Dude, you guys all suck. I win the prize. When I see you I'm jumping on your back because you all owe me a piggy back ride. If not for the simple fact of me winning, but moreover becuase it's the only thing that can bring me through the emotional trauma I'm dealing with in response to your losing entrees. Thank you, and good day.
December 28, 2004
December 26, 2004
Joy to the World and Stuff
Long time, no post, eh? Well, since I've decided not to go to sleep tonight due to what I'm sure would result in my oversleeping otherwise and I thought to myself, self, what could you do with this extra time? The answer came to me. A blog. Ahh, yes, it is time to post once more.
Christmas.
Cactus
Ham
Rad
Iggy Pop
Saucy
Tubuliscious
Merry (and Mary)
Aardvark
Sasquatch
Ah, yes... All of these things carry so much Christmas meaning in them, I shouldn't even have to describe why.
OK, I've been doing some thinking, and I have a great idea. Nerd pickup lines. They're really the way of the future, and also the newest competition. Whoever comes up wiht the best pickup line get's a piggy back ride. Here's a couple of mine to kick it off:
Christmas.
Cactus
Ham
Rad
Iggy Pop
Saucy
Tubuliscious
Merry (and Mary)
Aardvark
Sasquatch
Ah, yes... All of these things carry so much Christmas meaning in them, I shouldn't even have to describe why.
OK, I've been doing some thinking, and I have a great idea. Nerd pickup lines. They're really the way of the future, and also the newest competition. Whoever comes up wiht the best pickup line get's a piggy back ride. Here's a couple of mine to kick it off:
- Hey baby, your legs are just like pi (3.14); they go on forever!
- Hey darlin, you must have a strong gravitational force, because I'm stuck in orbit around your heavenly body!
Be creative, and have fun with it. That is all!
December 19, 2004
Save me from myself
So I'm sitting here, Sunday morning, 2 days into the Christmas break, and already I am bored. People, save me from boredom! Let's get together sometime and go lawn bowling... or something... (probably not lawn bowling actually)
December 16, 2004
Oh, I wonder wonder wonder ooh ah ooh...
Hi, how are you (and be honest...)?
What's in a wonderball...
What's in a wonderball...
December 09, 2004
In the days of old...
Why can't there be sweet stories like this in english:
Once upon a time there wa a dragon.
The end.
Once upon a time there wa a dragon.
The end.
December 05, 2004
Complexity, complexity, complexity
The past wek has lead to some revalations. I add nothing nothing pertaining to the condition of said revelations because I'm not sure what to make of most of them. Some things are starting to make sense. Some are making my head hurt. I'm going to just start addresing issues as I think of them.
Masculine team (not to be confused): You guys (and gals) rock. A better group of friends is hard to come by. I really appreciate the growing bond amongst all of us. Megan, I believe we should think of another position besides team bicycle for you, though.
Girls (this applies to all of you): sometimes I just don't know what to do with you. I never have any clear perception of what's going on in your heads. Good Golly, sometimes I could cry.
Michelle: I'd like to meet up with you sometime. Although, I'd rather not mention why on here.
Kyl: I know you don't read this, but I'm really glad things are getting back on track for you. I hope the best for your future.
MHRA: We're gonna get you, Mel...
Me: You're such a sissy. Buck up and shut up.
Mornings: You suck. Also, I'm not funny when you're around. I think I'm going to speak less in your presence.
society: Get lost. There's no way not to conform to you anymore. There's no way to be original. We're all told to submit to standards which benifit the few instead of the many. I hate you. I want to create a new you. A place which actually represented my views.
Testosterone: Expand your retinue. All it ever is with you is girls and beating the crap out of things. Lose the pent up rage and eye for the ladies for a day or two. You're making me tired.
Head: stop hurting.
Mormons: Women have been scantily clad on wall hangings since the times of old. All it is is the appreciation of the female figure. I do happen to be a fan. Although, I will bend on one issue; Ms. Electra can go, the skank...
Well, I feel only slightly better. This is lame. Even on my own blog I can't post what I'm feeling. Is it so emberassing, so secrative, that my closest friends can't view it? What do I want? How do I fgure tat out? When did this start? Why can't I end it? Why is my only form of relief to sit blankly in front of a white screen? When did it become my goal to be trendy? Why do I feel like the only one who's ever dealt with these problems? Why can't I see the forest for the trees?
I equate life at the moment to driving with only one contact lense. I'm moving forward, but only because it's routine. Should I take a new path, I may hit something. I can see a picture, but the details are fuzzy. There is uncertainty in these waters that I tread.
I admire Megan so much. To give up what makes her unhappy and just start anew. I want to hang out with you. We can go to starbucks. Give me a call when you have some free time. I'll pay. I think your time would make me happiest right now.
My eyes are welling. I've tapped on something. I don't remember the last time I cried. That makes me question my character. There are so many flaws. I couldn't begin to name them all.
This still isn't helping. My thoughts are random, sporadic, lacking concentration. I'm tired, and yet I know I can't sleep. The stress of finals is gone, and now replaced by a new, ominous, feeling. I am surrounded and yet so alone. There are so many good people, all I have to do is reach out a hand. It's too bad I'm terrified to do that.
List of things I so desire:
Masculine team (not to be confused): You guys (and gals) rock. A better group of friends is hard to come by. I really appreciate the growing bond amongst all of us. Megan, I believe we should think of another position besides team bicycle for you, though.
Girls (this applies to all of you): sometimes I just don't know what to do with you. I never have any clear perception of what's going on in your heads. Good Golly, sometimes I could cry.
Michelle: I'd like to meet up with you sometime. Although, I'd rather not mention why on here.
Kyl: I know you don't read this, but I'm really glad things are getting back on track for you. I hope the best for your future.
MHRA: We're gonna get you, Mel...
Me: You're such a sissy. Buck up and shut up.
Mornings: You suck. Also, I'm not funny when you're around. I think I'm going to speak less in your presence.
society: Get lost. There's no way not to conform to you anymore. There's no way to be original. We're all told to submit to standards which benifit the few instead of the many. I hate you. I want to create a new you. A place which actually represented my views.
Testosterone: Expand your retinue. All it ever is with you is girls and beating the crap out of things. Lose the pent up rage and eye for the ladies for a day or two. You're making me tired.
Head: stop hurting.
Mormons: Women have been scantily clad on wall hangings since the times of old. All it is is the appreciation of the female figure. I do happen to be a fan. Although, I will bend on one issue; Ms. Electra can go, the skank...
Well, I feel only slightly better. This is lame. Even on my own blog I can't post what I'm feeling. Is it so emberassing, so secrative, that my closest friends can't view it? What do I want? How do I fgure tat out? When did this start? Why can't I end it? Why is my only form of relief to sit blankly in front of a white screen? When did it become my goal to be trendy? Why do I feel like the only one who's ever dealt with these problems? Why can't I see the forest for the trees?
I equate life at the moment to driving with only one contact lense. I'm moving forward, but only because it's routine. Should I take a new path, I may hit something. I can see a picture, but the details are fuzzy. There is uncertainty in these waters that I tread.
I admire Megan so much. To give up what makes her unhappy and just start anew. I want to hang out with you. We can go to starbucks. Give me a call when you have some free time. I'll pay. I think your time would make me happiest right now.
My eyes are welling. I've tapped on something. I don't remember the last time I cried. That makes me question my character. There are so many flaws. I couldn't begin to name them all.
This still isn't helping. My thoughts are random, sporadic, lacking concentration. I'm tired, and yet I know I can't sleep. The stress of finals is gone, and now replaced by a new, ominous, feeling. I am surrounded and yet so alone. There are so many good people, all I have to do is reach out a hand. It's too bad I'm terrified to do that.
List of things I so desire:
- courage
- patience
- understanding
- wisdom
- compassion
- time
- a companion
- a new life
- reassociation with my faith
- a shoulder
- a hug
One of these days I'll get though being a teenager. my understanding will become more clear. How impervious I thought I was. How saddening to realize I am only human. I apologize to anyone who is still reading this. It's become more of an outpouring than a blog post. I want you all to have a great day. Good luck on the new trimester, and merry christmas. I know it's early, but at the rate that I post now, it might be new years before I post again.
God Bless
November 23, 2004
A run, a chat, a ride
It's cold, dark, and wet outside, I have a runny nose and a sore throat, I've been feeling down in the dumps, and yet I've done it. Today I went outside and just ran. Half an hour, in fact. To some that may not seem much, but to me it was an event.
"Why would you go and do that, you dummy?" some might ask. And for them I have this to say: because it works. If you ever need to clear your head, go for a "run." Take yourself and do something mindless, something exhausting, and something by yourself. Running gets you in shape; makes you ready to take on the world. Physical exhaustion supersedes its mental counterpart and leaves you with a clear mind. Solitude, if only temporary, allows you to leave your self conciousness behind. This is why I ran. But on top of that, I felt one other thing to trump all others. Attainment. After a long bout of lackluster accomplishments I felt the true taste of success. To push myself beyond what I assumed to be my means and make the unlikely happen. However, things shouldn't and won't stop there. So much needs to be done. This concept has to expand. Beyond running, beyond my own goals, this realization needs to encompass everyone.
Jennifer, when you read this, I'd like to say that I meant what I said about you. And thank you for being online at the right time. You are definately included in my christmas list. =)
And on to the ride... In an effort to be a good citizen and brother I'm giving my brother a lift back to the pool. I'm so selfless. It's really amazing.
A quick reminder: still keep the trend of complimentation in your comments. It really feels good to say them.
"Why would you go and do that, you dummy?" some might ask. And for them I have this to say: because it works. If you ever need to clear your head, go for a "run." Take yourself and do something mindless, something exhausting, and something by yourself. Running gets you in shape; makes you ready to take on the world. Physical exhaustion supersedes its mental counterpart and leaves you with a clear mind. Solitude, if only temporary, allows you to leave your self conciousness behind. This is why I ran. But on top of that, I felt one other thing to trump all others. Attainment. After a long bout of lackluster accomplishments I felt the true taste of success. To push myself beyond what I assumed to be my means and make the unlikely happen. However, things shouldn't and won't stop there. So much needs to be done. This concept has to expand. Beyond running, beyond my own goals, this realization needs to encompass everyone.
Jennifer, when you read this, I'd like to say that I meant what I said about you. And thank you for being online at the right time. You are definately included in my christmas list. =)
And on to the ride... In an effort to be a good citizen and brother I'm giving my brother a lift back to the pool. I'm so selfless. It's really amazing.
A quick reminder: still keep the trend of complimentation in your comments. It really feels good to say them.
A room of my own
I think Virginia Woolf was definately wrong. I have a room and at least $500 a year, and yet I am still uninspired to write. I want to post about something original and entertaining, and yet all I can think about is gay rights and political prefference. I, however would like to stay away from both of those for the time being.
I've begun listening to large amounts of classical music. Having downloaded somewhere along the line of 15 albums in the past week, I would say I'm set for a while. A much easier listen when your trying to get some work done.
Despite my growing amount of music it would seem that I have lost any and all will to lead a meaningful life. Nothing is important anymore. School is a drag, the future seems bleak, and in the words of an old favorite, "resistance is futile." Maybe I just don't know how to deal with depression. A class discussion in english today covered male/female traits. Emotionally speaking, people tend to believe men don't have any. We're vague and detatched. I don't really think this the case, but rather that we have no idea how to handle it. It's hard to understand what I'm feeling most of the time, which I think has lead to a few unfortunate events in recent history. Do things ever clear up?
Speaking of class discussions, I'm also lead to believe that Ms. Denny reads my blog. I'm ok with that I guess, but I would make a request: Register an account of your own, if only to post a comment on your thoughts or responces. As far as the book we are currently reading is concerned, you've cleared up a couple items, and I do appreciate your efforts in attempting to calm the storm of discontent among your students.
I can't think of anything else I'm willing to say. if you'd like to comment, go ahead, but I want you to do one thing: along with whatever you have to say, compliment someone for a job well done. It can be anything, but I don't like they way responces have become on other blogs (including my own), so let's start changing that. Have a great day people.
I've begun listening to large amounts of classical music. Having downloaded somewhere along the line of 15 albums in the past week, I would say I'm set for a while. A much easier listen when your trying to get some work done.
Despite my growing amount of music it would seem that I have lost any and all will to lead a meaningful life. Nothing is important anymore. School is a drag, the future seems bleak, and in the words of an old favorite, "resistance is futile." Maybe I just don't know how to deal with depression. A class discussion in english today covered male/female traits. Emotionally speaking, people tend to believe men don't have any. We're vague and detatched. I don't really think this the case, but rather that we have no idea how to handle it. It's hard to understand what I'm feeling most of the time, which I think has lead to a few unfortunate events in recent history. Do things ever clear up?
Speaking of class discussions, I'm also lead to believe that Ms. Denny reads my blog. I'm ok with that I guess, but I would make a request: Register an account of your own, if only to post a comment on your thoughts or responces. As far as the book we are currently reading is concerned, you've cleared up a couple items, and I do appreciate your efforts in attempting to calm the storm of discontent among your students.
I can't think of anything else I'm willing to say. if you'd like to comment, go ahead, but I want you to do one thing: along with whatever you have to say, compliment someone for a job well done. It can be anything, but I don't like they way responces have become on other blogs (including my own), so let's start changing that. Have a great day people.
November 18, 2004
Denny
I don't like Ms. Denny's class. It seems all we can ever do is talk about women's oppression. I see no point in this as I am not a woman, nor do I opress them. In fact, I find the topic rather frusterating. God did not make man and woman equal in all aspects. If this were the case there wouldn't be man and woman, there would be something more like moman... or maman...
Anyhow, I'm tired of listening to how poor and mistreated women are, because they aren't. They're given more opportunities for success than men, and for no other reason than the fact that we as a people are lead to believe that men are still opressing them.
This is a page I found on the net that basically summarizes my way of thinking at the moment. Feel free to respond regardless of standing on the issue.
http://www.amazoncastle.com/feminism/maleview.shtml
Anyhow, I'm tired of listening to how poor and mistreated women are, because they aren't. They're given more opportunities for success than men, and for no other reason than the fact that we as a people are lead to believe that men are still opressing them.
This is a page I found on the net that basically summarizes my way of thinking at the moment. Feel free to respond regardless of standing on the issue.
http://www.amazoncastle.com/feminism/maleview.shtml
November 17, 2004
Switching things up
I was getting tired of my old blog, so here's the replaement. Hope you like it. Oh, and sooner or later I'll get around to actually putting content into it. In the mean time, have a great day.
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