Time to relax!

So there's the Thanksgiving break. Yay. Congratulations to those who are excited about Turkey, Christmas trees, sleeping in their own bed, and getting yelled at by lovely parents! You will finally get a few days of your heaven.
A few hours after the classes are done, the dorms are empty and I am sitting here listening to old music and working – making sure that ghosts don't attack the remaining students on campus. I had already a few miserable hours earlier this day, but now it suddenly all went away and I feel like I am finally getting to do what I want: as the last students are leaving the dorms, I am exposed to an almost completely quiet dorm, having the whole lobby all to myself – to relax, think, and enjoy a few stressless hours surrounded by the blanket of Matchbox Twenty Pandora Station. And somehow the song comes up, and the verse blossoms in my head: "If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?" It is not related at all to neither to the station, nor to my mood – but somehow this song is insanely sad and hopeful at the same time.
So I have a long night shift. I could watch Dollhouse – a totally boring, but for some reason interesting TV-show, I could play minecraft – that is, in case I find a mouse, or I could work some more at my unhappy and unsuccessful NaNoWriMo novel. Or I could do neither. Or! I could do homework!
The best part of tonight is, at the end of the shift I will get sleep – as much as I want to, unlimited, I will not have to wake up to go to class. So I get to relax – and look forward to more rest.
I remember my Christmas break my Sophomore year. It was really cold. Now to think of it, I remember my Thanksgiving my Sophomore year too. And it was cold too. I don't remember much of Junior year off of top of my head. But it was cold. And now it's warm. Somehow does not feel right. But I have netflix and minecraft. Those should fix it.


Haters Gonna Hate: Twilight

In the last few days all I heard people talking about was whether they hate of love Twilight. Half of the globe goes crazy jumping all over the place excited about the new movie and grieving that the Saga is over while the other half goes nuts and hates all those who have ever watched Twilight and happy that the Saga is finally over.
I read the Saga a while ago, because I got tired of everybody talking about it all the time and I wanted to know what it was. The reading was a nice pastime. By no means it was the deepest book I ever read – but it was nice to open the book and get lost in the love story for a few hours of my day – like in any other love story.
For a while now I've been thinking there might be no contradiction between lovers and haters whatsoever: the Saga is not a good vampire story describing vampires, and the Saga is a love story. Haters see the first, and lovers see the second – but both points are there!
Haters, please, go read the book and build your own opinion rather than thinking what you are supposed to think because your surrounding says so. Hating something for a good reason can be respected, hating something because you think that something is stupid without getting yourself acquainted with the piece – is, indeed, stupid.
Those who are crazy about Twilight, please, read a few more love stories. There are better love stories out there – and better quality literature. And better quality movies.
Both sides might discover something they never thought of – a proper niche for the Saga. Twilight is neither awesome, nor awful – it is just what it is – a love story. There are thousands of love stories in the world – written or unwritten – and the Saga is just one of them.

Presidents, Elections, the People, and … the Bitching.

The unbiased part:

Over the last few months/days everyone has been talking about the elections and it did not get better after the elections are over. It is kinda sad to be observing all this mess. Dear people, you are the Nation, and you are responsible for what happens to it, not the one person you call the President. And I don't mean winning/losing the elections. What you do in everyday life matters more. When one half of the country is hating the other half just because of personal beliefs – it is kinda detrimental to the society, and not effective for the economy or any social changes. People, you are the Nation, and every day you can be working at making your country better. Of course, the President holds the country together, but people is what makes the country a Nation, not the President.

The biased part:

If we talk Presidents, either candidate was smart enough to rule the country, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten there. If you don't agree with it – go try to be a president yourself.
Since the country elected Obama, half of the people are totally ecstatic, and half are expecting the apocalypse. I do think though that the apocalypse would have been more likely with Romney, who tried to override the society with imposing his religious bias on politics, which should not have anything to do with religion, but everything with keeping the country together. Yes, Obama might not be the President that appeals to the conservative part of the society, but he is not forcing everyone to be the way he wants them to be – and does not tell people should not go to church. It would be the same thing as when Romney says he wants to ban abortion and same-sex marriage. He would make half of the society feel suppressed, while Obama makes half of the society unhappy with the fact that they won't get to see gay couples laughed at. I think that the first issue would have been a much unhappier one, with the second issue being a healthy one.

A Monday morning with the raccoon.

I wake up and I stretch myself and I look at the world and… realize that it is Monday. Of course I get all excited and start jumping around because that’s what people do on Monday, right? Of course it is! I am Nolem Retaw, the little writing raccoon. THE little writing raccoon. No one here dare call me “A little writing raccoon”. It’s offensive. Because I am the only one, I write smart things, and I am important.

So anyways, today is my Monday and I spend it like every other human as you saw at the beginning of my unique and beautiful piece of art about me. Why? Well, because I am following the perfect correct logic. Humans can write. I can write. I am a human. There we go. Perfectly legible and true. What are you saying? My argument is not valid? Nonsense.

Anyways, where was I? Yes, my Monday. So what do people do in the morning? Yes of course, they prepare cold fish soup which is apparently called coffee and go for a walk carrying their soup in a bowl. Humans are weird, really, because raccoons drink this hot drink named coffee – which is delicious and makes much more sense. But this is another story, and I will try to make my fish soup now.

What do they do? Well, apparently they take frozen raw fish, put it in a blender and get something they call coffee. How else would they make this frozen thing of white or pink color? They are stupid to call it coffee, really. It is obviously fish soup and humans know nothing about things in this world. The thing that proves it is that they carry soup in a cup. Who carries soup in a glass? It’s retarted and gross!

So, as my morning is slowly going by, I am realizing humans have no idea about this world whatsoever. It is kind of a pathetic thought, really.  I think I need to teach humans how to live life so that they would enjoy it more. Meh, they prolly won’t learn anything even if I try hard and do my best.

Okay. So my morning is over and I need to do something fun instead of following miserable ways of humans. Coffee. Of course I need coffee. Real coffee. Not the frozen fish soup humans call coffee.

For that, I need my real morning to be there. Real morning starts when I can see stars on the sky. So I’ll have to wait for them for quite a while, so I’ll go take a nap.

A draft from long ago

You don't realize how much crap life is until you realize that it, indeed, is. Good evening everyone. It seems I am getting into a habit of writing on my crappiest evenings. Well then, I see that part of my unhappiness were shoes and socks on my feet and now that they are gone – I am feeling a bit better.
Ok, what's next?… Yes, something related to tea and music. Or maybe apple cider. But I am too lazy for that, so just music. Yeah, have I ever told you that Matchbox Twenty is a bunch of genius people? If not, you should check them out. Amazing band.
I want to wake up tomorrow and see snow. And run around and catch snowflakes with my mouth and be happy. I used to be like that. Like a little happy kid which I have never gotten a chance to be.