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| I love watching the Olympics. I've watched at least two hours a day since the Opening Ceremony, and with midterms/finals around the corner, it's not doing me any good. But, there are a few things I find intriguing about the Winter Olympics in general, and I haven't blogged in such a long time, so here goes.
While the Winter Olympics boasts some of the more extreme sports, such as the biathlon [Rifles at the Olympics?!] and ski jumping, they have some really obscure ones as well. Curling? Didn't learn about that 'til recently. With the help of the fact that my best friend is crazy about it. Every other sport out there requires so much practice, perseverance and perspiration. Curling? Breaking a sweat is possible, but not probable.
Speaking of the biathlon, I found it interesting they would pair cross country skiing with shooting targets. I mean, of all the sports, they put these two together. Makes you wonder how it all started.
And what is up with ice dancing? I only heard about it after reading an article on Yahoo about Tanith Belbin gaining 10 pounds for being too thin. After watching pairs' figure skating, I don't really see how ice dancing would even begin to compare to triple axels, lifts, and death spirals. You don't see Summer Olympics holding events for dancing. Why is ice dancing held at the Winter Olympics? They should have synchronized skating instead [as the Winter event to synchronized swimming in the Summer], which I find would require much more skill and precision in timing.
That's just my spiel. Got opinions of your own? Let's hear 'em. | | |
| My design professor has required that we start a blog in which we write from the point of view of a design critic. Which I have absolutely no experience in, but I think it'll be a fun project anyways.
Don't worry! My loyalty still remains with Xanga. I wouldn't think of blogging about my personal life on Blogger. It's not a very community-oriented site.
If you wanna check it out: Shades of Gray. Tell me what you think ;]
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| I have to go [as in GO go] REEEEEEEEALLY bad. REALLY bad. I kept putting it off because I was caught up in the third episode of the second season of Desperate Housewives and when I was finished, I continued IMing my friend. Then, all of a sudden, the light in my room went off.
Now it`s back on. It`s 2:46am. Stupid five-minute blackout.
Before I was so rudely interrupted by blinding lights after a long moment in pitch darkness.. I am SO glad I didn't go when I was planning on going. Because I would have also done my nightly routine in the bathroom too; washing my face, brushing my teeth, and at one point, the lights would have went out on me. For sure. So I guess in a way, I have to thank Emil[y] for keeping me occupied while my bladder was urging my butt to get up and place itself on the toilet.
I REALLY have to go now. For real this time.
Mother Nature calls,
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| I just saw a baby cricket crawling on the dinner table where I sit. MY seat. Why did it have to be at my place at the table? While I was heating up my dinner, too. I have lost my appetite for the moment; but I know it'll come back in ten minutes. See the chair in the background? That's where I sit. Jiminy Cricket here ended up on this table leg after I shrieked in panic.
semi-hyperventilating, D. | | |
| It's usually hard to get myself to wake up in the morning. My curtains are brown, and my room stays dark enough for me to snooze until past noontime. But we have a family friend over from Australia, so my room was offered because it has its own bathroom attached to it and I slept on my brother's bed upstairs, since he wanted the couch downstairs.
I woke up within five minutes of my alarm going off, despite my sore muscles from playing badminton yesterday. Since I left the blinds open, bright daylight was streaming in. But it's not the nice kind of typical sunny California weather. It's bright but completely lifeless; the sky is one sheet of nothingness. It's mid-August, and the sun is still hiding behind a thick blanket of color-drained gray. It's times like these that I wonder if there's something wrong with my closet full of gray clothing.The weather matches my mood. Nothing in my life is going right, and it's not like I'm creating drama, making the wrong decisions, or having terrible judgment of character; I'm not doing anything, period. I didn't do anything to deserve what some people are doing to me. gloomy, glum, and gray, D. | | |
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