Further Undertale Confessions

Here are some things that I missed:

At the end, I went back and talked to every single living thing in the game. Even the rock.

I took the locket but not the blade. It felt like the right thing to do.

I got two Nice Cream punch cards, but could never cache them in.

My favorite character is Papyrus.

My favorite enemy is the Tsunderplane.

My least favorite enemy is the eye bully dude. I ran away from him.

I am both glad and disappointed that Yanderplane was not a character.

I did not even pick up on the fact that the beginning was a to-Toriel.

I let the flower hit me at the start.

I completed the crossword before advancing.

I found the tutu, but left it there. I still don't know why.

I had befriended everyone but Alphys prior to the thing.

I spent two hours last night in the darkness thinking about an Undertale story. Now I have to write it.

I really wanted to eat that burger. But the game wouldn't let me.

Undertale Confessions

I wrote most of this before, then left to see if it was "catdog" or "hotcat." Of course it was hotcat. When I came back, everything was deleted.

I ate the snowman. I was trying to put it down, and I accidentally ate it.

That was the only thing I ever ate outside of battle. I just forgot that I could.

I REALLY wanted to just kill that stupid flower at the end, but my sister stopped me. I'm glad she did, because the murder ending is boring.

Undertale autocorrects to Undertake.

The fight with the muffin spider was hard. This was because I had no food. Eventually, I caved and bought a single hotcat for the fight. It was kinda easy then. (Only took three more tries)

Apparently, beating it with just one food item takes skill. Therefore, I have skill. Woo.

Oddly enough, even though it made me really mad, the thought of attacking the spider never even crossed my mind.

The big dude killed me three times.

I beat the flower on the first try.

My favorite part was the duck.

My least favorite part was at the end when the duck didn't play its music.

I will never play Undertale again. It seems mean.

I was on the lookout for a man who spoke in hands. Sadly, I never met him. I later found him on YouTube.

The first time I ever ran away was in the fight with the fish. I was too busy laughing at the animation to run, and so my character didn't actually move.

If you play Genoside, Undertale is dark. I know this through videos, as playing Genoside is something I could never do sober.

My favorite fight was with Metaton, whose name I can't spell.

I should really be working right now.

So... Undertale.

I finished Undertale today. And World Trigger. And Skullkickers, a while ago.
Yeah. I had wanted to play Undertale for a while.
My sister made me start a few days ago.
It's pretty darn great.
...
Also, I can't speak much in one line.
These text boxes are small.
...
It's a strange feeling.
The feeling of being done with something you love.
Reminds me of when Summer was over.
You feel like you've lost something.
Even though you haven't.
And you feel like you've won something.
Because you have.
And a part of you wants to do it again.
And a part of you wants to stay like this.
And a part of you wants to shout it's name from the rooftops.
And a part of you wants everyone to find it for themselves.
And there is also a small, tiny part of you...
whose heart is broken...
because nobody will ever, ever do it the way you did it.
Or feel it the way you felt it.
Ever.
Again.
Or maybe that's just me.
...
And there is another part of you.
And another.
Almost as if you're a complex human being.
And you feel alive.
So alive that you feel like dying.
So alive that you feel like living.
And then, if you're me, you try to capture that feeling by writing it down and it doesn't really work but it's fine because you can't really write any of it down in a way that does justice to it because it's a feeling, and feelings just don't work that way.
...
But, no matter what you feel.
It's still over.
You won. Or something.
And now...
there is nothing left to do.
...
Heh.
Ah, who am I kidding?
There's everything left to do!
All good things come to an end.
Because they have to make room for BETTER THINGS!
There are still other games.
Other comics.
Heck, World Trigger isn't even really over, there's a new one every Saturday!
There's still so much to do.
And so much to see.
And... looking into the future spreading out ahead of you...
It fills you with DETERMINATION!

Why am I so good at math?

I'm better now. And, lately, I've been thinking about math. Because it's been brought to my attention that I'm good at it. You see, I proved something I called Andres's Cool Theorem shortly before winter break. Long story short, a couple months later it was revealed that Andres's Cool Theorem was actually called the Power Rule. Upon hearing that I had never heard of the Power Rule, my math friends told me to "leave" on account of me needing to be in a higher math. So, why was I able to prove this, and find certain other curious mathematical things?

In regards to this, after a lot of soul searching, I came up with two rules that have helped me. The second of these rules, which I came up with first, was derived from something that Commander Badass of Manly Guys Doing Manly Things once said. Essentially, the rule is: always try to be a better person than your past self. Nothing more, nothing less. The way I generally phrase it in my head is "Be a better person than you were yesterday." Of course, it's not like there's any way to actually tell what is new between the today you and the yesterday you. But, if you can't see any difference from yesterday, just be sure to be better than yourself from last year. That's the second rule.

The first rule was just thought of recently. Well, recently as of when I intended to write this, which was a while ago. See, when my friends told me about the Power Rule, that was when I realized I was proper good at math. Just now (so, like, at the beginning of March) I realized how crazy it was getting. At that point, I was finding connections between higher-dimensional systems of algebra and finite geometries via the products of cyclic groups. It's really not as hard as it sounds. But why do I find it so easy?

After a right big think, I think I've found the answer. It's because I let things change me. That's rule 1: "let things change you." Don't be taken for granite, like in that one story which has been lost to time and the internet. If you see a dumb motivational video, take it to heart. If you find a dumb quote you like, write it down. If someone recommends doing something (yes, even if it's dumb), do it. That's how I got started with physics, by reading books recommended by Micheal from VSauce. And that's how I got into math, by reading Matt Parker's book, Things to Make and Do in the Fourth Dimension. Then, when I went to my grandparents', I got a bunch more math books to nerd about (I've almost finished the history of algebra) to further seal my fate. So, yeah, that's why I can do stuff. Those two rules.

Actually, I just got a few new math books, among which are The Magic of Math and The Joy of X, which look similar. But, before I read those, I have to finish the new Masterminds and Hugo Cabret books I've got. But, before I read those, I have to finish Unknown Quantity. But, before I read that, I have to read Chronicle of a Death Foretold, because it's for school. And, eventually, I might finish Red Mars. But first, I have to sleep.

To the future!

Just for the record

Today, Inversion and Conformity joined the Dancing Stars. Neither of them have seperate names; Inversion doesn't want one, Confirmity is fine with just Conformity (we tried to call her Conversion, the made-up opposite of inversion, but she didn't like it). Inversion isn't really the right word, but Subversion is just too strong. Basically, they are the desire to stand out and the desire to fit in. And yes I kinda ripped that off from Subnormality, but I wanted to hire them and they needed themes. Anyways, that's all.

P.S.: Oh, did I say today? I meant YESTERDAY because it's past midnight. Stupid LA.

Why am I so bad at everything?

So, yesterday, I told myself that today I would write a post called "Why am I so good at math?" because it is a question I'd been asking myself for a while, and I think I found an answer that also sums up my philosophy about life and leaves me with a good feeling about the world. That was yesterday.

Today, I am sad. I don't know why, and sometimes that frightens me. When I don't know why I feel things, it feels like I'm lost. Not, like, adrift-in-space lost or surrounded-by-darkness lost or left-behind lost or even just plain old strange-location lost. It's a kind of lost where you know where you are, but nothing else. You don't know what your doing, or who you are, or why you do things, or where the future will take you, or if anything even matters at all. It's like the moment of disorientation when you have just walked into a room, and you don't remember why you're there, but you haven't quite noticed that you don't know why you're there, so you just stand. I mean, it's not like there's anything else to do.

My day went well. I was mostly ignored by the people in my chemistry class, and overspoken (that's not a word, but it should be) by the people in my LA class. In my off period, I finished something I had been working on for a while, and then learned that it was pointless. When I mention that in my math post, it will be a positive thing. Honestly, math class was the highlight of my day, because it was a work day, so I could mostly just hang out.

Wait, scratch that. The highlight of my day was hanging out with Devon during lunch. It was sort of surreal, because we don't talk to each other that often, and today we spent over an hour together. We spent the time talking about nothing, like the wind, or Trump, or cancer, or yo-yos, or books. At one point Devon wondered aloud where Zach was, so I texted him, and we got no answer. Zach's a mutual friend, by the way; he's the reason Devon and I spent time together before.

Sometimes I write a lot. See those last two paragraphs? Those were unplanned. They just happened. Well, that's usually how writing works in general, but still. I was going to spend a lot more time talking about depression and stuff, but I didn't. I'm usually not a sad person. Sometimes, I just get sad. It happens. I get over it.

Also, you should totally read this.