Thinking first post in a long time I don't have a SLE paper to write!
Feeling tired
Should be zzz
This secret doesn't hurt someone. Thus, it is fun. QED. Furthermore, it's the first in a long time [or possibly ever?] that I've kept completely to myself. Yes, that's right. That means me, Gordon Koo, have not said anything to anyone about this. And it tears me up inside trying to keep it that way because I so desperately want to let it out like gas after I have those chili cheese fries but don't for the greater good. In this case, the greater good isn't consideration for everyone else's olfactory senses, but rather the ideal of keeping a secret at its most secretive level. Except, perhaps by writing this post I may have lost some secretivity--but that doesn't matter, because it has nothing to do with my secret.
In a sense, it's like my own little treasured moment that I share with myself. Everyone has them. You do. So does the person you spoke with last. Even if that person is me. The point is, there are memories you have with people that are forever to be shared between just the two of you. In my case, this the two of us is me and Gordon. Also--as, stated before--this secret* hurts no one, and hence can be fun. In fact, letting the secret out would do more damage than good. Said keepage of secret is beneficial to all parties involved or not involved.
I'm finding it quite lonely here. My only two rather close friends are both female and enjoy shopping instead of video games. SHOPPING! Outrage. Walking back from dinner on Saturday night, I was thinking of the good times that the guys of the Asian Posse had. We had some good times... I wish I could replicate something like that here, but so far I have yet to meet anyone cool enough. I really, really hope that I find cool people next year, or else I will drown in a pool of tears and sweat. [I'm not altogether too sure of how the sweat factors into the equation]
Speaking of factors and equations and eigenvectors, math final last night was completely ridiculous. I resolved last night that, if forced to choose between the two, I would have to give up being a mathematician and instead be a breakdancer. For this reason, I have begun what I like to call Gordon Lopez's Daily Workout Routine. The preliminary stage entails much stretching with a focus on the legs as well as handstands against the wall to build arm muscle. The diet should include intake of as many vegetables, proteins, and carbohydrates as humanly possible, but most importantly, foods high in riboflavin are near mandatory. There really is no stage beyond the preliminary stage because I realize as I develop the Daily Workout Routine that it really isn't practical to use my Stanford education to become a breakdancer.
Why do you build me up, buttercup? There may be several reasons. 1) Buttercup just doesn't want to disappoint you and because of this delays the bad news. 2) Buttercup doesn't mean to build you up, but does so incidentally. 3) Buttercup is a player. You know it's true. The moral of the story is this: don't judge people by their chins. A strong jaw is nothing to be ashamed of. I conversated** today with Stephanie Kong about kid-cute and cute. She holds that kid-cute does indeed evolve into charming. I disagree. You can't evolve! Neither can I. This in no way implies my opinions of the attractiveness of myself, Stephanie Kong, any people who either of us knew, or any people who were ever attractive.
I've been trying to abstain from stalking. Really trying. This is like quitting smoking ... Several people have been aware of an individual whom I had stalked*** for quite sometime. I've decided, after my visit to Nancy Nguyen of Burbank, that I do not want to end up on someone's stalker list. Plus, it can just be creepy sometimes. So I've made a decision to not stalk. Hopefully it will work. And this may be just the cruel irony of the world, but just after I make this decision, new and innovative ideas occur to me as to how to stalk this someone (e.g. I find out days later this individual's secret screenname). This was an exciting moment, but I had resolved to put an end to my stalking days and turn over a new leaf. I suppose it's playing the part of temptation. But I suppose I can take heart in the fact that, throughout all of this, I will come out a better person. Maybe I won't turn evil after all.
Secrets are fun.
*See Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun for more information.
**I did mean to sound stupid here.
***To be defined in the casual sense; for more clarification, ask