The Blog of Elaine Wang

26 January 2016

Mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. I'm so annoyed. Apparently the English version of FE Fates won't have the petting feature. Like r u 5real here??? Why can't these people just leave well enough alone. Why can't I just be allowed to pet my cuties. Like is the west really so filled with over-sensitive babies? God damn. It's not even a required feature, so people who don't want to use it can just not use it (you would think it'd be this simple, but apparently some people are idiots). I hear people all like, "man, back in my day, fe was hella hard and there was only a small relationship aspect. Now it's all just fanservice up the wazoo." Like I'm sorry that you're such a spoilsport? Maybe there hasn't been enough "wazoo"ing in your life?

Apparently there was some "suggestive" dialogue during the petting scenes. No. Shit. What a world we live in right? Games have suggestive dialogue that aren't rated M. I've never seen that anywhere ever. Can we please stop assuming that everyone here is a god damn infant. I THINK WE CAN ALL HANDLE iT, and if we can't, maybe we should all grow up.

I am not even ashamed to admit I was greatly looking forward to the petting aspect. It's so cute. I love stuff like Pokemon Amie and shit. Sue me. Like how is killing people any more acceptable than "suggestive" content. I'm pretty damn sure chill sex is friendlier than murder. The latter of which happens to be illegal. Shocking, I know.

24 January 2016

Every time I read this it makes me smile because, I mean, damn Lincoln was takin' names even before we had names. This man is insane. Just read this and tell me that it's not amazing. He's just laying on those sick burns one after another. Honestly, he's basically saying "TAKE CARE" BITCHES YA'LL DON'T KNOW SHIT.

"If A. can prove, however conclusively, that he may, of right, enslave B.—why may not B. snatch the same argument, and prove equally, that he may enslave A?—

You say A. is white, and B. is black. It is color, then; the lighter, having the right to enslave the darker? Take care. By this rule, you are to be slave to the first man you meet, with a fairer skin than your own.

You do not mean color exactly? You mean the whites are intellectually the superiors of the blacks, and, therefore have the right to enslave them? Take care again. By this rule, you are to be slave to the first man you meet, with an intellect superior to your own.

But, say you, it is a question of interest; and, if you can make it your interest; you have the right to enslave another. Very well. And if he can make it his interest, he has the right to enslave you."

1 January 2016 (OH MY GOD)

Well I could probably say something inspiring about this year, but honestly, it was pretty much just another 365 days. In fact, this year was especially shitty because of junior year. I mean, as I'm going through the motions, I'm not really thinking that much about how much I'm dying, but sometimes it just hits me like BAM BITCH YOU SUCK. And then I'm like okay. I won't even bother making any new year resolutions because, like most people, I never fulfill them anyway. I am just such an uninspiring, unmotivated person. I hate that. Man you'd think I'd know a god damn thing about motivation, diligence, innovation, etc. since I'm surrounded with all these crazy ass people. But I don't, and that sucks. All I want is to live with 200 dogs, 200 cats, and have a really pretty fish-tank and jellyfish tank. Is that so difficult. In fact, I'm already half ready to just move to some godforsaken land in some desolate place and just chill. Make some YouTube videos. Not have to worry about doing integration by parts or substitution or understanding the graph of the fundamental theorem of calculus. Newton's Law. The double angle formula (could never memorize this damn thing ever since 8th grade). If Lincoln did it for the Union or for the black people (but tbh #Lincoln #MVP). I mean sometimes I care because it's interesting, but a lot of the times it's like why can't I just learn in depth one or two things at a time. Yeah, we're supposed to be well-rounded. We're supposed to explore all our options so we know what we like. But man how am I going to know what I want to do if I practically hate damn well everything since I'm mediocre at damn well everything.

Anyway, why do we feel this strange fulfillment of a new year coming. It's like this big thing. I mean we are literally just incrementing (year++ anybody?) some number that we started using to keep track of things. Now, I'm not saying that years aren't important. Trust me, I'd be the last person to oppose counting years. I mean, imagine it: "Hey Olivia, my man, you wanna go see that new Marvel movie that's coming out in, what was it, 27 months?" What the hell is that? Well, to me, it's more like leaving something that you can never go back to. That might just be because I have trouble leaving stuff behind. Which is why my room is such a mess. I always seem to gain some sentimental attachment to my items. It's really bad. I literally sometimes don't throw away the tags to items after taking them off. I don't throw away the receipts I got from buying stuff in Taiwan because I feel like it'll be a long time before I can ever touch those again. I still have water from Yosemite in the water bottle I used for the 8th grade trip. It tasted so good and fresh (might just be the psychological effect). I keep the outside packaging of items I'll probably only get once. I meticulously open presents because I want to keep the wrapping. It's just this feeling that if I throw something away, then I can never take it back. And I'm uncomfortable with that feeling of no return. Which is really bad. How did I even get on this tangent anyway. Oh right, this is why the new year is such a weird thing for me. I don't really know about other people though. Usually it seems to be a reason to "start fresh" or something. I guess it's good to psych yourself up to try and accomplish something, using the new year as an excuse. Also, I'm going to be stuck trying to change my habit of writing 2015 on all my dates. Happens every year.

Speaking of psych, for the past 2 days, I have been on an intense Psych Netflix marathon. My friend always told me how the show is pretty good and how she used to watch it with her brother, but I never really ended up watching it. I only watched some random episode at her house at one point, and I had no idea what was going on. But after starting from episode one, I actually got pretty attached. Sometimes I wish Shawn wasn't such a bitchass though. And sometimes Gus needs to calm down. Lassie also needs to calm down. Regardless, I love them. Sometimes they say some pretty shady shit though.

Anyway, happy new year (or sad new year since school is starting).

#2k16