Sunday, April 27, 2008

Turn into something beautiful.

So, BFF, I saw the line from your post, thanks to Google Reader: Kejing I miss your blog posts...I guess you're busy.
I really like the song you posted and just downloaded it, even though it is lyrically a bit repetitive.
I suppose I am busy, having to study for more than just Euro for once. Although, all I really studied yesterday was Euro. It's nice to have seven classes rather than eight, and now that I have no formal responsibilities in MAO, the world seems so much larger. Mrs. Ewart is glad I'll have more time to study for AP Chem. No, not seriously. Apparently Blair has a bird too, in addition to Ryan, but they refuse to tell her about them.
I never thought I'd see Jerrod shake my mom's hand (oh wait, it was the other way around), steal our sadly 10th place Alpha trophy from Ryan's house with the help of Won and his car, or go to 1Fresh and Lake Ella, and see Won's birthday DVD and Joe play tennis, and come home thinking "someone needs to get a license." But I sort of did.

Jack is having issues writing his free poem for English.
Jack: ok
and now i need to come up with some ideas
1:50 PM i have no ideas
me: hmm
Jack: maybe i could write it about trying to think of something to write about while nearly falling alseep
me: write about how youre falling asleep
and the last thing on your mind is a beautiful girl
Jack: hahahaha
1:51 PM i don't feel like it
me: sucks for you.
Jack: why?
me: because i'm about to post that on my blog.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

What feels like the last relaxing Sunday

In fourth grade, my father bought me three CDs for Christmas, took papers he didn't need from his workplace (the ones with a bunch of weird scientific essays and graphs) and stuffed a tin that probably used to hold cookies in them, along with the CDs. One of them was "Spice" by the Spice Girls, so yesterday, I imported the CD to iTunes.
Today, a few minutes after I got online, William emailed me the Spanish version of the Pokemon Theme. I'm pretty excited about this, particularly since I don't even have the English version. There's even album art on it with Spanish all over it! This is a rarity because I don't have an iTunes account, so it won't search for album art. Great stuff.
I like how Sonal announced on FB that she got a prom dress. Who shall the lucky boy be?

I saw your post, and if it was in any way about me, I want you to know that I don't want to hate you- ever. I see why you said we might not be friends, but you are definitely not my enemy. It doesn't annoy me to speak to you. If you want to talk about it, please tell me.

Monday, April 07, 2008

The Lowest Animal by Mark Twain

Posting this is not meant to be offensive in any way, but I thought it was a nice short story.

The Lowest Animal

By: Mark Twain.

I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the lower animals (so-called), and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me. For it obliges me to renounce my allegiance to the Darwinian theory of the Ascent of Man from the Lower Animals; since it now seems plain to me that the theory ought to be vacated in favor of a new and truer one, this new and truer one to be named the Descent of Man from the Higher Animals.

In proceeding toward this unpleasant conclusion I have not guessed or speculated or conjectured, but have used what is com­monly called the scientific method. That is to say, I have sub­jected every postulate that presented itself to the crucial test of actual experiment, and have adopted it or rejected it according to the result. Thus I verified and established each step of my course in its turn before advancing to the next. These experiments were made in the London Zoological Gardens, and covered many months of painstaking and fatiguing work.

Before particularizing any of the experiments, I wish to state one or two things, which seem to more properly belong in this place than further along. This, in the interest of clearness. The massed experiments established to my satisfaction certain gener­alizations, to wit:

1. That the human race is of one distinct species. It exhibits slight variations (in color, stature, mental caliber, and so on) due to climate, environment, and so forth; but it is a species by itself, and not to be confounded with any other.

2. That the quadrupeds are a distinct family, also. This fam­ily exhibits variations (in color, size, food preferences, and so on; but it is a family by itself).

3. That the other families (the birds, the fishes, the insects, the reptiles, etc.) are more or less distinct, also. They are in the procession. They are links in the chain, which stretches down from the higher animals to man at the bottom.

Some of my experiments were quite curious. In the course of my reading I had come across a case where, many years ago, some hunters on our Great Plains organized a buffalo hunt for the entertainment of an English earl. They had charming sport. They killed seventy-two of those great animals; and ate part of one of them and left the seventy-one to rot. In order to determine the differ­ence between an anaconda and an earl (if any) I caused seven young calves to be turned into the anaconda’s cage. The grateful reptile immediately crushed one of them and swallowed it, then lay back satisfied. It showed no further interest in the calves, and no disposition to harm them. I tried this experiment with other anacondas; always with the same result. The fact stood proven that the difference between an earl and an anaconda is that the earl is cruel and the anaconda isn’t; and that the earl wantonly destroys what he has no use for, but the anaconda doesn’t. This seemed to suggest that the anaconda was not descended from the earl. It also seemed to suggest that the earl was descended from the anaconda, and had lost a good deal in the transition.

I was aware that many men who have accumulated more millions of money than they can ever use have shown a rabid hunger for more, and have not scrupled to cheat the ignorant and the helpless out of their poor servings in order to partially appease that appetite. I furnished a hundred different kinds of wild and tame animals the opportunity to accumulate vast stores of food, but none of them would do it. The squirrels and bees and certain birds made accumulations, but stopped when they had gathered a winter's supply, and could not be persuaded to add to it either honestly or by chicane. In order to bolster up a tottering reputa­tion the ant pretended to store up supplies, but I was not de­ceived. I know the ant. These experiments convinced me that there is this difference between man and the higher animals: he is avaricious and miserly; they are not.

In the course of my experiments I convinced myself that among the animals man is the only one that harbors insults and injuries, broods over them, waits till a chance offers, then takes revenge. The passion of revenge is unknown to the higher animals.

Roosters keep harems, but it is by consent of their concu­bines; therefore no wrong is done. Men keep harems but it is by brute force, privileged by atrocious laws, which the other sex was allowed no hand in making. In this matter man occupies a far lower place than the rooster.

Cats are loose in their morals, but not consciously so. Man, in his descent from the cat, has brought the cats looseness with him but has left the unconsciousness behind (the saving grace which excuses the cat). The cat is innocent, man is not.

Indecency, vulgarity, obscenity (these are strictly confined to man); he invented them. Among the higher animals there is no trace of them. They hide nothing; they are not ashamed. Man, with his soiled mind, covers himself. He will not even enter a drawing room with his breast and back naked, so alive are he and his mates to indecent suggestion. Man is The Animal that Laughs. But so does the monkey, as Mr. Darwin pointed out; and so does the Australian bird that is called the laughing jackass. No! Man is the Animal that Blushes. He is the only one that does it or has occasion to.

At the head of this article we see how three monks were burnt to death a few days ago, and a prior put to death with atrocious cruelty. Do we inquire into the details? No; or we should find out that the prior was subjected to unprintable muti­lations. Man (when he is a North American Indian) gouges out his prisoners eyes; when he is King John, with a nephew to render untroublesome, he uses a red-hot iron; when he is a reli­gious zealot dealing with heretics in the Middle Ages, he skins his captive alive and scatters salt on his back; in the first Richards time he shuts up a multitude of Jew families in a tower and sets fire to it; in Columbus’s time he captures a family of Spanish Jews and (but that is not printable; in our day in England a man is fined ten shillings for beating his mother nearly to death with a chair, and another man is fined forty shillings for having four pheasant eggs in his possession without being able to satisfacto­rily explain how he got them). Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it. It is a trait that is not known to the higher animals. The cat plays with the frightened mouse; but she has this excuse, that she does not know that the mouse is suffering. The cat is moderate (inhumanly moderate: she only scares the mouse, she does not hurt it; she doesn’t dig out its eyes, or tear off its skin, or drive splinters under its nails) man-fashion; when she is done playing with it she makes a sudden meal of it and puts it out of its trouble. Man is the Cruel Animal. He is alone in that distinction.

The higher animals engage in individual fights, but never in organized masses. Man is the only animal that deals in that atrocity of atrocities, War. He is the only one that gathers his brethren about him and goes forth in cold blood and with calm pulse to exterminate his kind. He is the only animal that for sordid wages will march out, as the Hessians did in our Revolu­tion, and as the boyish Prince Napoleon did in the Zulu war, and help to slaughter strangers of his own species who have done him no harm and with whom he has no quarrel.

Man is the only animal that robs his helpless fellow of his country takes possession of it and drives him out of it or destroys him. Man has done this in all the ages. There is not an acre of ground on the globe that is in possession of its rightful owner, or that has not been taken away from owner after owner, cycle after cycle, by force and bloodshed.

Man is the only Slave. And he is the only animal who en­slaves. He has always been a slave in one form or another, and has always held other slaves in bondage under him in one way or another. In our day he is always some mans slave for wages, and does that mans work; and this slave has other slaves under him for minor wages, and they do his work. The higher animals are the only ones who exclusively do their own work and provide their own living.

Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy ex­pense to grab slices of other peoples countries, and keep them from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between cam­paigns, he washes the blood off his hands and works for the universal brotherhood of man, with his mouth.

Man is the Religious Animal. He is the only Religious Ani­mal. He is the only animal that has the True Religion, several of them. He is the only animal that loves his neighbor as himself, and cuts his throat if his theology isn’t straight. He has made a graveyard of the globe in trying his honest best to smooth his brother’s path to happiness and heaven. He was at it in the time of the Caesars, he was at it in Mahomet’s time, he was at it in the time of the Inquisition, he was at it in France a couple of cen­turies, he was at it in England in Mary’s day, he has been at it ever since he first saw the light, he is at it today in Crete (as per the telegrams quoted above) he will be at it somewhere else tomor­row. The higher animals have no religion. And we are told that they are going to be left out, in the Hereafter. I wonder why? It seems questionable taste.

Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal. Note his history, as sketched above. It seems plain to me that whatever he is he is not a reasoning animal. His record is the fantastic record of a maniac. I consider that the strongest count against his intelligence is the fact that with that record back of him he blandly sets himself up as the head animal of the lot: whereas by his own standards he is the bottom one.

In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which the other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another hour I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately.

Next, in another cage I confined an Irish Catholic from Tipperary, and as soon as he seemed tame I added a Scotch Presbyterian from Aberdeen. Next a Turk from Constantinople; a Greek Christian from Crete; an Armenian; a Methodist from the wilds of Arkansas; a Buddhist from China; a Brahman from Benares. Finally, a Salvation Army Colonel from Wapping. Then I stayed away two whole days. When I came back to note results, the cage of Higher Animals was all right, but in the other there was but a chaos of gory odds and ends of turbans and fezzes and plaids and bones and flesh not a specimen left alive. These Reasoning Animals had disagreed on a theological detail and carried the matter to a Higher Court.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

World

Congratulations to Ryan, who learned a bit of piano yesterday from a really lame YouTube video, but managed to impress both his parents and aunt.
Spring Break is halfway over, and I have to say I am quite happy. I am going to finish watching V for Vendetta, and eventually watch Hotel Rwanda after my trip to the library. I also printed some MAO State tests, which I hope to at least glance over before two-thirds of April comes by.
We saw Sweeney Todd at Anna's house last night. The songs made me want to sing out loud, if only I could learn them.
I'm too lazy to type any more, so here's another song. Unfortunately, at the uploader's request, it didn't provide embedding and I'm not enough of a computer geek to figure it out, so THIS is the link.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

A Hidden Secret?

me: i didnt know you had birds!
fightinchicken26:
bird
me: does MRS EWART KNOW??????
fightinchicken26: shhhhhhhhhhh
please dont tell her
im scared

This makes me smile.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Mr. Blue Sky

Logan: lol
7:42 PM oh ur definitely part of the kejing baby watch drama now
Logan Stafman
7:37
dammit....we were just singing Mr. Blue Sky, not having sex
lol
question: is this too cheezy for my essay for FAMAT board?
7:43 PM I believe that my desire to work hard for the club that I have grown to love over the years along with my...
me: thanks logan
blairwult: logan confirmed ur rendezvous
7:44 PM Logan: anu time
any time*
me: so i there was mild sarcasm in "thanks logan"
Logan: woah, au contraire, I did not
read what I said
me: haha nice start
you? love? go together well. jk
oh wait i shouldnt be talking
.....
Logan: no, that's not the start
that's near the end actually
me: start to your essay, dude
*moosecookie
hmt
7:45 PM me: he did not.
blairwult: he did too
me: Logan: woah, au contraire, I did not
7:47 PM LOGAN IM SO SCARED
Logan: lol
me: me: have you HEARD mr blue sky?
jerrod had it on repeat for like half a day once
blairwult: no
me: it's the most innocent thing ever
okay the video those two did during fcat week that was uploaded
that was mr blue sky (the song in the background)
blairwult: hahah well then its the perfect song to play if u want calming sex [wink]
me: well they certainly didnt have sex in calc
Logan: HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Moments when...

you pretend weren't awkward because you don't want to draw attention to them. And then you either express no emotion or quickly walk into another room. But you can't really walk into another room if you're in the car with someone.

Mom: I bet your dad wants you to marry a Chinese guy.
Dad: I don't care who you marry, as long as you're happy!
Me thinking: ...How did we get on this subject? I'm in middle school...

Both Diana's and my mom on separate occasions: Don't get a PhD, because then your selection of guys will be much, much smaller because they will be intimidated by you.

Mom: Your bed frame isn't very sturdy. Next time you'll come home, there will be two people on it.
Me thinking: I don't weigh that much...

Me: __ and __ are dating now. Haha.
Dad: Oh, they're probably really good friends.
Me: Er no.
Dad: -continues to smile because he won't believe me-

Today, as I finished washing the dishes:
Dad to me: Your pants are long.
Mom: They were long when we got them. Buying on sale, and all.
Dad to me: You haven't grown.
Mom: Yeah, she hasn't.
Mom and dad: She stopped growing, didn't she?
Mom: I was worried she'd be too tall and then she wouldn't get married.
Dad: If she were a little taller, it would be perfect.
Mom: She's just the right height now.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Let me in, please it's cold I'm freezing out here, I miss you my dear.

I still can't believe it.
We went to the University of Florida!!!!! Yes, it was so exciting that I needed six exclamation points to barely cover my feelings. But I can't really count, so it could be a different positive integer, give or take about five.
The day began quite normally, but today, I was so tired that I actually lost consciousness on a small portion of the bus ride. We had breakfast at Burger King, where I finished eating and spilled syrup on my bag, pants, and an area of my ankle. Marshall quickly told me to "suck it off." I rejected his order. Despite the title of this post, the day was extremely bright and warm. Logan, Shuyao, and I needed Kevin Hong's direction to get to the delegate's meeting, and seeing the math that was provided on the itinerary was very queer. Nao Nao and Ellen showed up at Round One by about twenty minutes late. Just now, I realized that I have had at least one dream about walking on a campus such as UF with a map like that... At the delegate's meeting, Nao Nao and Ellen showed up almost an hour late. I don't blame them, because the campus was quite a bit confusing. On the way to the Universal Auditorium, Logan sang "Mr. Blue Sky." Pre-calculus team got 4th place[William placed very well, Ryan got 20th (his first ever invitational trophy!), and I got 29th place. William had calculated my score to be 56, but apparently it was 64, more pleasant number!] much to the pleasant surprise of our team members. I used brackets because they seem more mathematical and are clearer than two trivial sets of parentheses, as if brackets raise the value. Joseph fell in love with Jimmy Doker and almost got his cell phone number from Kevin. Logan and Joseph told me about Clara's obsession with Marshall Printy's apparent "hotness." On the way home, Anna, Diana and Sonal decided to start a few games of MASH, in which William wanted to marry me, Sonal married Logan, and I obtained some interesting outcomes, too.
After dinner, I completed the penultimate week's worth of FLVS work in about an hour (or less). This was made possible by the fact that I decided to click on the Module 7 test, and much to my astonishment, it did not have a password, so the test had been opened and I could not leave the page without failing. The 16th week includes Exams A though E, and will be FINISHED after that! Oh, the joy, the joy, the oh so obtainable joy.
I want to relax.

Friday, March 28, 2008

You sang me Spanish lullabies

Today, I went to see Freed at lunch, mainly because I can't seem to live without going to the MAO room for over three days, which I admitted to him. It's like a magnetic field and pulls me there as I "tire" of running against it.
We had an intense session of "El Dia de No Ingles" during Spanish. Ironic, isn't it, that they usually say "No Ingles Day." Next, we had to begin and finish a DBQ about civil peace in Germany during the First World War. It was so taxing and annoying as usual, and I was way tired of this work. Immediately after that, we took the Chapter 15 Stat quiz, which was just queer. We only ran one test. I walked up to the Mrs. Chan near the end of the period, and asked, "Is this the whole test?" She sort of laughed and said, "Yes." When I walked to my table in Chem and looked down, I found the best note ever. It really brightened my mood. The test was sort of stressful because I didn't really know how to do the last problem. However, I finally pulled myself through the first part of the day, and survived by lunchtime, where it was extremely sunny. Twice as many of us were having a bad day, so that makes two heads to stroke, the poor darlings. What an awful idea it is to assign a lab in Biology and give us ten boring research and thought questions. Mrs. Traylor asked me how Chinese people get married. She told me that I should have a traditional Chinese wedding with traditional makeup and a red kimono because it would be fun... Then something about how it doesn't matter how the wedding is, but how the marriage is. Yeah, a kimono. We sort of worked on airplane problems with component vectors today. I always seem to say things when the entire class is quiet, such as "What is she talking about?" when referring to mj. In English, we presented our projects, and we must admit that my powerpoint was um, by far the most visually attractive. The bus ride was a time of steering towards unconsciousness. As I discussed the ways Joseph is a loser (jk) with Parker, I noticed that my body felt as though it was about 2:00am. But I never take naps, since around 1st grade, I woke up, thinking it was yesterday that my mother and I had gone to Cubs, the grocery store, and proceeded to brush my teeth and wash my face as if I had spent the night on the couch. It wasn't my last nap, but it was my last voluntary nap.
But going to sleep seems like such a good idea right now.
Maybe after I finish the Bio worksheet.

By the way, the time I published the post is the time of the FIRST publication. Therefore, any edits being made do not overwrite the information below. It's 9:38pm as I type this.
Later...
Me: of course youre clever, bff!
SoccerPig73: Wait, did you say there was eight hours until the competition!?
Me: uhhh
maybe...
CRAP
THERES 8 HOURS UNTIL THE COMPETITION!
SoccerPig73: I KNOW!
Yeah, I better get off. I need to get some sleep before this thing. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night and wonderful dreams!
Me: good night!

Good night.