Olympics!

I love the Olympics; especially the Winter Olympics. And the fact that they are in Vancouver this year makes it all the greater. After all, I am a die-hard fan of Canada. In fact, I am in love with the country. When the Olympics are on, I disparage the rest of the world, and anything else going on for that matter. I think it's really amazing that no matter what is going on in the world, people can get together and enjoy this universal event without the hostility, perfidy, or worry about the conflicts of today's world. Anyway, the Winter Olympics were SICK. There are just a few amazing Olympians who's necks are being weighed down by their massive medals: Shaun White, Apolo Ohno, JR Celski, Lindsey Vonn, Julia Mancuso, Evan Lysacek, Seth Wescott, Hannah Teter, and many more. America is pretty boss, to say the least.

One of the more interesting, or more eccentric Olympians, is Johnny Weir. I'm not hating, but he is ridiculously odd. One can tell that he deeply loves ice skating, deeply. I thought he was a sangfroid until he gave head whip to the crowd. But I think that the judges didn't score him according to the level of finesse in his routines. He was pretty good, and I think that the judges dislike him because of the amount of sass he has brought the already sassy sport of figure-skating. Besides that, after all of the figure skating was over, I stunningly watched the commercial for Johnny Weir's new show. He is anything but malcontent with himself; that guy is crazy. It was a little quixotic for him to be wearing heels and a fur coat. I'm not sure whether to be uncomfortable or baffled in amazement at how shocking someone can be. Overall, great Winter Olympics this year! :D

Music

People who hate music that isn't part of the social scene is more than an anathema to me. What is wrong with liking a band that no one has ever heard of? Nothing. If you were to look at the music of some bands and artists before they became famous, one would find that they made a complete 180˚ turn from the emotion they used to emit in their previous music. Not to say that I deprecate on , or believe that mainstream artists aren't able to do just the same once they become famous, but many merely try to appeal demands for a catchy beat to listen to until the next artist creates and even catchier beat. What was once pure, emotionally provoked music, has mostly turned into Pop style beats and "hit-worthy" lyrics. I find the artists who write for their own therapy and happiness, are much more enjoyable on the ears. If a song can tell a story, or make you stand at the tip of an emotional cliff, then I feel as though there is much more to the artist's talent then just being able to produce what everybody else wants. It shows the artist's baroque style, one that pays attention to the depth and feel of his music, more than just how many singles he can sell. I would be credulous to believe that Katy Perry went from Christian singer to sleazy Pop diva because she had the gut-wrenching need to do so. I just like to think that the dossier of indie and undiscovered artists I have is far more noteworthy than any of the Top 20 artists I see in today's sellout society.

Personal Pandemonium in Panera...

Okay, so everything started off surreptitiously, because she and I knew we would be the talk of the town, or school, if everybody found out about us. As if that weren't difficult enough, we happened to locate the town ourselves--at Panera Bread, consequently filling in some of the clues about what she and I were doing together. Never go to Panera Bread at Tice's Corner on a Saturday, because you will inevitably find at least fifteen people from school that you know, most of whom make it their obligation to give you the Hester Prynne stare-down, but that's just my own apprehension getting to me, for really none of that happened. A scruple went through my mind as soon as I tried to make a superhero getaway; I couldn't let my enemies win, even though they really aren't my enemies. If we had left, I would have let my own nerves get the best of me, and I simply could NOT let that happen. Granted, I am friends with most of the people that I saw there, but when my ex-girlfriend walked in, about twenty minutes after our arrival, I was almost forced to cede all of my optimism on how awkward the night could actually get. It begins to really get to me when, upon my arrival back to school on monday, I was still getting annoyed by some of my peers. Some even asserted their supercilious jokes upon me, but it was all in good fun. As if seeing them on Saturday didn't depreciate my machismo enough, I was still playfully scrutinized. I think it was funny after the fact now, but at the time, it was thoroughly embarrassing. It's so appropriate for high school. Trying to salvage my pride, in a colloquial tone, I stated to one of my peers, "Leave me alone!" but it didn't matter. Like everything, it passed, and my ten seconds of embarrassment are over and I find it'll be one of those awkward moments to look back upon. I am really happy that it all happened, because she is a great person ~

Chop Sticks and the Girl who Lost it all

I recently castigated Isabel for her poor performance in the game of Chop Sticks. Let me remind you, that this was in fact my first time playing Chop Sticks. Even more insane, was that I hadn't even heard of the game before! After I demolished her, Isabel spoke in a very laconic way, as a result of her dumbfounded loss. From now on, Isabel has forced an indefinite moratorium of the game. I think that is due to her lack of skill, but she argues otherwise. It's not my fault that her attempts to beat me are maladroit and careless. I merely played to the best of my ability. I was even surprised that I had won, but I guess that's just how the cards were dealt. As a result, I almost gave out an ebullient cheer, but the class was in a silent literary companion session, so I reserved myself for another time. :D I rock.