Like the title says, I'm feeling surprisingly mellow today. Amazing what three hours of sleep will do for you (as opposed to my usual 1.5 to 2 hours)… except that my AP European History teacher (yes, even in mellowness, I refuse to lower myself to the level of lazy abbreviations, like "AP Euro") must be at his wit's end with me, owing to the fact that I've been AWOL from half of his classes so far… on account of his class being first period, the most likely to be missed should I oversleep…

Anyway, if I did attend AP European History today like a good, Abu Ghraib-sleep-deprived-esque child, those lovely white tiaras that I constructed from pipe cleaners during biology class would not exist.

And you know what else conjures up mental images of mellowness? Mr. W's lovely rat. I was running late for class one day (AP European History, ironically), and Mr. W was standing before his door, holding that sweet, white and cream-colored rodent for public display. Even though I risked a tardy, I immediately skidded to a halt to pet it. "Isn't she a mellow rat?" said Mr. W. And that word has stuck with me ever since, evoking warm-and-fuzzy memories of beady eyes, limpid whiskers, and that precious, hamster-like affability…

Awwww, she's so sweet…

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In other news (namely, the Realm of Serialized Television), there's a new episode of House today! I can't wait; that private investigator was the best thing to happen to the show since Amber. I think he's making another appearance tonight. Updates later. What a genius.

Who knew that Simone Simons would have it so right?

I resent being awake. Period. And don't you dare give me that crap — needless to say, I would think there's some universal applicability to every person who sleeps only two hours every night, and is callously dragged awake every crack of dawn to go to a place one would rather burn down than see again. Even worse is the struggle to maintain consciousness and lucidity. Seven hours. An entire day of physical torture. And then the biology teacher has the gall to chastise me for my lack of dedication. Well, isn't that swell, coming from a person who goes to bed at 9 pm and plainly has no concept of what lack of oxygen really does to the human brain. You know, as impossible as it is to believe, I would really like to do that essay and pay attention in class and contribute to intellectual discussion and be an attentive, superficial prat (since that's what most people seem to want), except that my neurological processes somehow don't seem to function, and your vapid wisecracks do nothing to alleviate the situation if not exacerbate it further, since none of those silly remarks are at all amusing and instead cause me to feel as if I'm trapped in a crowd of chuckling dunderheads.

This entry would've been a lot shorter except that no one, especially not callow, Pollyannaish pop music lovers, would see the justification behind my hatred of the waking hours. And you think I despise everything I see… there's no shortage of insular antagonism, is there? And I mean on your part; of course I know there are individuals out there waiting to lash out and turn it against me. Perhaps you envision some sort of heroic circle of triumph, and the diminishing ogre at its center, vanquished by a righteous, united front… I don't know, I merely speculate. But then, why don't you add me to your castrate list? See if I care. The whole world could do without ovaries.

And I don't say "happy birthday" because I know you don't need to hear it again.

HOLY FUCKING CRAP. There's a Scots Wikipedia. Not "Scottish English," the actual, modern English dialect. It's the Scots' own weird pseudo-English language. Check out their 9/11 and George W. Bush articles. They're so surreal. Awesome.

Anyway, it's a hobby of mine, if you couldn't tell. Looking longingly or in awe at foreign languages. I visited the 9/11 Wikipedia article today on a whim… and I've got to tell you.. that thing is a world language treasure trove. So is the Bush page, now that I think about it. On the left where the corresponding articles in other languages are listed, I found a bunch that blew me away. Like the Anglo-Saxon (Old English) page for Bush? The Cherokee page for 9/11? (ᏚᎵᏍᏗ 11, 2001 ᏗᎦᏘᎸᏍᏗ!) The Gan page (a variant of the Chinese language family)? Welsh? (Cyfres o bedair cyrch terfysgol ar yr Unol Daleithiau oedd ymosodiadau 11 Medi 2001…) The Kölsch page? (Man, I'm so good… I knew it was Germanic.) Then, of course, there were the obligatory entries in Esperanto and Ido, my two favorite constructed/international auxiliary languages. And then there were some links that I didn't get time to investigate, yet intrigued me nonetheless… like Eesti and Euskara. Oh, and Swahili and Latin! Then the series of L's: Lëtzebuergesch, Limburgs, Lietuvių, and Latviešu. I think the last one might be Latvian. My wrists hurt after copying and pasting all those URLs.

Anyway, one might suppose it sacrilegious, linking to a dozen articles on 9/11… but isn't it amazing? So many different ways to say the same thing. And yet so many problems. It's this kind of cultural misunderstanding that created this article in the first place, wasn't it? I sincerely wish more people could see the truth… and stop destroying each other over silly matters of contention.

Follow your common sense
You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale forever and ever
Only by revealing the whole truth can we disclose
The soul of this sick bulwark forever and ever
Forever and ever…

"Seif al Din"… couldn't say it better.

The rudiments have always been misinterpreted during history, despite the good intentions of many disciples whose faithful believe was strong and unswayed. Most leaders interpret the old words to their advantage in the attempt of gaining leadership and power over those unfortunate enough to fall under their maliciousness and manipulative ways. This misuse of trust will forever stain the pages of history, echoing the exploitation and the frailty of decent men carried away by nurtured rancour…

In other news: Today's Sarah Connor Chronicles was practically a filler episode. But I can't wait for the story on Cameron's origins. I've always thought she was modeled on a real human. I think all Terminators are.

I don't think I've announced this publicly yet… but… my dad recently purchased a MacBook for me and I've now converted to a Mac user. No kidding. Maybe that's why I still can't get my head over that Gates/Seinfeld commercial… because, you know, Apple's own Mac vs. PC ads are actually funny, whereas that "New Family" fiasco left me feeling weirded out and personally embarrassed for Gates and Seinfeld. It didn't even have anything to do with computers…

I'm sick and tired. I hate food, I hate food…

And I mean I hate the food itself… rice, tofu, vegetables… these days I find myself despising whatever I put in my mouth… even that Nesquik strawberry milk, to a certain extent…

I watched The Fifth Element last night just for the thrill of it, even though it was 3:00 am and I was supposed to be doing homework. I remember seeing snippets of it when I was younger. A very visually striking film. It was, anyway, surprisingly good considering it's an older science-fiction film. My favorite part was the Diva's operatic performance… the sudden shift from classical to operatic pop as the concert became background music for the battle between Leeloo and those nasty aliens… lovely. Bruce Willis was an excellent futuristic cab driver turned government agent, and Milla Jovovich — I didn't even know she was in this movie — was quite different from what I remember in Ultraviolet. Did you know she's multilingual? Yes, she speaks English, French, Russian, and Serbian… all fluently. It makes me want to rush out and rent all of her other films to deposit on my shrine, and simultaneously kick myself in the face. Multilingual! I — need — to — learn — more — languages. Goddammit America is such a foreign language-phobe. I need to leave this place. Goddammit.

In TV Land: Season premiere of House tomorrow. The new episode of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles left more questions than answers today. It's a little dismaying to see new characters being introduced all of a sudden… I was quite happy with the "original" gang. Man, Derek Reese… is such a cool guy. I love the way he looks… and his suspicion and aversion to "machines"… ha ha.

I recently saw a shorter version of this commercial^* on TV. The long version's even freakier.

Remind me again… how are they expecting to sell PCs with this?

^* Otra vez… for those uneducated n00bs… Gates is the founder of Microsoft and Seinfeld's that American stand-up comedian with his own sitcom. Yeah, so I guess I'd like to know whether this ad campaign is actually working.

Update: Hahahaha… Putin taking on Apprentice Sarkozy? Are you kidding me?