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Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq's Your
Mom, That's a Fact!

I see dead people.

I was looking through old stuff in my room in China today. It's filled with all sorts of wonderful stuff that my parents decided to leave behind when they left for America. In the depths of one drawer I found a ton of ID cards and receipts and stuff that belonged to my grandfather on my mom's side. It was like a ton of 1-pixel-wide strips of points in his life. It was awesome imagining the other parts of the picture: why he got that card, what he was thinking, etc. (by the way, people reading this on Facebook, I'll post photos of all the old stuff when I get back)

I hear I was a lot like him, and that I'd like him, had he not died. It's pretty depressing to think that you lost a chance to know someone, especially someone who you can learn from, or enjoy the company of. Which kinda leads into why archaeology is so cool -- you get to find out things about dead people, who lived in a totally different world than you, and you get to be the first to know these things in like hundreds or thousands of years, and you get to make connections to what we already know about the time period, which makes the picture that much more complete.

tl;dr:
1. Not having the chance to know people sucks.
2. Figuring out the stories of dead people's lives rocks.
3. Being an archaeologist or a historian rocks.
4. I feel like I know what I want to do when I grow up! Of course, this might change, but as of now being an archaeologist seems like the kind of thing I'd love to do.

Goals.

Big Goals: (month long)
- Homework first.
- Dishes immediately after dinner.

Little Goals: (this week)
- Get caught up on math hw before playing tennis

Madness!

Last night, I had a startling thought. Maybe the end of spring break won't be so bad after all....



I must be going insane. I'll be jumping in and out of a gin and tonic before long.

Dune

I read about a board game based on Frank Herbert's Dune series, and though I only like the first book, it looked interesting. Turns out it's not being manufactured anymore. But it also turns out that there are scans of everything online, so I can make a set of the game! Now I just have to find 5 people to play with...

Speaking of finding people to play with, how many people reading this would be interested in playing Magic: The Gathering? And have their own cards?

Dreamworks

My dreams are a very odd place.. I've been staying home because I'm sick, and this morning I had a really weird dream.

So my mom was writing my biography. And I was looking over her shoulder. And this is what the page she was writing said, translated into Eeenglish: "After arriving in Shanghai, John quickly met his friend Alex. Alex told him that Erika, Alex's siter, was sent to a Tibetan monastery to give out food to the poor. Without heeding his mother's warnings, John rashly set out east to find the love of his life. " (About now, I had memories of hopping onto a battered train and heading west) .

I read to there, and I said, "Mom, Tibet's to the west of Shanghai, not the east..." and we got into an argument, where she claimed that "west is towards the water!". Then Mom came in and asked if I was well enough to go to school.

It was hecka weird. The most weird part, now that I think of it, was that we were debating the east-west-ness instead of the.. accuracy of some other facts.

EDIT: Grammar-ish, also Erika is not Alex's brother

Another One Bites the Dust

Wahoo, the week is over. Brain death time! And mom wants me to do more writing stuff... hell no, it's Friday night!
Yeah this week was busy, with tennis tryouts and whatnot. I think it's gonna be sleepytime for me soon, but I have to practice clarinet (ow, goddamn dry skin).