I celebrated monday the 25th

My holiday weekend consisted of playing Final Fantasy XXII until I got hungry, and then eating and watching Rocky 1 through 5 during each meal.

When monday rolled around, I was completely satisfied.

Some might deem my weekend pathetic, but really, what defines Christmas? This year, to me, I just wanted a long weekend to myself. It's not that I didn't want to see my family or friends, I just wanted to be selfish this year. I think I've earned it.

Is Christmas about family, friends, gift giving, catching up and things like that? What about the endless amounts of people who crawled out of the woodwork to gridlock the highways and make a pleasant two hour drive a six hour ordeal? What of the endless ridiculous promotions on tv for holiday sales and end of the year clearances?

I like celebrating Monday. Maybe next year i'll celebrate Tuesday.

Hey John Liu, you don't represent me.

I'm a little late with this news, but recently City Councilman John C. Liu recently wrote a letter to Barbera Walters for a comment that Rosie O'Donnell made on The View in which she made various chings and chongs in order to describe how chinese people talk.

Rosie being the nice person that she is, sort of apologized for the matter. Really Rosie, you didn't have to. It has always been my personal opinion that the intent of the usage dictates if it should be offensive or not. To make certain words taboo only empowers them to be more hurtful when used.

Councilman Liu, you do not represent me. This isn't the first time the good Councilman has went out of the way to defend a small almost non-issue and generating buzz for himself. If he was such a great advocate for the success of asian minorities, why not go into the chinatowns and koreatowns and encourage them to actually intergrate into american society instead of segregating themselves?

Maybe if they did, people wouldn't have to ching and chong their way through describing a chinese person and can concentrate on the real positive features like our slanted eyes, small penises and massive ability to count without calculators.

John Liu, you only pick easy targets, fights that you can win. You disgust me by saying you represent me.

What about the black market asian slave smuggling going on, or the child prostitution going on in various asian countries around the world? What about addressing the massive video and computer piracy that happens in asian countries? Why not tackle those issues.

Leave the poor ching chongy lesbian alone.

Christmas List 2006

I still believe that the holiday spirit means that you don't expect presents from anyone, and you only give presents to people you want to. I appreciate gifts from others, and though I feel obligated to give a gift back, it really shouldn't be that way. I also feel like gifts that I give to others should not make them feel obligated to give something as well.

I was asked today by someone if we would be exchanging gifts this year. Though I appreciate the gesture, the message of hey, I don't want to be empty handed if you buy something (and i don't really want to buy something if you don't), the fact that it was even asked is enough. It means I was in that person's thoughts at least.

So basically, the trick this year is to ask me if I want anything, to which I will say no and thank you. Or you can man up and buy me a nifty gift below:

Electric Razor
Wireless PS2 controller
Nintendo Wii
A sports coat or blazer
A golf size umbrella (full size and usable as a walking stick)
Leather gloves
Dress shirts
Eragon and Eldest
White sneakers
David Sedaris - Naked, Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules, or Holidays on Ice: Stories

I'm afraid I'm just a fool

I let myself ramble on sometimes. It sounds alright when I start talking, every sentence seems like a valid point. People are listening, so why not speak? The words form meaningful sentences in my head, they flutter of my tongue as if to convey some deep potent perspective of me, my hobbies or existance in general.

Kind of like the guy I talked to today. He probably thought the things he was saying would be conveyed the way he wanted it to. He was trying to give insight, but I totally didn't see it the same way he probably meant it.

Ironically, later on, I did the same thing, though I didn't realize it until just now.

In a moment of pride or perhaps extreme desire to be recognized as someone who has potential to write, I told those around me at the dinner table that I'm not just any normal blogger. I try to write amusing non-fiction essays about my personal life that are humorous. They nodded, giving me the benefit of the doubt. No need to burst my bubble, it's just a conversation.

When I came home, I decided to check my own blog to find these wonderful things that I had written. They are, after all, my memories which I have encapsulated for all time within this blog.

I found maybe two within the last six months hidden amongst the tirades, the random meaningless blurbs, and the hyperactive posts of sillyness. The foot's already in my mouth, maybe I am just another blogger. In my own defense though, it's hard to write elegantly every day of the week.

We also talked about how I wrote two chapters of a novel back in highschool. When I found it five years later and read it, I was disgusted at my own writing. At the time, I probably thought it was brilliant. I must be a child prodigy. I would be a New York Times best seller.

I wonder if I'll read those one or two non-fiction essay style blogs hidden within my shenanigans five years from now and feel the same way.

I don't want to write like a high school kid with more aspiration than skill for the rest of my life.