Wow, painting miniatures have taken over my life (for now). I literally have spent the last three days just painting little tiny plastic and pewter things. I'd say all my work so far has amounted to maybe 2% of my entire army. Yea, big army. It's more like cannon fodder though.... alot of things die before they move. (Tron, I hate you... I wanna go first ONCE in my freakin life).

Alright, no more typing today... my fingers are all sticky.

From the paint! Duh!

Goddamn it, blogger is being gay on me. It didn't post my last entry and I couldn't even get into my blog since this morning. Come on blogger, don't do this to me!

Well, on to my life, my wonderful glorious life where i'm the main character and you're all my sidekicks in this doggy dog world (What? I can't even talk shit in my own journal? yea, that's right. ha. ha. Whatever.):

Yesterday, I spent the whole day painting miniatures. It was a reward for myself, since that morning, I slayed my econ test with a passion that only Buffy could have to a vampire. Well, that's a bad analogy (in more ways then you know), but that's what I get for using the word 'slayed'.

Why paint miniatures though? The miniatures, of course, are for a game. And since we all know that I'm a game addict, this is just another way for me to waste time. I can't really describe the game... ok, well, yes I can. You play on a big table, and it's kinda like Chess and StarCraft mixed into one big mushiness and served on a hotplate.

The gaming aspect is fun, the painting aspect is relaxing. In the beginning when I first started, I thought painting would be tedious, but I was just looking at it the wrong way. Now, it's more of like a meditation, since it takes so much dedication to make such a small creation. Ha! And you said i wasn't a poet.

There's other stuff, but I won't write too much (becuase i don't want to bore you, and i'm lazy, lazi, and lazee).

Time to go paint until my fingers are purple (again).

Oh yea, I finally had a Krispy Kreme Donut last night. Those things are amazing, dare I say, godsend? Wow, and the ones I had were manufactured and boxed... I can only imagine what they taste like when they are FRESH from the Krispy Kreme store. I even heard that they are served warm and gooey. mmm.

Yes, they are pretty imfamous, and I do believe, once you've had one, you'll be hooked.

Fuck Dunkin' Donuts.

Ever notice that one you talk about one thing, it seems that everyone starts talking about it to? (or maybe, you just notice it more, so then it seems like everyone is talking about the same stuff you are).

Well, the other day, someone mentioned something about Heroin (even though it does seem to come up alot in this house of mine), and now it seems like I spoke to at least five different people about the subject.

Also, just yesterday, I was talking about throwing a box of pizza in someone's face... and I drove an hour back to Jersey to meet up with some friends, and lo and behold, they were talking about pizza box facing people too.

Coincedence? I think not.

Cleaning my room and keeping it clear (haha.. Clearning?) is really hard. I mean, i tried yesterday afternoon to start the cleaning process. Goddamn i failed miserably. I ended up eating half a carton of ice cream and passing out. And not from eating too much either.. but because it was so damn good.

Yea, i love icecream a little too much. Sigh, it's all going to go to my hips and ruin my figure. *flutter*

BT is coming up from Maryland today. He's way more important then going to the Memorial Day Clubbing event to see the thong contest and asian play boy bunnies. (cry cry, sob).

I know my priorities... but maaaaaaaaaaaaan.

Well, had a good day with my friend Jim on his birthday. Hope he had fun. Seemed a little depressed when i first got there. Kinda like he expected more on His Day.

Yesterday night was interesting also. Went to another friend's party, and there was a pool tournament. Made it into the finals and got my ass beat. In my personal opinion, I think my final opponent was trying HARD AS HELL to beat me. Or at least, trying to prove that he was better then me. And you know what, mad props to him, cuz he his better then me. Anyone who can run me five games in a row deserves to be called Champion. I'm not big headed (maybe), it's the truth.

Second Place is First Loser. Yes, I know, i suck. But i'm 26 dollars richer.

Today was a moment of joy for me. Drove all the way down to Delaware to Kiku's house (Kiku if you don't know, has a 350 horsepower car). Got lost as usual, but when i got there, we worked on my car. FINALLY got my AF/X Underdrive Pulley in (if you don't know, feel free to ask). Car feels like it has a little more pull, but I want to do a road test to have solid numbers to back it up.

That's it for now, good night everyone.

May the force be with you... (for me to poop on.)

Well... haha... nevermind. This is what i get for talking to my Evil Twin while posting my blog:

Mystic511: 2999 hits on my page
Mystic511: and i just posted that the 3000 person should contact me.
vee: its me, godammit
Mystic511: you had to go and look
Mystic511: =P
vee: yah

Well, i guess it makes sense, since i'm already her adoring fan.

Til death do us part.

Holy fuck... 2999 hits... who's going to be my 3000?

IM me: Mystic511

Email me: Mystic511@hotmail.com

You're my official 3000.. so maybe now i should be YOUR wonderful adoring fan.

WTF??

I haven't wrote an entry in 2 days? Jeez.. it feels like only yesterday that I wrote an entry.

Well, here's an update on the extremely interesting (boring), super awesome (mundane), somewhat awe inspring (sickening) life of the Mystic:

Confucious says, confusing be tests if studied for ten minute the night before, aht.
Always keep a tab on how much money you spend, or else you'll wake up and find 6 dollars in your checking account.
Judge not a person by what s/he looks like, but rather, but her/his ethnicity and name. (I told my little bro that his new interest was freaky deaky but yet mad chilled.. and i was right)
I still love my car.
I'm feeling kinda empty again though.
Don't be stupid like me... i spent one day before leaving the house for classes just going up and down from my room cuz i kept forgetting shit.

And always never forget: You are as sexy as you want to be. Just make sure there are no mirrors in the house.

After a year, i STILL want a Palm Pilot V. I think a year of wanting something is justification to actually go and get it.

Too bad my wallet disagrees.

Argh, still looking for that job. I just want it. With a job, even a shitty one, I can still save up and have cash to spend. My car is begging me for presents. I can hear it... it's like "please pleaase give me something to make me go faster, and then I want a nice outfit to go with my purse."

But baby, i can't afford it. Don't leave me.... Damn gold diggers.

Still better then the real thing.

Welp, my worst fear just came true:


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Ah well, i still have my car.

Import War in Hershey, Pennsylavania was pretty interesting. I mean, it wasn't great, but I did get alot of ideas for what I want to do with my car. I took alot of pictures... feel free to check them out here: Pics from Import War.

I want to strip the interior of my car, and then get a nice wing.. .and I think I'll be set.

Now, someone sponsor me so I can actually do it.

This is the shit that I was afraid of when I agreed to move into a house with four other people.

When something is dirty, even before I use it, and people want to blame me for being dirty also, fine. I can agree to that. I know that I'll just add on to the mess because it's already there. I'm sure as fuck not going to be the one to clean it.

But when I am accused of being dirty and then not cleaning up after myself, then that's bullshit. I hardly use the kitchen, and when I do, it's already pure chaos. Even when that's the case, I will clean up after myself when I make a mess. It's part of my upbringing to clean up after myself. It's not part of my upbringing to clean up after everyone else.

So therefore, standing here being accused of sloppyness and being dirty, I say fuck it.

I'll stay cleaning up after myself, except now, I will go out of my way to make sure that I ONLY clean up after myself. If I have to, I will fucking use my own trashbag, wash my own dishes by hand after I use them, and clean only my section of the counter that I use. When the house is still a mess after that, then those four can just fucking figure it out without me.

It's not an ultimatum. It's just the way it's going to be.

What a great day!

Drove home to Jersey, tried getting a new cellphone, then drive around from pepboys, to Lowe's, to Home Depot trying to find the cheapest price for the most reliable torque wrench. I spent 55 bucks on that piece, and the strut bar I was installing is only 70! Then I washed my car. I thought it was going to drizzle as I dried my car, but it didn't. Really good car day in my book.

I was thinkin about making August 31st a personal holiday. It is, after all, the day I bought my car.

I think I'll call it National Spend Time with your First Love day.

For all those female readers that don't understand why guys love cars so much... here's a good parallel for you: It's like... your first kiss, or those fucking little trinkets that you hold dear for the rest of your life.

Mine just happens to be my car.

Shit... i'm suddenly having dejavu that I wrote something like the above before.

The rain is soft and soothing. The sounds of splashing from passing cars, mixed with the organized chaos of tens of thousands of droplets falling in unperfect unison makes for a comforting experience. Then, add on the wind as it rustles wet leaves on street lined trees. Nature in the city. Beautiful.

It's moments like these that make living worth it. It's free, it's real, and it helps relieve us of our damn drought. (yes my non-philly readers... we are in a drought.)

Now every one of you sons of bitches go out and buy a matchbox toy car so you can get a free password and play on Planet Hot Wheels with me. Who knew that little car racing games would be so damn addicting!

I sure didn't.

How comes every time i want to frickin work on my car, it frickin rains? Ok, well not all the time, but alot of times! And if it's not that, then it's the stupid sun going down. God damn it, I know i'm nocturnal and shit, but that the main reason i need the sun to stay out longer! I don't have energy to work on my car until 8-9. Yea, i know.. the sun going down is probably what gives me my energy boost. No use blaming the sun. Sigh.

Hmm, what else have I been doing? Nothing. Nothing at all.

I did see Star Wars Episode 2 last night. Worth my six dollars. I won't compare it to Spider-Ma(n) though.. cuz i know i'm biased. heh.

But at least we're almost on summer vacation! ...
...
Oh yea, Drexel doesn't do that shit either.

Mother Fuckers.

Holy crap. I know I love video games and it's a significant part of my life (possibly more significant then sleeping, but probably less significant then breathing), but... holy crap! Alright, so last night I was bored out of my mind. Slowly but surely it turned 11 pm. I was a little tired, no where near tired enough to sleep, and I wanted to do *something*. Well, I started bitching at my friend brian saying "I'm booooorrrrreeeeeddd" and "save meeeeeeeeeeeee" (and you think i'm joking.), when he finally said that he was going to play Diablo 2 with my other friend Jim.

So i flipped through my dusty pile of cds and found D2. Dusted it off, flipped it in the cd player and fired it up.

Next thing I know it's 3:30 am.... Holy crap, talk about addictions.

Drugs ain't got shit on video games.

I've come to a point in my life where I (yet again) know what I want to do for a living.

I want to become a journalist. Ok, so I've always wanted to be a journalist to some degree. Back in the day, I wanted to write for a video game magazine. You know, play video games all day long and then write about what I liked and hated about them. Then I grew out of that (still wouldn't mind doing it though). A few years ago, I thought maybe I could start an Asian magazine and write things in there, kind of like the way Asian Avenue is. That is when I discovered there ARE Asian magazines out there. Yolk and Giant Robot.

This year, when I started learning about cars, I thought maybe, just maybe, if i learned enough about cars, I could write for a car magazine. Now I think I wouldn't mind doing any of those.

Also, there is technical writing. How to describe this... writing the instruction booklet for a video game would be the best example. It's not great, but I wouldn't mind doing it. If you're like me and you take the time to read some of these instruction booklets, you realize the put alot of effort in them, and sometimes, they are quite humourous.

With the commonality of the internet now, wanting to be a writer for a webpage wouldn't be so bad either. I don't even care for what, but as long as it lets me express my creativity (much like my blog), i'm game. So now, for my Co-Op jobs, 85% of them are jobs involving web design. One is even for a record company where you have to post articles. I know i'm not the best for the job; i know little about music and who's who, but it would prove to be an interesting experience.

Inevitably, I want to become an author and write my own literary work. Wither or not it becomes a New York Times best seller is still up for grabs. But i'm going to do it.

Or my name isn't Spidey-Ma.

Going on the theme of overloading Spider-Man (much like mass media and commercialization is doing anyway), here is my brand spanking new "Spider-Ma" desktop backround!


Fear Me.

ok, two things:

first, the presents I received from my acquantences. It all means alot to me, I don't usually expect my bday guests to actually give me anything, so yes, it'll always be treasured.


Also, I finally installed my carbon fiber altezzas on my car:


Things are a little messed up right now, my friend said I may have pulled a wire the wrong way or something. So tomorrow, i'm going to have to strip everything off again and try again. Might require some wire cutting, wire stripping, and electric taping. I can't wait.

I never realized how much sense of accomplishment one can have from doing their own work. I feel like I *deserve* it, as strange as that may sound. It just feels right. The satisfaction it brings makes me want to do even more work. For me, it's not tedious or hard. It is just a challenge that needs to be completed. Once done, I want to move on and do something more. Much better then drugs. (Maybe).

Well, not much else to write about. Cars, Women, A pack of cigarettes and spider-man.

Till tomorrow comes.

Pics from the bday party

They uploaded backwards chronologically, so now you'll have an idea of have the night progressed. (backwords, of course)

Crazy party. Crazy weekend.

I'm really tired and I gotta study for midterms and finish up on homework for tomorrow.. so here's a quick rundown of yesterday:

Bday cake saying "Happy Birthday Spider-MA" (my last name... those clever drexel kids.)
Creamed in the face. (Ha. Ha.)
Twice.
Overloaded with Spider-man gifts for the rest of my life.
Zippo lighter with my name on it. *Best gift ever*
Tennis 2k2 for Dreamcast.
Three Bottles of liqs consumed.
"You're a great bartender"
"I know."
Five trays of chinese food.
Video game arcade in the living room (three tvs, DC, PS2, Xbox)
130 pictures takin (at least)
Three girls sleeping in my bed. (And i wasn't)
One VSA president sleeping over.
Twenty-Five great friends who made it to my party.

Thanks for everyone's help, especially Jenny, Kim, Maree, Jamie and Brian.

I forgive all the people who didn't make it. I understand you that you're finishing up college and had finals (or mother's day the next day).

There's always next year.

Countdown to the Greatest Day on Ear-- haha, i'm just kidding. That would be really psychotic of me.

I'm back in jersey. Had to see the mumsy before my bday. Plus, i need her to buy me stuff for my party. Heh.

Well, there's nothing else to do. Hangin out with a really corny girl who's messing with my digital camera. I'll spare her name from my blog, cuz I know it'll be the end of her life. Even though now she's tainted my blog.

Also just spent more money on the car. I just want all the best stuff for my car. Much more interesting then women. Well, i guess saying that is kinda biased at the moment... but then again, i did say stuff like that before. So i guess it's all good.

Vroom, baby. vroom.

Countdown to the Greatest Day on Earth: One

Note to self: Restrain what I say to people before they get to know me for fear of being labeled a "freak" or "weirdo".

Note to self: When close friends call you "freak" or "weirdo" they are just kidding.

Haha, i'm so bad sometimes. I really should stop making it my hobby of playing with people's tolerence levels before they become uncomfortable. I guess when i'm with people who know me really well, they aren't bothered by it because they know i'm just messin around... but i guess i gotta watch my actions more carefullyl when chilling with casual acquantences.

Evil with a capital Damn Right.

And why is it that during my "down" week, everything else is down too? MSN messanger service is down... Drexel's website goes down everyday... some other things are down... I'm surprised blogger isn't down. Blah, is the internet really becoming so unreliable in its day and age of "upgrading" and "reformatting"? Everything was fine three years ago and back then they didn't have to be down so much.

At least my car is reliable.

I hope.

Countdown to the Greatest Day on Earth: Two

71% addicted to Instant Messenger. How about you?

all i have to say is... shit, that's it?

And to think that I was worried.

Why have I been so down lately? It's starting to make everything I say more cynical and negative (wait.. actually.. that sounds fairly right). But I don't know.. somewhere in the back of my mind, I don't think I should be so down. I'm humorous and happy. I am a go with the flow kind of guy. I don't give a fuck. I shouldn't give a fuck anyway. But do I? Hmmmm, need to sit down and contemplate some more on my own life.

What else in my life... Well, my friend Alex got a first generation eclipse. I'm estatic. That is one of my favorite cars in the world. It's one of those cars that aren't appreciated until 10 years later. It's top notch, cheap, and easy to maintain. If i could have a second car, i'd definately get one.

My birthday is going to be rather interesting. It's either so many people are going to show up that the house will overflow in an orgyfest of asian people (sounds kinky, no?), or else, it'll be me and a noisemaker, because nobody will show up. I haven't decided which extreme it is yet, but I have a feeling my "down" slump won't end before my birthday begins.

So what. Countdown to the Greatest Day on Earth: Three.

Remember how I always talk about the ups and downs in life? You can be 'up' and perfectly happy for a period, but then after that, everything will start to go 'down'. Once you reach the bottom and feel like life sucks.. everything will start going back up.

Well, right now, i feel like I hit bottom. I knew it was coming too.

That's the sad part.

Well, ever since posting up that I wanted people who read my blog to IM me (Mystic511) and say hi, a few of you actually have. So now I know a couple new people and I KNOW there is still more of you out there. Dont' be shy, i'll give you a cookie.

Nothing interesting happened today. I believe I'll be pretty numb this week until my birthday comes up.

Happy Birthday to Me.

Countdown to the Greatest Day on Earth: Four.

It never fails to impress me how true my belief in life is: Don't count on anyone but yourself. Don't ever let yourself be too close to anyone. Save yourself the trouble.

I won't go into detail on what i'm talking about. I don't think it's something I want to remember. All I know is, i gave it a shot, I had my fun. I can't say i'm not happy though. I don't regret anything that happened. I'm just shocked. I mean, i was prepared for it to happen, but I didn't think it would happen so soon.

Now back to the basics. I have my friends, I have my fun, and I have alot of things to look forward to.

So now it's back to thinking about my car. At least I know it's always there for me.

Who saw Spiderman?

How could you not watch a movie about me? (why didn't anyone want my autograph when I was trying to give it out? weird.)

So anyway.. it was a great movie. I loved it. But alas, kirsten dunst is a great actress, but i'm sorry, she didn't do a good job playing Mary Jane. She was originally casted to play Gwen Stacy (spider man's first girlfriend who died to the green goblin..), but i guess the director decided people would relate better to Mary Jane. Well, that was bad.

**Edit: My friend Brian just told me she knew she was suppose to be Mary Jane, but thought she might be Gwen... or some shit. Well, Kirsten, if you knew you were going to be MJ and you shoulda known you weren't going to fit the role perfectly!**

**Edit again!: My friend Brian just found out he was wrong, and that Kirsten did think that she was going to play Gwen... which she would have been most likely, very good at that role.**

Everyone else was great. They all fit the roles perfectly. The person who played peter parker may always be known as "that guy who played spider-man" but hell, he deserves it.

Also, i met a new friend today. She is one of my 3.3 adoring fans. I'm happy that she could come and talk to me. Won't you be next? Damn it, there's still 2.3 adoring fans out there and i wanna know who you are.

So step up and let's dance.

And we'll go swinging on a spider web together.

I ended up not going to Carlisle. Actually, i just ended up sleeping for butt long. Mono? Hope not. Even though it is called the kissing disease. =P

But anyway, Cinco de Mayo party at the house tonight (yes, on the fourth). I'm kinda scared. Hopefully the place won't get trashed. I'm not ready to deal with BS. When it comes down to it, i'm probably just going to bounce somewhere and chill out. Then, come home and see what kind of chaos occured while I was gone.

In a bit of depressing news, I got a 35% on my econ midterm. Probably would have done alot better if I tried a little harder, but damn, a 35% is just a shocker to me. Luckily there is two midterms, so i still have one more final to bring shit up, and then i'll definately do well on the final. I know so, because it's not the fact that I don't understand the concept, but because I wasn't prepared for my professor to actually give hard tests. It was probably a mix of me missing the mid-term review, and also becaues last year was such a breeze during Microecon that I wasn't in the right mindset.

And if i do manage to bomb Econ 2... oh well, at least I'll never have to deal with another business class again.

Alright, i'm still trying to figure out who all reads my blog. So if you are one of those people, hit me up on instant messanger (aim sn: Mystic511) and say hi. I'm not gonna bite. Unless you're into that kinda stuff.

Heading out to Carlisle soon for a sports compact car event. Actually, if things had gone the way I wanted it to, my car would probably be in the show. But alas, no.
For those who don't know what my car is yet:


And sooooooo much more coming soon.

Stupid college getting in the way of more important things like my car.

Happy One Month anniversary to me.
What am i talking about? I'd tell you, but i'd rather make you wait until next time.

Re-did the schedule... I think it's going to be slightly interesting. Classes from 11-5 straight on tuesdays and thursday, and then, tuesday and wednesday nights, i have a class each from 6-8:50.

So four day weekends. Yay.

Maybe now i'll do something productive with my life. Most likely not though.

Now for some interesting slight converstion with me talking about certain things, but being really vague because I want to get it off my chest, but I don't want you to really know what i'm talking about. (mu. ha. ha.):

Ever get really confused about something? Ever feel like you need to find something out, but when you seek it, the answers are not direct? And the more you search, the more you feel like you're going in a circle? Sometimes I just want to know why? or how? Or could it be? But no, it's not that easy.

It never is.

I keep thinking today is thursday! Even though this journal entry says it's thursday (hur. hur. funny funny, i KNOW it's thursday now), it really is wednesday night.

Damn it.. i spent all of today being put down. My cs 260 professor basically said I sucked and should drop this class instead of failing, so I can fail it again next term. Sigh. Well, he didn't say it that harsh, but he was talking, and that's the only thing I heard coming out of his mouth. (I swear, I don't have A.D.D.)

My advisor told me that I couldn't take the classes that I want because they aren't offered in the summer. What the hell? Then why am I paying FULL tuition for only HALF of the classes? For real, it's messed up if you think about it. I'm on the spring/summer cycle, which means I don't have a choice but to take classes in the summer. Now.. someone who's on the fall/winter cycle is paying just as much tuition as I am, except he is getting a helluva lot more choices in what classes he can take. That's bullshit. With a capital FUCK YOU to drexel.

Well, at least I only have classes on tuesdays and thursdays.

Four day weekend, here I come.

Sorry to all my adoring fans since i didn't update yesterday. I had good reason though... blogger sometimes is just WAY too busy. What? you think i'm the only person that blogs? Everyone and their mom has a blog.

On a side note, do the world a favor: Stop the hunger.com: Go here and click on the button Feed a starving child. No signing forms, nothing. Just two seconds (ok.. so ten seconds for you 56k people) of your life to feed some hungry children. Do it. You soul-less bastard.

Weekend update: Dave Chappelle Comedy Special in Maryland.

Dave Chappelle is just too halarious. He made up for all the crap that we went through to get to DC. See, it happened like this:

We leave at 2 pm.
Move 1 mile in 1 hour.
Starve to death.
Eat.
And then get stuck in traffic again.
We get to DC at 6:45.
THEN we still have to take a subway train into the city.
Dave Chappelle saved me.

You ever laugh so much that even when you hear something so funny and want to laugh some more, you just can't laugh anymore?

Yea. that's all me.