On a very hung over saturday afternoon, the roommates and I decided to go downstairs to the lounge hall in our apartment complex (It has a gigantic plasma projector screen tv with all the hd channels and satellite tv; I really have no idea why we hadn’t made our way in there at an earlier date because it blows away our shitty little non-hd 32 incher). We were flipping through its channels and came across a hd movie channel that was just playing the most recent movie trailers over the next hour. Though I usually don’t mean it literally, I often say that previews are my favorite part of going to the movies so we were hooked immediately. And after a few boring trailers came the diamond in the rough; it was a preview for Ong Bak 2 which was set to hit theaters in a few weeks and was going to be shown in an early release on this exact channel. It really is hard to put into words the awesomeness of this trailer, but just picture someone running with a herd of stampeding elephants and jumping from one to another and you’ll have an idea of what I’m getting at. We decided then and there that we would watch that early screening of Ong Bak 2 but thought it wrong of us to do this without first witnessing Ong Bak, the original. By the righteous hand of God, it was on Netflix’s “watch instantly” list. So the 4 of us squeezed onto one couch to witness what I believe is called film magic. What ensued was an hour and a half of Tony Jaa chasing some bad guys for his village’s stolen diety statue while throwing flying knees and elbows at anyone who crossed his path. The story was garbage, I mean pure retarded trash; and yet somehow, when mixed with amazing martial arts skills and stunts, it was the absolutely terrific. Now these aren’t your run of the mill Jackie Chan stunts- the guy did a flying spin kick with his legs engulfed in flames! I personally recommend both the first and second film in this series. They are highly entertaining. Just make sure you put your brain on off mode before viewing or you might not be able to enjoy it to the fullest.

Now a couple roommates and I were on this exact subject when we asked, “If you could punch one musical artist, who would it be?” We started spit-balling and names like Nickleback, Justin Bieber, Chris Brown, All Time Low, and Owl City came up but those just weren’t satisfying enough for me to possibly face criminal charges for this punch. I know it’s not very creative, but I finally chose Kanye West as my Victim. I don’t personally have the strongest of desires to punch him but I know that he needs to get punched more than any other musician today. To at least attempt to sound unbiased, I think you all should know that I personally own all 4 of his full length albums and even paid real US dollars for 2 of them. I listen to a lot of his songs on a regular basis and consider myself a fan of almost all types of music- except country. So it goes to show that it’s not necessarily his music that gives me the urge to throw haymakers his way, but instead his public behavior. Most recently, it was his actions at the VMA’s where he got on stage, stole the microphone from Taylor Swift, and began to tell the audience how she really wasn’t the one who should have one the award. WHAT?!?! If I had heard this story or something similar and did not know that it was Kanye West, I would have been much more surprised. Who in their right mind would do such a thing? And this isn’t the only time something like this has happened. At an award show in the past he publicly pouted and whined about how he did not win certain awards he was nominated for. Somehow these things have transferred into how I view his music and I’ve grown to dislike music I had listened to all the time less than a year ago. So I figured the only way to fix this problem is to plant a big one across his face. I’m having trouble deciding what I’d like better though, a couple teeth knocked out or a big black eye. Maybe I’ll throw in an extra punch just for good measure.

So from my video game experience and knowledge, I’ll share with you what my MMORPG would be. First things first, super powers are a must. What fun would this role-playing game be if I can’t fly or possibly blow shit up with my mind? With a wide variety of powers as a basis of the game, every character would be “born” or created with one and only of these special powers. I also have a strong fascination with being a pirate so these characters will live in a world of islands with vast oceans. Now this is where my game really starts to take off. All of these MMO’s have rigid rule systems and GM’s, or game masters, running about keeping things in order and this is a problem. I want chaos. No quests to the mines of Moria, missions at Helm’s deep, or gold bonuses for a job well done- not to say that there isn’t gold in my game, I mean, we’re pirates. The game will be progress as you gain more crew mates, build more ships, and plunder more coastal towns, all the while drinking rum by the barrel. Like any MMO game there isn’t really a final end-all-be-all battle with some monster, but I’m sure I’ll think of something by the time the next expansion hits the shelves.

While shuffling through my iTunes library I realized I have a lot more jargon or really neglected music than I had anticipated but I finally came across a song I thought I could talk about. The song is titled “Stadium Love” by: Metric. It’s an upbeat, fast paced, in your face sort of sound that really wakes me up. I think I even have it on my workout playlist. Anyways, I guess I don’t feel anything really deep when I listen to this track but then again thats not what a song is always necessarily meant to do. Like a shot of espresso this is a healthy dose of pick-me-up that actually mostly reminds me of a friday night of drinking, since it frequents our weekend playlists. This is just one of the millions of reasons why I love music. It can give me the same sensation a morning cup of coffee can without near as much effort. I don’t have to brew anything or shell out a few dollars to listen to this song. All thats needed is to throw on the headphones and crank up the volume. Next time you’re at Starbucks ask them for a shot of “Stadium Love”, I doubt they have any in stock.

Its 7:30 and I’m woken not by my alarm but by the beeping of a JLG lift outside my window. Every time the god damn thing moves it lights up my ears with its obnoxiously loud beep. Yes closing the window might help but at night it still feels too hot in my tiny apartment bedroom. I fade in and out of sleep for the next hour until my actual alarm goes off at 8:33. It’s purposefully placed on my desk 15 ft away so I am forced to get out of bed and turn it off. Class isn’t until 9:55 so I’ve created a second alarm at 9:17 so I can climb back into bed for a while if I so choose ( this seems to be about everyday lately). So I finally get up at 9:17, shove on some clothes, pack the bag, and head to class. Breakfast is definitely optional since I’m most likely about to just go zone out in lecture for an hour unless I have a test. I hook up the iPod as I head towards the elevator. This is the start of another droning day and a good meal doesn’t make it bearable but instead a good tune. Something loud and upbeat that I can keep pace with as I hustle to class. I’m finally starting to wake up. It’s cold but at least the sun is out. I finally sit down in the large lecture hall by a few acquaintances and we shoot the shit. Nothing really important to talk about at 9:55. Class goes by unusually fast for once as I’m already beginning to pack up my things to leave and head home. I get home and either realize I still have more homework undone for my 1:20 class or actually have planned homework to do that I had delayed until the last minute. If this isn’t the case, this is the time period where I’d go and work out. You can see as to why I’d leave my homework for this time period as Working out isn’t a high priority on my list of things to do. So I get that done as I watch what little interesting shows there are on at that hour and also finally have a bite to eat. Usually something left over from yesterday or the day before. Nevertheless, it will tide me over until dinner. Time for class again. I hustle there as I continue to scour my iPod for music to fit my mood. I’m in and out of there in 50 and head back home once again. At this point in the day I regroup my brain and plan out the evening. Of course that isn’t until I hit up my favorite viral video site for the daily updates. It’s a refreshing and definitely needed midday break. After that I pack up for my final class of the day. This is always an extended class period that doesn’t get over until after 5, and as the year grows longer the days become shorter. I leave the building to find dusk has set in and night is creeping up way too fast; yet for me, the day is barely halfway over. So with the little time I have going from the building to my apartment I put on something relaxing on my iPod and reflect. Not on what school work is due tomorrow or what test I have coming up next, but anything and everything not related to school. It’s the one point in the day where I can really thing and really be alone. It’s nice and comforting but very short-lived. I’m back home and need to find something to make for dinner. I scrounge up something with my mediocre cooking skills and head to the library. 4 hours here should do the trick. After I get more than my fill of homework I head home to unwind for maybe a half an hour and then attempt to hit the sheets. Usually by 1 I’m good and in bed, trying desperately not to think about tomorrow and how it’s just going to be the same cycle over again. Oh well, I guess things could be worse.