Today I will be going to my first show (in my band) in probably months. I have asked the band and we are going to do a lot of TMBG (Dinner Bell, Ana Ng, Experimental Film, Birdhouse in Your Soul). I love TMBG. I love John Flansburgh. I love John Linnell ('realistic spongebob guy'). I love the Scientist Johns. There isn't a thing about TMBG that I hate. Even the kid music is fucking bangers, that's how you know they're good as shit

I have replied to the letter that Caltech had sent me recently, I'm very happy they even sent a letter. I like Caltech a lot, and yes it's primarily because of TBBT, but also because of my goat Dr. Richard Feynman. I hope that when we reach that pesky element 137, we name it Feynmanium to honor his awesome legacy. He would've been 107 now. Even though I've never met him, and the fact that he died in 1988 whereas I was born in 2009, I miss him.

That is all.

?: Of course I am angry! Your presence has been pissing me of for the last ten millenia!

!: If just my presence angers you, perhaps you are the problem?

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?: Do you want me to hit you?

!: Oh, heavens no! Being hit by you is a shame!

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?: What's that supposed to mean?

!: [gulp!] Nothing.

?: I'll take half of your word for it.

!: Which half?

?: I'll decide later, gosh.

?: Anyway, I guess we can become friends.

!: Oh really? Ah! So joy-joy-joyfulous!

?: Hmm. Come up with another word.

!: Uhhh... guttglabber.

?: What's that mean?

!: You tell me, guttglabber.

[END]

No. Way. The very first C&O fanart! Thank you Chandler, I'm so, so happy!!! Fanart is a very slippery slope to a fandom, so it's good to see my work going in that direction, Well, with nothing left to write about...

That is all.

?: Do you plan to stop at some point?

!: Only when you do.

!: Other than that, I have no interest to go elseplace.

!: You know, it took very long to encounter you. I hope you remember that.

?: Ha. Like I need to.

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!: I suppose introductions are in order.

?: Hm? What more of me do you need to know? You have been stepping on my footsteps for the last ten millennia. I thought by then you'd have your fill of information, STALKER!

!: My name is Otto.

?: I- Okay. I am Cam.

!: What is that short for?

?: None which you should know, stalker.

!: Okay.

?: I wouldn't ask you for what "Otto" is short for either.

!: I see.

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!: Why are you so angry?

?: Guess. I genuinely want you to guess. And please, do not hold back. GUESS.

!: I would like to rescind my question.

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!: God, such an angry lass (?) you are.

[END]

HAHAHA! The school year has been defeated! I finally can promote to Sec 4 after a year of extra battling. I heard from schools around the country that the Sec 3 endyear exams were a massive hurdle for a lot of low and mid-performing students and a significant number of people did not cross the gap. They did not break the barrier. They didn't even juju on that beat. However, by whipping myself by a skipping rope and using academic prowess to make up for many, MANY disadvantages on my person, I passed beyond flying colors.

Now that the school year is over, it's time for me to start "mailmaxxing", as the kids say. I drank a lot of chocolate, banana and strawberry milk today, to the point I nearly thought I had become drunk of them.

That is all.

?: ...

!: ...

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?: I think it's time I speak about this.

!: Wait, you can speak?

?: Yeah, no shit.

?: God, okay, for the past 10,000 years you've been constantly following me around and you haven't spoken once and it's creeping me the hell out. The hell's your problem?

!: That's interesting, I always thought all this time that you were leading me somewhere for the past 10,000 years or so.

?: Oh, really? What on EARTH makes you think I was leading you somewhere?

!: We're both colored rectangles! Body language is hard. Plus, it looked like you kept looking at me to make sure you weren't losing me or something.

?: Ugh, okay man. By the way, did you manage to creepily follow any other rectangles before I did? It seems that they're nowhere on this damn planet.

!: Is that so? I was following you since I kinda thought you knew.

?: [sigh] That puts us in an awkward position, the last two of our kind.

!: Unrelated slightly, but I feel like fate brought us together so we could punish each other for eternity.

?: You're the one saying this?

?: My god.

[END]

Wow! Thank you, Chandler! chandler please let me go i dont want to work anymore im tired i have a wife n too kids please god oh god please oh god god

That is all.

Yes, finally! Friday is being celebrated in this blog, as it should be. Whether you're working, studying or inactive, Fridays are a shared joy of the entire population as it gives people in the workforce time to unwind and relax for the impending doom of the Monday ahead, and to spend what little time they have left with their families before the Monday gets their asses back to work. The term for the most dreaded day of the week where it literally cannot get any worse is subjective to where you come from and what your traditions and customs are, but it's usually called the hump day.

For me, this day falls on a Thursday, and I firmly believe that Monday through Wednesday are just its humble, crooked henchmen. I would have used the term "goons" but the fact that you may be smiling at yourself reading that work proves my point of why I did not use it. For starters, my Tuesdays are worse than my Mondays, my Wednesdays are worse than my Tuesdays, and I'd give anything to wipe that dastardly Thursday from the week. But my Fridays, as is the case for everyone (unless you get beat to half-death specifically on Friday), is exceptionally better than all four previous days combined, as it is in my personal opinion, a "proto-weekend".

However, there are some people that will never experience the hardships we go through, and I would like you, a victim of the weekdays, to torture them in your secret underground lab until you're happy with your work.

Fortunately, the Youtuber CGP Grey has devised for us a solution to our eternal and timeless plight in this video, by introducing Wednesday as a rest day instead of Saturday. I personally would love to put this into action, but seeing how we've used the classic 5w2r (5 workdays, 2 rest days) schedule for decades now, this doesn't even try to cross the threshold of "possible". Maybe one day once I become my own boss, I'll utilize the 2w1r3w1r schedule. The creator tried it for himself and he loved it, so there's no reason I shouldn't.

That is all.

If this is you, Chandler, thank you for referencing one of my favorite songs by They Might Be Giants. You had told me that you sent me a drawing, but unfortunately Strawpage was under maintenance, and it may have not gotten through. If you would like to re-draw it and send it through again, that would be okay. If you would not like to re-draw it and send it through again, that would also be okay. If you refer to typing something out as a drawing, that is questionable but all the more okay.

I have nothing more to add on my oncoming job as a postgirl, so I suppose I'll end the blog here.

That is all.

I've for some reason gotten into the spirit of worldbuilding. I prefer worldbuilding over writing actual stories a lot as I'm not my best with plots but when it comes to figuring out how a world works I'm just really full of enthusiasm. I've also doomscrolled r/worldbuilding for hours on end to see what other things people have come up with. Here are my favorites.

> Going to Home Depot to find inspiration for names

> The horror of the square cube law

> Terrifying drawings of mummified alien remains

> Food

That is all.

Last night I had broken the frame of my spectacles, so I made it my priority to get a new frame first thing in the morning, even before showering or breakfast or brushing my teeth. I was a little lonely today but there was a someone who'd chat with me every once in a while, so if you're seeing this, thank you for getting me off it. I also downed a whole thing of root beer today! Victory!

This is also day 2 of my 3rd (?) rewatch of Young Sheldon. I should start playing it in half speed if I want it to marinate in my head. Or even better, maybe not do something else while having it in the background. Because is it really watching it if I don't really focus on it for a majority of the time? That one FNAF movie finally got on my Netflix, but I don't really know if I want to go ahead and watch that. And then again, it's not like there are better things to watch on this god forsaken streaming service. One day, Prime. One day.

Also fuck you netflix for taking away the big bang theory

That is all.

i have to draw tower of room destruction

that is all

Left Hand Suzuki Method by Gorillaz has to be one of my favorite tracks of all time. I genuinely don't want to write this so I can focus on listening to Gorillaz more. But still, I have to write something. Something has to be written.

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'something'.

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There. Also, guess what. Fat periodic table's back.

That is all.

Agh, it seems I'm out of anything to write. And even on the second post too. It seems I've been too occupied with more important work, and that rendered today extremely uneventful. However, I was able to finish my re-read of volume 1 of The Feynman Lectures on Physics [1]. Maybe this could be attributed to the human element of forgetfulness, but it seems like every time I go through a book I always find something I had missed before.

I also completed the first version of my theoretical expanded periodic table of the elements that I had been working on for about a month or two in total. Unfortunately, I currently do not have any plans to work towards a second, much larger version of it. I also feel that there is no reason I shouldn't print it out on a giant poster and display it on what little wall I have left in my room. What very little wall...

On my way home from school, I also picked up a bag of apples and pears. Initially I had plans for them. Maybe I would have baked something. However, I lost myself to one of the greatest human fallacies the mind can perform, the act of forgetting. Now I don't know what I'm supposed to do with all these apples and pears, and I'm not even sure what to do with them at all, but if I or anyone I know is in need of fiber, I know just the fruit bowl to hook up.

That is all.

[1 -- Even though the entire series is free to read online, I will still support Mr. Feynman and what of Caltech he stood for by buying it in print. Reading normal books like a normal person is still OK because it is only 2025 and 2571 hasn't come yet.]

blog (noun)

> A: a website that contains online personal reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks, videos, and photographs provided by the writer 

also : the contents of such a site

> B: a regular feature appearing as part of an online publication that typically relates to a particular topic and consists of articles and personal commentary by one or more authors

Until now, I had never thought I'd be writing a blog. However, my psychiatrist thinks it's OK and actually healthy to write about my thoughts and feelings to the vulnerable internet and would repeatedly suggest I do it for my own good, a strange thing to really want a schizophrenic person to do. But I don't see any harm in going through with this, so I've decided to entertain and satisfy what they want out of me. Well... there's not much to talk about today. I got Popeyes for dinner? Riveting, I know. Maybe people like Popeyes. Other than that, today wasn't really productive.

Speaking of productiveness, I've been thinking of joining back the workforce after the final exams this year. The last time I had jobs, I was earning nearly $1.5k a month. At the age of 15, 16 soon. I think that must be impressive to some extent, but I don't pay too much attention on whether it's astonishing or not, I just want the incredible dosh that comes with it. I can, have and/or will let go of sloth, wrath, envy, pride and lust but greed and gluttony stick with me like superglue. I love money. I love food. That's all I want, thank you. (Of course, a large part of me will still donate a large chunk of my monetary identity towards charity.)

Over my time, I've found a few people that said that I had a knack for writing. Whether or not that is true is obviously up to you, but I'm flattered that people feel that way, especially considering English is not my first language --- it's Thai. Though, I have been reaching beyond bilingualism and dipping my toes into French, German, Chinese, Russian, Swedish and Japanese because I've seen some very fascinating research papers in those languages that I would like to experience in their raw, untranslated, respective glory. There are people just as good with writing as I am, if not better and translating it takes the soul away from it. Most of the time, wordplay only works on its host language. But just know I am not suggesting that interlingual wordplay does not exist.

Something currently odd about me is my current fixation on the sitcom The Big Bang Theory. Unfortunately, the show is no longer available on Netflix at my end of the globe, so I have to pick myself up, dust myself off, and watch "funny moments" compilations on YouTube. If I'm feeling a bit deviant, I'll binge-watch a large portion of Young Sheldon. What I am really waiting on is the franchise's two new spinoffs: Georgie & Mandy's First Marriage and the upcoming Stuart Fails to Save The Universe, an actual science fiction comedy coming from the TBBT universe. If I ever do write about TBBT and have to talk about Stuart, just know he will be shit on. But just for now, I will admit he is likeable. Very.

That is all.