This is a cat that does college apps

AKA: Flailing Quail's brother approves of her college essay and she sent in her app.

HOORAY :D



...does anyone else find the above picture hilarious? Because I certainly do. Bison2 sure is hilarious.

BEER

I was watching Iron Chef America.
And I hella cracked up.

Sadly, I can't find the exact clip (tomat0), but I did find these other gems.





Edit: Dude, just check out that face. ^

Vay-K

Vacation passes wayyyy too quickly.

I've been programming (to see my attempts, click here)and staying up late, waking up at 12, and pianoing my butt out.

Like, sure, it's the holiday season, but I gotta admit that I don't feel much of the spirit. There's finals after break, a piano test coming up that I need to memorize about 30 pages of music for, and Chinese New Year is coming, too. I did finally finish college apps, though (I was planning to finish on xmas to give myself a present, but I ended up submitting at around 12:15 AM on 12/26. As Quail would say, fail).

But I got this awesome t-shirt that says "Mr. Shark." The problem is that it's a kid-size medium so0o0o I'm gonna try various methods of stretching it out so it fits better. Maybe I'll post a tutorial later to companion with my toilet unclogging one.

I did have tons of fun at Christmas in the Park and staying at the movie theater until 1 am with my cousins. I saw Slumdog Millionaire (I guess not a bad movie, but not my type. I like action/comedies, and this was a chick flick.) and Seven Pounds. I wanted to see Seven Pounds just because of Will Smith, but it dragged ON and ON until I wanted to cry. Maybe it was just the extremely early morning temperament of "I wanna sleep, goshdarnit." But it was another sappy movie. Sigh.

I wanna finish Bolt.

Writing with a prompt

Prompt: Two-minute blog entry

Prompter: Bison2 (aka Quail's brother)

Since two minutes is not enough time to upload photos with, some Christmas in the Park photos will have to wait for the next entry.

So first off, Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it, and happy "all-the-stores-are-closed" day to everyone who doesn't .

Oh wow, its two minutes already.

Tata!

Evil Scientists

I hope to join their ranks someday.

So I first got interested in genetic engineering when I learned that tomatoes can be engineered for frost resistance with genes from cold-weather fish.

Now I look forward to a future where I can play with Mother Nature's bounty, but twist it in strange ways--to suit either my needs, or those of humanity. Buaha.

~Goes back to writing college essays about why she picked the major she did.~ Goodness, I hate these.

The Final Countdown

Wracked with indecision about what significant issue write about, Quail has been quite remiss in posting and has since decided that inane posts are possibly better than no posts at all.

But of course, significant posts on a regular basis are even better. 

As of right now, there are 3 hours and 19 minutes until winter break starts. Quail and Hawk are both finished with the finals they have to finish (and are not worrying about the ones that are yet to come (I know Hawk is, but she shouldn't be.)). At any rate, the time until break ends feels asymptotic. Like a logarithmic function, as x (time) increases, f'(x) (perception) gets smaller and smaller, and f(x) increases achingly slowly. 

Quail

Is ecstatic

Corn--the other white meat

My econ teacher made us read Michael Pollan's 10-page article on the beef industry. It was a great read, and now I think I'll become vegetarian.

Not just for the whole "it's not humanitarian to eat animals!" or whatever. The sad part is that I probably won't be able to give up meat, since I still do sports and I need protein somehow so my muscles don't degenerate into wiggly masses of gelatin.

But anyway, did you know that humans are becoming increasingly made out of corn?!

The majority of the carbon in our bodies comes from our diet. Think about what you eat. Everything other than bona fide vegetables contains corn. Corn syrup in drinks, meat from corn-fed animals, bread with corn flour..the list goes on.

The saddest part is cornfed beef. Cows are not made to eat corn. It acidifies their digestive system, forcing beef farmers to pump their cattle full of antibiotics so the cows live long enough to make it to the meatpacking plant.

But even worse is bacteria now adapted to cow digestive systems have an easier time surviving in ours. Cows are made to eat grass, and their stomachs have an almost neutral pH. Humans, of course, slosh with hydrochloric acid, around a pH of 2. It used to be that bacteria from cows would die in human stomachs--now, it's not the case.

I won't go into detail about the fecal matter present on cows in the slaughterhouse, but...ew.

I refuse to be made out of corn. ~munches an apple~

Conversion

I've decided to shake things up a little.

Rather than continue posting day after day of interesting little side jokes and epiphanies, I think I'll try to blog about things more relevant to the world we live in. I'm aware that if you have enough time to check this blog on a daily basis, you're pretty much either a netmonger or a hardcore fan. Fans are appreciated, but I gotta be honest. The Eyrie is low-key. There are probably like...two of you. Meanwhile, someone like Perez Hilton, who blogs about the lives of a few people who just happen to be in the eye of society because they're attractive, gets a backlog of traffic every day.

Sometimes, a person reaches a point in his life where he suddenly realizes that everything he's been doing up to that point is pretty much useless. I'm sick of clicking through my manga bookmarks in hopes of an update, and I no longer wish to lurk on forums while being influenced by the opinions of others.

As a high school senior, I wonder how I could have so much time on my hands and so much work at the same time. I get my work done, but my mental state is just all over the place in the periods I assign for mental relaxation. I've found that I spent that leisure time sitting in front of my computer thinking "what happened today?" and wondering what I could have done differently to make things turn out better. There's nothing wrong with self-reflection, but it's pretty depressing when all you can concentrate on are failures.

Psychologically, I think it'd be healthier if I took my net-surfing time and dedicated it to making one productive post a day. It might take a reader two minutes to scan this, but you all have to know that journalists and other authors of media agonize over word choice for hours to provide you the entertainment of a few seconds. I'm sure you're all aware of this, being enrolled in English classes that (of course) comport to the standard of No Child Left Behind.

In the spirit of Obama '09, it's time for a change.