Heisenberg Uncertainty: For electrons and ninjas

Science and knowledge in general has ruined my life. When I do things, I often think about the aspects of science (or other field of knowledge) that is applicable to that particular event.

Case in point: when I see a rainbow
I don't think: "How nice and pretty!"
I do think: "The angle the light makes with the raindrop is 42 degrees."
Case in point: running for exercise
I dont' think: "BLARGHHHHHH I'M DYING FROM EXERCISE"
I do think: "Since I'm moving, I wonder how many picoseconds younger I'll be than if I hadn't run at allBLARGHHHHHH I'M DYING FROM EXERCISE"

I ain't no dinosaur

Just finished a wonderful book a friend gave me. "The Last Lecture," by Randy Pauche. Pretty good, in my opinion, but to be honest, I have read books that were better written.
But in and of itself, perhaps this is something to be marveled at; the author (or lecturer in this case) was human, and this was possibly the best portrayal of humanity from someone who is just a man. Not a writer, not an orator of great renown, but a man.

As for the comic itself, well, I'll admit I do dress like a poor emo kid from time to time (I can't help that the majority of my wardrobe is dark colored), but I would hope that my demeanor would dissuade anyone from harping on me for my apparel.

One final note, my spelling isn't always completely atrocious. But that's mostly due to the fact that words that are wrong have helpful red squiggly lines under them.
Thank goodness for computers <3

So it didn't work out, with the timing and everything (you know how it goes). But that's okay, at least I tried, and that's what matters, right? (Refer to picture above)

Besides, I'm a MAN. I didn't need no commitment anyway. Just someone to hold and make me feel manly. Also, someone to nuzzle my neck (what can I say, I'm a Taurus).

I've decided to start drawing comics. As you can see, I'm not a very good artist. Additionally, I'm cheap and use whatever paper I happen to have lying around. (The above drawing is done on the back of a cat calendar) Hopefully I'll get more entertaining as life goes on.
Also, the dinosaurs won't be as jerk-ish (maybe not, it's a little funny that way).

Yukon Ho! (Thank you, Bill Watterson, you are my inspiration...G.R.O.S.S)

It could have been worse!

So, dating's a no-go.
The timing really sucks
In all friend, or no,
I was [explicative] out of luck.

In all honesty, I kind of figured as much (bad timing and all that) but if I hadn't said it, then I'd still be in the OH-GOD-DID-WE-REALLY-MAKE-OUT-I-FEEL-CRAZY stage. So I think I prefer the dejected, but knowing state of being.

Anyway, enough of the whining. On to linguistics projects!
(I spent half the day in bed ^_^)

Mondays

Hot damn I hate Mondays.

Quick recap of the weekend: went to a concert in which a beautiful girl sang. Really fun songs, everyone had some sweeeeet pipes, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Except for the part where I arrived slightly late (curse you public transportation!) and the part where I didn't eat dinner.
I imagined that I might be able to frolic carelessly with aforementioned cute girl; alas, the christmas lights had already been turned off, and we (in company with her friends) were left with naught to do but catch the bus back to the dormitories in giddy, college-like chattiness.
As we approached her domicile, I was able to snag but a moment with her, in which I should have pounced and asked the dread question that had held my mind for the better portion of the night.

I didn't.

Thus, bringing us to the present dilemma: I must ask her out soon, lest some other young rogue whisk away a girl who seems to be (to put it slightly ironically) a godsend (irony to be explained at a later date).
But do I have the daring? The cunning and raw cojones to enact what seems to be such a herculean task?

And yet, I must. To move onward with my own strength!

And I can soooooooo see this crashing down all around me.
Fuck.

I was thinking of you

Our time is nearly gone
After winter comes the dawn
Will your sunshine smile rise again?
Must I now face this unknown when?
I dread to dream of dreary days
To live without your charming ways
And tangle with the heavy weather
While I dream of us together
But a favor I now ask of you
Your tender lips 'gainst mine
Ere we bid ado?

Anthropomorphic

Seriously, that is one weird word. Anthropomorphic. It's kinda fun just to roll off your tongue.

I apologize in advance for this post, as it may tend toward a deep-ish, reflective tone that would undoubtedly be better suited to a 16-year old's MySpace page than to a blog that no one reads (yet).

Many people have told me I'm not a typical guy (anatomically and gender-wise, I'm pretty sure I've got the proper junk in my trunk if you catch my drift). That I'm in touch with my "feminine side" and when my friends talk about the ass-men, they graciously add a footnote excepting me. But am I really so different from my card-carrying bretheren? This brings me to what I really want to ask here: who am I?

A tough question, right? "You're a child of God!" is one answer, which I am intimitely familliar with (believe me). "You're a friend." is another which, while heart-warming, is less than filling (like a double cheeseburger). "You're Rylan." which has been, by far, the simultaneously best and worst answer of the bunch.

My own answer-in-a-minute-or-less? I am whoever I want people to see. I'm trying to get a girl to like me? I become polite, engaging, and employ nearly every social tool at my disposal in the hopes of one day (between now and before I die) doing my own rendition of the Tango Maureen. Dinner with my cousin or close friends? I'm one sarcastic sonofabitch with a near-permanent smile and awful repartee.

And that, dear friends, is some deep, anthropomorphic blargh.

Because I'm Too Shy to Say So

Wonder at blue, cloudless skies
Sun drenched breezes flow
Drinking the smile from your visage
Clumsy words caught in my throat,
"I think I love you"
Strikes a hammer blow to the ears
The sound of silence contrasts velvet soft
That your smile would speak aloud
To be tray a hint of your heart's true life