Wait.. Reverse That, Play it Back

Alrighty, so, another day, another post. If you've noticed how I tend to start my posts like this, it's because I need a few lines to compose myself and organize my thoughts. It's like a speech, only electronic and I can't see to whom I am speaking or their reactions.

How bout we start this entry out with what's on my mind at the moment. One, physical education and I do NOT mix. (My elbow, hip, and head are reminding me of this right now.) Long story short, I started Fitness in school today, and I slipped and fell on my side, banging all of the above mentioned body parts against the hard wood floor while I was at it. I got back up, and after a bit, kept going. Then I managed to hit MYSELF in the head with a rubber ball. But wait, it gets better...

Though the accidental self-infliction of injuries was over, the instructor had to take it further by having us learn how to juggle. Yes, that's right. JUGGLE. In no way, shape, or form; in no point in my life; in no alternate universe; can I possibly come close to being able to attain the skill of juggling. So basically the picture was me standing there, sweating, hair a bit messy, holding juggling balls in my hand, thinking, uh-uh, nope, ich kann das nicht machen. (Oh, I tried of course.) Aber neh, ich kann das nicht machen, lol. You know, Bella Swan was considered a klutz, but she has NOTHING on me. (And no, I am not endorsing Twilight or any works of Stephanie Mayer, all rights reserved, copywrite prohibited.)

Two, now that the sun is gracing us with it's occasional presence, I can tell when it sets here, and I have to say, it is WAY too early.

Three, I am going to be one of the worst examples of a typical college student ever. I will not stay out late partying, and I will drink non-alcoholic beverages. (Because I'm just strange that way.)

Four, Rosetta Stone is most likely going to scream at me when I finish this entry and work on that again. R.S., I would like to formally apologize for my behavior as of late. I have neglected our relationship, and you have every right to be angry with me. But please, don't take back the software, lol. (If your name happens to have these initials, I would also like you to know that this is absolutely NOT directed towards you in any way... but I would be interested to know if there happens to be the coincidence, hahaha.)

Five, I had one of the craziest Saturdays one can have without going to Vegas. Read on before you judge. Day started out normal. Went to a Japan Festival in Berlin to see the Taiko drummers with a couple of exchange student friends. (I've been to the Nisei Week Parade in Little Tokyo in LA several times with my Dad and Brother, and I didn't realize how much I'd missed my Lil' Tokyo. I'm from the LA area, we sometimes speak that way, lol.) Then we went to an Irish pub/restaurant afterward to catch up. I got home around six using public transportation (s-bahn and bus), and this is where the crazy begins...

My host sister's birthday was Sunday, so she had a party with two other girls whose birthdays are also around that time. The party was fun, but I really just cannot function past 12:30 in the morning. I left around 1:30 with a few friends in the hope that I could get home and just go to sleep. But fate had other plans.... On a bus on the way home, a fight nearly broke out because this one (probably intoxicated) man got the strange idea into his head that one of the guys from our party was part of a gang because of the color of his scarf. We managed to escort the man off the bus, but not before the bus driver had called the police. The police showed up, and we sat and waited until they were done interviewing the people involved. By the time I got home, it was 4:30am, and I was beyond exhausted. On the up-side, I won a solitaire game on my phone while we waited for the police to finish. Hahaha :)

Six, the birds are coming back to the area as the weather gets a bit warmer. I can hear them in the morning, before the sun's up. It's so nice to hear the sound again. (Sidenote: No, I am not going soft, I am just appreciating things for what they are. I have analyzed Snow White, and while I have not yet isolated the exact reason for it, I have come to the conclusion that something is not right behind those big brown eyes... If I did not mention this beforehand, let me say it now: Please to not read my blog to your children if you think they will be upset by my attacking Disney characters with logic; I'm likely to do this a few more times before the year is out. I simply cannot help myself.)

Seven, authors are cruel. Yes, some are kind enough to weave an intricate plot and to create intriguing characters to carry it out. And then, they have their fun by pulling their readers right and left in a sometimes-exhilarating, sometimes-terrifying  ride to get to the end, the finale, the conclusion, the resolution. Now, I'm not saying that every story should have a definitive conclusion and resolution. I have come to find that many short stories are even better for leaving the reader with certain unanswered questions. (For example, the thoughts that stayed with me after finishing Dracula still pop up in my head once every now and then. Oh, and DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to read this book at night. This is not some kind of reverse psychology statement; I sincerely care about your mental state. For those of you who ignore my warning, I will not speak to you when you happen to be up freaking out at two in the morning and I happen to be online because of the time difference, so there.)

Back to authors... ah, yes, stories without a conclusion. Allow me to phrase my next few ideas in the form of a statement to authors: As a reader, I dedicate my time and my imagination to books. I read quite avidly, glancing at the clock and then reading just one more page, just one more chapter.. I wait as patiently as I can for the next book in a series to be released. And when finally the last book comes out, I savor it, just like the dessert after some tasty meal. So, my dear authors, I pose to you this question: why have you created world and woven these complex scenarios and problems, so tangled and interlocking it sometimes requires pen and paper to keep it all straight, and then build and build upon it like some great structure, reaching for the sky, all to chop it off at the top? As a reader, I implore you not to create problems in your literature to which you have no possible solution. Because, trust me, if we do not do our characters and our stories justice, someone else will...

Well, seven's supposedly lucky, so I'll end off here. Was lovely just ranting like that. I wonder if that's part of what makes a writer, his ability to rant... oops! different tangent, lol. Better go before I'm tempted to write about any other random topic!! Tha' gerl wot has tha' convers, pa'in' 'er respec' t' won a' them books ;)