Technical but still TMI: First concert tickets

Out of the blue, I decided to buy concert tickets to Pentatonix. They are fantastic and currently my favorite band. In fact, I like them so much that I know all the band member's names. I don't know all the names of any other band (with the exception of single member bands). I also don't really generally like the music they cover, but they do it so damn well that it ends up being great! It has gotten to the point where they make other music sound very flat after listening to them.

So here is the TMI part of all of this. I recently figured out how to get myself to orgasm, and while that is great on it's own, it has lead me to a discover. A good concert is like many many mini orgasms. The base and the good sound system, along with the tumultuous energy of the crowd and the absolutely gorgeous music. It was like an orgasm in so many ways. It was so good you almost wanted it to stop because of the feeling overflow. The vibrations and lack of control over your own excitement and the unstoppable motion. I'd almost pick this over an actual orgasm: I didn't have to do any work, just sit back and enjoy. Needless to say, I highly suggest going to see Pentatonix live.

As a not TMI side note, I can vouch for them not using any auto-tuning. They opened with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MteSlpxCpo and it sounded better in person!

Soon there will be thoughts

I've been wanting to write things down lately, but I don't really have a place. I don't want to bombard people on google+ with my personal life thoughts and I always manage to loose electronic documents. So I thought, why not put stuff here? It is a bit public but maybe my thoughts would be interesting to others and it isn't like anyone reads this anyway.

So I've decided to post stuff. I've made three keywords for my posts as warnings:

Technical: Stuff that happens. Thoughts on stuff that happens. All of my blog posts so far.

Hippie-Dippie: Emotional-feely things. Stuff that helps understand me and my views and my emotions and all the stuff I don't want to expound where it will get in people's way. Welcome for discussion and might help you understand me. My worries, fears, dreams and all that stuff.

TMI: Seriously to much info. Read at your own risk.

Politico: This is a warning that shits going to get political or something. Those things you aren't supposed to talk about in good company. Religion and stuff. Read at your own risk.

As a side note, can you comment under here if you read this? I'd like to know who is about to get hit with a TMI bomb.

Stars At Night -by LokIsaac

We listened to the radio a lot while driving about in Europe and heard like two or three songs over and over again: "Gangham Style", "Whistle" by Flo Rider, and "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz. Merrik particularly liked the later two songs so we all took to singing them in the car. Naturally I got them stuck in my head but for some strange reason I didn't get "I wanna throw my hands into the air sometimes/singing AYO! Gotta let go!" but instead "I wanna throw my hands into the air sometimes/singing AYO! I'm Galileo!". So we decided this must be made into a parody. We've been working most of tonight doing just that. We are hoping that our immensely talented Lydia will produce it for us. Well here are our lyrics:

Here is the original to listen to in the background:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vysgv7qVYTo

                                                                     
                                             
"Stars at Night"

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying AYO! It's Galileo!
I wanna celebrate and live his life,
Saying AYO! I'm Galileo!

I took a stance, stance, stance, stance
against the pope, and I got banned, banned, banned, banned
do my calculations by hand, hand, hand, hand
give me some space for my diagrams, grams, grams, grams

Ye, ye

The stars go on and on and on.......
And they go on and on and on......

Yeah!

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying AYO! It's Galileo!
I wanna celebrate and live his life,
Saying AYO! I'm Galileo!

'Cause we gon' show the world,
We go round the sun,
We gon’ light it up,
Like the stars at night!
'Cause I told you once,
Now I told you twice,
We gon’ light it up,
Like the stars at night!

I came to prove, prove, prove, prove,
experiment, to show it's true, true, true, true
I wrote a book to share my world view, view, view, view
"Two New Sciences" will breakthrough, through, through, through

Ye, ye

The stars go on and on and on.......
And they go on and on and on......

Yeah!

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying AYO! It's Galileo!
I wanna celebrate and live his life,
Saying AYO! I'm Galileo!

'Cause we gon' show the world,
We go round the sun,
We gon’ light it up,
Like the stars at night!
'Cause I told you once,
Now I told you twice,
We gon’ light it up,
Like the stars at night!

I wanna see it all, that,
That's what my telescopes are built for.
I may die but still, I,
I'll be remembered for my understanding
Cause I, I, I.. need to see it,
And I, I, I .. I just want to know.....
I just want to know.....
I’m gonna put my hands in the air!
Hands, hands in the air!
Put your hands in the air!

I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying AYO! It's Galileo!
I wanna celebrate and live his life,
Saying AYO! I'm Galileo!

'Cause we gon' show the world,
We go round the sun,
We gon’ light it up,
Like the stars at night!
'Cause I told you once,
Now I told you twice,
We gon’ light it up,
Like the stars at night!

French Repercussions

I eat breakfast everyday, which is more than I used to, but for some reason I am still hungry. Not right after breakfast but within in a hour or two I feel famished, like I haven't eaten in a full day. This is very peculiar because I used to get by fine with only eating lunch. So why the sudden change now that I am being good and eating breakfast? Was it because I was eating breakfast? For science I didn't eat breakfast one day and it was SO much worse.... so what could it be?

It is almost like my body was expecting more food at that time or earlier... then it hit me. FRANCE! In France we were always served a very large amount of bread each and every morning. So now I am so used to these huge breakfasts that I am hungry until I eat lunch unless I eat lunch early in which case I am hungry in the afternoon to.

Oh, France, you've made me starve by feeding me so much food.

Laughing

My mother called me today and reminded me of the "roadrunner complex" which is where you laugh when someone gets hurt. During this I explained to her that she laughed at me the first time I got stung by a bee. Her reaction was "that's horrible, why would I..... AHAHAHAHAHA" the first part of that statement was entirely serious and genuinely confused. The last part of that statement was hysterical laughter punctuated by rather incomprehensible "that was..... you.... it stung...... your...... ass...." and the laughter didn't stop for the rest of the conversation.

Jobs and Japanese

The beginning of this quarter was the worst I have ever experienced. I tested into third quarter Japanese and it was my first class of the quarter. I went to class to find that the class was oriented entirely around speaking in Japanese to other classmates and the professor. I can understand a fair bit of Japanese but I cannot speak it. I had to explain this to two fellow students who understood but when the professor came around and asked me something in Japanese. Well I responded "どもせいません、I can't answer." so she asked again, and I repeated my answer. Then she asked again and I resorted to English "I'm sorry I can't answer". I couldn't figure out why she kept answering because he heard me explain my situation to the other students.... well she didn't stop there, she asked me five more times..... Two days later she literally told me to drop the class. The worst part is that the only thing I couldn't do is speak. Also it was humiliating.

On the bright side a friend of mine from WoD on Saturday told me of an opening in his work. So I may be able to get a Job. Not so bright side... I may not be able to go to Philly if I get it.

Giant Moosie

My best friend in Philadelphia has a stuffed moose named Moosie. Until recent years she would not sleep without that moose. Her love of Moosie was a consistent thing throughout my childhood and when I was at costco the other day I found this: 

It is like Moosie except FIVE TIMES BIGGER! It was the best thing and only 30 dollars but I don't think it would fit in my room......... :'(