The Blog of Klilx

If any of you were under the assumption that I have sexual experience, you are mistaken.

I was asked today, “Are you aiming to have sex just to have sex or to make love?”

My answer: “It’ll probably be a mix of both but subconsciously I’ll be forming many jokes and stories that will probably be heard DURING the sex. So I’ll probably be having sex for humor’s sake.”

I get this theory from my own personality. Since my social life revolves around trying to be funny, naturally sex, which is social to some degree, will include humor as well. I have reason to believe that I will become much funnier once I’ve built a decent sexual history. I can imagine the stories I could tell, the jokes I could make. Sex will be more of a goldmine for me than virginity is. Not only because it’ll be a fresh addition to my repertoire, but because sex has more variety in it than no sex. That is a given and I’m sure plenty of people are completely aware of this.

I can already imagine how some of my encounters will go. If we take the standard missionary position (for simplicity’s sake), I’m already set up for some decent loving. Normally the guy needs to be on the bottom if he wants to keep the work at a minimum. However, given my usual quick wits and desire to speak them, I can assure you that a number of sessions will become comedy bits. I’ll make irreverant references to whatever may be going on and start telling rapidfire punchlines that will cause the girl to break out in laughter. This will reduce the amount of physical effort on my part since she will be moving a lot.

I may need to rename my penis to “Funnybone.”

Of course, if I’m correct about this, and if I’m not careful, I could ruin some sexual relationships. I doubt girls will want to listen to me tell jokes during sex all the time. It could take away from the passion or some shit. If this does indeed become a problem, I may need to consider warning girls before they get too attached that I have a hard time shutting up durnig sex. They will either have to put up with no sex or the most hilarious stimulation of their lives. If I don’t tell jokes during sex then I can assure you that I would spontaneously laugh once or twice. Given normal human curiousity, she’d ask what is funny and hilarity would ensue.

Now, if the girl enjoys the hilarious sex, then I’ve got a good thing going. Hell, maybe she’ll contribute to the conversation and we’d both be laughing up a baby. Imagine the possibilities of a girl who likes sex jokes during sex. Imagine a girl who enjoys sex jokes about sex jokes during sex. I will have a very strange sex life.

I’m sure my first time will be very serious, however. I don’t think I’d have the willingness to tell jokes when I’m fucking nervous.

My first two CDs were Beastie Boy’s “Hello Nasty” album and The Prodigy’s “The Fat of the Land” album. From there I began developing an interest in listening to music on a regular basis. I liked both those albums very much, and from there I continued looking for new music. I also had a brief interest in the Sugarhill Gang, but only because of Rapper’s Delight. This is all during my 11th year. I only had those two CDs and I don’t recall ever having another CD until Justin gave me his censored Static-X album, “Wisconsin Death Trip.” You can probably guess by now that my tastes lied with alternative. The following summer I learned of System of a Down. I heard their single “Suite Pee” and kept them in mind for a few months. During a brief visit in LA on the way back to Hawaii I managed to get their debut album.

In 8th grade I had a few albums, some from Beasite Boys, others from Static-X and System of a Down. I had a few random albums from other artists as well. I listened to 105.9 (Lava Rock at the time) on the radio almost every night, sometimes making requests. That was the year that I discovered Wu-Tang Clan, via their System of a Down collaboration remix, “Shame.” That summer I had my dad buy me 36 Chambers, which became, and still is, my favorite rap album of all time. I got Iron Flag a year later. I started to enjoy rap more than I used to in 9th grade. I listened to Wu-Tang Clan, Sean Paul, Limp Bizkit, Beastie Boys, and 104.3. As you can tell, I never emersed myself in rap. Alternative music was still my calling, and I was disappointed to come back to Hawaii to learn that Lava Rock was replaced by a classic rock station.

In 8th grade and 9th grade a I spent a lot of time telling friends to download random songs for me that I had heard on the radio. My meager music library was entirely on CDs and wasn’t very ranged at all. I bought “Kings of Crunk” by Lil’ Jon in 10th grade, which turned out to be a mistake a month later when I got tired of hearing his catch phrases. Also in 10th grade, Ryan finally convinced me to download iTunes and put my music onto my computer. I did this and started to appreciate iTunes. I was organizing my music how I liked. Late in 10th grade I started writing music. Being a member of Bemanistyle and its Music Production forum allowed me to know about Sound Click, a shitty yet large site on which you may host your music. This marked my online quest for music. Not having money for CDs and only having dial-up disallowed me to buy or download too much. In January, still in 10th grade, I also began playing Dance Dance Revolution. This sparked my interest in electronic music. To further that move, spending time around Justin also got me to start listening to progressive trance.

Over the rest of 2004 I spent a lot of time on Sound Click looking for music. I also downloaded music from Bemanistyle members, such as Ren and DM Ashura. Most of my music library was still loaded with rap and alternative, but the collection of DDR music and fan mixes of DDR music was quickly growing. Random songs started to appear in my library due to Step Mania and Dance With Intensity. In 11th grade I discovered the world of gabber and hardcore. I became minorly obsessed over the genres and tried looking for good tracks. During the 11th grade I also found another site called Acid Planet, where I didn’t find anything good.

Toward the end of 11th grade (May/June) I had just under 4 gigabytes of music, much of which I had gotten over the previous few months. My interests had almost completely moved out of progressive trance and I started tiring of vocal trance and dance. That summer I continued my usual searches on Sound Click, though less frequent. When I came back to Hawaii, I was interested in goa trance. I had a difficult time finding it, though. By Christmas, however, I found some, and searching for some of the artists on The World of Goa, as well as better Google searches in general, I started finding goa and psytrance left and right.

By the end of 12th grade, one year after my musical tastes had completely exited the mainstream, I had 16 gigabytes of music. My library quadrupled in size over the year. Filled with all kinds of electronic music, some alternative, some rap, along with other genres including jazz and classical, I had an impressively varied library. Over this past summer I found a powerful interest in Indian music. This resulted from finding a site called Ethno Techno. I have amassed a decent set of quality Indian music spanning many genres and subgenres. Currently, there are four artists that contribute the highest volume of music to my library:

System of a Down - Political, sometimes silly, alternative rock and metal (complete discography + many random songs)
Shpongle - Organic, genre-defiant, electronic psychedelic music (complete discography + some random songs)
Bexarametric - Drill’n'bass, IDM, ambient, emotional electronic music (1 album + 150+ songs)
The Alan Parsons Project - Progressive rock, slightly orchestral and/or jazzy at times, most recent album mostly organic electronic - (complete discography except for “best of” albums)

In an attempt to reduce the size of my library, System of a Down and most of Bexarametric has been removed after being burnt to DVDs. My current musical tastes can be summed up within the genres of psychedelic trance, Asian fusion/Indian, and organic. Organic is the simplest way of describing the sound of some of the artists in my library. Here are my favorite artists:

Rap - Wu-Tang Clan
Alternative - System of a Down
Asian fusion/Indian - Nitin Sawhney
Organic - Shpongle
Electronic - Infinite Dimensions
Genre Crosser - artsi
Experimental - 3kStatic
Rock - Alan Parsons

Favorite songs:

Rap - Protect Ya Neck (Wu-Tang Clan)
Alternative - Spiders (System of a Down)
Asian fusion/Indian - Dance at Sunset (Karsh Kale)
Organic - My Head Feels Like a Frisbee (Shpongle)
Melodic Electronic - Entropy (Silexz)
Experimental - Voltage Drop (3kStatic)
Down Tempo - The Last Flight (Heaven:Closed) (Mr. S)
Rock - E.G.G.M.A.N. (Paul Shortino, Sonic Team)
Classical - Bulkan (Core Design)
Jazz/Blues - Fever (Ray Charles)
Psytrance/Goa - Looking For You (S.U.N Project)
Piano - It’s Too Late (Apparitions Mix) (The Synthetic Dream Foundation)

Yeah I think that’s enough.

But the chances of such a thing are unseemingly high, regardless.

Just who am I? I am win. I am awesome. I am God. I am witty, hilarious, entertaining, intelligent, elitist, versatile, adaptable, non-sequitur, skinny, white, Cherokee, plain, extravagant, minimalistic, and overly decorative. I am non-toxic, made of soy, animal-tested, flammable, slipppery when wet, fragile, not suitable for children, valid thru December, void if damaged, best until 593RL7K, great on everything, kid-tested, mother-approved, poisonous if eaten, machine washable, factory-made, and shouldn’t be used while driving. When you first meet me some assembly may be required, batteries aren’t included, I come with a 1-year warranty, have a manual in 17 different languages and speak only one, I may cause epileptic seizures, I recommend a 15-minute break every hour, come with many features and few options, and should be used under adult supervision. In spending time with me there are no strings attached, no obligations, no hidden fees, some future charges, no catches, no refunds, I’m only 4 easy monthly payments of not $100, but $29.99, you get a 30-day free trial, if you’re not satisfied you’ll get your money back minus shipping, I come with a second Evan, a smaller version, two toasters, three recipe booklets, and a woman in an Igia bathrobe. I’ve got no preservatives, no artificial sweeteners, no caffeine, no sugar, no carbs, no calories, I’m all natural, safe in mass quantities, come in 1-pint,12-ounce, 16-ounce, 20-ounce, 24-ounce, 1-quart, 1-liter, half-gallon, 2-liter, one-gallon, and dual containers, I come in diet, cherry, vanilla, berry, lemon, lime, orange, extreme, and fruit blend flavors and any combination thereof. I’m made from 50% recycled consumer waste, redeemable for 5 cents in participating states within the 48 contiguous united states and the District of Columbia, I’m biodegradable, recyclable, and sport a convenient no-drip spout.

If, after purchasing me, you have any complaints, please take it up with our management at the number printed on the label. If you have the need to bitch about your husband’s burnt finger, your child’s damaged psyche, your dead cat, or any missing feature not listed in the list of features, you should make life easier for me, the company, your family, your friends, your co-workers, your enemies and rivals, and the drivers on the streets who honk at you when you walk across the street during a red light by grabbing a gun loaded with a single bullet and playing Russian Roulette with yourself until you realize you’re being a whiny fuck trying to give good-hearted individuals a hard time with your ungodly lack of logic, missing and failed thought processes, purely nonsensical arguments, and inattentiveness to caution labels and printed warnings. If this entry offends you in any way I advise you to go back and read it again and again until you get it into your head that you’re a shitty customer to cashiers, a terrible family member to your relatives, a fucktard of a neighbor to your friends, and that you spend too much time reveling in your supposed superiority and too little time paying attention to the adhesive labels on cords, bold text in manuals (or any other text beforehand or thereafter), and repeated warnings about how that game may contain mature themes, coarse language, adult situations, and graphic violence unsuitable for those under the age of 17.

I’d like to sum up my point with this brief sentence: He who reads labels leads a life of minimal stress. Of course, if you were lazy enough that you skipped the big bad paragraphs preceding this smaller one, then you are just like what is mentioned in the preceding message. What is mentioned? HOW ABOUT YOU READ IT FOR YOURSELF AND STOP BITCHING ABOUT IT AND ASKING QUESTIONS LIKE A FAT WOMAN WITH A RAISED CHIN INSIDE THE ELECTRONICS DEPARTMENT WHO CAN’T BE FUCKED TO READ TEXT ON A BOX THAT SAYS “REQUIRES TWO AA BATTERIES, NOT INCLUDED.”

This entry brought to you by a random thought in my head.

I am completely aware I said I wouldn’t update this anymore, but someone reminded me of this essay and it works as content, so here it is, my most pointless essay ever.

People often find themselves sitting down in their seat doing some menial task in their day. This task may be writing a check, labeling a school assignment, or even brainstorming an idea. Suddenly, when they least expect it, a thought fills their mind with such utter ambiguity that they simply must get the answer! A thought that remains in the thinker’s mind until an answer is given. People go insane pondering such thoughts. Allow me to enlighten you by placing this very thought into your mind.

What day is today?

Ah, such a difficult question this is! Some people may think back to their past, as much as days behind, attempting to recall every action they performed on each of the previous days. To a few this is easy, as they may only need to travel two or three days into the past. I have heard of those who use the energy to search for a calendar or other object which displays the date. Then there are individuals who have the willpower and concentration to disregard the notion and return to whatever they may have been doing before.

Another odd occurance in one’s day is to feel the day. You might remember waking up on some mornings and say to yourself, “Today is Friday!” Alas, you find out in the late afternoon that you were wrong, and that the day is in actuality, Thursday. How can one incorrectly assume the date? How can one claim a feeling to any one day of the week? ‘Tis a mystery to the psychology of the human mind. Days aren’t always felt ahead of time, but have also been known to be felt late. Sometimes the mind is off by two or even three days!

So now I ask you. What is your most favorable day of the week? How about your least favorite? A common answer among teenagers is Friday, since Friday is the last day of school for the week and they can look forward to an evening of spending time with their friends. I have debated with friends on that matter and have effectively swayed opinions, or at least settled on an agreement. Rather than Friday being the most looked forward to day, I think of Saturday to be an exceptional time.

Saturday is the last day of the week. You are given a chance to finish up anything you had planned previously. If you attend a school which teaches 5 days of the week, you can look forward to another day off! You just wrapped up an entire week of work or studies, and assuming you congregate on Sundays, won’t usually have an obligation such as church to interrupt your leisure. What bad thing could possibly be said about Saturday? I must digress, however, as I have only covered a part of the point I wish to make.

What about my least favorite day of the week? Which day makes me cringe with the mere thought of it? What day with a name so violently gentle to the ears, manifests fear into the very skin that covers my body? Which day blurs my vision when I see the terrible seven letters in their horrific formation? Some may have seen the answer coming upon reading the word “least.”

That dreaded Tuesday! Oh, how I cannot bear even the first hour of Tuesday! If one were to torture me, he best do so on the third day of the week when I am in my lowest mood. Nothing good can come from a Tuesday, as the halfway point of the week is Wednesday. One cannot look forward to a halfway point. What makes the other days so much better, though?

Sunday is the beginning of the week. On this day many religious folk go to mass and many teenagers like to sleep in. The next day is a work day for many, so one must take full advantage of the final stretch of the weekend. God supposedly rested on Sunday, so why shouldn’t we?

Monday is commonly considered the worst day of the week since work and school begins on this day. Too many people look at Monday in a negative manner and too few people take the time to see the beauty that is the second day of the week. Once you gather the strength to arrive at work or school, you have two choices: stay in a bad mood and regret having woken up, or motivate yourself to enjoy the week. Monday is everyone’s opportunity to get into the working attitude for the week so they can operate at a better efficiency, and thus remain in a more positive mood.

Wednesday has more letters than any other day’s name. I have the perfect explanation for why the large number fits the position of Wednesday in the order of days. Wednesday is the very heart of the week. On one side there are three days, and on the other side are three more days. The pinnacle of the week is marked by the nine letters of Wednesday, your day to look in the mirror and announce, “I’m halfway through, it’s all downhill from here!”

Thursday is a peculiar day. I have always found myself connecting with Thursday on an emotional level. Perhaps I feel Thursday so strongly because Wednesday precedes it. I have finished a bit more than half the week already, which is motivation to keep going and wrap the endeavor. Thursday does not have a large amount to be proud of, although there is nothing negative about him. He is more like the person who hovers around your circle of friends, trying to gain acceptance. Well, my friends, I have accepted Thursday as a good day, so give him a chance.

Friday is arguably the most enjoyable day of the week. I frequently hear the reasoning that Friday is the end of the work week and that people enjoy getting together for a party or gathering of some sort. I hear that the weekend follows Friday, so sleeping for extra hours is a likely action. I ask people why they feel Friday is the best day instead of Saturday, telling them that Friday has many hours of work included in the package, while Saturday does not. I typically receive silence, or that Saturday comes before Sunday, which is a day where students do last minute homework. My answer is to do the homework on Friday night. Few people practice this, however.

I have covered many aspects of each of the seven days of the week, both positive and negative. I have dissected the oddities of the week as a whole when brought to the human mind and that dreaded question which generates far too many thoughts at times. Will the human mind ever be able to fully cope with the standard seven-day week? I don’t believe so, as the concept has existed for many a century and gained acceptance among billions. I leave you with a question, one which will hopefully stimulate a neuron or two in your brain:

What day of the week do you like best?

In recent days my personal blog has been evolving in an interesting direction, and this blog has been getting ignored for days at a time.  I simply do not have enough material to keep it going.  It’s amazing, because I’m the kind of guy who always has a strange idea or few in his head, just waiting to be explained to some unknowin individual.  I will not close this blog, and I will still read any comments that are made on it, sometimes responding to the good ones.  Maybe I will come back every so often and make a new entry, effectively rendering this post invalid and untrue.  In the meantime, my efforts are too focused on my personal blog and the forums I frequent.

As far as I know, I had two regular readers, if you can consider my intermittent posts regular, that is.  That’s not what bothers me, it’s just the lack of content.

But hey, what’s an outro without a good closer?

Jotsheet

Is to convert a girl.  No, not her religion.  Her interests.  Some may be asking me to themselves, “Why?  Why would you do that Q?  Shouldn’t you love them for who they are?”

Well, yes, I will love them for who they are.  I’m just planning on changing who they are so I love them more.  Mind you, my brother has already converted one, and very successfully, I might add.  So successfully, in fact, that her current boyfriend is irritated at her for these strange activities in which she partakes.

So what exactly do I want to change?  It’s not so much a goal in some cases, because I already know some exist that are pre-packaged for my convenience (and others’ inconvenience).  Those are the rare finds, the treasures of this world.  When
a man meets a woman who shares the man’s most conveted interests, he can’t help but find himself quickly attached to
her.  It really is a sight to behold.

So, let’s assume I find a girl I like, and she just so happens to have her own set of interests which tend to conflict with mine.  Female readers will tell me, “You should convert her, she should convert you!”  Sorry, but life just doesn’t work this way.  The common manly characteristics are sports, beer, sex, and a good home theater.  The common womanly characteristics are emotions, reading, cleanliness, and the perfect furniture arrangement (biased and sexist, but it’s what I’ve observed, not only what I’ve heard).  Men are known for their lack of emotions, we prefer the screen to the paper, don’t give a damn if something’s
dirty, and our perfect furniture arrangement is the couch in front of the TV with the remote on our beer-bellies.  It’s easier for a woman to see the entertainment in sports, drink beer, have sex, and love a good sound system.
Mind you all, there are exceptions to all of these!

So, here is what would define my kind of woman:

• Loves a good joke or hundred
• Enjoys electronic dance music of at least one type, preferably psytrance
• Thinks internet humor is minimalistically sophisticated and hilarious
• Watches a large number of movies
• Hates Will Ferrell
• Finds TV to be degrading and a waste of time (more on this in a future entry)
• Is able to live without relying on meat as a primary food source
• Is Asian

Ok, so not all of these are things that can be changed in a person, but it’s a good starting list.  I’ve successfully gotten one person into psytrance so far (not a girl), and introduced internet humor to my brother with no difficulties.  He has yet to fully appreciate it, but he’s into it plenty enough.

For your information, my brother converted his previous girlfriend:

• She listens to trance and dance on a semi-regular basis
• She watches anime on a regular basis
• Lost her virginity, loves sex
• Plays games (albeit not that well)

I think her current boyfriend accepts the gaming factor, but he can’t stand EDM, hates anime, and I’m not sure how far they’ve gone.

By the way, can anyone tell me what the hell happened to the text wrapping in this entry?  I tried to fix it the best I could, but wow.

This is for those unlikely readers from Hawaii who have not read this yet.)

First off, let’s start with the ground. Yes, the ground. I’ve been to two other waterparks, Watertown USA and Six Flags: Hurricane Harbor (formerly known as Wet ‘n Wild). Watertown was a flatland of a park, causing much of the ground to be wet. Hurricane Harbor usually had a material that was more insulated, so you could go longer on dry feet even on a 110 degree day. However, at HWAP, the ground is always hot, and finding wet spots is a bitch due to the strangely long walks in between rides and lack of insulated concrete/rubber ground. To add to this, the architect/person in charge of the ground decided to use grooved surfaces randomly. This made walking not only more painful, but awkward since it was so sudden. The grooved surfaces were used in one good spot: the walk up the mountain to the Cliffhanger and Lavaflow rides. The ground gets steep at one point, so it’s good to have the added friction to prevent you from slipping on the common material, which in itself is somewhat slippery at times. The park director(s) also find it amusing to place mats in the most useless places, and even when you find them there aren’t many. On a positive note, though, putting the park on a mountain was a nice touch, since steps were uncommon and you got to look at a lot of scenery on the way to rides.

Of course, a waterpark is not a waterpark without the rides, and those are typically the main attractions, so how were they? I went on all of the non-kiddie rides, and I don’t remember all of the names. The Lavaflow and the Cliffhanger rides were located near the top of the mountain. Lavaflow required mats which were at the bottom of the slide in small numbers, so you sometimes had to wait a moment or two before being ready to make your way up. When you get a mat, it’s time to literally hike up the mountain. I kid you not when I saw that the average person will be somewhat fatigued once they reach the line, which usually isn’t too long due to the lack of mats. Since the Lavaflow has four slides, the lines move fast, further evidence they need more mats available. The Cliffhanger was similar to the Der Stuka at Hurricane Harbor, but was shorter, about half the length. It’s basically a steep downward slope you go on feet first. The length of the line of this ride is a mystery until you reach it since you cannot see any part of it from the bottom.

Next up we have two innertube rides. One uses a dual yellow innertube, while the other uses a white three-person innertube. The yellow tube ride had four slides, one was a tunnel. I rode the one with the tunnel, which turned out to be a decent experience, but even Watertown’s tunnel rides were better, and those were single-person. The key to a good tunnel ride is a sudden drop in the middle with sharp turns. There were no drops in any HWAP ride, and only the three-person ride had sharp turns, which were only comparable to post-drop because my brother intentionally rocked the tube. Both rides lacked the basic necesseties of tunnel and tube rides.

Flowrider, the surfing ride. This one costs $2 for a single run, $5 for an all-day bodyboard pass, and $10 for an all-day surfing pass. Put simply, Hurricane Harbor did not charge for its surfing simulator.

Then we have a set of basic slides, some being tunnels. Very basic, not exciting, and one was a poor attempt at mimicking Hurricane Harbor’s Shotgun Falls, which fires you out at high speeds and at a decent height, making for a nice landing in the water. The only decent slide of this group was the blue tunnel, which had minimal light. Of course, the fundamental feature of such a tunnel is to color it black, making it much more mysterious and enticing, while at the same time being repellant.

The wavepool of HWAP was better than that of Watertown’s, but I cannot say about Hurricane Harbor since it’s been too long. The waves were large in this one. HWAP’s lazy river is equal to Watertown’s. About the same length, but Watertown keeps your attention with various water obstacles, while HWAP only has natural scenery and the occasional waterfall, only one of which being an actual obstacle. It is senseless to compare the lazy river of Hurricane Harbor since it’s far too long, more powerful, and is used as alternative transportation throughout the park.

Finally, we have The Shaka. This was the best ride in the park, though not our group’s favorite. (Lavaflow was our favorite since four could race at once.) The Shaka was a very competitive ride within our group, since we made it a goal to make it as high as we could on the other side. Hold out your hand and make a shaka. The ride is meant to look similar to the shape formed by your palm, thumb, and pinky. You start from one side, and if you have a heavier person in front, you’ll slide fairly high on the other side. In the end, two mokes ended up making a brief hook with their toes on the other side, putting a stop to our group’s competition.

Now the principle of HWAP. It’s retarded. Seriously. First off, there is a waterpark in Hawaii. Second, it’s IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. Third, tourists visit frequently. Tell me, everyone, why are tourists coming to Hawaii, making long drives out to Bumfuck, then going to a waterpark? It baffles me.

Anyway, the $34 price of HWAP is certainly not worth it, and most people will agree with me on that point. I paid $17, and even that was pushing it. To add to this, the park is only open for 6 hours in the day. Other parks are open for 1-3 hours longer. If you get the chance to go, make sure you aren’t the one paying for it.

I recently blew my load on a small roach, instantly killing it.

Yours truly,
Q

There are a number of reasons and a few perspectives as to why I like Asian women more than other races of women.

One perspective stated by my brother involved my tendency to be different. I’m a white guy, and most white guys tend to go for white girls. Since the majority of white people heavily prefer other white people, naturally I’ll be more attracted to the one they don’t typically go for, in this case, Asians.

Another perspective involves a bit of psychology. I’ve always been attracted to cute things, or things that could be described as innocent. Asian girls (not the ones portrayed in US media) are commonly portrayed as cute. White girls are often portrayed as being sexy, or hot. You might ask me, “What about cute white girls?” Let me continue…

I have an affinity, possibly a near-fetish, for the color white. If something is white, chances are I’m going to be more attracted to it. This includes white walls, white clothes, and yes, white skin. I prefer white skin over darker skin, and here is where my previous point comes into play more: It’s difficult to find white girls with the white skin tone.

Going into culture, now. I dislike the American culture in many ways (only parts of it, not everything). I’ve found the Japanese culture to be more polite and peaceful, though this is fading due to bad influences from the States. Since I like the Japanese culture more, naturally, I’ll be more attracted to the girls raised there, as they will be practicing the favored culture.

This next part is a bit stereotypical, but it true for the most part. That is sluttiness. I don’t like it. (This doesn’t mean I am unattracted to sluts.) Slutty girls are often considered sexy by those around them. They have attitudes I disdain and have a self-image that is a bit annoying. You’ll notice the more innocent girls are considered cute, and are not as tactful at dressing slutty as the sexy ones are.

There are also material reasons, but those are far more subjective than what I just mentioned. And yes, I have thought about this topic that much over time.

Yesterday I signed up for a profile on a new social networking site called Zoints.  I am a small-time member of the community which runs this company, and we hope to make Zoints the best social networking service on the internet, possibly changing the way internet communities work.  The features of the profiles are much more customizeable than that of MySpace and TagWorld, and it’s far easier to find people with similar interests to yours.  Zoints also offers the chance to start your own vBulletin forum at no cost to you, and in the future of it (depending on how it grows and how you treat it), you could make money off of it.  Currently, I believe the forum option is available only to the community which I am a part of.  I may apply for a forum in the near future if I come up with a good idea for it.  Here is my Zoints profile:

http://qklilx.zoints.com

If you please, I would like you all to sign up for Zoints.  If you join from my profile, I will automatically be added as your referrer, otherwise type “qklilx.”  After you spiff up your page a bit, I’ll see if your page is approved, and if it is, I’ll receive two style points for use on Living With Style, the community where Zoints emerged.  Yes, this entry just turned into some pyramid scheme of sorts, but my reward isn’t much and the effort needed on your part is minor, while the benefits can potentially be great.

Keep them in mind, because they’ll grow.