It’s 5 days afterward, but I managed to finish the PSP CFW installation on the 14th, but I’ve been busy as heck. So on the 14th I managed upgrade up to 4.01 M33 2, which is awesome. Now I can run just about any homebrew application out there save for the ones that are specific to PSP Slims. I couldn’t really decide what to put on the PSP, so I settled for a .txt file editor and an alarmclock. I got this program called a UMDumper, which sound really weird until you remember PSP games are on UMDs. Then it just sounds weird. The UMDumper allows you to copy an entire UMD game to your memorystick so you can play it without the UMD. Now you may be screaming piracy (or not seeing as how no one else seems to mind but me) but I actually have a middle ground stance on this kind of particular piracy. I’m not going to download and keep any games that I can buy at a nearby store. I don’t want to import or deal with getting my parents credit card to buy games via the PSN store. I may download a game that I can buy at the store, but I do it to test out the game, see if its worth buying.
See, I’m a specific pirate. I won’t pirate things like PC games, manga I find super awesome (like Hellsing and Berserk), or movies. But I will pirate things like anime, manga that’s just cool, and music. I know it seems really stupid to be selective with my law/rule breaking, but it’s jsut how I do things.
Anyhow I ran into some troubles trying to get a DCv7 memorystick. DCv7 is the Despertar del Cementerio v7, and it lets you downgrade a PSP Slim whereas the original Magic Jigkick stick I have does not. PSP SLims weren’t meant to use 1.50 firmware, which is what the Jigkick brings a PSP down to. On the other hand, DCv7 bypasses this thanks to Dark_Alex and let’s you install 4.01 M33-2 right off the bat without all the slow stepping I had to do, from 1.50 -> 3.52 M33 -> 3.52 M33-4 -> 4.01 M33 -> 4.01 M33-2. I can’t get it to work, but I am still trying to research and figure out what I’m doing wrong.
One of the main reasons I’ve been busy is that the Santa Teresa Counseling Office wanted 3 mini-letters of recommendation, a completed college application via CommonApps, and a personal statement (and some other minor things) into them by Oct. 15, Friday. See, that is if and only if you need a Letter of Recommendation from the Counseling Office or a Secondary School Report. Turns out, Stanford, the school my parents want me to go to, needs a Secondary School Report. I tried busting my ass to get my teachers to write the letters, and filling out the applications stuff, and all this jazz, but I couldn’t do it. I had like, 4 days, and that is just not enough time. The good news is, the Oct 15th deadline was so that the Counselors can finish your Letter of Rec or Secondary School Report by Nov. 1st, Stanford’s deadline for Early Decision. Early Decision is the promise that if you get accepted to the school, you will withdraw all your applications from other schools. Stanford’s regular deadline is January 1st. I decided to cut my losses and focus on my English homework, which I worked on from 4 AM to 5:40 AM, then finished during first period that day.
Whoo boy can I cover a lot of material this blog post. Now that I think about it, this week has been pretty darn eventful for me.
On Friday we played our last game of soccer in PE. We had this little mini-tourny going, but because the kids on other teams weren’t actually trying, Ms. Becking cut the tourny short. The thing is, my competative nature overcame my dislike of soccer to net my team an undefeated record! BOOYAH! 2 wins and a tie lol. The last game kicked ass. The team we were going against cared too, so it was hectic. But we won 3-1. Now, to appease my confused friend Alan, I shall explain why I dislike soccer.
TOO MUCH RUNNING. That it in a nutshell. From bad experiences with school forced soccer games, I am tired of running my ass down the entire field, only to have that one person who either: A) is really good at soccer and keeps the ball from everyone else to play single handedly or B) happens to be standing at the right place at the right time to kick the ball super hard and make all of your running pointless so you then have to turn around and RUN the way you came. Perhaps if I was playing with people I knew and in a fun and competative environment I would like soccer more, but the ratio of fun games to hated games has let you tilt the scales.
Also, on Friday, I got a piece of the field stuck in my toe. The football field we have isn’t real grass. It’s fake grass with these bits of black rubber to simulate dirt I guess? Astroturf? I think so. Anywho, my shoes always get filled with these tiny bits of “crumb rubber” and I guess in the throes of soccer a piece of it became imbedded into my toe. I kid you not. There is a tiny piece of rubber in the big toe of my right foot. It hurts when I put my weight on it, so I have to walk around with my toes up. I was too busy over the weekend and ignored it not knowing what it was at the time.
On Friday after school I went to Ed’s hosue where he showed us some badass Metal Gear Solid 4 cutscences and we watched the first hour and 20 mins of the first Star Wars movie. This was because Ed, a big fan of Star Wars, was shocked so much to hear that I have never watched a Star Wars movie end to end that we planned a movie night to see them all, starting with the first trilogy. However, being realistic we had to cut it down to one movie on Friday, and Alan had to leave for TKD before we could finish the movie. Some other time perhaps. I had planned to go to Silver Creek’s nonfire (traditionally it’s a bonfire but you get the idea) on Friday after I got back, but 1) Martin had said “Homecoming” so I thought it was their Homecoming Dance and not the skits, 2) I got home with like, 10-20 mins to get ready, and 3) because of the earlier explained early morning English Homework I crashed.
Saturday we celebrated my sister Dianna’s (that’s the youngest sister for those of you who don’t remember) 21st birthday party. Technically her birthday is on the 21st, but we don’t have time the weekend after to celebrate, so we did it the weekend before. Oh yeah, before the festivities I had to open and empty 2 year old beer cans and dump them out. We are cleaning out the TV/Computer room to repaint the walls, this being the last room that needs painting, and we are going to replace the vinyl floor with this hardwood floor like thing we bought years ago but never used. So the first can I opened exploded in my face, it being a 2 year old beer can and all. So then I took to opening them upside down with my left thumb, to make the cans explode into the ground. 24 cans later, my thumb hurt like a mother. You know that feeling where your finger hurts like hell because you tried to pull something too hard with your nail and your nail like, pulls away from your finger a bit? Well that’s what happened to me <.<
Sunday, which is today, I had to go to the mall and pick up a new suit in preparation for my sister Julie’s wedding in December. Sunday was really my crash day so yeah. We ate pho for dinenr today, and being the idiot I am I squeezed the lime with my left hand, and the juice created this god awful stabbing pain in my left thumb. It didn’t subside for like, an hour. This pain was mind numbingly intense. I didn’t know what was casuing it, but the pain was excruciating. My mom said that some vessel or soemthing in my thumb had burst and now there was liquid in the thumb that reacted to the lime juice. After dinner she would get a needle and pierce my thumb to let the juices out. WTF!!!!!!!!!! I was shocked, but I remembered on Deadliest Catch a guy got his thumb smashed and a vessel burst, only for him it was super intense and his thumb swelled and turn purple. The solution? The captain got a safety pin, heated the needle with a candle, and pierced through the guy’s nail to let the juices ooze out. My mom said that she wouldn’t go through my nail, but she also said that while the pain would, the liquid would not go away by itself. So after dinner, she would try to help me get the rubber out of my toe and stab my thumb. : (
I was pretty unnerved at the idea of getting my finger stabbed by a needle, and while she was prepping the needle with alcohol to kill bacteria, she then proclaimed in Vietnamese, “That’s odd, I don’t see the bubble anymore.” She stabbed into my thumb (OMG this hurts jsut thinking about it) and was confused as to why the expected liquids weren’t draining. She then stabbed another spot before saying, “Well how things go tomorrow.” : (
She checked out my toe and said that by now it was too dark and she would try to get out the piece of rubber tomorrow. Of course she attempted to stab my toe with the needle before I asked her, “How is that going to help at all?”
I notice I have to explain a lot of things in my blog posts, but eh. This weekend was a rollercoaster in short.
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