Out for Maintenance

I'm out today for maintenance.

For those of you who don't know, maintenance is when I basically clean up all my shit. Maintenance includes defragmentating my computer, clearing and updating my notebooks and flash drives (and my room), deleting stuff I don't need, etc.

Maintenance comes once a month, so get used to it.. I guess. It takes about two or three days at worst.

Just an update: In Hayward chillin'. This weekend will consist of homework, HW, and work that I have to do at home (homework).

~Vince

Next Post: Shoes: Why do people spend way too much money on them?
or
Oy... Wha'd he say? The Logic to all the Lingo that Lolls off my Lips.

The Lowdown of Curse Words up in this Bitch

Hi... Errr... I'm Vincent. And... I've been curse word free for... about... four seconds. I'm glad to be here at Cursors Anonamous...
Speaking of which, I haven't touched a computer mouse in like... five minutes...

Ok, bad joke. Moving on.

Yes. The words we all know and love. The most common and most loved one is "fuck", least used and least loved is "nigger", or more commonly, "nigga".

Ok, look. I'm not doing this to fricken look cool. No. I'm doing this so I can show you my policy of curse words. This is basically to show you I'm not some upturned punk asshole who sags and spits on the ground every two seconds with the f-word inserted five times in every sentence.

No, I'm just a normal Forensics kid at JLHS. Well, more abnormal than anything, but that's another story.

Anyway, to the policy.

Ok, here's the lowdown. I only curse... when I want to... I know what you're thinking. "Well no durr.. I didn't need rocket science to figure that crap out."

Well... yeah, you didn't. No one really needs rocket science for much... except things concerning rocket science...
Sorry, bad joke again.

Anyway. Ok yeah, I only curse when I want to. Of course, there are the times when I do something completely stupid and I can't help but muttering, "shit", "fuck", "dammit", or in some rare cases, "wanker". Yes... I speak England English too.

But other than that, I'm trying to lay off the curse words. Little do people know, cursing is much like smoking, or getting addicted on Vicodin or heroin. You soon develop a psychological need for it. Soon, need transforms to habit. I remember in... fourth grade I think, swearing was literally second nature. Every fourth word was a swear word (except in the classroom). I'm LITERALLY trying to stop. F-ing habits.

Nonetheless, I still use them when I'm REALLY pissed off. Like if some asshole keeps taunting me just because I said "Oy!" once (for some it's "Oi!" but that's beside the point) I get really pissed and say, "Dude... Don't fuck with me. You'll fucking regret it. I'll humilate you so fucking bad, your mom will have to come to school to bring you a new pair of pants because you shit your old one. Stop being a dickhead, get a fucking life, and go to fucking class, you shitfaced asswiping good for nothing fucker."

By then... I somehow get away scot-free even though like.. three teachers passed me at the time... Don't ask how the hell that happened, it just did.
So don't piss me off.

Anywho... Errr... Ok the list...
The list is probabily words that I constantly use... I don't use all of them EVERY day... that's scary

"Shit", "Wanker", "Baka", "Dickhead", "Fuck", "Hell", "Retard"

That's probably about it... I only use them mostly. If you hear me use different ones... well, that's life.

Uhh.. for these blogs, I'll try to keep this thing all... "family-oriented". So basically, most of the time, you're gonna see most of them starred out. The only one I will type fully, frequently, is shit, or retard... and maybe I'll throw in a wanker every once in a while. Just as an added bonus for you happy-go-lucky customers.
See? With my policy, you get two for one deal. Nice, eh?

Err.... okay... I can't think of anything else to say. Uhh... type, rather.

So I guess that's it. Cheers.

When you get shot, whatever you do, stop, drop and roll, then hide under a table so you won't get killed.

~Vince

Next Post: Oy... Wha'd he say? The Logic to all the Lingo that Lolls off my Lip.

U.C. Whatsit?

Right, so here's the lowdown.

My bro's headed off to college. Tomorrow morning is the last time I'ma see him.
So basically, I'm all like...
"So what?"

I know, cruel eh? Well. This is how it is. We're gonna part seperate ways. That's how life rolls. He ain't gonna be there forever to look over my ass, and vise-versa.

So this brings up a good point. Some of you might think that I should be more... err... "Caring" towards my brother. Well... I'm not. Sure, we live with each other, we acknowledge each other's existance, and hell, we even love each other (no homo, dude). But don't expect me to effing cry over him leaving to college.

I mean, it's like breaking up with someone. If you've legit. broken up, don't be all f***ing mopey all day and night. We all got lives to live. We can't dwell on the fact that one person is gone in our life. Maybe he/she's gone forever, maybe only temporary. Nonetheless, YOU GOT YOUR OWN DAMN LIFE TO LIVE. If you become all emo and depressed, you'll still be living life, but a sure screwed up life.

What's the point of life if you don't live it to the fullest? What's the point of life if you don't do anything?
There is none. Correct. You get an A+.

Sure, I'm gonna miss him and all. I mean, without him around the house, the place is more than empty. I'll basically be treated like an only child. Yes, that sucks, yes, that rules, whatever. I ain't gonna weigh those pros and cons.

But what I'm NOT gonna do is get all pissy, or sad, or emo, or depressed over his being gone. He's gone, he's gone. Wah. Nothin' I can, or should for that matter, do about it. HE is going to be going out there to pursue his education. HE is going to grow up to do whatever he's gonna do. HE is the one that's moving on in life.

Sure. I moved on. I'm in high school now, but it's not much of a jump from middle school to high school. From high school to college, it's a big ass difference. I'm going two steps forward, one step back. He's going ten steps forward, and he'll keep on going until he decides his fate with a choice. What that choice is, or what choice he's going to pick, I have no idea. But when he faces it, he'll know...

Anyway, what I'm saying here, is don't be a crybaby over some dude or dudette. You break up, well, guess what? It didn't work out. Maybe it will later, maybe you'll find someone else. Point is, don't be a complete loser when shit happens.

That brings up another good point. My motto, or my current one at least.

"Shit happens. All we can do is be ready for it. And after it comes, clean up the wreckage as best as possible."

My other motto... >_> I ripped this outta a book, but it's a great quote.

"The secret to happiness in life: Low expectations."

I usually abide by one, the other, or both. Whatever. But for now, I'm only gonna reference the first one...

Remember, shit happens. Some shit we can actually try to avoid (and succeed at some points), but other shit just comes at us randomly without us expecting it.
What we gotta do is be ready for anything that can happen. No, I'm not saying go out to invest in crazy shit in case aliens try to abduct you (although... that's a pretty good thing to do just in case...). But just be ready for any emotional shit you might have to go through in life. It's usually after your first hit that you'll understand how much emotional prep. you gotta have, but some of you actually might know by heart. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, contact me personally. It's much easier to talk things over than rant about them on the internet.

Anyway, most of you need to understand that, unless you're hella f***ing rich which I doubt you are, you're gonna go through some hardass shit in life. You should prepare as early as possible for all the shit you're gonna go through. I mean, I had divorced parents since I was about... two or three. I still have shit popping up in my mind saying It's your fault that they got divorced.
Okay, so what if it was?
Don't you feel bad?
No... what happened, happened. I can't do anything about it now. It's the past. I'm looking into the future.
But it's your effing fault. You're retarded. You can't do anything right.
Ok, one. How could it have been my fault if I was only fricken two at the time? Two, if I couldn't do anything right, then how am I already in high school, honors for that matter, and have a blog up and running?

Yes. After that, using logic, I don't get anymore snide comments. You gotta think about it. There is, and will always, be something in your semi-conscious that'll want to bring you down lower and lower. Soon, you'll be at the point where you wanna kill yourself because that damn a-hole in your mind keeps telling you random ass shit that... that just gets to you.

You can't let it get to you. You gotta come at him/her logically. But note, logic isn't always the best answer for EVERYTHING (esp. girls... trust me, I know from... well... I just know).

Well... I honestly can't think of anything else to say, except don't be stupid when some shit happens in your life. Suck it up, say that it's part of life, and move on. If we did that, emo's probably wouldn't exist in the world. Nor would depression.

Nothing says "I love you" better than a spiked bludgeon to the face.
~Dith reviewing an anime.

~Vince

P.S. If you want to help a kickass cause, then write a check to "Friends of Forensics". The Forensics team at Logan is in need of dire help, even though we got talent, we don't got money. You can keep it anonymous or you can put your name on it. But before you send that check to the bank, make sure that a man named Tommie Lindsey Jr. gets word that some kid named Vincent Chang in your third period Forensics class put an ad on his blog, and I gave you free money from there. Lol... Thanks a million!

P.P.S No. unless it's for a good cause, I don't use spell check on this thing. So if you see spelling errors, don't send me spam about how I didn't capitalize an "i", or spelled "mississippi" wrong. I don't need that stuff in my mail...

NEXT TOPIC (probably subject to change): The Lowdown on Curse Words up in this Bitch

Intro. (so to speak)

Ok, so here's the lowdown.

I'm Vince. I go to James Logan High. I do public speaking. I can speak in Mandarin, fairly limitedly. My parents are divorced, yadda yadda yadda.

Yeah, you don't care much about that stuff. So lemme get to the point.

The point of this blog is to, as the therapists say, "Express my feelings."
Well, as you can probably see, that's what I'm gonna f***ing do.
So for the next year or ten thousand, I'm gonna post hecka randomly. There might or might not be a schedule for when I'm gonna post, so keep your eyes peeled... Like a banana... Whatever...
No, there will be no pop quiz or test related to this shiz... This is just my opinion.

Speaking of which...

Disclaimer:
These posts are the opinions and thoughts of Vincent J. Chang. They were not (usually) intended to hurt you, the reader, in any way shape or form. Most to all of the names in the ongoing blog posts are those of my friends, classmates, collegues, and people that I extremely hate. Any relevance whatsoever is entirely conicidenal, and therefore, you can't sue me. If these blog posts are indeed offensive to you (even politically, I'm more of a Right-wing moderate) go ahead and send me some hate mail. I'll be sure to either mail you back, or respond to your mail in a blog. That is IF I get any mail concerning this stuff whatsoever...

So anyway. That's about it for the first post. Although this is a blog about my retarded opinion (that still has some weight), I will include random shit about my daily life, etc.

Yes, these are usually going to be my heartfelt opinions at the time of the post. Of course, my opinion is liable to change at any time, so don't eff with me.

Also, there's a whole bunch of lingo you might find in here that might be "weird." Well... live with it. I type how I speak. I'll clarify on that when the time comes.

That's about it, for now.

Love comes in two forms: True Love, and a shotgun in the face.

~ Vince