I want to play Pump It Up. It's basically the korean version of DDR, but in my opinion, a vast improvement. Basically, instead of four arrows that go up, down, left right, Pump has five steps: Upper left, upper right, middle, lower left, lower right (looks like an 'X'). Of course, when I first started playing, I was used to DDR, so the diagonal orientation was confusing. But now, after getting used to it, it seems the most reasonable setup of the two.

Also, DDR's music is just horrible. At least in Pump, they use beats from real Korean artists that people might actually dance to in real life. DDR is like funky reggae and jazz beats from the early 90's.

The arrows though, are awfully confusing. In DDR, it's simple. When the arrows scroll up, you hardly have to look at them. The left side is 'left', the right side is 'right' and the middle two are up and down (i forget which is which). In Pump, the right is upper right, and the left is upper left, but then, in the center columns, are lower right and lower left respectively. It may just be my dyslexia that throws me off, but sometimes, depending on how they pair combonations, I can't ever seem to find the right footing.

I can't believe I just wrote three paragraphs on a dance game.

Mr Paul Pak, hope your situation at home is alright. Don't leave me hangin, son.

Checklist of things I have to do. What? You don't care? Well, nobody is forcing you to read my blog.
Anyway:

-Call all the companies that I received an answer to my interview requests.
-Get motivated to build virtuallyinfamous.com
-Get information on that apartment across the street.
-SLEEP NORMALLY.


Ok, so it's a short list. I wasn't planning to bore you all with my task list.

Someone inject me with nyquil or some crap so that I can go to sleep.

My dear friend Catwoman helped me brainstorm a great deal today. I finally think I know how to approach the whole virtuallyinfamous.com thing. Now all i need to do is learn a little more php, asp, and javascripting stuff, throw in a little photoshop magic, and create some flash effects and I'll be solid like a brick hitting a twelve year old girl's face.

Ok, no more writing for tonight. I must force myself to sleep.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Update:

Friday: Brian Taylor came up, I got my 200 gigger, and spent the whole weekend trying to get things running with XP.

Saturday: Effed around all day, watched Firefly for a while. Firefly is a show on fox that got canceled. It's kinda like a real life cowboy bebop/trigun. It's pretty decent, kinda sad it got canceled. Went back to jersey.

Sunday: Jim's 21st bday party. All my super close friends are 21, now waiting for my Drexel friends to all turn 21 too. It's going to be fun. Went to casinos, lost a bunch of money.

Monday: Read entry below.

Also on monday, I watch Bruce Almighty. The introduction was kinda slow, and storyline progressed pretty predictably. It finished strong though, and overall, I enjoyed it. Jim Carrey knows his stuff.

After the movie, this bum/panhandler/psycho started to push CD's on us. He obviously stole them, so he could have been a little more discreet about it. The dude followed us for a block, even bothered me while I was on the cellphone. I almost confronted him on the spot, except Tron handled the guy pretty well. He started harassing us for cigarettes and stuff and just generally being a nuissance. To top it all off, he cursed us out when he finally realized he wasn't going to get anything from us.

So of course, being the guy that I am these days, I whipped out the celly and called the cops. Told them what just happened, what the guy looked like, and where he was heading. Jeebus didn't believe the cops would do anything, but as soon as I hung up, i heard sirens from a cop car a block down, saw him zoom by and turn down the street the offending man was at. I wish I knew what happened after that, probably not that much, but i'm hoping the guy gets taken off the streets for at least the night.

Fuck him. That's what he gets for being the most annoying panhandler ever. He didn't follow bum/panhandler standard proceeder at all. You come, you ask, you leave. You don't stalk the person for a block. That's borderline harassment.

Hope he overdoses on crack.

This is a conversation I had with a friend who's name I won't mention, cuz it is well... embarrassing. I wouldn't want to shame her forever.
But I can sure as hell make fun of her. For convenience's sake, I will narrate each section as it happens.

And the conversation begins with her having nothing better to do then to bother me. So I entertain her.

HyperGirl: hi =)
HyperGirl: AHAHHHAHaahhAaha
HyperGirl: i feel like bothering someone
HyperGirl: ure my victim
HyperGirl: HI ALLEN
Mystic511: hi hi
HyperGirl: hi allen =)
Mystic511: hi
HyperGirl: hi allen !! ^_______^
Mystic511: hi =D
HyperGirl: HeLLo ALLen!!!! :]
Mystic511: hi *replaced name*! =D

Now she begins saying hi in other languages.

HyperGirl: hoLa AlleN!!
Mystic511: ahn young *replaced name*!
HyperGirl: NaMastE ALLen!!!!
Mystic511: bonjour *replaced name*!
HyperGirl: SatSriAkaL alleN!!!!! :DD

Now I begin to make up greetings because I just don't feel like thinking.

Mystic511: majimajimaji *replaced name*!
HyperGirl: SawatDeeKa allEn!! ^_________^
Mystic511: tamagachi neopet *replaced name*!
HyperGirl: Neehao ALLen!
Mystic511: kimchi bop soju *replaced name*!
HyperGirl: NayHo ALLeN~!!!!!!!!!! @_@

She finally realizes this.

HyperGirl: EEEEEEESH
HyperGirl: cmmon man!!!!!!!!!!!
Mystic511: mitsubishi kawasaki *replaced name*
HyperGirl: hey
HyperGirl: all my greets were ACTUAL greets!!!
HyperGirl: ure making up stuff!!!
Mystic511: none of mine were
HyperGirl: dat's like.. not so niceundeh chik chik*
Mystic511: =DDDDD

A little bit of randomness.

HyperGirl: guess what
Mystic511: chicken butt
HyperGirl: ARGh
HyperGirl: akfjsadkfjskdf;lf;fdkf;jfs
HyperGirl: dat's soooooooooo my line
Mystic511: your mom's my line.
HyperGirl: ..........yo papa's my line
Mystic511: that's nice yo
HyperGirl: jo momma~!
Mystic511: jo never did anything to you
HyperGirl: ugh
HyperGirl: you conry yo
Mystic511: yea, i'm mad conry
HyperGirl: shattap
HyperGirl: dork
HyperGirl: jfsdjjasfasjdfjsdfsd
HyperGirl: hey
HyperGirl: if you say something is indescribable..
HyperGirl: isnt that describing it?
Mystic511: yup
HyperGirl: wut da -0-

Pay attention right here, or you'll miss the most uncredible joke EVER.

HyperGirl: why is shampoo.. clear
HyperGirl: and conditioner is not?
Mystic511: so blind people can tell the difference
HyperGirl: oh

Did you catch it? She didn't.

Mystic511: hahahahhahaha
Mystic511: you do realize what i said right?
HyperGirl: then
HyperGirl: huh?

Yea, sometimes 3 am conversations are the best.

P.S. My buddy Paul was talking to the same girl too, and he had a little bit to add:

HyperGirl: why is number abbreviated No. when there's no O in Number?
SuLunGisHbaK: cause a long time ago they used to spell number "nomber"
HyperGirl: oh fo real??

During those times I'm not laughing at her, I'm laugh with others at her.

My newest toy:



Yea, baby. You like it don't you?

Envy me.

Alright guys, I have a really long fuse when it comes to getting angry, but there are a few things that cut that fuse down really quickly.

The top of the list is ignorance.

This is worse then being stupid. Stupid is what happens when someone tries and doesn't understand. It is beyond their capability to understand. That's fine, some people are just dumb. I forgive them for being born that way.

But then their are others who either a) are stupid because they never bothered to learn or b) think their smart so never bother to learn. These are the worse kinds of people. It's ok if you have an opinion, or if you have a way of thinking and doing things, but hey, if you aren't going to take the time to listen/observer/learn other ways of thinking and/or doing things, then you're just wasting space.

Example: If let you in my room, but ask you to take off your shoes, you either take off your shoes and come in, or you stay outside. There's no reason to tell me i'm weird and that you never heard of people taking off shoes before going into a room. If i say it's a part of my culture and upbringing, do not say that my ways are messed up and then rudely step into my room anyway. That's just rude and unaccepting of you.

Ok, maybe that's not a great example of ignorance, but man, does that piss me off.

Better blunt extreme example: If I were a math teacher and you are going around saying that 2+2=5, and I tell you you're wrong, and that 2+2=4, do not laugh at me and tell me i must not be a good math teacher cuz you have always assumed 2+2=5. That's STUPID. DON'T BE STUPID.

Yes, something set me off today, but I won't discuss it. Well, if you put the two examples together, it sorta makes sense... I invite someone into my math room, told him to take off his shoes, he didn't, and then proceeded to recite improper mathematics. Ok, those of you who weren't there will not understand at all.

Neener neener, that's what you get for not being there.

Fuck my computer. I will kill it with a nice reformat as soon as I buy some upgrades.

Hear me now, you deserve to die... Yea, at 4:15 am, I have a right to pretend to talk to my computer.

Todays subject was sparked by a mutual friend of the house. She decided to relay to me that she does not dress to impress anyone but herself. Note, the following is not anyway geared towards her because I will give her the benefit of the doubt. It is instead geared toward the other 99.99999999% of other woman out there who believe they aren't dressing to impress the opposite (or sometimes same) sex.

I've heard it too many times. "I dress up for myself." "I dress up because I want to, not because I have to." "I dress up because it makes me feel good."

Granted, this may be true, but let us delve into the subliminal psycho-sociological effects in this day and age that may make a woman think those are her reasons for dressing up.

The simpliest and easiest to discuss would be multimedia. In TV, movies, magazines and billboards all over the world, women are portrayed perfectly. Even fat girls are getting a piece of the dress to impress action. A young teeny bopper picks up some teeny bopper magazine and what does she see on the cover? A hot girl decked out perfectly. Inside the magazine? Articles on how to maintain a smooth skin complexion, and how to match colors based on the season. So all women, from an early age, are exposed to what others believe to be acceptable appearance.

It all seems innocent enough, but let's dive deeper. To say that these magazine are created just to uphold a standard for woman would only be scratching the surface. These magazines have roots that go back decades to a time when women maintained their appearances for the sake of keeping the men in their lives happy.

But nowadays, it's all implied. We don't live in a society where we can openly say "YO, THIS MAGAZINE IS TO HOOK YOU A MAN." Instead, we live in a society of feminists (and feminists that are only feminist until they find the perfect guy and settle down) who dictate what's acceptable and what's not, and have all other types of woman silently agreeing because they don't want to go against this new way of thinking.

Now, psychologically, women say they dress up to make themselves feel good. Well, personally, i feel good when I don't have to brush my teeth, or put on pants. But somehow, i know that's probably not a good idea if I step out my door. So, I may not be a woman, but multiply my annoyance of brushing my teeth by the hours it takes to put on make up, pick an outfit, match the shoes, match the purse, and do the hair, and i'm pretty sure I have a case. There's no way you can convince me that doing all those things makes a woman feel good for JUST doing it.

Of course, that's where the sociological aspect comes in. Just as I know it would be socially unacceptable to leave my house without pants or brushing my teeth, women know that men and other women would not respect it if those women went out without dressing up semi-decently to be comparable to those women portrayed in magazines, tv, and movies.

How to prove this? Well, next time you see one of your female friends, give her one of your manly magazines with half-naked women in the pages, and watch her go to town picking out every flaw she can find. Now, you think that girl will go out the next day looking like a slob so other average every day females can pick out all of her flaws? Of course not! She will dress up and absorb every double take and extra-moment stares that she gets. She'll smirk at the women who whisper behind her back, trying to find some flaw that she missed. She won't care if they find one either, because she is self content knowing that she did her best to portray herself in the ways that society has deemed acceptable.

In conclusion, to say that women do not want to be slobs for their own sake is, to put bluntly, bullshit.

I may not be right, but you can't say i'm wrong either.

The new website is up. My new posts will no longer be uploaded to http://mystified.blogspot.com

Please go here:
http://www.virtuallyinfamous.com

If you are still accessing my blog through blogspot, then please change your bookmarks. It will no longer be updated. All future postings will go straight to my virtuallyinfamous.com website. You will find a link on the main page for now until I finish building the site.

Nothing interesting happened today. Pretty much just researched and did webpage stuff.

Check out virtuallyinfamous.com and stay tuned for a brand new look.

But of course, the same witty humor and style that can only be described as being ¿MyStiFieD?.

It is done.

Click Here:


That's right. I am reborn.

Unfortunately, mystified.com is already taken. And, sadly, I have no case, because apparently it's been around since 1997. *wavin the bs flag* To top it all off, it sucks. I mean, go to the site. It's crappy. Terry designs flash shit way better then that, and it didn't take him since 1997 to create things one million times better. It sickens me that my domain name could be used to tactfully.

So now I have two choices. Either find another domain name or completely switch themes.

I don't feel like switching themes, and well, yall been ¿MyStiFieD? by me for years now, so here are some url's that I think would work:

www.FeelinMystified.com
www.EnterTheMystic.com
www.MystFX.com
www.virtuallyinfamous.com
www.dynamicallyinclined.com
www.thesuperdomain.com
www.itendswith.com
www.noeffinway.com

Interesting web url's that have already been taken:
www.dotcom.com
www.dotcomdotcom.com
www.wwwdotcom.com
www.wwwdotwww.com
www.effyou.com
www.typeanything.com

Some things that I wanted but probably wouldn't be a good idea:
www.holycraptherearenodomainnamesthatiwant.com
www.fuckinbullshit.com
www.yourmom.com
www.thecolorpurple.com
www.iamwaycoolerthenyou.com

Maybe i'll just stick with:
mystified.blogspot.com

No weekend update this week since I freakin posted pics.

Today, saturday/sunday, I went to an internet cafe and played counter-strike for more hours then I cared to remember. Sure, it was fun, but you know what they say about too much of a good thing.

People that irk me more then they should:

1. People who post lyrics on their profiles which sound more or less the same as everyday common speech/sayings, except some words rhyme. i.e. You had to freakin use a song to express something in words a semi-intellegent person could think of on their own?
2. People that create this twisted reality of modern art. I won't explain this, but I'm sure some of you know what I mean.
3. People under 21 who try to act like they are truly adults (which by the way, I don't do, because I don't believe anyone is an adult til at least out of college).
4. People named Brian Lee.
5. And last but not least, people who can't hold their alcohol/know their limits that throw up on a perfectly useable free futon.

This is my song, these are my crappy lyrics.
The words that belong, I don't care if you hear it.
-The Song of Crappy Quotable Lyrics, by DJ ¿MyStiFieD?

Thanks to everyone who came. Things I learned:

-Ice cream, pistachios and alcohol don't go well together.
-Girls who play video games scare me.
-Do not floor a hooked up car in second and think it won't peel out in the rain.
-It looks like not all black people can hold their alcohol afterall.
-Futons can't be washed.
-People don't know that Malibu isn't something you take SHOTS of.
-Have a decent supply of paper towels before going into a party.

Blowin it.


Nobody should frown at my house. NOT IN MY HOUSE. (inside joke, nudge nudge Sean =)


The AC friends.



Adieu.


There are more pics, but alot didn't come out good or would need to be cleaned up, etc etc. Some people I have pics of, some I don't. I just picked the best ones, so don't be mad if your pic wasn't taken or didn't make it up on the page.

Saw the Matrix Reloaded today. STAY AFTER THE CREDITS TO GET SOMETHING EXTRA.
Don't ask me what, just do it.

It would have been the perfect day too, except for one small thing. I won't discuss it here, but yea, almost perfect is just as good as perfect in my book. It's how I like my women and my cars.

Took a Spark Personality test. (thespark.com) and got the mentor. Welp, was going to describe it, but I didn't leave the description page open. Ah well, just take the test.

Philisophical question of the day: Why do 3 dollar hot dogs taste better then grocery store hotdogs that are like 3 bucks for a whole pack?

It's just one of those things I guess.

Happy 11000 hits to me. What a great birthday present. Thanks my adoring fans!

Wow, that sounded so gay. Awesome!

Alright, first topic of the day. Exactly how long is a "New York Minute"? Is it longer or shorter then a minute? I know people in New York are busy, so it really falls either way. They're so busy, they have to do everything quick, so it's less, but it could also mean they are so busy, they just don't have time to do other things, which would mean it's more. God damn slang clichè euphamistic terms.

Thanks Tron, Paul and Joe for treating me to Olive Garden today. You guys are super.

Second topic: Zoning out. I freakin zoned out during class for like 10 minutes and I didn't even realize it. Daydreaming, such a plaguing symptom. I must have A.D.D. or something. I'm freakin listening to the professor, and all of a sudden, next thing I know, he's on a complete new subject. And i'm like, WOH. And then i'm like, wait, what was I daydreaming about? Didn't remember. So with my luck, I don't even remember what I was daydreaming about AND i missed that portion of the lecture. That's like having 10 minutes of my life disappear.

Last topic: Dave and Busters suck. Why can't people over 18 enjoy themselves there? They have a stupid 25 and up rule where there has to be a 'guardian' to watch over the under 21 people. That's so stupid. So freakin 8 year olds can go to dave and busters, but voting members of the United States can't even walk into D&B to keep my twenty one year old ass company.

I didn't turn 21 to have to wait to be 25.

So saturday night, which was technically sunday, i went to the casinos. It was half cuz i'm now TWENTY ONE, but half cuz it's mother's day, so I went to go see my mother at work. Yes, she works it at the casinos, and she's like the Matron-mom of all the other cocktail waitresses. I walked in and everyone knew me because I was her son. Crazy.

I spent three hours and lost absolutely no money. It's amazing. I blew five bucks at slots, but then won fifteen at video poker. But then, I kept playing and broke even. I peaced out not wanting to lose anymore, went to eat, only to head back to try my luck with another five spot. I blew everything but two quarters.. so I sighed and put one it. The next thing I know, I'm up about 75 cents, i blow that and cash out at 5 bucks. Broke even again.

Yup, three hours and nothing ventures, nothing gained--well, ok, i did drink for free for three hours. Woohoo.

The real sunday, Mother's Day, I just hung out and watched videos with my mom. Then at night, went out to see Kimtastic, and later on to hang out with what's left of The Fam, which is Alex, Ren and Randy. Went to their house to watch The Transporter. Good movie.

Got my new license on Monday. Of course, my mom knew everyone their, so I just skipped through all the redtape and got my license in like 5 minutes. It's great to have my mom.

Your mom sucks. Literally.

p.s. Twelve hits to 11000 and I didn't even know.

Umm.. This was a horrible week after monday, when I posted my last entry. Well, technically tuesday, but I just squeezed that one in when I had a couple minutes to breathe. It was midterms week, and stupid programming homework week for me. I got through it.

Now i'm just waiting for the 21st Anniversary of the Greatest Day in the World.

Icecream cake, icecream cake, icecream cake. Man, I wait a full year just to get to have icecream cake. It's the best stuff in the world. Who would deny a piece of icecream cake? It's ice cream, it's cake. Best of both worlds. Eff that cake and ice cream bs. Just get an icecream cake!

Strange, going to be twenty one years old, and still talking about icecream cakes.

Well, i guess now it's going to be Vodka and Icecream cakes.

Just a quick rundown of the week:
Tuesday: Communications quiz. Programming languages concepts midterms.
Wednesday: PLC homework due. Angel.
Thursday: Home free, chilled.
Friday: Vegetated. Went out with some peepz i knew from freshman year. Went to shoot pool, and karoake (Noh Reh Bang). Sang at the top of my lungs. Usually, I hate going to those places too.. but i guess it's true, it just depends on who you go with.

Anything is fun with the right people.

Countdown to the Greatest Day in the World: ONE.

Wow, the library is fascinating. This was the first time I've been in there since oh.. i dunno, freshman year? Well, anyway, I asked the librarian chick to find me an article, and BLAM, she found it in like 4 seconds. Mad props to librarian chicks.

This week has only made me hate school more. So in my frustration while walking home, I decided on a new career. I'm going to round up all the bums in philly and start a bum organization. I will pimp out bums at all the 'hotspots' on campus, make them beg for change, and then take a 65% cut of all the earnings. In return, I will buy a nice sized shed in which all the bums can hang out and not die during the cold of the winter. Of course, free heroin to feed all their addictions.

I'll be rich.

Rich I say, RICH! *commence evil laughter*

What? I blame it on the midterms.

Countdown to the Greatest Day in the World: FIVE (and a half).

Test week is survived on a diet of cereal and Eggo waffles. Cereal for breakfast, followed by cereal with a side of eggo waffles for lunch, and that was the final straw. I drove myself to Taco Bell/Pizza hut to enjoy a nice big portion of Breadsticks, two hard tacos, two chalupa bajas. MMMMM, god damn, i never felt so good eating.

But alas, it's not over yet. That's why it's called test WEEK. Sonuva bitch.

What's in store for tomorrow? Wake up at 8 am to register for classes. Then, Communications quiz followed by Programming Language Concepts midterm. Nope, not done... to the library after that to find a book and do my midterm essay for african american studies. Then, go home and attempt to do some Programming Language Concepts homework. Both of which are due on wednesday. Somebody save me.

Why am I writing my blog at 2 am if I need to wake up at 8?

BECAUSE I'M A STUPID MORON.

But i'm a stupid moron with a birthday coming up.

Countdown to the greatest day in the world: SIX.

Weekend Update.

Hey man, eff you. I know I haven't written in a while. I've been busy.

Friday: Xmen 2. It was great. Cinco De Mayo party at Das House. Saw Su, a friend from freshman year who I haven't seen in forever, chilled with her and some other friends that I haven't seen in a while.

Saturday: Went to Carlisle for the carshow. Had a blast. It was really tiring driving at 100 miles an hour going there and coming back. It was fun though. I would show some pics, but my computer is being retarded and I'm just trying to update. Went home, went to sleep.

Sunday: Effed around, pretended to study.. i should really start. Sigh.

Wish me luck as I fail tests tomorrow.