when you realize you have and essay due

This is about a long time too many days too late, but here we go.

Sunday: chill day... bla bla bla. About to shower, at 9 (I shower, then while my hairs drying I kill time cause I don't like hair blowers) Well then I realize, wat I have an essay due tomorrow. So shoot bro, I get it started, then I'm like ya know what why not make it stupid? So it goes like this: we are writing a letter to this dude in the book to make a choice whether to go to the capital to sell his pearl which he has or stay and get scammed for really cheap. It's called "the pearl", and it's really crap. but here's my essay pretty much:

Im stev. I'm rich and I own businesses

do it for these reasons

you'd have to be disabled to stay

you could buy only 500 gumballs at that mall

go elsewhere

you could sell it for 6000 bucks. times 6000

wut good is 500 gumballs

with the capital get rich.wut next?

buy a ton of Hugo Boss suits

Maybe they scam isn't scam

somehow a golf ball fgot stuck in an oyster in the ocean and it became a fake pearl and somehow you somehow found it

you'd get adventure going there

and bacxk pain

so wut

then sum it up

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k it's over if you want to see the original go here: http://rondumblug.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-original-essay-for-those-who-wanted.html

uh yeah that was sunday. HA then I realized it was due today actually. That was stupid. eh, at least I got it done.

I need more content

K bye dudes

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The original essay for those who wanted it

Dear Kino,

                I’m Steve. I have many life experiences and am now at a great point in life. Right now I own two companies and they are both thriving. It has come to me that you have a pearl. I do not want to buy it, but I hear it is the pearl of the world. You have been cheated, my servants tell me. You can go to the capital or you can sell it there. Let me tell you, the answer is obvious. Go to the capital. If you do, you’ll get a real deal, fulfill life, and find some adventure in life.

                Do it, so you get a real deal. Fifteen hundred, they say? You’d have to be a HIPPO, without a LEG, with HALF A BRAIN, living under a ROCK, in a MINE, on the MOON, to accept that. ARE YOU SERIOUS? Is this what you were made for? 1500 hundred pesos could only get you FIVE HUNDRED gum balls at the mall. That’s lame. What’ll happen to all the extra gum balls? They will be alone forever, and die. How about a real marriage, nice clothes, maybe another boat? That pearl should sell for 6000 pesos. Times 6000.

                Fulfill your life. Five hundred gum balls won’t get you anywhere. If you get a real deal, that money could get your son in school, you could get married, get new clothes, get a boat, even get a house, and you’d still have left over. What to do then? Buy a ton of Hugo Boss suits. A ton of Hugo Boss Suits. You don’t know what you could accomplish with that much money.

                Heck, if all else fails, and that pearl was just a pretty plastic golf ball accidently stuck in an oyster accidently in the ocean accidently made into a *fake* pearl by the oyster, you’d still have had a great trip getting to the capital. Think of all the trails you’ll take, all the sites you’ll see? At no cost! Except your back. That’s separate though. All that walking, you could be a on the newest unpopular health magazine cover! That’s something! Heck, I’ll make a production line with your face on it just for you! At my business, you know man?

                What are you waiting for? Your son is standing outside on his baby legs crying his butt off eating the sand and you know why? He wants to go to the capital. Put him to sleep, slap him awake, and ask him if he wants to go to the capital. When he starts crying, you know that it is the case. Sometimes I wonder how horrible life would be without obnoxiously large pearls, well today I’m wondering how your life is without a ton of Hugo Boss suits. Think about what you could do with that kind of cash, how many gumball machines you could build, how much back pain you could develop. Any reason not to? Do you still want to live that way?

Sincerely

Steve Yang

Founder of the blog “Gumballs N’ Suits N’ Back Pain N’ Magazines N’ the cost of this blog” 

Imma learn to play depressing piano music

Yeh... that's kinda what I've been up to. I looked up a while ago 'cause I was bored, "song every pianist must know" and came up with this:

Satie - Gymnopedie No. 1 --- beatugful and sad not too challege
Tschaikowsky - Chanson Triste
Schumann - Traumerai slightly boring ober time
Brahms - Waltz in A Flat Major Op. 39 No. 15 ---somewhat sad
Chopin - Raindrop Prelude (No. 15) ----sad then angry over time
Debussy - Reverie ---- not as sad. ha challenging
Beethoven - Pathetique slow movement ---sad and exciting
Debussy - Arabesque No. 1 --- good , but challeningn
Chopin - Nocturne in E flat Op. 9 No. 2 --- famous good, challenge
Liszt - Consolation No. 3 --- beautiful but challenge
Satie - Gnossienne No. 1 -- challenge, good slow yet fast sad
Bach - Prelude No. 1 --- guonod avemaria side part
Comptine d'un autre été - Yann Tiersen --- challenge but good and sad ubt not that sad.. worth learning even though challenge
come sail away- styx but only piano is challenge but good

Decent sized list, right? see, not challegne, too challengs, much hcallenge. That's how I roll. that's weird for me to say.

but lemme pull up a vid of some:







The last one is good, because it had lang lang. My good Asian pianist. He tends to play fast music, but he plays it well. I'm learning the last two, but I will learn the first one eventually.


Yea, that's what I've been doing. I refilled my zippo yesterday. I was proud to "make it last" 4 days, because earlier I had to refill it everyday. I put electrical tape around the middle of the body of the zippo insert, to make it evaporate less. Maybe it'll work.

yeah. I started a journal. did I already tell you? one sec.....
K apparently not in the last blog so here I go
I found this empty journal and I .... I SWEAR I KNOW I WROTE ABOUT THIS
k checked again I did already so yeah


GOODBYE NOW NO MORE GOOD TOPICS
wow forgot to post after looking for pics of peeople f=crying at a pirano k bye


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Whoa, wus dis?

Hey guys. Haven't been here a while, and not gonna sleep for a while, so why not right for a while? while eating a banana?

So it's really raining outside in Calif. right now. It's loud. We have a creek in our backyard, and let's say it's usually 10 feet wide, well today it might have been 23 feet or so.

Um, I got myself a journal for life. I had it a while, but I never wrote anything in it , so yesterday I found it and decided I might as well use it. The real reason is 'cause I saw a vid on how to lucid dream and it said to get a dream journal. I did, but in there I also include a life journal. That way I can talk about more personal stuff. (like I don't do that here), but there I can put down names. Cause no one should see that, but here, internet will see it, OK?

Um, A while ago I found a disk from a long time ago in a bin. Here's the long story:

A while ago, a parent's friend was coming over. Parents told me and siblings to clean up the house. I cleaned under the stairs, and there was a lot of junk. I took out the boxes, looked inside them and found a disk labeled:

04/03/11
Stephen Pictures @ [his name]'s B-Party

Funny, I remembered that party. It was the kids party, and we're still friends, we're gonna go with a bunch of others to a movie tomorrow.

But any ways this guy did swim team back then, and so his party was at his swim team place. His dad takes pictures I don't think as a job, but he has a good camera. So I found these pictures on the disk:

There's some other pics on it but those have other people and they might not want their faces shown, so of course it's okay to show my own.

I SWEAR THERE WILL BE HATE OR SOMETHING MAYBE NOT CAUSE I SAID DIS BUT DONT MAKE FUN OF ME CAUSE AGAIN DIS FOR ME TO LOOK BACK ON WHEN IM GONNA DIE AND FOR ME TO LOOK AT AND SHOW MY FRIENDS HOW RETARDED I WAS

But yeah, that was kinda funny. What was I talking about again?

I should sleep soon it's not 10:00 yet but I'm supposed to sleep and so goodbye peeps.

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Mah BDDDDAY. I turned 5

So it's actually my bday.... Yeah. If you ask how old I am I'll respond, "older than I look"

I'm 13, I'm super short, and I look like I'm in 5th grade. Maybe.... I dunno. I don't act like it, maybe don't really look like a 5th grader, but I'm as tall as a fifth grader.

So I woke up, read my Bible for the day, and I read Mark 13 today. Pretty much Jesus is crucified and betrayed. I'm trying to take this seriously. It did actually make me kind of sad. Then breakfast was noodles, unusual, then school. Not late, actually early maybe. Then I go down to the PE area, and my friend Who's name starts with O and ends with wen and is pronounced Owen comes up to me and is like "Happy birthday. I got you something." He had a thing 1 inch tall package thing, maybe 4x7 inches, and it's solid hard, I thought it was a huge chocolate bar. I open it, and It was kinda funny what it was. It was a piece of wood, and in it was "carved" a [slightly] out of proportional trombone. CAUSE I PLAY TROMBONE IF YOU HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT. I thought it was a really thin walkie talkie, But eventually I saw it, and yes I did realize before he told me. It's was nice. I still haven't figured out how he knew my birthday was today. Then the bell rings, we go in the locker room to change, I show what he gave me to another friend and he's like, Wat it's yo bday? So they start singing happy birthday [I hate that song but accept it] and then all the guys knew,.

After that school goes by. I put on a pink post-it that said:

IT'S MAH
B-DDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DAAAAAAAAAAAYYY
YYY
Ye man. Really.

People were seeing it and like, oh happy bday. People just knew. Then at lunch I had a normal lunch and the class after I forgot it was my bday. Then after I feel like maybe just good but "that one"[the one for me ;) ] comes in all happy with a lollipop. I forget it's mah bday but I ask why she has a lollipop and she talks and, I dunno, seemed to care today about meh.... Then these other people walk in and are like, *Gasp* "STEVE, IT'S YOUR BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRTHday?" I'm like, "Oh um oh yeah." they start singing "THAT EVIL SONG"[b day song, I hate it, on other peoples bday I don't sing and I'm like, DAT SONG'S COPYRIGHTED(even though I know they copyright is gone) ] But anyways they stop, class is normal, band is after, Normal, and then jazz, the jazz teacher knows. She teaches band at my sister's elementary and that was probably how, but the day was REALLY GOOD. I had piano lesson after that, and I forgot to do the theory(piano homework), but it was short, I did it, then had a good class which the teacher somehow knew also, and we had good dinner, an ice cream cake, and my little siblings made a "party" in the attic, They got the whole family there and gave me a little present and we talked then ate the cake. After that my mom starts planning out that friday or monday that I should get my friends and watch a movie, so we are gonna watch one. I don't remember what it's called [looked up, IT's called XXX: Return of Xander Cage] It's got Vin Deisel in it.


Then after that is now, when I did my homework and just writing this.

Lemme tell you a story. When I was 5, turning 6, I was in kindergarten, and the teacher asks, "Steven, how old are you now?" So me, trying to think logically, I reply, "5" I knew I was 6, but I didn't feel like I was 6, so I said what I honestly thought. the teacher says"guess again", I say, "but I'm not any taller" with full honesty, but the teacher says "guess again Steven". I say with sadness, "6."  SERIOUSLY, I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE I WAS SIX YEARS OLD


So for presents, I asked my dad for a zippo, a peanut lighter, and a small pocket knife. He disagrees with the knife, yet gladly gets me two lighters. The zippo arrived yesterday, and the peanut lighter will arrive in February. I'm 13. Playing with lighters is safer than knives? HA that's funny, I have a "murder knife" accoridng to my brother. I carried it everday earlier, but stopped, then yesterday started carrying it gain. It looks like this:

My dad's okay with something like that and not something like this:

ANd It's only a 5 dollar cheap knife...

But I got a zippo. Got the fluid and extra flints. It smell really strong when I use it, but I keep opening it and lighting it for fun. Haven't burned the house down YET and haven't burned myself YET. I've waved my fingers through the fire tons of times too. Spilled a little bit of lighter fluid. Ya see, I'm stupid. I think my dad just didn't understand that what I wanted was a zippo. He just saw a metal square on amazon and said, "Sure, you can get that."

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I feel like I had another topic but Uh I just took a shower so Imma end it here.

But lemme say one thing about my day. This is for future me. Tonight before I sleep I will pray. and thank God for such a good day and for giving me "that one". I hope to myself of the future that I don't go bad in shallow soil, or rocky dirt, or get choked by weeds. If you don't understand, that's okay. Pretty much, I don't wanna be the kind of Christian who leaves in bad times. I'm asking God today that in the future, or when I die, or when I do anything, I have God in my mind and I make the right choice, and I don't leave God. I don't wanna go down there, and neither do you. I won't be mad if you hate this, But really, find a way to find God and talk to him. I hope you find him. He will give you wisdom for life, and true happiness.


Steve, now 13...





PS this blog started at 8:38-9:05 then 9:11-9:26 .Total of 42 minutes.

I didn't get in. Wat nvmd got top trombone

Yup. after thinking I did horrible, I got first... Now I feel bad for the other dude who was there last year and got below me.



PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS AS ME BRAGGING LIKE A RITARD (NOT rEtard, rItard)

but yeah... I'm glad, but I feel like either everyone else is.... let's just say they got the worst of luck and got too nervous... and had a beer before they came, and cut their lip, and burned their fingers. And saw their lives flash before their eyes.  Maybe they just got lost in the parking lot. I'm kidding. I really think it was bad luck because I honestly don't consider myself to be that good. If you ask me to play something, I'll be like, "NNNNOOOOOO" and 1. Don't have any prepped songs I could play, and 2. I would probably start on the wrong note. 3. If I play for a while I get a circle around my upper lip. It's a little arch and it looks stupid, but I just roll my lips together, pretend it doesn't exist, and fail to hide it...

K while looking for a picture of it this happemed:



I'm sorry those are horrible





anyways I  guess I'll get to go to the thing and then laugh at the other dude who's below me. I"M KIDDING GAUAUAUAUD Don't TAKE THAT PERSONALLY, [insert name here]

No, I'm "a nice person" and I"ll go to all him and be like, "I"m stev and I'm ritarded. Who are you , ya stupid?" I hope you understand that I'm kidding, But, Imma get to know these guys and stuff, 'cause I'm a "nice person"... haha...ha


K dat was a little bad now byebyebyepeoplesnever wanna see you again

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Got an "American F", not an "Asian F"

So ummm I'm back.... just a bit tooo late... maybe...

Anyways so mah friend tells me he did horribly on a test. He got a really low grade, I tell him he got an Asian F, 'cause Asian standards make it that a C would be as bad as an F would be for an American. Well, this guys, says, No, I got an real american F. That's where that came from. [wow horrible delivery, it's not funny anymore]

So recently I had an audition for an honor band and let's say, it was decent... I get there, warm up, disassemble, go up there, get ready, then I go in the room and play. What we have is 2 scales, one chromatic scale, your prepared piece, then sight reading. Scales are patterns of 8 notes that go up then down starting on a specific note. Chromatic scales are scales that start on a note, end on a note, and hit ALL the notes in between. Sight reading is when you get music, look at it, then play it for the first time.

For it went like this:
scales-pretty good
chromatic scale-ya dun goofed...
music-not interesting-no dynamics(getting loud and quiet to make it sound good)
sight reading- it's slow it'll be easy... then misses all notes but last one and first three.

umm yeah that was it. I felt pretty bad, but then today Mr. [his name here] tell me (he was one of the judges) that I did great. I laugh, and he's like, NO REALY... so that was that. Then today they'll release who got in and who didn't at 6... now it's 4:10. Yeah, there are 6 places, 10 people trying out for trombone, and so 60% chance to get in. more like 70 because I know there was at least one person who had to be worse than me. Well actually, two of the people made it in last year so that makes 4 places for 8 people, so more like a 50% chance.... Ehhh, that's decent.Today I find out if I made it. Which I'm somewhat not too really not at all sure about....

Today My 2x2 fell apart when my friend played with it. It was loose, so I'm not angry at him. Took me 20 minutes or so to put back together, I'm not slow, It's just pretty challenging. REALLY

well, I don't really have anything else to say, other than I"M SORRY FOR NOT BLOGGING(not really) BUT I'LL BLOG MORE(again not really)

K bye now....

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HAHA BYE

Swear no one will see this blog...

I say so because when I don't blog for a long time I lose all my viewers. Ya know? that's how life works.

So um, I'll just tell you how life's going. Well, I have not too much time to do this, 'cause I gotta play piano, trombone, EXERCISE, a new addition, shower, wait for hair to dry, then sleep early.

I hate exercise because I think it's beneficial... Wait, so I'll exercise, then I'll take a day off, which is good, but then after the day off then I decide to be lazy. I'll exercise, then a week later, I'll stop doing it after a good break. I'm considering just to do it daily. So that way I wouldn't be able to get lazy...

Um recently I'm been trying to figure out how to solve a rubik's cube blindfolded. I've had rubik's cubes for 3 years or so, I played for half a year, got tired of it, played for a month the next year, then forgot about it until cleaning up a while ago. the I took it on my trip, and now I'm trying to figure out it blindfolded. On a 2x2, because it's so much easier... no really, it's so much easier than a 3x3, and yet I haven't even gotten one no looking solve. I've used the method and solved it looking, I've solved it halfway done not looking, now I just need to get the last part down, but NOPE, I mess it up in the planning.

If any of you want to do it you want to watch "badmephisto" 's tutorial. It's like 30 minutes, but it's good. Then it took like 2 weeks of pondering and now to get the idea and understand it.

The concept is easy, just hard to explain. The top face's top left corner is the "buffer piece" and the right faces bottom left corner is the "receiving corner" you pretty much take the buffer piece, find out where it goes, move that place to the "receiving corner, which will then (after doing the algorithm) get the piece to it's place. then you move it back, and the piece that was there before does the same till you solve the cube. that made like no sense. See, I told you.

OK I NEED TO LEAVE SOON, SO, ummmmm, Byyyyyyoeieieieieieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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no I'm really sad on the inside though. Today someone at church stole my cube, and then didn't give it back. I got in a fight with him, and then after ignoring him calling me later, he then comes to me and gives it back. I was planning on ignoring him, but then he was nice, and it kinda made me mad that he was nice, but mean earlier. It felt... well at least I let it go. I was almost crying, so that just shows. I did have tears but I held them in. Again, I'm glad that I let it go. I'll see him at school tomorrow too. Good job, Steve...