Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Why
Why is it that, as teenage boy and girls, we have to like someone?
Why is it that we have to tell people who, why, when, what, how, and all those other question words?
Why is it that people you don't even know well will bring it up in conversation, like you're best friends and expect you to shout to the heavens I LOVE [insert name here]!
Why is it that we can't be happy with us, our guitars, and our videogames?
Why is that if a guy and a girl are friends someone is going to assume they like each other?
Why is it that we sit on things until they're gone, then our only reaction is "Shit...I should have done something..."
Why is it that I don't know you as well as I want to?
Why is it that Ms Nault is so crazy?
Why is it that I've been 16 for a month and still can't drive?
Why is it that I'm asking all these questions on my blog, where no one can or will answer?
Why is it that I'm typing this?
Why is it that we have to tell people who, why, when, what, how, and all those other question words?
Why is it that people you don't even know well will bring it up in conversation, like you're best friends and expect you to shout to the heavens I LOVE [insert name here]!
Why is it that we can't be happy with us, our guitars, and our videogames?
Why is that if a guy and a girl are friends someone is going to assume they like each other?
Why is it that we sit on things until they're gone, then our only reaction is "Shit...I should have done something..."
Why is it that I don't know you as well as I want to?
Why is it that Ms Nault is so crazy?
Why is it that I've been 16 for a month and still can't drive?
Why is it that I'm asking all these questions on my blog, where no one can or will answer?
Why is it that I'm typing this?
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Why do the bad guys in movies always put a self destruct button on their Doomsday machines?
Wouldn't it be like "Well, at some point someone's going to want to destroy this, let's make it as difficult as possible! Yeah! Just like 'Eff you! Now you have to work to destroy my machine!'" but instead it's like "Well, I'm going to put this giant button, clearly mark it SELF DESTRUCT and put the timer just long enough for the good guy to get to a safe distance."
Now, a real question, why do people make their own self destruct buttons?
My pseudo-aunt makes fun of me, calls me a "heartbreaker" because I tell her stuff. And this stuff usually has to do with girls. That like me. But I don't like them back, so instead of being like "Yeah, ok I'll move on" when I say "I like you as a friend, but not like that" or "You like me way more than I like you," or "No, I won't be your boyfriend" they keep trying, or they go crazy, or they unfriend me on facebook (still laughing at that), which doesn't help either of us. But, I mean, I can't blame them all that much. There's a certain female that I've liked since the 7th grade, which is weird because I usually get over people in a snap. I've given up, sure, but it's still kind of there. Like that little nagging in the back of your head, like "She's so nice to look at."
I'm just now realizing how creepy that phrase is...
But like I said, I've given up, I've accepted it, I know it'll never go farther. Which apparently isn't a factor to one certain girl that apparently really likes me.
I dunno.
And then there are the times you push the self destruct button yourself. Like not saying things you wish you had, but instead ignoring it when every synapse in your body is screaming DON'T DO THIS. YOU CAN STOP THIS.
We all have self destruct buttons. Some are just better guarded than others. Is your's the kind that have several armed guards, or the kind with just a wimpy little glass box?
Now, a real question, why do people make their own self destruct buttons?
My pseudo-aunt makes fun of me, calls me a "heartbreaker" because I tell her stuff. And this stuff usually has to do with girls. That like me. But I don't like them back, so instead of being like "Yeah, ok I'll move on" when I say "I like you as a friend, but not like that" or "You like me way more than I like you," or "No, I won't be your boyfriend" they keep trying, or they go crazy, or they unfriend me on facebook (still laughing at that), which doesn't help either of us. But, I mean, I can't blame them all that much. There's a certain female that I've liked since the 7th grade, which is weird because I usually get over people in a snap. I've given up, sure, but it's still kind of there. Like that little nagging in the back of your head, like "She's so nice to look at."
I'm just now realizing how creepy that phrase is...
But like I said, I've given up, I've accepted it, I know it'll never go farther. Which apparently isn't a factor to one certain girl that apparently really likes me.
I dunno.
And then there are the times you push the self destruct button yourself. Like not saying things you wish you had, but instead ignoring it when every synapse in your body is screaming DON'T DO THIS. YOU CAN STOP THIS.
We all have self destruct buttons. Some are just better guarded than others. Is your's the kind that have several armed guards, or the kind with just a wimpy little glass box?
Thursday, November 4, 2010
"I live for the nights I can't remember. I'll die for the friends I will never forget." isn't really that great of a quote.
The second part sure.
But the "I live for the nights I can't remember" implies that you use, and enjoy the use of, some kind of...object...that would cause you to lose memory. The first thing that comes to mind would be a narcotic or alcohol of some kind. It sounds good sure, but if you have to poison yourself to have a good time, well, that's not something I'd be bragging about.
But the "I live for the nights I can't remember" implies that you use, and enjoy the use of, some kind of...object...that would cause you to lose memory. The first thing that comes to mind would be a narcotic or alcohol of some kind. It sounds good sure, but if you have to poison yourself to have a good time, well, that's not something I'd be bragging about.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Why Modify Yourself?
I want to get this pierced.
I want to get this tattooed
I want to dye my hair this color.
I don't know about you, but I like the way I was born.
I don't plan on getting any tattoos, or piercings, and even if I had hair to dye I wouldn't do it.
I like myself.
My nerdy, stuttering, left handed, awkward, self.
And guess what.
I like you too.
And chances are, if you're reading this you're a good friend of mine, and I don't like you for your piercing. I don't like you for your fancy hair color. I like you for you.
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside,
One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink,
I don't give a hoot about what you think.
I like Weezer.
But not as much as I like myself.
And no where near as I much as I like all of you.
I want to get this tattooed
I want to dye my hair this color.
I don't know about you, but I like the way I was born.
I don't plan on getting any tattoos, or piercings, and even if I had hair to dye I wouldn't do it.
I like myself.
My nerdy, stuttering, left handed, awkward, self.
And guess what.
I like you too.
And chances are, if you're reading this you're a good friend of mine, and I don't like you for your piercing. I don't like you for your fancy hair color. I like you for you.
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside,
One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink,
I don't give a hoot about what you think.
I like Weezer.
But not as much as I like myself.
And no where near as I much as I like all of you.
Monday, November 1, 2010
733 Mammoth Road
I would have posted this a week ago.
But I couldn't.
Because we moved.
But now I have internet.
And I guess that's cool.
This house is fucking gigantic.
I've lived in second story apartments since the 3rd grade. Now I live in a two story house, with a finished basement. So basically, we have the stuff and furniture for an apartment in a full house. So it's not that bad, I guess. Could be better. Could be worse.
I amm wearing a dinosaur hat.
So moving.
I have to take the bus now. That's not fun. This girl I liked in 4th grade is on the bus. "Dated", if you care to use that word at the age of 10. And according to a certain informant of mine she's a "major druggie" now. I wouldn't know, we haven't really talked. A few awkward glances and waves. I explained why I had a pikachu to her.
But that's not what I'm talking about here.
Here,
I'm complaining about moving.
But I can't really complain that much.
It's not that bad once the moving is over.
But the worst part, and only real part I can complain about is the fact that nothing really changed.Every other time I've moved it was to a new school, so there was the excitement and fear of making new friends, and all that good stuff. I sat down in Geometry class Monday and thought to myself
"And nothing changes"
So maybe I was right.
But I couldn't.
Because we moved.
But now I have internet.
And I guess that's cool.
This house is fucking gigantic.
I've lived in second story apartments since the 3rd grade. Now I live in a two story house, with a finished basement. So basically, we have the stuff and furniture for an apartment in a full house. So it's not that bad, I guess. Could be better. Could be worse.
I amm wearing a dinosaur hat.
So moving.
I have to take the bus now. That's not fun. This girl I liked in 4th grade is on the bus. "Dated", if you care to use that word at the age of 10. And according to a certain informant of mine she's a "major druggie" now. I wouldn't know, we haven't really talked. A few awkward glances and waves. I explained why I had a pikachu to her.
But that's not what I'm talking about here.
Here,
I'm complaining about moving.
But I can't really complain that much.
It's not that bad once the moving is over.
But the worst part, and only real part I can complain about is the fact that nothing really changed.Every other time I've moved it was to a new school, so there was the excitement and fear of making new friends, and all that good stuff. I sat down in Geometry class Monday and thought to myself
"And nothing changes"
So maybe I was right.
Friday, October 22, 2010
747 Union Street, Apartment Two
I just spent my day packing
My entire room except my bedding has been locked in way in cardboard boxes.
And now what?
I get to move in a house.
Whoopee.
I'm sure you've told yourself "The recession doesn't effect me, the worst is far away."
If you know me, then it's close.
So, my landlord couldn't afford to pay their mortgage, which means we get kicked out because they're idiots. And now we're moving.
Somewhere that's not in the exact center of Manchester.
Somewhere that's not convenient for any form of walking.
Somewhere that's not enough of a change for it be exciting.
Just somewhere that keeps me from walking home, or to a friend's house, or anything else.
Well.
See ya later buddy.
My entire room except my bedding has been locked in way in cardboard boxes.
And now what?
I get to move in a house.
Whoopee.
I'm sure you've told yourself "The recession doesn't effect me, the worst is far away."
If you know me, then it's close.
So, my landlord couldn't afford to pay their mortgage, which means we get kicked out because they're idiots. And now we're moving.
Somewhere that's not in the exact center of Manchester.
Somewhere that's not convenient for any form of walking.
Somewhere that's not enough of a change for it be exciting.
Just somewhere that keeps me from walking home, or to a friend's house, or anything else.
Well.
See ya later buddy.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Fashion
I went to Kohl's last night for long sleeved shirt, because I haven't bought any since eight grade. I walked in and was like "Is this what it's like when I make my sister come into gamestop with me?". I expected a decent variety in the kind of shirts, as in the patterns and the like. But no. You can choose from poser plaid, emo-wannabe skullz, or boring plain. And this one shirt that reminded me of Kenneth Fox. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I've seen him where the shirt before.
ANY WHO
I was honestly shocked. I just thought everyone wore plaid because it was cool, but apparently it's because you have no other choice. Which is weird, that something as simple as a plaid shirt can infect a store like Kohl's. Kohl's is not a store people go to be fashionable, it's a store people go to because you can get a week and a half worth of outfits for under $100 dollars.
So today, I walked into school expecting to berated "YOU CONFORMED!" "Why is Garrett wearing plaid?" "I'm judging you." But no, I got a few compliments, mostly from my fashion advisors, (briana wong and mary kate lang). Cam Boucher seemed to judge me a bit, but it's ok, because that's what hipsters do according to the internet.
So that's my day in fashion. I'm shocked I made no mention of Elections.
ANY WHO
I was honestly shocked. I just thought everyone wore plaid because it was cool, but apparently it's because you have no other choice. Which is weird, that something as simple as a plaid shirt can infect a store like Kohl's. Kohl's is not a store people go to be fashionable, it's a store people go to because you can get a week and a half worth of outfits for under $100 dollars.
So today, I walked into school expecting to berated "YOU CONFORMED!" "Why is Garrett wearing plaid?" "I'm judging you." But no, I got a few compliments, mostly from my fashion advisors, (briana wong and mary kate lang). Cam Boucher seemed to judge me a bit, but it's ok, because that's what hipsters do according to the internet.
So that's my day in fashion. I'm shocked I made no mention of Elections.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
There's this one kid in my geometry class.
And he's kind of weird.
He's one of those people who you just kinda give that "ok..." look to, and continue your life, but it wasn't until yesterday that I realized how awesome this kid is. He brought a bottle of super glue to school, and after gluing his fingers together we had this conversation.
"Are you gluing a paperclip to your finger?"
"Not to my finger."
He puts the paper clip on a pencil.
"You're going to rule the world one day. You're going to be one of those people who we make fun of and laugh at, but in 20 years, you're going to rule the world. And it's going to be an awesome world."
The day before that he was battling himself in Magic The Gathering. He even explained to me how to play, and gave me a funny look when I mentioned Yu-Gi-Oh cards in 5th grade. I felt like it was the same look I give to people when they compare not crappy videogames to Call of Duty Modern Warfare. That, "You don't know enough about my hobby to pass judgement" look.
So this kid, whose name will be retained for privacy is a rather cool person. I feel like this kid is one of those people who lots of people call him weird, and let him pass, but really he's not a bad guy. I've had some nice conversations with the kid. And truthfully, he's a lot cooler than anyone who's judged him negatively.
So basically, what I'm saying here is that you shouldn't judge people by their cover. Get to know a person first.
He's one of those people who you just kinda give that "ok..." look to, and continue your life, but it wasn't until yesterday that I realized how awesome this kid is. He brought a bottle of super glue to school, and after gluing his fingers together we had this conversation.
"Are you gluing a paperclip to your finger?"
"Not to my finger."
He puts the paper clip on a pencil.
"You're going to rule the world one day. You're going to be one of those people who we make fun of and laugh at, but in 20 years, you're going to rule the world. And it's going to be an awesome world."
The day before that he was battling himself in Magic The Gathering. He even explained to me how to play, and gave me a funny look when I mentioned Yu-Gi-Oh cards in 5th grade. I felt like it was the same look I give to people when they compare not crappy videogames to Call of Duty Modern Warfare. That, "You don't know enough about my hobby to pass judgement" look.
So this kid, whose name will be retained for privacy is a rather cool person. I feel like this kid is one of those people who lots of people call him weird, and let him pass, but really he's not a bad guy. I've had some nice conversations with the kid. And truthfully, he's a lot cooler than anyone who's judged him negatively.
So basically, what I'm saying here is that you shouldn't judge people by their cover. Get to know a person first.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I just wrote the worst Response Paper ever.
I'm not even posting it here.
It will sit on my computer and on Ms Sears desk for the rest of it's unnatural life.
And I listen to Justin Bieber as a reference for this paper.
I didn't enjoy that.
I'm going to bed now.
[EXPLETIVE]!
I forgot to make a cheat sheet for the World History essay tomorrow. [expletive].
It will sit on my computer and on Ms Sears desk for the rest of it's unnatural life.
And I listen to Justin Bieber as a reference for this paper.
I didn't enjoy that.
I'm going to bed now.
[EXPLETIVE]!
I forgot to make a cheat sheet for the World History essay tomorrow. [expletive].
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I think my blog just jumped the shark.
Google it, it'll make more sense.
So I've made the observation that my blog posts are getting less deep, and more like everyone else's just random strings of thought. The PSAT booklet taught me how to use a colon, at least I think I used that right. I feel like a semicolon should have taken the place of that coma.
Where was I?
Oh.
Jumping the shark. Again, google it, I don't know if I'm going to use it in good context.
But yeah
I jumped the shark, so I feel like I should unjump it, get back to my deep and ranty roots. Or maybe that's what my new blog is for? I'll post a link in a second. I can't even keep my mind in this mood, in order to blog about my blog. I dunno. I'll try this one again later. Here's the link.
http://soapboxmetaphor.blogspot.com/
So I've made the observation that my blog posts are getting less deep, and more like everyone else's just random strings of thought. The PSAT booklet taught me how to use a colon, at least I think I used that right. I feel like a semicolon should have taken the place of that coma.
Where was I?
Oh.
Jumping the shark. Again, google it, I don't know if I'm going to use it in good context.
But yeah
I jumped the shark, so I feel like I should unjump it, get back to my deep and ranty roots. Or maybe that's what my new blog is for? I'll post a link in a second. I can't even keep my mind in this mood, in order to blog about my blog. I dunno. I'll try this one again later. Here's the link.
http://soapboxmetaphor.blogspot.com/
i just got called a hipster.
I frequent this videogame site, for reviews and the like, and every now and then I find my on to the forum section. In a topic asking you to describe your "scene" I described myself, only to be called a hipster. Complete with a link to "The Hipster Song" (I commented on it, so it should be on my facebook wall. That or google it, it'll probably come up). After watching the video I realized, technically speaking, that my ideal "cool" is a hipster, with only a few exceptions. It was actually pretty funny.
What else can I ramble about?
I'm wearing my snuggie again, I think it's grown on me (read the next post if you haven't already for more on that subject). It's weird how the posts are in reverse order, but it also makes sense, if I already read the rest of your blog I don't want to sift through it to get to the end, but if I'm new to it I'd probably want to read it from the beginning, or at least read sections in order.
I'm watching the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. I thought that show was canceled.
My birthday is in ten days.
Fallout: New Vegas in thirteen.
Is it sad that I'm more excited for my a videogame than my sixteenth birthday? I mean, this game is going to be great, but nothing fancy is going to happen on my birthday. The day after I'm going homecoming with someone who likes someone else...
Why do girls come to me with their venting?
Usually I don't care, but every now and then it bugs me. Then I get to pretend to not be effected by whatever they told me. I've had quite a few very interesting conversations...
I should probably stop now, or change the subject.
What else can I ramble about?
I'm wearing my snuggie again, I think it's grown on me (read the next post if you haven't already for more on that subject). It's weird how the posts are in reverse order, but it also makes sense, if I already read the rest of your blog I don't want to sift through it to get to the end, but if I'm new to it I'd probably want to read it from the beginning, or at least read sections in order.
I'm watching the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. I thought that show was canceled.
My birthday is in ten days.
Fallout: New Vegas in thirteen.
Is it sad that I'm more excited for my a videogame than my sixteenth birthday? I mean, this game is going to be great, but nothing fancy is going to happen on my birthday. The day after I'm going homecoming with someone who likes someone else...
Why do girls come to me with their venting?
Usually I don't care, but every now and then it bugs me. Then I get to pretend to not be effected by whatever they told me. I've had quite a few very interesting conversations...
I should probably stop now, or change the subject.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Blogging in a Snuggie
So, for Christmas Joey Cote's mom gave my family a snuggie, and I haven't really used it. But today I left my sweater at school, so in my coldness I was forced to dawn the snuggie. I must say it's actually comfy. It looked thin, and not warm, but it actually is.
And it's Zebra print.
Now I'm having a conversation with one Gen Santiago about taking a break from life. Which brings up the question, what would we do if we did take a break from life? She says life would just go on pause, but then that would either be really boring or you wouldn't recognize that there was a pause. I like the thought that you would leave your body, and go to a place of perfection. Mine would probably be filled with calming music, and a guitar for me to play along. And of course I would know how to play every song. The playlist would probably consist of Jack Johnson, Jeremy Messersmith,(who I just discovered, he's pretty awesome) and with a bit of the more soothing Black Keys and Weezer. If for any reason you don't know any of those musicians you need to go search them. Like. Now. Don't even keep reading. Well, read for suggestions on what to look for.
Breakdown- Jack Johnson
A Boy, a Girl, and a Graveyard- Jeremy Messersmith
These Days- The Black Keys
Butterfly-Weezer.
Actually, on second though, I've liked every Jeremy Messersmith song I've heard so far. And it's really hard to find a jack johnson song I don't like (I'm looking at you, Mediocre Bad Guys). The same goes with the Black Keys (You disappoint me, Black Mud). As for Weezer, that's a completely different story. Rivers Cuomo isn't the greatest of singers, so I have to find ones that the music and lyrics are good enough to overcome that. They're still a pretty awesome band.
GOD DAMN YOU HALF JAPANESE GIRLS.
Tracey Crain introduced me to the White Stripes. They're pretty cool. The above was not a White Stripes song, that's a Weezer song. El Scorcho. AI CARUMBA! That's probably not how it's spelled but oh well.
Uhm.
Am I done rambling?
Jeremy Messersmith likes capo in the third fret.
I think I'm done rambling now.
I'll meet you in virginia.
The only place for broken hearted lovers.
I'll meet you in virginia
The only place made for starting over.
I need to go and buy this album.
And it's Zebra print.
Now I'm having a conversation with one Gen Santiago about taking a break from life. Which brings up the question, what would we do if we did take a break from life? She says life would just go on pause, but then that would either be really boring or you wouldn't recognize that there was a pause. I like the thought that you would leave your body, and go to a place of perfection. Mine would probably be filled with calming music, and a guitar for me to play along. And of course I would know how to play every song. The playlist would probably consist of Jack Johnson, Jeremy Messersmith,(who I just discovered, he's pretty awesome) and with a bit of the more soothing Black Keys and Weezer. If for any reason you don't know any of those musicians you need to go search them. Like. Now. Don't even keep reading. Well, read for suggestions on what to look for.
Breakdown- Jack Johnson
A Boy, a Girl, and a Graveyard- Jeremy Messersmith
These Days- The Black Keys
Butterfly-Weezer.
Actually, on second though, I've liked every Jeremy Messersmith song I've heard so far. And it's really hard to find a jack johnson song I don't like (I'm looking at you, Mediocre Bad Guys). The same goes with the Black Keys (You disappoint me, Black Mud). As for Weezer, that's a completely different story. Rivers Cuomo isn't the greatest of singers, so I have to find ones that the music and lyrics are good enough to overcome that. They're still a pretty awesome band.
GOD DAMN YOU HALF JAPANESE GIRLS.
Tracey Crain introduced me to the White Stripes. They're pretty cool. The above was not a White Stripes song, that's a Weezer song. El Scorcho. AI CARUMBA! That's probably not how it's spelled but oh well.
Uhm.
Am I done rambling?
Jeremy Messersmith likes capo in the third fret.
I think I'm done rambling now.
I'll meet you in virginia.
The only place for broken hearted lovers.
I'll meet you in virginia
The only place made for starting over.
I need to go and buy this album.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
My minority complex is dropping by. I wonder if it can stay for dinner.
I'm listening to Zane McNois/McDanielle on the radio.
I know this person.
And his music is good enough to be on the radio.
And Cam Boucher is recording something.
And Kenneth Fox has his thing on Band Camp.
And I've got a guitar.
And a trombone (kind of...)
And a harmonica.
And not enough talent to do anything with any of it.
I'm decent at the guitar, and I'm shit at the trombone, and I can play when the saints come marching in on the harmonica. I'm a musical genius aren't I?
I guess I'm being a bit hypocritical, I just comment on Mary Kate Lang's blog post saying she should be less negative, now as I listen to Zane's awesomeness take form I'm thinking "Why can't I be like that? Why can't I find the effort to apply myself?" these thoughts are always followed by thoughts of "If I'm not particularly good at anything how am I going to get into a good college?" I not even all that great at video games. That's my talent, playing videogames, and I'm not even to great at that. I get mopped on the scoreboards. I'm decent at the guitar, I can play it with fair decency, but I'm not GREAT. And I can't sing, so I can' just sit down and record stuff. I've written songs, with different parts, all guitar parts, but when I try to record it it just sounds bad...like...discouragingly bad. Then I put my guitar away, and crawl back to get my ass handed to me by some drugged up 13 year old with a potty mouth from Chicago with a voice higher than the sun. Their gamertag is probably something along the lines of Bx0x0xMxHx3xAxDxSxHx0xTx because they think it's cool. Oh, and apparently my mother gets around a lot, (that was sarcasm mom, I meant the people on xbox live insult my mom a lot).
I have nothing else going for me, I get decent grades. MY MOM SIGNED A PAPER SAYING I COULD TAKE LEVEL 4 ENGLISH. Ms Sears speech about how she read all of our stuff and we're "level 4 material".
Yep.
Doesn't apply to me.
At all.
Zane is currently screaming something at me.
It's rather intimidating.
At least my mom thinks I'm cool.
...
I hope.
I know this person.
And his music is good enough to be on the radio.
And Cam Boucher is recording something.
And Kenneth Fox has his thing on Band Camp.
And I've got a guitar.
And a trombone (kind of...)
And a harmonica.
And not enough talent to do anything with any of it.
I'm decent at the guitar, and I'm shit at the trombone, and I can play when the saints come marching in on the harmonica. I'm a musical genius aren't I?
I guess I'm being a bit hypocritical, I just comment on Mary Kate Lang's blog post saying she should be less negative, now as I listen to Zane's awesomeness take form I'm thinking "Why can't I be like that? Why can't I find the effort to apply myself?" these thoughts are always followed by thoughts of "If I'm not particularly good at anything how am I going to get into a good college?" I not even all that great at video games. That's my talent, playing videogames, and I'm not even to great at that. I get mopped on the scoreboards. I'm decent at the guitar, I can play it with fair decency, but I'm not GREAT. And I can't sing, so I can' just sit down and record stuff. I've written songs, with different parts, all guitar parts, but when I try to record it it just sounds bad...like...discouragingly bad. Then I put my guitar away, and crawl back to get my ass handed to me by some drugged up 13 year old with a potty mouth from Chicago with a voice higher than the sun. Their gamertag is probably something along the lines of Bx0x0xMxHx3xAxDxSxHx0xTx because they think it's cool. Oh, and apparently my mother gets around a lot, (that was sarcasm mom, I meant the people on xbox live insult my mom a lot).
I have nothing else going for me, I get decent grades. MY MOM SIGNED A PAPER SAYING I COULD TAKE LEVEL 4 ENGLISH. Ms Sears speech about how she read all of our stuff and we're "level 4 material".
Yep.
Doesn't apply to me.
At all.
Zane is currently screaming something at me.
It's rather intimidating.
At least my mom thinks I'm cool.
...
I hope.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Response Papers
They're really fun to write.
i just wrote one, and it's pretty awesome. I want her to read it, but in case she doesn't I posted it on my tumblr. Anonymity is for the weak.
woatb.tumblr.com
You should click that.
i just wrote one, and it's pretty awesome. I want her to read it, but in case she doesn't I posted it on my tumblr. Anonymity is for the weak.
woatb.tumblr.com
You should click that.
Monday, September 20, 2010
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http://action.theeca.com/t/2858/tellafriend.jsp?tell_a_friend_KEY=2999
California has basically launched an attack on Video Games, which could lead to video games losing their first amendment right of freedom of speech as an art form. Click the link to sign a petition pleading the supreme court to rule in favor of the ECA (Electric Consumers Association I think, the guys who are defending our favorite past time) to let game keep the same rights held by books, music and movies. After all, video games are just interactive movies aren't they? More info can be found on the site.
California has basically launched an attack on Video Games, which could lead to video games losing their first amendment right of freedom of speech as an art form. Click the link to sign a petition pleading the supreme court to rule in favor of the ECA (Electric Consumers Association I think, the guys who are defending our favorite past time) to let game keep the same rights held by books, music and movies. After all, video games are just interactive movies aren't they? More info can be found on the site.
I am so fucking conceited
I don't know where it came from.
Where it started.
Or how it started.
But I'm pretty fucking conceited, if you didn't already notice.
So I've devoted the next 10-20 minutes to figuring out why this is so, using what Ms Nault would call "mental diarrhea," or whatever she calls it.
I have a pretty huge minority complex.
Maybe I cover it up with a shit ton of sarcasm and narcissism?
Maybe not.
I don't know.
But not I'm watching Chuck, and I really don't feel like looking too deeply into this.
Leave it to be said that I am really fucking conceited, and feel like using bad words.
(Thank to one Miss Mary Kate Lang for pointing out my spelling mistake)
Where it started.
Or how it started.
But I'm pretty fucking conceited, if you didn't already notice.
So I've devoted the next 10-20 minutes to figuring out why this is so, using what Ms Nault would call "mental diarrhea," or whatever she calls it.
I have a pretty huge minority complex.
Maybe I cover it up with a shit ton of sarcasm and narcissism?
Maybe not.
I don't know.
But not I'm watching Chuck, and I really don't feel like looking too deeply into this.
Leave it to be said that I am really fucking conceited, and feel like using bad words.
(Thank to one Miss Mary Kate Lang for pointing out my spelling mistake)
Monday, September 13, 2010
You know those people who shouldn't exist?
If you don't, you can find one at school tomorrow.
They generally wear skinny jeans around their knees.
Most often they they're hair is jelled into some sort of spikes or similar formation.
They may or may not be wearing a flannel shirt.
They are probably a minority.
If they are not they wish they were.
If they are, they're a painful stereotype, and their fellow minorities hate them.
Oh.
Guess what.
I hate them.
They're usually not even really mean. Just...annoying. And serve no purpose in life but to push how cool they think they think they are.
But you're not, and it's funny how you think you are.
I'd actually almost wish they were mean. At least at then you could tell a teacher or something, but technically they're just LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS. AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, BECAUSE THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE FRIENDS WHO'LL HURT YOU.
But that's prejudice.
That's enough for tonight.
They generally wear skinny jeans around their knees.
Most often they they're hair is jelled into some sort of spikes or similar formation.
They may or may not be wearing a flannel shirt.
They are probably a minority.
If they are not they wish they were.
If they are, they're a painful stereotype, and their fellow minorities hate them.
Oh.
Guess what.
I hate them.
They're usually not even really mean. Just...annoying. And serve no purpose in life but to push how cool they think they think they are.
But you're not, and it's funny how you think you are.
I'd actually almost wish they were mean. At least at then you could tell a teacher or something, but technically they're just LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS. AND YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, BECAUSE THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE FRIENDS WHO'LL HURT YOU.
But that's prejudice.
That's enough for tonight.
Opinions
Today was the third day in a row someone told me my opinion were wrong, excessive, or unamerican.
If it has answers it's not a survey, we call those tests, whether they're graded of not.
Just because I don't like something you like doesn't mean we need to raise our voices and use bad words.
Just because I think commemorating Nine Eleven isn't necessary anymore doesn't mean I'm not american, (read my tumblr for more info on that one, it explains it)
So what have we learned? Friendly debates are fun, going back and forth on usually unimportant things. That's fine.
Calling my opinions excessive, because I life different videogames than you, I'm pretty sure you're the excessive ones.
Believing that letting the family members of Nine Eleven casualties to live in peace, that's about as american as it gets-Privacy.
I'm done now.
If it has answers it's not a survey, we call those tests, whether they're graded of not.
Just because I don't like something you like doesn't mean we need to raise our voices and use bad words.
Just because I think commemorating Nine Eleven isn't necessary anymore doesn't mean I'm not american, (read my tumblr for more info on that one, it explains it)
So what have we learned? Friendly debates are fun, going back and forth on usually unimportant things. That's fine.
Calling my opinions excessive, because I life different videogames than you, I'm pretty sure you're the excessive ones.
Believing that letting the family members of Nine Eleven casualties to live in peace, that's about as american as it gets-Privacy.
I'm done now.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Like a Glass of Water
So I wrote this for English class and I kinda like it. It's pretty long (Three pages according to Microsoft Word Processor) so you can skip unless you're really interested.
Attempting to define the American Experience is like trying to separate a single drop of water from a glass. Technically it’s possible, but it would require much work and everyone’s answer, or drop, will be different from the next person. Basically, the American Experience is different for everyone who tries to define it. Some definitions may be different from others, but all seem to have sometime in common; happiness.
The Founding Fathers of America wrote in the Declaration of Independence that all men have the unalienable right to Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. As such, the American experience is each person’s personal Pursuit of Happiness.
This observation, however, only brings up another question on what defines the Pursuit of Happiness. This is similar to defining the American Experience in that it’s difficult to define, as each person is different. Happiness can come from money, friendship, love or anything else. Depending on that person’s beliefs, literally anything could count as their Pursuit of Happiness.
Imagine a hypothetical family, four generations of American Experiences each with their own goals and ambitions. There is a young man who struggled with poverty his entire childhood. His American Experience could be to simply live a more comfortable life. As such he works hard, does well in school and finally after a life of great successes and tragic falls lives that comfortable live he dreamt of as a boy. He moves to a calm suburb and lives raises a family. That is the American Experience.
Walker Two
Then his son, who grew up in the calm suburbs may want to achieve something more. He strives to continue the family’s record of success. He sets his eye on a target and goes for it. He looks to his father for advice and inspiration, then puts his plan into motion. He follows his father’s footsteps, does well in school, works hard, but this time he gets lucky. He makes a huge break and suddenly is very wealthy. He builds a large house, and has a family living in the wake of his riches. This is the American Experience
However this third generation, does not share the same aptitude for work as the her ancestors. She has lived in luxury her entire life, why should she go through the same work as her father and grandfather when her status wouldn’t change? As such, she skated through life on her father’s fortune and soon inherited the dynasty. She married into a family of similar status, thereby doubling her fortune. This too, is the American Experience.
The last example ends the bloodline. The fourth generation comes, and this time uses the fortune gathered by the last two generations to help people. This daughter decides to change the world, she devotes her life to both politics and to philanthropy. She travels the world donating money to charities, building houses, wells, and other necessities for life. Here in America, she slowly climbs the political ranks, starting as Mayor of a small town, moving onto Governor, Senator and eventually rising to be President of the United State of America. However, in all the strain of her hectic life style she never bore children, not from medical deficiencies, but of the busy life style. She never had the chance to continue the bloodline, and it dies with her. This, truly is the American Experience.
That isn’t to say, however, that these are the limits of the American Experience. These are simply arbitrary examples, four drops out of the entire glass. These are American Success Stories, but that is by no means the only kind Experience that occur. America is built by so called “failures” as well as success. Americans must feel failure to accomplish the success. Thomas Edison once said “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work,” (1847-1931). This can be applied to anything, especially the American Experience. If the Articles of Confederation hadn’t “failed” Americans would not have gained the American Constitution, and the country might not have grown to the power that it is today.
If the first generation hadn’t failed a test or two in school, how would he have learned and gotten it better the next time? If the second generation’s original ideas hadn’t failed, maybe he wouldn’t have grown to have the fortune he did. The fourth generation must have lost at least one of her many elections the first time. Everyone learns from their mistakes and they grow from them. This is the American Experience.
Attempting to define the American Experience is like trying to separate a single drop of water from a glass. Technically it’s possible, but it would require much work and everyone’s answer, or drop, will be different from the next person. Basically, the American Experience is different for everyone who tries to define it. Some definitions may be different from others, but all seem to have sometime in common; happiness.
The Founding Fathers of America wrote in the Declaration of Independence that all men have the unalienable right to Life Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. As such, the American experience is each person’s personal Pursuit of Happiness.
This observation, however, only brings up another question on what defines the Pursuit of Happiness. This is similar to defining the American Experience in that it’s difficult to define, as each person is different. Happiness can come from money, friendship, love or anything else. Depending on that person’s beliefs, literally anything could count as their Pursuit of Happiness.
Imagine a hypothetical family, four generations of American Experiences each with their own goals and ambitions. There is a young man who struggled with poverty his entire childhood. His American Experience could be to simply live a more comfortable life. As such he works hard, does well in school and finally after a life of great successes and tragic falls lives that comfortable live he dreamt of as a boy. He moves to a calm suburb and lives raises a family. That is the American Experience.
Walker Two
Then his son, who grew up in the calm suburbs may want to achieve something more. He strives to continue the family’s record of success. He sets his eye on a target and goes for it. He looks to his father for advice and inspiration, then puts his plan into motion. He follows his father’s footsteps, does well in school, works hard, but this time he gets lucky. He makes a huge break and suddenly is very wealthy. He builds a large house, and has a family living in the wake of his riches. This is the American Experience
However this third generation, does not share the same aptitude for work as the her ancestors. She has lived in luxury her entire life, why should she go through the same work as her father and grandfather when her status wouldn’t change? As such, she skated through life on her father’s fortune and soon inherited the dynasty. She married into a family of similar status, thereby doubling her fortune. This too, is the American Experience.
The last example ends the bloodline. The fourth generation comes, and this time uses the fortune gathered by the last two generations to help people. This daughter decides to change the world, she devotes her life to both politics and to philanthropy. She travels the world donating money to charities, building houses, wells, and other necessities for life. Here in America, she slowly climbs the political ranks, starting as Mayor of a small town, moving onto Governor, Senator and eventually rising to be President of the United State of America. However, in all the strain of her hectic life style she never bore children, not from medical deficiencies, but of the busy life style. She never had the chance to continue the bloodline, and it dies with her. This, truly is the American Experience.
That isn’t to say, however, that these are the limits of the American Experience. These are simply arbitrary examples, four drops out of the entire glass. These are American Success Stories, but that is by no means the only kind Experience that occur. America is built by so called “failures” as well as success. Americans must feel failure to accomplish the success. Thomas Edison once said “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work,” (1847-1931). This can be applied to anything, especially the American Experience. If the Articles of Confederation hadn’t “failed” Americans would not have gained the American Constitution, and the country might not have grown to the power that it is today.
If the first generation hadn’t failed a test or two in school, how would he have learned and gotten it better the next time? If the second generation’s original ideas hadn’t failed, maybe he wouldn’t have grown to have the fortune he did. The fourth generation must have lost at least one of her many elections the first time. Everyone learns from their mistakes and they grow from them. This is the American Experience.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Drama
People like to say they have drama.
Your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend being in your math class is not drama.
Your mom taking away your phone is not drama.
Your best friend calling you a bad name is not drama. Sure it sucks, but make up, or get new friends.
The fact that the girl or guy you like doesn't like you back isn't quite drama. Closer maybe, but it's nothing to break down over. I've lived it, and it sucks, but it's not that bad.
Not being able to take driver's ed because your mom has to buy a house because your landlord didn't pay the mortgage. That's drama.
Not being sure if you're getting that house because the prior owner didn't install the correct Radon vents. That's drama.
Not being sure if you're going to college, again due to various monetary problems.
That's drama.
Now, at this point, chances are you're pretty pissed at me. "Who is this guy? He thinks he can define drama!" Who said you had to follow my definition? It's mine, you can have your own, or you can borrow it if you want.
Or don't.
I don't care.
Your ex-boyfriend's girlfriend being in your math class is not drama.
Your mom taking away your phone is not drama.
Your best friend calling you a bad name is not drama. Sure it sucks, but make up, or get new friends.
The fact that the girl or guy you like doesn't like you back isn't quite drama. Closer maybe, but it's nothing to break down over. I've lived it, and it sucks, but it's not that bad.
Not being able to take driver's ed because your mom has to buy a house because your landlord didn't pay the mortgage. That's drama.
Not being sure if you're getting that house because the prior owner didn't install the correct Radon vents. That's drama.
Not being sure if you're going to college, again due to various monetary problems.
That's drama.
Now, at this point, chances are you're pretty pissed at me. "Who is this guy? He thinks he can define drama!" Who said you had to follow my definition? It's mine, you can have your own, or you can borrow it if you want.
Or don't.
I don't care.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
School [Part 2, even though Part One never said it was part one, this was kind of an after though, but I'm still calling it part Two]
In approximately 20 minutes I should be asleep. Then, roughly...oh god math...uh...ok...so it's nine...ten...eleven...twelve...one, two three four five six...Nine and a half hours I'll be awake and getting ready for school...then and hour later I'll be at school.
And I don't like school.
I wish school was more like...day care. You go and hang out with friends, and that's it. Then you come home. Or at the very least I wish there were no such things as bad teachers, all teacher would be Ms St. Onge clones and awesome. Or in some other way be awesome.
But I guess it's ok...I mean I might have decent classes, and teachers...but the only sophomore teacher I know are Ms Nault and Mr Russel who are pretty cool, but that's my sample size. I might have all of really sucky teachers and not have either of the above I mention.
15 minutes now.
I'm debating spending the last 15 minutes writing this. That would be a pretty great way to end the summer right? But I'm not so sure if I'll be able to write enough. It would be like in English last year when Ms Wadliegh would force us to write for the whole class, then I would pass in a page and a half of crap...
WHY AM I DOING LEVEL FOUR THIS YEAR?!
I never even read the Red Badge of Courage. I read an exert from it in 8th grade, hopefully that will suffice for now. I read some of Huck Finn but never finished. I'm so screwed. I did the AP World History stuff though, W00T! That's about it though. I'm starting to regret taking all these fancy classes.
10 minutes.
Maybe I can do this? In a perfect world writing in this blog may have helped my writing a bit...well...helped first person reflections or whatever they're called.
9 minutes.
I'm surprisingly tired for only having woken up 8 hours and 51 minutes ago. I might actually get some sleep tonight. Which is rare for the first day of school.
8 minutes.
This is getting harder, I'm glancing at the clock to see what time it is. I might be able to do this. Or I might give up like I do with everything else. I need to fix that. I need to give up on giving up.
7 minutes.
It's currently 8:53 PM, on September 1, 2010, and Garrett Walker is listening to Dreaming with a Broken Heart by John Mayer. He has one facebook notification. He checks it.
6 minutes.
Emma Cote also commented on Grant Hock's status.
5 minutes.
We're talking about how awful it is to plan things at or after school. I've got practice with my band tomorrow...we might actually get stuff done.
4 minutes.
My heart is beating really fast, I think I'm subconsciously forcing it to. I spelled subconsciously wrong, i did again. I'll fix that later. Or I'll forget. Probably the latter.
3 minutes.
I'm running out of stuff to write, but the good thing about this is that I can write about not knowing what to write about. It's genius. My song is over.
2 minutes.
Do You Remember by Jack Johnson comes on. The song is 2 minute sand 14 seconds long, I might not be able to finish listening to it. I remember that need to ask my sister if my planned out fit for tomorrow works.
8:59.
I check for spelling errors. I didn't forget to fix the spelling.
9:00.
Good night, Summer.
And I don't like school.
I wish school was more like...day care. You go and hang out with friends, and that's it. Then you come home. Or at the very least I wish there were no such things as bad teachers, all teacher would be Ms St. Onge clones and awesome. Or in some other way be awesome.
But I guess it's ok...I mean I might have decent classes, and teachers...but the only sophomore teacher I know are Ms Nault and Mr Russel who are pretty cool, but that's my sample size. I might have all of really sucky teachers and not have either of the above I mention.
15 minutes now.
I'm debating spending the last 15 minutes writing this. That would be a pretty great way to end the summer right? But I'm not so sure if I'll be able to write enough. It would be like in English last year when Ms Wadliegh would force us to write for the whole class, then I would pass in a page and a half of crap...
WHY AM I DOING LEVEL FOUR THIS YEAR?!
I never even read the Red Badge of Courage. I read an exert from it in 8th grade, hopefully that will suffice for now. I read some of Huck Finn but never finished. I'm so screwed. I did the AP World History stuff though, W00T! That's about it though. I'm starting to regret taking all these fancy classes.
10 minutes.
Maybe I can do this? In a perfect world writing in this blog may have helped my writing a bit...well...helped first person reflections or whatever they're called.
9 minutes.
I'm surprisingly tired for only having woken up 8 hours and 51 minutes ago. I might actually get some sleep tonight. Which is rare for the first day of school.
8 minutes.
This is getting harder, I'm glancing at the clock to see what time it is. I might be able to do this. Or I might give up like I do with everything else. I need to fix that. I need to give up on giving up.
7 minutes.
It's currently 8:53 PM, on September 1, 2010, and Garrett Walker is listening to Dreaming with a Broken Heart by John Mayer. He has one facebook notification. He checks it.
6 minutes.
Emma Cote also commented on Grant Hock's status.
5 minutes.
We're talking about how awful it is to plan things at or after school. I've got practice with my band tomorrow...we might actually get stuff done.
4 minutes.
My heart is beating really fast, I think I'm subconsciously forcing it to. I spelled subconsciously wrong, i did again. I'll fix that later. Or I'll forget. Probably the latter.
3 minutes.
I'm running out of stuff to write, but the good thing about this is that I can write about not knowing what to write about. It's genius. My song is over.
2 minutes.
Do You Remember by Jack Johnson comes on. The song is 2 minute sand 14 seconds long, I might not be able to finish listening to it. I remember that need to ask my sister if my planned out fit for tomorrow works.
8:59.
I check for spelling errors. I didn't forget to fix the spelling.
9:00.
Good night, Summer.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
More Blogs from North Andover
So I noticed a while ago that my blogs are posted in backwards order, so this post is before the last one i wrote. I also like to trail off posts with what i think about at the end, and then I go post about that thought. So basically, every few posts is like a prequel to the next one in the list. It's like Star Wars, only slightly less awesome.
I want a lightsaber.
I think everyone does, it's basically the most epic thing ever made. Even though George Lucas isn't the first writer (or whatever you want to call him) to have a "laser sword" he probably did the best job, to the point where if you ever see a laser sword in anything you almost instinctively call it a lightsaber, even if officially it's just a laser sword or beam sword or whatever, (I'm looking at you Super Smash Brothers).
Sorry for the geek out, it happens.
I completely forget where I was going with this. I need to get that medicine that increases memory...but i don't know what it's called.
Oh! I'm moving. That's not what I was starting off with, but it's going to be what I'm talking about now. I'm moving to Mammoth Rode, which is in the Central District, but I'm not really happy. I don't want to move, I'm happy where I am, and if I'm going to move I wanted a big change. I wanted to go to Pinkerton. But I should be happy! We own this fairly large house (in comparison to the one we're renting now)! And I get to stay with my friends! And it's not really that far away from my friend's houses, so I should be super excited! WHY AREN'T I? Pinkerton is supposed to be a really nice school...like...really nice. But I guess I've never been there, and I'm basing this off other peoples opinions. I wanted to take a tour, but supposedly I can't do that unless it's guaranteed that I'll go there...I don't know. I've always wanted to go to one of those super nice schools, you know one of those ones that can afford paper clips. Those exist right?
I'd better go to a nice college. OH WAIT! My sister is eating all of our money. And we're about to buy a house. YAY FOR COMMUNITY COLLEGE!
I guess I'm done whining now.
Central in five days.
whoopie...
I want a lightsaber.
I think everyone does, it's basically the most epic thing ever made. Even though George Lucas isn't the first writer (or whatever you want to call him) to have a "laser sword" he probably did the best job, to the point where if you ever see a laser sword in anything you almost instinctively call it a lightsaber, even if officially it's just a laser sword or beam sword or whatever, (I'm looking at you Super Smash Brothers).
Sorry for the geek out, it happens.
I completely forget where I was going with this. I need to get that medicine that increases memory...but i don't know what it's called.
Oh! I'm moving. That's not what I was starting off with, but it's going to be what I'm talking about now. I'm moving to Mammoth Rode, which is in the Central District, but I'm not really happy. I don't want to move, I'm happy where I am, and if I'm going to move I wanted a big change. I wanted to go to Pinkerton. But I should be happy! We own this fairly large house (in comparison to the one we're renting now)! And I get to stay with my friends! And it's not really that far away from my friend's houses, so I should be super excited! WHY AREN'T I? Pinkerton is supposed to be a really nice school...like...really nice. But I guess I've never been there, and I'm basing this off other peoples opinions. I wanted to take a tour, but supposedly I can't do that unless it's guaranteed that I'll go there...I don't know. I've always wanted to go to one of those super nice schools, you know one of those ones that can afford paper clips. Those exist right?
I'd better go to a nice college. OH WAIT! My sister is eating all of our money. And we're about to buy a house. YAY FOR COMMUNITY COLLEGE!
I guess I'm done whining now.
Central in five days.
whoopie...
Sunday, August 22, 2010
School
I like friends.
I like hanging out with friends.
I like school...to a point.
But once that new year luster wears off school is just school.
And school sucks.
But somehow I found a way to be excited for school. I'm not sure why. Maybe I just want to be a sophomore? Maybe I can't wait to see my classes? Maybe I just want to actually get out and do stuff? Maybe it's all of them?
Also, you're not the next grade yet, you haven't taken a class in that grade. Leaving one grade doesn't make you the next one, especially turning into a freshman. If you've only been in the high school once, you're not a freshman. So I'm not a sophomore, you're not a freshman, and you, yeah you, you're not a junior.
Let's not end on a negative. I haven't read much of the books I'm supposed to have read, I may finish Huck Finn, then wing it for Red Badge of Courage. That or I'll hope we're not tested on it until second quarter, like we were last year, which will give me time to finish.
That's not very positive either. This also isn't a very deep blog entry. I'm just going to give up now.
I like hanging out with friends.
I like school...to a point.
But once that new year luster wears off school is just school.
And school sucks.
But somehow I found a way to be excited for school. I'm not sure why. Maybe I just want to be a sophomore? Maybe I can't wait to see my classes? Maybe I just want to actually get out and do stuff? Maybe it's all of them?
Also, you're not the next grade yet, you haven't taken a class in that grade. Leaving one grade doesn't make you the next one, especially turning into a freshman. If you've only been in the high school once, you're not a freshman. So I'm not a sophomore, you're not a freshman, and you, yeah you, you're not a junior.
Let's not end on a negative. I haven't read much of the books I'm supposed to have read, I may finish Huck Finn, then wing it for Red Badge of Courage. That or I'll hope we're not tested on it until second quarter, like we were last year, which will give me time to finish.
That's not very positive either. This also isn't a very deep blog entry. I'm just going to give up now.
My dad finally got internet.
I bring you the first blog written at my dad's house. It's pretty awesome. Too bad summer's over, and I'm only going to be here for every other weekend... and my dad always tells me not to procrastinate.
I really hate my lack of ability to remember things. There's probably a word for it, but I forget. I mean, I could have made this really long and deeps and about the lessons of procrastination, but really all I've got is the intense screwed I am when school starts...oh god...school...
I really hate my lack of ability to remember things. There's probably a word for it, but I forget. I mean, I could have made this really long and deeps and about the lessons of procrastination, but really all I've got is the intense screwed I am when school starts...oh god...school...
Monday, August 16, 2010
Nothing is Permanent
Everything ends eventually.
This was my thought while I sat in the back of a stranger's car while the real estate agent drove us home from looking at houses quite a ways away from the Central district.
So in my head I made a list.
Jobs: My mother and the real estate agent were talking about how their jobs had changed, and if the change was permanent. This sparked the thought.
School: All day I had been battling the constant thought of the fact that I'll be leaving Central soon, I then thought about how I couldn't stay there permanently any way. Eventually we would graduate, eventually we would go off to college, eventually we would move apart. Maybe sooner is better than later.
Life: My thoughts then moved onto to less immediate things. The first thing that came to mind as an example of something that just takes a while to end (usually) is life. The average life expectancy in the US is 78(.4, according to Google Public Data) which, while a long time, it far from permanent. My dog, Josie, who we've had since I was 4, is on her last leg. She's old, and can barely traverse the stairs to go out. I literally have little to no memories of a time before her, and can't imagine a time without her.
The World: Statistically, scientifically, and theoretically, eventually some cataclysmic event probably will happen to destroy or at least damage the world. Maybe the Earth as a planet will still be around in some form, but life on Earth may well stop one day. And even though this will probably span billions upon billions of years, eventually it will happen.
So there we are. Thrown on a slab and shown our mortality.
I like House.
"Dr. Wilson: Do you think he was dead? Do you think those experiences were real?
Dr. House: Define real. They were real experiences. What they meant... Personaly, I choose to believe that the white light people sometimes see, visions, this patient saw. They're all just chemical reactions that take place when the brain shuts down.
Dr. Foreman: You choose to believe that?
Dr. House: There's no conclusive science. My choice has no practical relevance to my life, I choose the outcome I find more comforting.
Dr. Cameron: You find it more comforting to believe that this is it?
Dr. House: I find it more comforting to believe that this isn't simply a test." (Wikiquote.org)
I like that too.
It's very, "You only live once,"
Or in a more Garrett Michael Garebear Walker style quote, "Life is a single shot pistol. Don't miss." Even though I made up, I feel it was necessary to put in quotation.
So, in what may be the ultimate in irony, this post has to come to a close. I hope I haven't driven any one to suicide, but it felt it needed to be shared. That's what a blog is for.
While writing the part about Josie, I came the closest to crying I have in years.
This was my thought while I sat in the back of a stranger's car while the real estate agent drove us home from looking at houses quite a ways away from the Central district.
So in my head I made a list.
Jobs: My mother and the real estate agent were talking about how their jobs had changed, and if the change was permanent. This sparked the thought.
School: All day I had been battling the constant thought of the fact that I'll be leaving Central soon, I then thought about how I couldn't stay there permanently any way. Eventually we would graduate, eventually we would go off to college, eventually we would move apart. Maybe sooner is better than later.
Life: My thoughts then moved onto to less immediate things. The first thing that came to mind as an example of something that just takes a while to end (usually) is life. The average life expectancy in the US is 78(.4, according to Google Public Data) which, while a long time, it far from permanent. My dog, Josie, who we've had since I was 4, is on her last leg. She's old, and can barely traverse the stairs to go out. I literally have little to no memories of a time before her, and can't imagine a time without her.
The World: Statistically, scientifically, and theoretically, eventually some cataclysmic event probably will happen to destroy or at least damage the world. Maybe the Earth as a planet will still be around in some form, but life on Earth may well stop one day. And even though this will probably span billions upon billions of years, eventually it will happen.
So there we are. Thrown on a slab and shown our mortality.
I like House.
"Dr. Wilson: Do you think he was dead? Do you think those experiences were real?
Dr. House: Define real. They were real experiences. What they meant... Personaly, I choose to believe that the white light people sometimes see, visions, this patient saw. They're all just chemical reactions that take place when the brain shuts down.
Dr. Foreman: You choose to believe that?
Dr. House: There's no conclusive science. My choice has no practical relevance to my life, I choose the outcome I find more comforting.
Dr. Cameron: You find it more comforting to believe that this is it?
Dr. House: I find it more comforting to believe that this isn't simply a test." (Wikiquote.org)
I like that too.
It's very, "You only live once,"
Or in a more Garrett Michael Garebear Walker style quote, "Life is a single shot pistol. Don't miss." Even though I made up, I feel it was necessary to put in quotation.
So, in what may be the ultimate in irony, this post has to come to a close. I hope I haven't driven any one to suicide, but it felt it needed to be shared. That's what a blog is for.
While writing the part about Josie, I came the closest to crying I have in years.
Tumblr Doesn't Inspire Me
I'm not quite sure why, it's technically better, more features and that good stuff (it even has an iPhone app) but I can't just sit down and write on Tumblr. I did once, but that wasn't really any thing too deep unless you're my mom. So I think I'm gonna let that die, and just use blogspot. Blog Euthanasia.
So, as you may or may not know I'm addicted to Jack Johnson, so last night I looked up the lyrics for Traffic in the Sky (you should look it up) so in my search I found my way to songmeanings.net. As I read the comments of people who give their interpretation of the song I came upon a comment saying...
::Puzzle pieces in the ground
But no one ever seems to be digging
instead they're looking up towards the heavens
with their eyes on the heavens ::
people look to god instead of within.
To which I thought "Well that makes sense, it goes along with Jack's earthy life style." Then I noticed there was one reply. "Oh god..." I thought. The reply said...
People look to god instead of within? No. If you look within- then you'll see nothing, we are nothing but an empty well. God fills us with water. We build our walls of pride by adding stones. If you look within and see truth- then God has blessed you.
Which in all fairness, they used effects from the song, (wells, stones stuff like that) but I just thought i wasn't very tactful for this person to go out of their way for force their opinion. Granted it is a site for the meanings of songs, but this person went out their way to crack down on what the other person's theory.
Any who, enough complaining.
I had more to say. But this took too long to write, and now I forget.
See ya later, space cowboy (you don't get it, but that's ok)
So, as you may or may not know I'm addicted to Jack Johnson, so last night I looked up the lyrics for Traffic in the Sky (you should look it up) so in my search I found my way to songmeanings.net. As I read the comments of people who give their interpretation of the song I came upon a comment saying...
::Puzzle pieces in the ground
But no one ever seems to be digging
instead they're looking up towards the heavens
with their eyes on the heavens ::
people look to god instead of within.
To which I thought "Well that makes sense, it goes along with Jack's earthy life style." Then I noticed there was one reply. "Oh god..." I thought. The reply said...
People look to god instead of within? No. If you look within- then you'll see nothing, we are nothing but an empty well. God fills us with water. We build our walls of pride by adding stones. If you look within and see truth- then God has blessed you.
Which in all fairness, they used effects from the song, (wells, stones stuff like that) but I just thought i wasn't very tactful for this person to go out of their way for force their opinion. Granted it is a site for the meanings of songs, but this person went out their way to crack down on what the other person's theory.
Any who, enough complaining.
I had more to say. But this took too long to write, and now I forget.
See ya later, space cowboy (you don't get it, but that's ok)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Well Tumblr's down, and I never posted this.
I was watching Scrubs a while ago and they had a little switch out day dream thingy where Turk was white, and I had several relisations. "Is that what I would look like if I were white!? And is it a stereotype that I don't like milk!?" I'm not quite sure why this was so horrible.
I wrote that the 30th (according to this date thing) and apparently never posted it. I figured I should clear post it, to keep it interesting. I forget where I was going with it though, so...yeah.
I wrote that the 30th (according to this date thing) and apparently never posted it. I figured I should clear post it, to keep it interesting. I forget where I was going with it though, so...yeah.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Moving day!
For the blog. Not me. Well...me too...but not yet. For now it's just the blog. Follow the link below to my tumblr, which Ms. Sarah Coughlin suggested I make and you'll find the rest of my ramblings. At the time of writing there isn't really anything there.
Any who...here you go...
http://woatb.tumblr.com/
Any who...here you go...
http://woatb.tumblr.com/
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Why Call of Duty is Poisoning Videogames.
(This mostly pertains to the Modern Warfare)
I'll admit.
I don't like the newer Call of Duty games, both modern warfares failed in my eyes, the only one I can think of that I enjoyed was World at War, even then that was just because of Nazi zombies. Call of Duty 3 was more enjoyable than the modern warfares. But I suppose I have to thank them for helping to make my hobby of choice mainstream, video games are pretty common place, and almost everyone I know has at least taken a stab at them.
But at the same time I have to point out that they make video games and (and teenage boys) look bad. At least where I live, "COD" has become almost synonymous with video game. You're playing a video game? It's assumed that you're playing COD. You're not playing COD? You're gay.
And even if you're not playing Call of Duty, someone you know is, and their non-gamer family member or friend will come and watch then kill people for two seconds and judge all games. Granted this goes for most games, but these thoughts are commonly brought up by Call of Duty, which has a horrible story, and (in my mind) doesn't stand out as an example of a "good reason to kill virtual people" (see Mass Effect, Red Dead Redemption or Fallout 3 among others for good reasons to kill virtual people).
If nothing else I have to thank the games for being the poster boy for games. Because of that, the jerks who don't care about researching and trying games (and a few who do, because the game generally get amazing reviews) flock to it, because they don't put in the work to find a good game. As such, they stay out of my Bad Company2.
Now, I'm not asking you to change your ways, if you like CODMW (pronounced kind of like codmwah) then play it, I just want to keep this game from ruining the greatest generation the Industry has seen.
I'll admit.
I don't like the newer Call of Duty games, both modern warfares failed in my eyes, the only one I can think of that I enjoyed was World at War, even then that was just because of Nazi zombies. Call of Duty 3 was more enjoyable than the modern warfares. But I suppose I have to thank them for helping to make my hobby of choice mainstream, video games are pretty common place, and almost everyone I know has at least taken a stab at them.
But at the same time I have to point out that they make video games and (and teenage boys) look bad. At least where I live, "COD" has become almost synonymous with video game. You're playing a video game? It's assumed that you're playing COD. You're not playing COD? You're gay.
And even if you're not playing Call of Duty, someone you know is, and their non-gamer family member or friend will come and watch then kill people for two seconds and judge all games. Granted this goes for most games, but these thoughts are commonly brought up by Call of Duty, which has a horrible story, and (in my mind) doesn't stand out as an example of a "good reason to kill virtual people" (see Mass Effect, Red Dead Redemption or Fallout 3 among others for good reasons to kill virtual people).
If nothing else I have to thank the games for being the poster boy for games. Because of that, the jerks who don't care about researching and trying games (and a few who do, because the game generally get amazing reviews) flock to it, because they don't put in the work to find a good game. As such, they stay out of my Bad Company2.
Now, I'm not asking you to change your ways, if you like CODMW (pronounced kind of like codmwah) then play it, I just want to keep this game from ruining the greatest generation the Industry has seen.
Friday, July 16, 2010
INTERNET!
I've been at my dad's.
Who doesn't have internet.
And I made lots of observations.
But then I forgot.
And now I'm slightly sad.
In my lack of internet I had noticed that the world is really...boring. You were expecting something deep, but that's all I came up with. I even went out for a (very brief) walk through the apartment complex my dad lives in.
I noticed a woman, with many children.
I noticed that in 3 years all my friends from the complex were replaced with grumpy people and nine year old girls.
I have tried my hand at authoring,(honestly I'm surprised the little red line didn't come up after that) but I probably won't post it anywhere because it's awful...
I finished Fallout 3 for the second time. (I had started weeks ago) but there's more to do, and that's why it's my favorite.
I watched "The Book of Eli", and while it didn't turn me from my Athiest ways, it did make me realize that Mila Kunis, is not as badass Denzel Washington.
I don't know what else to put here, so I'm going to stop while I'm ahead, and end with a hearty I LOVE THE INTERNET.
Who doesn't have internet.
And I made lots of observations.
But then I forgot.
And now I'm slightly sad.
In my lack of internet I had noticed that the world is really...boring. You were expecting something deep, but that's all I came up with. I even went out for a (very brief) walk through the apartment complex my dad lives in.
I noticed a woman, with many children.
I noticed that in 3 years all my friends from the complex were replaced with grumpy people and nine year old girls.
I have tried my hand at authoring,(honestly I'm surprised the little red line didn't come up after that) but I probably won't post it anywhere because it's awful...
I finished Fallout 3 for the second time. (I had started weeks ago) but there's more to do, and that's why it's my favorite.
I watched "The Book of Eli", and while it didn't turn me from my Athiest ways, it did make me realize that Mila Kunis, is not as badass Denzel Washington.
I don't know what else to put here, so I'm going to stop while I'm ahead, and end with a hearty I LOVE THE INTERNET.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
difficult Moral Question I found on The Escapist.
The Escapist : Forums : Off-topic Discussion : Poll: You Discover Your Child Will Be...
Wow. Read this first post.
This is an interesting question. For the short version of the above, within a week or two of you or your partner's (hypothetical) pregnancy you found out that the child will have a serious mental disability, to the point of the child never being able to support itself at all, even as an adult still having the mental capacity of a very young infant, e.i., the inability to talk, walk, or even hold it's waste and eat by itself.
The poll in question asks, what would you do with such a child? Would you abort it, put it up for adoption or raise it?
I'd probably abort the child. In my opinion, the purpose of life it to live, and reproduce, continuing the human race. This child will never reproduce, or in anyway assist human race, except maybe having some sort of good moral story. So, if I was put on the spot I would have the child aborted, partially because of the above, and partially because I couldn't just pass it off to someone, just because I don't want to carry the burden. "No, I don't want to go through my life slaving over this child, but you can if you want."
At the time of writing, the poll is going as reads below.
Have an abortion
84.3% (285)
Give it up for adoption
8.3% (28)
Raise it regardless
7.4% (25)
Apparently many people agree with me. Now, I'm really curious as to what you guys think. Drop a comment below, please tell me what your opinion is.
Wow. Read this first post.
This is an interesting question. For the short version of the above, within a week or two of you or your partner's (hypothetical) pregnancy you found out that the child will have a serious mental disability, to the point of the child never being able to support itself at all, even as an adult still having the mental capacity of a very young infant, e.i., the inability to talk, walk, or even hold it's waste and eat by itself.
The poll in question asks, what would you do with such a child? Would you abort it, put it up for adoption or raise it?
I'd probably abort the child. In my opinion, the purpose of life it to live, and reproduce, continuing the human race. This child will never reproduce, or in anyway assist human race, except maybe having some sort of good moral story. So, if I was put on the spot I would have the child aborted, partially because of the above, and partially because I couldn't just pass it off to someone, just because I don't want to carry the burden. "No, I don't want to go through my life slaving over this child, but you can if you want."
At the time of writing, the poll is going as reads below.
Have an abortion
84.3% (285)
Give it up for adoption
8.3% (28)
Raise it regardless
7.4% (25)
Apparently many people agree with me. Now, I'm really curious as to what you guys think. Drop a comment below, please tell me what your opinion is.
Stars
I like stars.
Like,
A lot.
But of course, because I live in Manchester, I can just barely see them even on the clearest of nights. So I've decided that at some point I'm going to either find a way to get to Candia (Google Chrome doesn't believe Candia is word) around 10 o clock at night and star gaze, or somehow block out all the lights near my house. Both seem like a lot of work, but that's not the important part.
The important part is that I'll be able to actually see the stars.
Like,
A lot.
But of course, because I live in Manchester, I can just barely see them even on the clearest of nights. So I've decided that at some point I'm going to either find a way to get to Candia (Google Chrome doesn't believe Candia is word) around 10 o clock at night and star gaze, or somehow block out all the lights near my house. Both seem like a lot of work, but that's not the important part.
The important part is that I'll be able to actually see the stars.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Observations while watching ADVENTURE TIME!
So I've noticed that lots of people blog about their day to day stuff, then my blog is all deep and dark. These people also have way more followers than I do. I don't want to flop into the crowd just to get followers, but it seems to be a good strategy. Also, I'm watching ADVENTURE TIME! is a pretty good show.
Post wasted? I think so.
Post wasted? I think so.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Death
This isn't a suicide note, please don't take it as one.
So, while watching Scrubs, I made the observation that I wouldn't be able to stand a funeral or wake. I don't believe in God, or heaven or any of that good stuff, so if someone stood there, telling me about how my good friend or family will go to a "better place" I'd spend the entire thinking about how much I disagree. It would ruin every minute of the service. And my dad is still pretty religious, so he's probably going to want something an incredibly Methodist funeral. My mom has short bouts of religiousness, so she may have one too.
On the other side of things, I have no idea what my funeral would be. If I died today, no one would know what to do. Their speeches about heaven would be null and void, and where would they even hold the wake? They could do it in a church, but the entire time every one would be thinking "He wouldn't want this...". I guess I could be cremated, but where would they spread my ashes? Game Stop? Guitar Center? Frankly, it's hopeless.
THIS PART GETS KINDA CREEPY, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SKIP IT.
I'm not even really sure what I would want. I was going to make this an instruction booklet, but I don't even know what to do. I just googled atheist funeral, it actually helped a lot. I always look to science instead of instead of religion, so I guess I could get around to donation. Honestly, I'm starting to creepy myself out with this.
So there it is. My daily sacrilege, and morbidity out in one shot. Two birds, one slightly disturbing stone.
So, while watching Scrubs, I made the observation that I wouldn't be able to stand a funeral or wake. I don't believe in God, or heaven or any of that good stuff, so if someone stood there, telling me about how my good friend or family will go to a "better place" I'd spend the entire thinking about how much I disagree. It would ruin every minute of the service. And my dad is still pretty religious, so he's probably going to want something an incredibly Methodist funeral. My mom has short bouts of religiousness, so she may have one too.
On the other side of things, I have no idea what my funeral would be. If I died today, no one would know what to do. Their speeches about heaven would be null and void, and where would they even hold the wake? They could do it in a church, but the entire time every one would be thinking "He wouldn't want this...". I guess I could be cremated, but where would they spread my ashes? Game Stop? Guitar Center? Frankly, it's hopeless.
THIS PART GETS KINDA CREEPY, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SKIP IT.
I'm not even really sure what I would want. I was going to make this an instruction booklet, but I don't even know what to do. I just googled atheist funeral, it actually helped a lot. I always look to science instead of instead of religion, so I guess I could get around to donation. Honestly, I'm starting to creepy myself out with this.
So there it is. My daily sacrilege, and morbidity out in one shot. Two birds, one slightly disturbing stone.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Reminiscing
Today (more like 2 minutes ago) I realized that I've had the same bed for 7 years.
This also prompted other thoughts.
I didn't do my first homework assignment(not so surprising now...)and so I hid it in the corner behind my nightstand.
I used to force my mom to play this little pokemon game with me.
Epic Bionicle Battles.
The Biggest Drama was someone cheating in Beyblade.
YU-GI-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merrimack, New Hampshire...
Suicide Hill (sledding)
But as much as I miss nap time, I wouldn't go back. High School sucks, I'd rather look to the passed. I love looking to the future, and as fancy and beyblades were, I'd rather see what comes next than what already is. The same goes with friendships. Sure I'd love to hang out with some of my old friends, but the new ones are...well...better. Some of you guys I've known since 3rd grade, some came into my life in middle school, some more in high school. These are bonds I might not live without. Anna Maria and Adam were cool, but their no Mary Kate and Joey, or Karah, Kenneth, Abby...the list goes on (I just realized that both Anna Maria and Mary Kate have two first names). But if, by some freak accident, my old life and my new one could combine, I'd take the chance in a heart beat. I think everyone would. As John Mayer says
well these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
I remember playing games, pretending to be Goku, or whoever the action hero of the moment was. I think pretty much everyone does, and everyone wishes they could still pull it off without looking like an idiot.
And I'm only 15. 3rd grade was 7 years ago. That's child play compared to some people. Many people can reminisce back to before I was born. Those are the days I'm excited for. The day when I can tell my grandchildren about writing this. The days when I'm ready for anything, when I don't have to check with my mom before I do anything, the days when I don't have to scramble for a ride to go to the mall. The days when I can look back at my life and say, completely seriously, "Game Over. You Win." Those are the days I look forward to.
This also prompted other thoughts.
I didn't do my first homework assignment(not so surprising now...)and so I hid it in the corner behind my nightstand.
I used to force my mom to play this little pokemon game with me.
Epic Bionicle Battles.
The Biggest Drama was someone cheating in Beyblade.
YU-GI-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Merrimack, New Hampshire...
Suicide Hill (sledding)
But as much as I miss nap time, I wouldn't go back. High School sucks, I'd rather look to the passed. I love looking to the future, and as fancy and beyblades were, I'd rather see what comes next than what already is. The same goes with friendships. Sure I'd love to hang out with some of my old friends, but the new ones are...well...better. Some of you guys I've known since 3rd grade, some came into my life in middle school, some more in high school. These are bonds I might not live without. Anna Maria and Adam were cool, but their no Mary Kate and Joey, or Karah, Kenneth, Abby...the list goes on (I just realized that both Anna Maria and Mary Kate have two first names). But if, by some freak accident, my old life and my new one could combine, I'd take the chance in a heart beat. I think everyone would. As John Mayer says
well these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman
I remember playing games, pretending to be Goku, or whoever the action hero of the moment was. I think pretty much everyone does, and everyone wishes they could still pull it off without looking like an idiot.
And I'm only 15. 3rd grade was 7 years ago. That's child play compared to some people. Many people can reminisce back to before I was born. Those are the days I'm excited for. The day when I can tell my grandchildren about writing this. The days when I'm ready for anything, when I don't have to check with my mom before I do anything, the days when I don't have to scramble for a ride to go to the mall. The days when I can look back at my life and say, completely seriously, "Game Over. You Win." Those are the days I look forward to.
Wait...There's No More School?
It still hasn't occurred to me. Obviously I know that I don't have to get up and go to school, but I'm not in the summer mood. This just feels like a short vacation and next week it'll be to The Wad's class Mod A. Even as I write this at 12 in the morning, when I would be either sleeping for finishing a paper for the Wad, I still can't get into the idea of there not being school for 3 months.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm super excited for summer, but it still feels like one of those excitements that's yet to happen. Like I'm waiting for a summer that has already begun. That sounds like a song lyric.
I think it's because of the abrupt ending. There was no party, little year book signing, just...finals. Even the band final was work. Sure Joey and Kenneth came over after school so Kenneth could own us at Marvel vs Capcom 2 (I want ever person who just thought "I love Kenneth" to comment, because that's what everyone says the second you bring him up...but I digress), but that's no end of the year bash. That's something that we could have done any day.
On another note, I just realized that I've had the same bed since 3rd grade...
Now don't get me wrong, I'm super excited for summer, but it still feels like one of those excitements that's yet to happen. Like I'm waiting for a summer that has already begun. That sounds like a song lyric.
I think it's because of the abrupt ending. There was no party, little year book signing, just...finals. Even the band final was work. Sure Joey and Kenneth came over after school so Kenneth could own us at Marvel vs Capcom 2 (I want ever person who just thought "I love Kenneth" to comment, because that's what everyone says the second you bring him up...but I digress), but that's no end of the year bash. That's something that we could have done any day.
On another note, I just realized that I've had the same bed since 3rd grade...
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Short Attention Spans...
So today I made a really great observation on the way home from by dad's. Now that I'm here an in front of my my computer I am completely blanking on what that was. Give a second...I'll spew something out...
Friday, June 18, 2010
Facebook will take over the world. I'm calling it.
After finishing her taxes online, TaxAct asked my sister if she wanted to post that she did her taxes on her facebook wall. After finishing a Ben 10 game on cartoonnetwork.com it asked my cousin if he wanted to post his high score on facebook. Even the Escapist now allows you to sign in/up using facebook. So my theory is that facebook will wriggle it's way into every website on the internet and from there somehow collapse the majority of the internet backbones in the world crippling news, travel, and maybe even military. From there Twitter will come in as an Emperor Palpatine/Hitler figure and assume control by seeming to appose the Facebook take over. However, secretly Twitter and Facebook are allied, with the heads of both corporations being the same person/group. And from there, the rule the world.
If it's one person in charge then eventually a rebellion will arise, and from there it's just the Star Wars Original Trilogy. If it's a group, then eventually there will an argument, which will lead to a civil war, which will leave the world in ruins, leaving the winner (my money's on the facebook remnant) in a crunch to rebuild their empire. Eventually though, the rebellion will rise and over power the FBE (Facebook Empire). And who will this rebellion be led/supported by? Youtube. TTA (Youtube Alliance) will team with the Old World Government (OWG, basically the United Nations that was overthrown by during the Facebook Wars) to overthrow the FBE. However, the Twitter Remnant will be waiting, and while the YTA and the OWG are recovering from the Second Facebook War the Twitter Remnant will rise again.
If it's one person in charge then eventually a rebellion will arise, and from there it's just the Star Wars Original Trilogy. If it's a group, then eventually there will an argument, which will lead to a civil war, which will leave the world in ruins, leaving the winner (my money's on the facebook remnant) in a crunch to rebuild their empire. Eventually though, the rebellion will rise and over power the FBE (Facebook Empire). And who will this rebellion be led/supported by? Youtube. TTA (Youtube Alliance) will team with the Old World Government (OWG, basically the United Nations that was overthrown by during the Facebook Wars) to overthrow the FBE. However, the Twitter Remnant will be waiting, and while the YTA and the OWG are recovering from the Second Facebook War the Twitter Remnant will rise again.
End of the (school) Year Countdowns.
This idea came to me in my sleep last night, as all of the best ideas do. That or the shower. Any who, I decided to make a list of all the things that happened to me this year, favorites, least favorites, things I'll miss and things that have stayed the same. So without further delay, LET THE COUNTING COMMENCE!
Things I didn't like. (Ms Wadleigh is a given, so I won't even include her)
3. Concert Season:Football season was great, but Concert Season was a drag.
2. Be disappearance of one Miss Karah Kaffel: After study first semester she just kinda fell of the face of the planet. I do not appreciate this. Unfortunately, she took her awesome with her. I need to fix this.
1.The disappearance of my Emotions:My Emotions are special, they deserve to be capitalized. Something about High School just kinda sucked away my strong emotions and, in the words of Zane Mcnois, "everything is...meh...". I'm proud to say I share this mild depression with the great Zane McNois and Hector Galvan, makes me feel a bit less lonely.
Thing I liked/loved
4.Lunch/Free Mods:I love just being able to go to the music department and rock out on my guitar for 45 minutes. Sure I get less homework done that day, but it's ok. I gearing up for my future and a world famous guitar playing video game designer.
3.Awesome Teachers:Senorita Soulias is hot, (you were all thinking it) and Mrs St Onge was pure awesome, only a little diluted by the fact that she teaches Math.
2.Riveting conversations with one Ms Abby Desharnais Ever talked to some one for proximately 13 hours? No? I have. It was a rather great conversation, with a rather great person.
1. Walking Home:I know is doesn't sound like much, but this is probably the peek of my day. One Miss Mary Kate Lang, and Mister Joseph Cote are two rather great people, who somehow make a simple walk home the best part of the day.
Things I've learned.
Just agree with the girl: If you're a girl, and you've got drama, chanced are the guy you're telling about it doesn't really care all that much. There are exceptions, but they're in the minority. Also, there's a good chance that the only reason this guy is listening to you is because he likes you, so keep that in mind. If you're feeling extra evil, just randomly throw in something really weird, and see if we continue our "Yep...uh huh...he's a douche...she's a bitch...yep...". That, or keep it in your mind that we're paying attention, it may just be the better of the two.
Things that have stayed the same.
I'm still a nerd: Toward the beginning of the year, one Saturday night I sat down to play Team Fortress Two. When my mother woke up in the morning, some aggravated words were exchanged, then I looked at the clock. It was almost 6 in the morning.
I'm still really awkward around pretty girls: You know who you are...
Any who...
There's my list. I'm not quite sure I made it...but I like it. Make on of your own...or don't...I don't really care that much (see number one on "Things I didn't like").
So leave your comments, have some fun, and SUPER HAPPY SUMMER GUYS.
Things I didn't like. (Ms Wadleigh is a given, so I won't even include her)
3. Concert Season:Football season was great, but Concert Season was a drag.
2. Be disappearance of one Miss Karah Kaffel: After study first semester she just kinda fell of the face of the planet. I do not appreciate this. Unfortunately, she took her awesome with her. I need to fix this.
1.The disappearance of my Emotions:My Emotions are special, they deserve to be capitalized. Something about High School just kinda sucked away my strong emotions and, in the words of Zane Mcnois, "everything is...meh...". I'm proud to say I share this mild depression with the great Zane McNois and Hector Galvan, makes me feel a bit less lonely.
Thing I liked/loved
4.Lunch/Free Mods:I love just being able to go to the music department and rock out on my guitar for 45 minutes. Sure I get less homework done that day, but it's ok. I gearing up for my future and a world famous guitar playing video game designer.
3.Awesome Teachers:Senorita Soulias is hot, (you were all thinking it) and Mrs St Onge was pure awesome, only a little diluted by the fact that she teaches Math.
2.Riveting conversations with one Ms Abby Desharnais Ever talked to some one for proximately 13 hours? No? I have. It was a rather great conversation, with a rather great person.
1. Walking Home:I know is doesn't sound like much, but this is probably the peek of my day. One Miss Mary Kate Lang, and Mister Joseph Cote are two rather great people, who somehow make a simple walk home the best part of the day.
Things I've learned.
Just agree with the girl: If you're a girl, and you've got drama, chanced are the guy you're telling about it doesn't really care all that much. There are exceptions, but they're in the minority. Also, there's a good chance that the only reason this guy is listening to you is because he likes you, so keep that in mind. If you're feeling extra evil, just randomly throw in something really weird, and see if we continue our "Yep...uh huh...he's a douche...she's a bitch...yep...". That, or keep it in your mind that we're paying attention, it may just be the better of the two.
Things that have stayed the same.
I'm still a nerd: Toward the beginning of the year, one Saturday night I sat down to play Team Fortress Two. When my mother woke up in the morning, some aggravated words were exchanged, then I looked at the clock. It was almost 6 in the morning.
I'm still really awkward around pretty girls: You know who you are...
Any who...
There's my list. I'm not quite sure I made it...but I like it. Make on of your own...or don't...I don't really care that much (see number one on "Things I didn't like").
So leave your comments, have some fun, and SUPER HAPPY SUMMER GUYS.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
It's been a while.
I haven't posted in a while. I haven't had much to complain about so...yeah. I'm thinking about making a new blog, this one being some short stories I've written. I'll try not to ignore this one but I probably will. Oh well, it doesn't really matter, Abby's my only follower. HI ABBY! BYE ABBY!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Let the hate mail rain.
Ok, this may become a fad but judging by the fact that I'm making it this is just going to get tossed to the side. Anyway, here I'm listing things that I don't like, from "I despise this with a passion" to "It Just Isn't That Great". Anyway, ON TO THE MAKING PEOPLE HATE ME!
I HATE THIS WITH A BURNING PASSION
Halo 3: I know what you're thinking. I'm a video game nerd. I should love that game. I should be a Colonel or whatever the highest level is. But really, that game SUCKS. Everyone who plays it on Live is a racist bastard who thinks Gamerscore actually matters in real life. But really who give a shit? Also there's no strategy to playing the game. I'd rather be James Bond than Rambo any day.
Rock Band and Guitar Hero...really any game like that: Again, I'm a nerd, I should love this. Then I learned to play an ACTUAL guitar, and My thought when I play it now "Wow...that's disappointing."
Twilight: I'm not even just being a jackass here. I tried to read the book, I really did. But I never got past page 24. I specifically remember looking at this book and saying "Where did the Lightning Thief go?"
IF JUST ISN'T THAT GREAT
Harry Potter: I have to give it to J.K. Rowling, the first four books weren't that bad. I hit the fifth (which people have told me was the worst) and I just stopped. I've read this book 2 half times. No, not the first half then the second half, the first half twice. I just got bored and put it down.
The Beatles: Here's where I need to bring in full body armor to school tomorrow. The Beatles. Basically thought as the greatest musicians of the 20th century. But really I odn't think they're all that great. They're not terrible, but they're not amazing either. I have to admit that I like a few songs but I almost have to admit that most bored me. It's just not my kind of music. Updated about 8 months ago · ·
I HATE THIS WITH A BURNING PASSION
Halo 3: I know what you're thinking. I'm a video game nerd. I should love that game. I should be a Colonel or whatever the highest level is. But really, that game SUCKS. Everyone who plays it on Live is a racist bastard who thinks Gamerscore actually matters in real life. But really who give a shit? Also there's no strategy to playing the game. I'd rather be James Bond than Rambo any day.
Rock Band and Guitar Hero...really any game like that: Again, I'm a nerd, I should love this. Then I learned to play an ACTUAL guitar, and My thought when I play it now "Wow...that's disappointing."
Twilight: I'm not even just being a jackass here. I tried to read the book, I really did. But I never got past page 24. I specifically remember looking at this book and saying "Where did the Lightning Thief go?"
IF JUST ISN'T THAT GREAT
Harry Potter: I have to give it to J.K. Rowling, the first four books weren't that bad. I hit the fifth (which people have told me was the worst) and I just stopped. I've read this book 2 half times. No, not the first half then the second half, the first half twice. I just got bored and put it down.
The Beatles: Here's where I need to bring in full body armor to school tomorrow. The Beatles. Basically thought as the greatest musicians of the 20th century. But really I odn't think they're all that great. They're not terrible, but they're not amazing either. I have to admit that I like a few songs but I almost have to admit that most bored me. It's just not my kind of music. Updated about 8 months ago · ·
Videogames FTW.
People like to carry this ill informed and judgmental "video games rot your brain" mentality after watching two seconds of someone playing Halo 3 online. What the they don't see is the story, the setting, the characters all things that are presented in the greatest movies and books. (I'm not saying Halo has any good example of these as it is and always will be an awful game) What they do see is the immature ranting of frat boys who couldn't care less about any of that. Take a true gamer and he (or she as I have recently been introduced to female gamers) will pay attention to the cut scenes, the settings and the characters.
Take examples such as Mass Effect 1 and 2, and Fallout 3 (too name few) and you will see that story and setting are driving factors not just blood and gore. If you were to pay attention for more than 30 seconds you would see the similarities to the greatest books and movies. But there's more. In movies you watch what the director wants you to watch. You stare idly at a screen or page with no interaction and every time you reread or rewatch that movie it will be exactly the same. Only in a videogame do you get the ability to change a single action to change the story, or to make a single mistake that will follow you for the rest of game.
Now I'm not saying books and movies are inferior, but I want to show you the advances in technology, and what the future of entertainment will be like. Sure 100 years ago people though similar about the "moving pictures" but a lot of change happened in the last 100 years. Technology, human rights, environmental, all these views changed rapidly and I'm hoping to do the same with videogames.
Many people say that books are better for you. How? They're educational? Not all books. Many are simply for entertainment, just as video games are. Many books have no educational value at all hidden with in it's pages. The same can be said about videogames. They're for entertainment, but many are also educational. A text book is easily comparable to any of the many games that line Staples shelves that are used for education.
Story, games have just as much background story as movies or books do, and it's not uncommon for the visual aspect of a setting to help the story. Even more than the visual aspect that movies share but the fact that you are the one seeing the sky or walking through the field as opposed to watching the main character do the same or some letters on a page or a vague view aimed at some sickeningly perfect actor can't muster. Nothing is better than walking over a hill in a first person view to see some far of planet appear on the other side.
Many people say that videogames are a waste of time, that you could be out there do the same thing. For the most part that's untrue. Most games are made for escapism, for getting out of your boring life and into the shoes (or combat boots) of a marine, or a knight, or a famous explorer on an adventure so save the damsel. Or a plumber with a really cool mustache. True if we really wanted we could join the marines, but some people aren't fit for the military. Sure we could grow that cool mustache and go to save the damsel, but how many princesses get locked in a castle now-a-days? Videogames are for escapism, not to replace life. Many of us "geeks" even balance good grades, friendships and other hobbies with having a fun virtual life. It's just a hobby. You probably spend just as much time on your as we do on ours.
So before you get all self righteous with you insults and decrees, pay attention, do your research, and pick up a controller.
Take examples such as Mass Effect 1 and 2, and Fallout 3 (too name few) and you will see that story and setting are driving factors not just blood and gore. If you were to pay attention for more than 30 seconds you would see the similarities to the greatest books and movies. But there's more. In movies you watch what the director wants you to watch. You stare idly at a screen or page with no interaction and every time you reread or rewatch that movie it will be exactly the same. Only in a videogame do you get the ability to change a single action to change the story, or to make a single mistake that will follow you for the rest of game.
Now I'm not saying books and movies are inferior, but I want to show you the advances in technology, and what the future of entertainment will be like. Sure 100 years ago people though similar about the "moving pictures" but a lot of change happened in the last 100 years. Technology, human rights, environmental, all these views changed rapidly and I'm hoping to do the same with videogames.
Many people say that books are better for you. How? They're educational? Not all books. Many are simply for entertainment, just as video games are. Many books have no educational value at all hidden with in it's pages. The same can be said about videogames. They're for entertainment, but many are also educational. A text book is easily comparable to any of the many games that line Staples shelves that are used for education.
Story, games have just as much background story as movies or books do, and it's not uncommon for the visual aspect of a setting to help the story. Even more than the visual aspect that movies share but the fact that you are the one seeing the sky or walking through the field as opposed to watching the main character do the same or some letters on a page or a vague view aimed at some sickeningly perfect actor can't muster. Nothing is better than walking over a hill in a first person view to see some far of planet appear on the other side.
Many people say that videogames are a waste of time, that you could be out there do the same thing. For the most part that's untrue. Most games are made for escapism, for getting out of your boring life and into the shoes (or combat boots) of a marine, or a knight, or a famous explorer on an adventure so save the damsel. Or a plumber with a really cool mustache. True if we really wanted we could join the marines, but some people aren't fit for the military. Sure we could grow that cool mustache and go to save the damsel, but how many princesses get locked in a castle now-a-days? Videogames are for escapism, not to replace life. Many of us "geeks" even balance good grades, friendships and other hobbies with having a fun virtual life. It's just a hobby. You probably spend just as much time on your as we do on ours.
So before you get all self righteous with you insults and decrees, pay attention, do your research, and pick up a controller.
Ever notice how haters always get the most sucked into things?
You all know someone like this. That person who instantly says they hate something with little to no experience with them. Everyone does this, I must admit that I have done this also. But there are those who people who hate EVERYTHING except that one thing that's uber popular and this one person (let's call them Hater with a capital H) just can't get enough of it. Often it's a book (*coughtwilightcough*) often it's a video game (*coughcallofdutycough*) or some other media.
In their defense Hater's hates are grounded. Say they hate popular actresses because they're "girly" or "stereotypical" but they take it too far. They'll see someone on TV for two seconds and then say "I don't like her" or Hater labels a band after listening to only a few of their songs (singles more often than not are not the bands best songs). And then these same people turn around to worship anything that sneaks through their elitist filters.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion, I know that, I just think it's funny that Hater and their collegues can diss everything that doesn't make it through their filters and worship anything that does. So what do I propose? AMBIVALENCE FOR ALL! Or at least until you actually take a while to think through and analyze your opinions
Let's see...what else can I complain about?
Note: Yes, a small part of this is meant to be hypocritical. I don't like twilight, but I at least gave it a shot. It's more than I can say about some people.
In their defense Hater's hates are grounded. Say they hate popular actresses because they're "girly" or "stereotypical" but they take it too far. They'll see someone on TV for two seconds and then say "I don't like her" or Hater labels a band after listening to only a few of their songs (singles more often than not are not the bands best songs). And then these same people turn around to worship anything that sneaks through their elitist filters.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion, I know that, I just think it's funny that Hater and their collegues can diss everything that doesn't make it through their filters and worship anything that does. So what do I propose? AMBIVALENCE FOR ALL! Or at least until you actually take a while to think through and analyze your opinions
Let's see...what else can I complain about?
Note: Yes, a small part of this is meant to be hypocritical. I don't like twilight, but I at least gave it a shot. It's more than I can say about some people.
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