What language do I think in?

This question has bugged me for ages and even as a bilingual person I still have no definite answer. I speak two languages fluently: English, and my native language, Malayalam. Even though I speak both fluently, the only one that I can comfortably read or write is English. Anyone who has heard me on the phone with my parents knows that I can switch seamlessly between the two, so I'm guessing the same would theoretically apply to my thought process as in I could probably switch easily between the two. Other than those, I have attempted to learn these languages at various points of my secondary school education: Hindi, Sanskrit, and Spanish. I can't construct a proper sentence in any of those, so the only reason I'm mentioning it is to illustrate that I am horrible at picking up new languages. (In fact, part of the reason I picked Engineering in college: no language requirement)I know English because that's what I've been learning at school since I can remember and I know Malayalam from family and growing up in an area where it was the main spoken language. Ok, so that's my background. Now back to the ten dollar question.

This will sound stupid, but I've tried to catch myself off-guard during thought to see what language I conduct my business in. Obviously this doesn't work because you can't fool yourself. (Unless ofcourse you're "The Todd").
Welcome back. As I was saying, tricking myself doesn't work because I'm not smart enough to outsmart me. So the next best thing I could do was just try to analyze the very basics of my thought process. When I'm faced with a decision how do I analyze the choices? How do I rationalize or try to make sense of something? . The best answer I can come up with is that I don't think in a language per se. I think more in terms of concepts. Rather than lengthy sentences, it is usually clusters of abstract objects. The more I thought about that, the more it made sense. I bet this is how everybody thinks, even the monolinguals. Spoken language is too clumsy for thought. Language was constructed for clarity and context at the expense of speed. When you're thinking to yourself, you know the context and there's no need for clarity. Thinking in languages would immensely slow down the thought process.

Imagine you're waiting in line to order food. You don't think "I don't feel like a burger. I'm gonna go for the nuggets". In your mind that entire line of thought happens in about second as "no burger, mmm nuggets" That's because you don't have to explain to yourself that you don't feel like getting the burger. You already know that. No need for clarity. This is different than when you're practicing something in your head before saying it. Obviously, then you're going to think like an actual drawn out conversation because thats what you're practicing for. The type of thinking I'm referring to is the decision making kind.

Anyway, if people actually read this, leave a comment about how you think you think and if you're monolingual, bi, trans etc. I basically want to know if my theory about conceptual thinking is correct.
Thanks.

Carl is pissed

Carl from ATHF on the Mitchell Report.

Finals

Final exams are the playoffs of the education system. They are at the end of the season(semester), you have to actually perform at a certain level during the semester to get there(for it to make a difference), and it has the potential to significantly change your outcome that year. You can't bomb everything during the semester and hope you make up for it in the finals. Most finals usually count between 25-40% of your grade; this means you have to go in with aleast a 35-20 average AND ace the final to make any difference(go from an F to a D). But for someone going in with a reasonable grade, a final has the potential to swing you anywhere from a D to an A.
It's unbelievable how much those two hours at the end of the year mean. That finals aura is palpable in the collective mood of the entire school. Everyone is tired, shabby, and rocking the coffee stained sweatshirt and/or the playoff stubble. Diet is mostly of the fatty and oily variety. Laundry machines and showers see very little action.
The main topic of conversation leading up to and during finals: "How many do you have?". You curse the guy who has none, silently rejoice in front of the poor bastard who has 5, and express your sympathy for the one who has consecutive 2-a-days.
You start off optimistic about a decent grade but as they go on, you slog through just praying for it all to be over. That feeling when you hand in that last one...joy isn't quite it; you're likely too tired to for joy or happiness. Relief is more like it. Done! Time to go straight home and crash.
That day can't come any sooner.

So Damn Lazy...

Sad. I'm too lazy and unmotivated to post on here, an activity I created specifically to waste time. I suck at sucking. This is why I'm fairly confident that I won't ever commit suicide. It's too much work.

So I got a Blag

I used to hate blags. Mostly because I didn't think anyone would care that you found undigested peas when you peeked after you got off the throne. (Don't even deny it. Everyone does this).
Then sometime last semester, a friend of mine was telling me a story and told me to read his blag entry for the full scoop. I was studying for a fields exam and thought this would be a great way to procrastinate. It was. Reading blags now ranks in my "Top 5 Procrastination Tools".
Since then I've wanted to start writing my own. Maybe it's my generous nature that wishes to help other souls needlessly waste time instead of being productive. Maybe it's my arrogance that people will actually find my writing even mildly entertaining. I really don't give a shit.
Anyway, I registered on blagger over the summer.(Side note: Google will take over the world) For some reason I felt a weird urge to comment on the Clemens signing. I made one entry, hated it, but decided to leave it on there because I'm too badass to delete it.
Recently I started having rumblings about resurrecting this shit again. Not much of a resurrection considering I've made one shitty post. Whatever. Point is, I've got work to do, so to waste time, I'll start making pointless entries.
I don't know what I'll write about. I have a lot of random thoughts about a lot of issues, so I guess I'll start putting those in black and white. (I can guarantee a strong sprinkling of such cliches). These issues range from sports, highway driving, society, music, mactards, politics, drinking, religion, school, beerpong, TV, grammar,cops and punting babies. It won't be offensive, but it might offend some people. (Big difference).
One thing it won't be is a summary of my daily life because a) my life is very boring and b) who the fuck wants to read that?
mmm k? let's do this.

Clemens' Start Pushed Back...Again

ESPN reports that Roger Clemens' much awaited return to the Yankees will be delayed again. The Texan flamethrower was scheduled to pitch today against the Pirates but has backed out because of "terrifying nightmares" that kept him up all night. Clemens added, "I'm almost 45 years old. At this age s**t like that can be extremely unsettling."