need to think of a new one. I hate WordPress for making my images all pixel-y when I upload them. Maybe I shouldn’t write that on a WordPress blog. My faith in privacy has been shattered by the 1984-ish environment in the new RM building.

Anyway I saw Cloverfield on Saturday. If you’ve seen my Facebook status as of late (why does that sound so nerdy?) you already know that I thought it was sex in a motion-picture. I mean, that’s nothing new, but the movie was sex in itself. Of course it was only an hour long because it was supposed to be filmed on a DV tape. Basically all the characters are young and attractive, so you immediately like them and care about them (it was a very smart casting choice if you ask me). I liked it because it kind of showed the personal aspect of a War-of-the-Worlds-y disaster. There was no running up to the cops and asking “what are those things?!” and the reply “Whatever they are, they ain’t from this earth… We think it’s an alien civilization for Planet Nebulos.” I think it’s a love it or hate it movie, because half the people there really hated it. 

On an unrelated note, this weekend was also my Dad’s birthday. If only I could have remembered it then. Basically, my sister and I made our dad drive us around all day and pick us up (my mom was in Salt Lake for Sundance and gawking at celebrities) to and from the far corners of the suburbs. So around 6pm my mom calls asking me to give the phone to my dad so that she can wish him a happy birthday. Having forgot, I said no and hung up. Then my sister and I put on our thinking doing caps and whipped up a pasta dinner, set the table, lit some candles, made some quick gifts, and called my dad downstairs into our darkened dining room. “SURPRISE!”. So he bought it (I think) and then for desert we found a pie in our fridge. We didn’t have any candles, but we had a 10-inch match. So, into the pie it was stuck and out from under the counter came the pie. I gave him a framed photo of an old BMW bike I took for photo. So, yeah, I’d call that a flawless execution of a sneaky plan.

I think it was the next day that I almost died for Bea. Clara and I got up and went to Giant to buy you some tasty, American food, Bea. We then ventured down Hungerford Drive (MD-355) in the bleak, piercing cold and arrived at the UPS store after many complaints and shivers. The man tells us that it’s going to cost $137 to ship this thing to you. “How much would it be for USPS?” “Seventy dollars.” We then tried to get into contact with someone that could save us from this frozen hell. This led us to an abandoned gas station to use a pay-phone that hated Clara. So I have yet to go the the post office and find some cheap shipping. I think I’ll go tomorrow after school. Speaking of school,  I got my new schedule today which I like a lot. Except my gym class. It’s a pretty random mix of pretty random people.

And the MacBook Air. Or, as I some might call it, the MacBook Sexy.

Nothing comes after the eight.

So why does everyone write 08′ all the time? It just peeves me. Really, the last time I checked it was ’08. Because you’re abbreviating the 20 out of 2008. Are there some secret numbers or letters that come after the eight? No. So, the next person I see use o8′ will be on my Shit List, which I got at Urban Outfitters.

My Shit List is actually pretty awesome. It’s basically this notepad that has little boxes with small fields like “Name:, Time and Date:, Offense:, Level of Outrage:, Amount of Time until Forgiveness:” I haven’t had the chance to write anyone up except my sister, so I’m looking forward to that. Urban Outfitters is a really cool place in itself. I ended up blowing like 120 bucks there over break, but it is kind of expensive. I also stopped by the National Gallery and bought two prints: an Andy Warhol quote-print and a Romare Bearden collage. So by then I was left with… not much. I didn’t get the iPod touch since I wasn’t able to produce the iPod I had lost. Apparently after you lose 5 iPods you’ll never get a new one again. I did get a hand-me-down Video; I’m okay with that.

Exams… one week. I… I don’t even… ugh. If that weren’t bad enough my mock trial team is performing on Monday for Gov’t and no one on my team has done anything so I’ll have to write all 3 crosses, directs, the closing, and the opening this weekend. Aaron comes up to me today “Uhh, Zack, I didn’t do my cross last night…” and then he spends the whole class ‘practicing his cross examination of Vimal’: “Isn’t it true that your mom sucked mah dick last night, shawwwty.” And the whole time I wanted to yell “Aaron, you are a soft-spoken IB kid, not a straight-up badass G shawty.”

New Year’s Eve was fun though. Basically just a night of DDR, Superbad, and sitting around doing nothing. And eating. People were kind of being camera whores, and I never got the strip tease I was promised, but it was still really great. It was just comforting to be back with people who I can relax around. RM is getting better everyday though, so I’m pretty content. My resolution: get a job.

bearbeiten. New layout. I’m thinking of making an Andy Warhol collage on Photoshop soon. It might serve as a better banner image, which I need.

Get krunque.

I’m too lazy to code stuff myself, so it came down to Blogger or WordPress. I obviously chose WordPress. I think the layout’s awesome so I’m satisfied with that but I’m still working out the little kinks of the CSS code that I want to change. I might go back to Freewebs when the homework lays of a little, but this’ll do for now.
Enough about site changes, it’ll almost Christmas! Here’s the list:

iPod touch

North Face Pamir Jacket, Black or Grey

OS X Leopard
that’s right, my MacBook finally got fixed.

Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare

CD/DVD Drive for MacBook
the CD drive was, however, irreparable.

Starbucks Card

iTunes Card

The Sims 2: Seasons

Candy and chocolate

Smorz Cereal

Final Cut Express

iSymphony iPod Speakers
they’re like two inches wide, fit in your pocket, and plug right into the iPod through a headphone jack

PacSun Card

Urban Outfitters Card

Film Camera
for Photo class

Canon Powershot

cash mahhney

I know it’s kind of long but in my defense, I do know that I won’t get half of it. I have this uncontrollable urge to go sledding, because I didn’t get the chance when it snowed last week. I know, snow before Christmas? So much for global warming! (I was kidding, if you couldn’t tell). I watched this creepy Nation Geographic special about North Korea. That place is like Brainwashland. This blind woman said that the hardest part about her handicap was not seeing the Great Leader’s face. When asked “Can the Great Leader do any wrong?” the people genuinely did not understand the question. It was frickin scary. God bless America, Amen and thank our savior Jesus Christ.

Well, I think RM is much better now, but I could be happier. Then again I wouldn’t want to be going anywhere else, so I can’t complain.