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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...

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.

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...

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.

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)

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.

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/