Brains.

Evidently, I forget about updating my blog more times than I remember forgetting.

It's now November. Actually, that's inaccurate. November has been around for 3 weeks, but what with every day feeling like a minute, it's hard to keep track of time seeing how it flies by so quickly. Also, if every day was a minute, we'd all be dead days ago. I think.

I am a little tired.

To rewind the time by a few days (or minutes), I have come to the conclusion that...well, that brains are very, very dangerous to your health, and should consequently be updated to something less dangerous...like Mac OS X or something. Because right now, mine is running Vista; I try to shut it down at night, and it gives me a list of all the updates that occurred in my life. I try to do something else, but I inevitably run out of memory.

Life's a glitch.

I'm not sure if anyone racks their brain as much as the person next to them does, as much as the guy across the street-- which is me--but I think I can safely say that I over-think. And over-thinking leads to a fried CPU. Which, in this case, would be a seizure or minor stroke.

And it's not even about anything worth worrying about. It's like...worrying about whether or not a girl you like likes you back. That's middle school drama!

...ok, so it about whether a girl I like likes me back. But don't judge me-- it's not like some middle school drama. I swear.

Over this short period of time, I came to understand that there is no real way to ask someone out. There are no set rules, one-way actions, handbooks...well there are handbooks, but I wouldn't be caught dead with one. But everyone has their own way to go about getting into a relationship. For example:

• Rely on others. Girls usually tend to know how other girls think. That being said, they often can read a conversation and tell the guy whether it is going well, or not. Therefore, the only thing the guy has to do is to do the actual talking. Consequently that is what's difficult for most guys in this category.

• Ask them out. Easy, simple and very, very risky. But as a wise friend once said, "Yo, if they like you, then hell yeah! If they don't, then **** it." Currently, I do not wish to **** it.

• Be who you are. Don't strive to be something you're not for the sake of a positive image in the eyes of your love interest. That's called being fake. Well ok, unless you're a moron. Nobody likes morons. Nobody. Morons should also consider rethinking their lives.

• Do them. This is not a smart choice. Please refrain from this one. It doesn't work in a healthy relationship when you only know one part of their body.

And many more. I fall into one of these categories, myself-- the first one. Now I'd like to aim for being the third (excluding the moron part) but my brain can't get past the...not thinking factor.

If I breathe too loudly, will that annoy her?

Should I type, "so whats up" or "So how was your day?"

What happens if I stare in her general vicinity? Will that invade her visual bubble?

Does this shirt make me look fat?

And so on and so forth.

Hopefully, all my efforts will pay off soon-- I mean, I only have been sleeping less, getting migraines, stressing my mind and body out constantly, and eating one meal a day. Some time now-- before I am completely obliterated.

You can't say that! You might scare her away!

I rest my case.

-Aching B

Mickey Mouse Marketing Midterm Madness

It is already October 15th.

Wow.

Aside from the normal "I can't believe it's already *insert date here*" antics, I happen to think the time period ranging from September 20th to October 1st disappeared for me. It might be due to that "Whoa, I'm in college and doing spontaneous things and forgetting to do work" situation, similar to senioritis, but is after high school and spans four years instead of one. Although, seriously, I don't quite remember anything happening. Oh, besides losing my camera. Which I did not remember doing.

Fortunately, the Lost and Found people called me and, upon going there, received my camera, along with my case and pictures intact. Part of me was expecting some interesting new photos that I didn't remember taking...or perhaps they were taken between 9/20 and 10/1.

Either way, I was told that they didn't know who returned my camera. So, I have two theories:

Theory A: Person finds camera at...lost place. Person takes pictures of drunk people and beer pong for a week, whereupon he or she finds the heart (or clear head) to return it to its owner. But not before putting embarrassing videos of said owner on the internet, where everyone will eventually come across the video known as "Kid that raps in Mickey Mouse's voice."

His rapper name is Mick the Rat.

Theory B: Someone stole my camera, most likely at some point from 9/20 to 10/1, takes pictures of aforementioned alcoholic adventures, and out of guilt, returns camera and stays anonymous.

Anonymous...anony...mous...Anony-mouse....

From left to right: Mickey Cent, Notorious M.I.C., and Mickelova, a.k.a. the Blood Rapper.

Regardless, I'm really grateful to whomever returned my camera. Even if they did initially steal it...well, ok, not as much. Maybe just one of those guy head-nods for them.

On a side note (completely important and on-topic, as you'll find most side notes are not), my marketing midterm was today. Approximately twelve hours ago, I started studying. Incidentally, I stopped studying eleven hours and fifty-six minutes ago.

In reverse psychology, this would be considered a good work ethic...or is that inverse psychology? Sadly, the world doesn't revolve around my universe.

The marketing exam was not all that hard. However, most good grades on midterms stem from a hefty amount of studying. Good thing I don't give into peer pressure easily. And something leads me to believe that writing three and a half pages on the essay that was only given two pages to write on might up my grade a little. Something also tells me I wrote, "assuredly," "inconceivably," "indubitably," "mind-numbingly," "world-shatteringly" and other unnecessarily long words to take up space and make my paper seem more believable. Oh, "unnecessarily" was one also.

All in all, I think I did a pretty promousing job.

-Aching B

Beautiful Mess (Mraz Cover)

Hope I didn't make this Beautiful Mess messy. I don't think I messed up...but I could have messed something. I mean missed something.

What a mess.

-Aching B

Crashing More Cars

-Aching B

Brb

Two minutes before I have to go to work. I have got to stop blogging at the wrong times. Then again, at the right times, I'm always doing something else...music...art....crocheting...no, not crocheting.

Oh, ok. I have got to...start blogging.


Brb.


-Aching B

I'm Yours Cover

And by cover, I mean cover your ears.





-Aching B

June Blogs II: A reaction to June Blogs I

Okay, no. I refuse to let this June pass by without a single noteworthy blog. Evidently, I wrote 13 posts last June. 13! And I was still in school. Maybe the academic surroundings encouraged me to let my creativity flow onto my blog like a steady stream of sarcasms and puns...which has now reduced to only a slight trickling of complaints and procrastinations.

...in which case, I either need to find myself some literary inspiration, or I need to buy a new faucet. Preferably one that spews out witty sayings, like, "You know I'm hot if you turn me on, right?" Or, "So I talked to toilet today. He really wants to switch jobs with me, because, apparently, his job stinks. So I asked shower what he thought and he said, 'Look, I'm not even listening. I'm way above all of this.'"

Do I dream of my bathroom furnishings talking to each other? No. But now I kind of want to.

In this whole month, I've managed to get a lot done though, so I do have some excuse for not blogging. That is, I've been:

• Making money selling clothes and merchandise...and forgetting to give customers back their credit cards.

• Playing videogames in hopes to finish playing more than the rate at which I buy videogames. Current progress: 1 finished in 2-3 weeks. 5 bought in 2-3 hours. I say I'll finish in a few...wait. I'll never finish.
  

• Plucking strings in order to make some pretty sound emanate from a piece of wood. I've been fairly successful. So far, I've managed to figure out how to play the 5th Symphony by Mozart. It's really impressive. You should see it. Unfortunately, iTunes doesn't have anything worth seeing once the song starts playing. I guess you could watch the visualizers.
  

• Excercising. My ankles have strengthened from all the driving I've been doing. Incidentally, I found a bowflex in my garage. Once I assemble it, I'll start using it as much as the instruction manual says: For thirty minutes, every half an hour.
  

...oh, and I fight crime at night. Therefore, locals have appropriately dubbed me Crime-Man. Something tells me, though, that that sounds more like a criminal's name. Oh well, time to deal with the the young-generation obesity issue by consuming their pizza while they're playing the driving arcade game! By the way, that game is really stupid.

You know what? I feel accomplished now. I feel like Aching B, freelance writer for anything irrelevant, has just pulled himself back from the depths of laziness and bankcruptcy.

Then again, I might be mixing up this feeling with horrifying shame and eternal humiliation. And also, I'm still bankrupt. Feel free to contribute to the Deposit Undisclosed Money to Blog Fund or D.U.M.B. Fund, for short. It's worth my time, I promise.

-Aching B