This is another post about looking back into the past to look forward into the future. However, it is a little different. Living in the past means you cannot move forward into the future. Taking sneak peaks back there can relive the euphoria, but if it does not reflect or rekindle, it is meaningless. If the times we are living in are full of negativity, then it is necessary to keep these moments in mind. Looking to the past can create a blindness for the current and the future. Looking into the future based on current events is basically just as important as looking into the past. Will these events I am turning a blind eye to happen again? I shrugged them off once, will I be trampled over the next time and let it happen? Yet, it is not all negative. We can learn.

All throughout my posts there has been a message of learning from the past, present, and future. fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. If you are content, stay in that place. If you can reach for improvement, reach for it. my posts have given these messages. It is just hard to reach when your arm is tired and it is going to hurt. Sometimes it comes with consequences. Knowledge is not free, it is a good that is acquired through work and sweat. When the odds were in your favor, and the next day someone stacks weights against you, it is hard to fully know which is lighter.

Patience is a virtue, but wading could be suicide.

A little note

Let me tell you a little story relating to my blog-

The little link has been up on my toolbar that links me to this blog. Sometimes I click it and look back at my old posts. I randomly started reading one of my old posts, and at the end of the post I left a little 'ps' paragraph that almost made no sense to anyone reading it.. except me. It was a little secret note that I left to myself in case someday I had forgotten something that seemed important to me. The part that blew my mind was that I had forgotten it, and this DID remind me. I stared at nothing for a second, how the hell did I forget what was enticing and surrounding my head at the time? Something that was starting to lose its euphoria had instantly been re-sparked and kindled and became a flame again.

That little note is what inspired me to come back to my blog and write another post. I want to look back at this post sometime and realize, wow, flames can be rekindled, bridges can be rebuilt.

I love this blog, and it is written for no one except myself. Its my thoughts, emotions, rationals, and justifications written in cyberspace.

Slumberparties

Oh yes, I know there is a party going on, yet I am not invited. I am sure you understand my problem with getting invited to this all girl slumberparty, the fact that I am a boy. Even though my masculinity can bring me far, it is not enough to bring me into the unknown cavern that is a girl's sleepover. I have seen the movies, I know what goes on in these. These girls, do things that are unspeakable. I know, I've seen the movies! Oh yeah, the intense pillow fights in their nightgowns. What slumber party have you seen in a movie that did NOT involve a pillow fight? None.

I wonder if any girls have ever been injured in a pillow fight? I can't imagine a worse way to get a battle wound. Imagine someone asking you, "How did you get that scar on your forehead?" "Well, You see, I was in intense pillow fight warfare, and well, things got crazy." I hope that these girls that are whaling on each other have some sort of mercy when they beat the crap out of each other. As soft as a pillow is, something that is moving at the high speed velocity of the weapon that is a pillow is still gonna hurt!

I can just imagine the dirty things that these girls do. Oh you know, all girl slumber party pg 13 rated kinds of stuff. I am 100 % absolutely sure that these supposively 'innocent' girls talk about one thing and one thing only... boys. What else is on a teenage girls mind? Lots of boys. They talk about hot boys, short boys, tall boys, skinny boys, fat boys, and more boys. They probably talk about who looks the best without a shirt on. I wonder.. if any girls have wondered what I look like without my shirt on? Probably.

When girls have these sleep overs, I think they need to entertain themselves. They do this with truth-or-dare. In this game there are two options: truth, or dare. I am sure that their truths are super lame, like which guy has the cutest butt or when was the first time you kissed a boy. That section of the game is pretty dull as an onlooking boy. Yet, the game gets really exciting when the dares come out. I can only imagine the kinds of dirty deeds these girls do when theyre only surrounded by other girls. When the girls choose the impulsive decision of dare, oh they better be ready for some crazy stuff.

I got pulled over

They say, "Don't drive in the fast lane if you are going to go the speed limit" However, they forgot to say "ONLY DO THIS IF YOU REALIZE YOU ARE CAPABLE OF GETTING PULLED OVER!" Guess what happened to me. Yeah, for the second time in my life I got pulled over for speeding by a copper. The first time was for 11 over, and the nice officer let me off with a verbal warning (love). But this time it was a little different.

I will start by saying that the route I was on was an off route because of road work. And on a little more pathetic side, my friends mom had told me not to speed on that road because cops had been pulling pissed off people over that had been speeding through that area. I fit the description- pissed off person speeding. When I looked in my rear view I saw the lights and thought "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Unlucky for me, this was another high school's prom night, and apparently alcohol is consumed primarily on prom night. Oh yeah, did I mention this was an hour passed my driving curfew? 1:15 in the morning, ha. The officer made me get out of the car. Holy crap. It is actually sort of cool hearing a cop say to you, "I'm going to need you to step out of the car." Just like in the movies. But I was a little too star struck, because he asked me if it was ok if he patted me down. What do I say to that? No? So I asked if I needed to put my hands on my car and he kinda looked at me funny. Note to self: patting down doesn't need to have hands on the car. After feeling me up, he told me that he was only letting me off with a warning, 40 in a 30. I basically thanked jesus at that moment. 10 over an hour past curfew, and I got a warning.

So, I don't think I deserved the warning. I deserved a speeding ticket to be honest. I am not sure if my license would have been revoked, but I guess I am thankful for a cop with a generous heart. Let's be honest here, I am probably going to speed again sometime soon. It is hard to not do that. Maybe this lesson will teach me every time I look at my speedometer, and then it will resulting with me tapping the breaks. I guess I am glad that some people break the stereotypes- a cop that let me off easy. I appreciate it officer.


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ADDICTION: Mountain Dew

I have been trying and trying and trying to quit drinking mountain dew. I have many reasons why I am trying to quit this addiction. Yes, it is actually an addiction of mine. I didn't used to think it was an addiction, however, I attempted to quit cold turkey-style. 'Going cold turkey' is just totally 100% stopping. Mainly, it means no gradual decline of habit use. To be completely honest, it isn't working that well.

I first realized I was addicted to this soda pop drink not too long ago. I used to pour the stuff down my throat without thinking anything. And I first decided to quit when I starting being a little bit healthier. I substituted it for propel, which actually worked a little because I think it was the artificial sugars that I was addicted to. And actually I didn't drink any pop at all for like a month. Yet, I decided to relapse a little bit and drink one, and then one more didn't hurt, and then one more didn't hurt, and then I think you get the point. I relapsed.... on mountain dew. how pathetic is that? Every sense then, I have been attempting to quit drinking it again. And as sadly as this sounds, the longest I have gone is 2 and a half days.

So about quitting, I think the hardest way to go about doing it is cold turkey, and damnit I don't even think it's effective. It just makes me want it more and more. I think a gradual decline is a better tactic. But however, I think forcing a quit of a habit doesn't work very well ever, I think the way to go is by finding some sort of motivation for quitting, like when I stopped drinking all those calories it made me lose weight (true story by the way!). So, I think the way to better yourself from your nasty dirty habits is finding those little small motivations that will keep you moving in the right and just direction. Whether it be a competition, or if it is to get buffer faster, motivation is key, not force.


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awkward

So from being in many awkward situations, I learn how to avoid awkward situations. Awkward silences are the worst. There is nothing at all that I dread more when speaking to someone. When I say something expecting a response yet no response is given, how awkward! So i learned several ways and techniques to avoid awkward situations.

First, you gotta think before speaking. You need to know which stories are funny, and which make you look like a freak. That is what it comes down to, how your stories make you look. For example, if I give a story about how my friends and I were in a closet at a friends house when her mom came home, that's a pretty damn funny story. HOWEVER- don't ever tell the story of when the dentist found some food stuck in your teeth and asked how long it had been there. You have no idea, I even wondered how it got there!! No, this was a bad story. The wide eyed stairs you receive from a story like this means that it is awkward, sorry. So you need to think before telling a story, does it make you look worse off? Think about your audience and purpose. Is your audience going to think this is funny? Or are they the ones to give you the wtf-look? And your purpose, is it to merely inform a story? Or is it actually to be funny? Because usually the bad stories are the ones with no real purpose!

Yet, like I said, the way to learn is to be put in the awkward situations. It happens to the best of us, but due to my mass amounts of experience, I know how to get out of a situation when put in it! To be honest, just keep talking. But not about the 'awkward' situation, you need to in a subtle manner change the subject. Explain how the story you WERE giving leads to THIS story! THIS story is good! Boring is not awkward, yet boring is a situation you'd rather be in!

Practice makes perfect. Practice avoids awkwardness! Talk talk talk talk! However, don't talk TOO much, because then you're annoying! Another tip- sometimes moments arn't usually awkward until you say it's awkward. the power is in your hands!!!


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I'm a guy. No, seriously.

Yeah, the title explains it. I am a guy. I was in a heated debate with a friend, if it was easier being a dude or a dudeette. Actually, it wasn't a debate really, she was saying it was easier to be a guy and I pretty much agreed.

REASONS WHY IT IS GREAT TO BE A GUY:

1. I get to scratch my butt in public. Apparently women actually don't allow themselves to do this, and honestly I have never even thought anything of it. I scratch my butt in the middle of the hall ways, however, I avoid intense scratching of volume or depth, as that passes the line into creepy.

2. Every morning when I look in the mirror, I think, "Damn, I'm one sexy hunk." I could care less what other people think of me, the more girth a man has, the more volume and density, which is almost practically related to muscle. If I flex my guns and something is there, then holy crap, I've been working out too much and might need to slow down.

3. I love my hair. The more simple hair gets on a guy, the more girls like it. It is a little known fact that I am sharing with the world. You don't see girls chasing dudes with dreadlocks, but ones with shaved heads. I don't gotta spend an hour every morning seducing a straightener, I just make sure it isn't bedhead and I am good to go.

4. I get to avoid tampons. Tampons scare me.

5. Whenever I am wearing nice professional attire clothes, I get to do something crazy. And when I say crazy, I mean crazy. By the end of the night, I go from business to party simply by removing my tie and putting around the forehead like a headband. Oh yeah, party on dudes.

lumberjacks are so manly

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studystudystudy

Well, I have blogged about this topic before and it looks like I am about to do it again. But this, it is actually sort of serious. Procrastination- it has gotten pretty bad. My procrastination is seeming to be sort of a serious manner for me. I have 2 more AP tests coming up and this was my weekend to study for them. What did I do this weekend to pass my time? You have two options, I either, A: Studied. or B: Played video games. If you guessed A, you are incorrect, sorry! Well, to be honest, I tried to study, and I just got bored.

The fact that studying, for me, can become such a drudgery and become so boring I think is actually a pretty major problem. I mean, I would get out the easiest form of studying psychology terms, flashcards. Yet, after a few I would wonder what I could be doing on the video games right now. The logical fallacies fly through my head, such as "I could totally be accomplishing things right now on the video games." When in real life, I am only logging onto these to avoid the dreaded flipping of flash cards.

So this is sort of my self-help post. I think I could study better if I turned off the computer, and after this blog I am going to! I could also study better if I could focus more, so maybe caffeine would solve the problem of tiredness. Maybe sitting in a new spot, such as on the couch and rather then at the computer, because we learned in psych that sitting in your usual procrastination and laziness spot does not help! I think I am going to shower first, I am not sure, but I feel it might help. Definitely, no television (I already tried, don't judge me!) Honestly, the one thing this will boil down to is self-determination. I think I will think of someone who I know is extremely self-determined and I am jealous of, and it might help motivate me to try to be the same.

Thank god writing this post took me just a little bit of time to get away from studying!


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Potatoes

So last night i was playing an online game. It was a game that potatoes fly across the screen and you need to count them. It starts to get intense when potatoes start flying really fast across the screen, and also carrots and cabbages fly across the screen and you can't count them. The part that motivated me to play this fucking stupid game for fucking 2 hours was that I was part of a 'competition' type sort of thing. I needed to get a score of 155 potatoes in order to beat this 'high score'. So after an extreme potato counting session for almost 2 hours, I decided I was only to do only one more round. I actually even put the mouse on the top corner X in order to stop my minor addiction to projectile potatoes. The final round: it was the final showdown. This was it, it was for all the marbles. I actually started off really well, and then I scored a 176!!! A 176! I BEAT IT! I was euphoric! I fist pumped the air and clicked send score. And it replyed with "ERROR: Your score was not processed, close the browser and try again."..........................wtf are you kidding me? The shit broke down on me. I stood up, kicked absolutely nothing but the air and started talking to myself, "I don't care what that game says! I am a winner!" and other vulgar phrases like, "That game ain't got shit on me!" Never before have such profanity came out because of aerial potatoes.

So that entire night I was just grinning out of a defense mechanism because I had so epicly won, yet so epicly failed due to not my part. It made me wonder, this was such an achievement for me, yet I had nothing to show for it. Almost any time I have achieved something, I have had something to show for it. I guess that is why they give out trophies at the end of soccer games, so that the little kiddies can put it up on their mantle. Yet, I got nothing. But, I was pleasently surprized at my reaction. I actually sort of enjoyed just knowing that I did something that no one will ever know I did (unless you read this blog post.) This was an even less physical rewarding experience then volunteering. Volunteering you know that you are helping someone, and sometimes that someone will thank you. No, this was just a personal goal that I achieved with flying colors, yet it again was something that does not even exist.

The only thing I am leaving with out of this experience is that I am a winner. And yes, being a winner feels good. There was no losers here, but I was a winner. And yes, a virtual game does not have 'shit' on me either. Hell yeah.


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Inanimate Objects Making Money

So recently I have been playing the trading card game, Magic The Gathering (I know it is super nerdy, don't judge me!) And in order to complete my total badass deck of cards, I need to get 4 of a specific card to put in... however... inorder to buy this card I would need to spend 20 dollars on it... 20 dollars on each. individual. card. I'm not stupid and I am NOT about to do this, but it makes me wonder because I know someone who is not as economically savvy as I might spend that much on these tiny pieces of paper. That is all they are... tiny pieces of paper. How can these tiny pieces of paper with a picture and writing on them be worth 80 dollars? Some even go up to 50 dollars individually. It is stupid how they are so expensive.

This sort of reminds me of an online video game I used to play. On this game, the founders created a system of 'donations.' If you 'donated' to the game, you would in return gain a virtual item. (I think they only called it donations due to avoid taxes, but that is irrelevant!) So unlike buying the card, when you spent this money online, you would gain absolutely nothing in real life. Zero. The company was making absolutely 100% profit... off of nothing. And some people would spend a lot of money from these virtual 'donations.'

So I ask, is it really worth it to buy nothing in a physical form? I used to be a little bit more naive, and tell myself that this donation is the price of 'fun.' A price on fun sounds a little rediculous, I mean the game was free in the first place, yet in order to keep it free people need to 'donate'. I don't think some things like these games should be free, I feel that people should pay to operate them, because the company is paying to keep the server up in the first place. I do believe fun has a cost, and I don't believe that some people can pay their way to fun. I think the people who get the benefits from the bonus inanimate items should be the people who people vote are the most caring! Rather then the rich moguls gaining perks, the good people would! A just world phenomenon! Maybe I am still naive.


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grades

We got our midterms today. My grades were pretty good I guess. I mean, I actually started to work hard in classes and I actually began to get good grades. Getting them wern't not too hard to do either, it just required labor. That is what the key to success in GPA is, laborious work. The corrolation, I feel, is there and astounding. It also, amazingly as it sounds, feels pretty good to get good grades. Never in high school did I actually try at getting high grades as I have this term and last, and I regret not trying this hard in the past. I mean, I got a C in AP World history, and now I am cranking out A's in AP classes.

I think that also this new extreme nationalism for good grades has been acquired from my past bad grades. When I visited the University of Texas for a college tour, I began to realize, "Oh Crap, my gpa where it is now will not get me into this college." And thinking this really sucked. I mean, i want the option to go to any college I want, and hearing the admissions officer talk I realized just how important class rank is. It was rediculous, because it almost sounded like that was the only thing that they took into consideration! So I cracked down on grades. I started, believe it or not, studying. It is not hard to get a 3.0 without ever looking at a textbook, but getting a 4.0 is a lot harder.

So I think I am going to continue to try to get these good grades. Next year won't be so easy, because I am going to be in a few MORE AP classes. Right now I have found a delicate balance between AP classes and regular classes... but next year it will be all focus on grades. This is sort of going to suck, I just hope that I can get a good GPA the first term, and then senioritis grades the last terms!


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so you think you can dance? no, i don't

today I decided to go out on a whim and try out for show choir. this is something big for me because i have been the chairman of anti-showchoir for probably the past 10 years. It was a really spontaneous decision of mine to even try out. today was only the dancing part, but maaaan i was terrible. I realized that when you have never danced before, you actually lack a sense of rhythm. I think the reason I don't have rhythm is a lack of some bone in my foot or something. well, the main problem was my memorization. when you do the dance for the coach guys or whatever, apparently you have to remember the dance, and i forgot to remember the dance. So I got all mixed up multiple times. I think it is even harder to get back on track when you mess up. You see, the reason why I did so awful is because in the 'training' i was playing off the person infront of me, and then they threw a fucking curveball and made us stand in a line, which blew my mind. So after today when I think of my future, I think of possible lawyer, doctor, politician, and maybe even a teacher. But any dreams I have of being a professional dancer are dashed. I was hoping a major in political science with a minor in salsa dancing could get me to presidential status, but now I will only be the president who can't salsa dance.

going into this, I was thinking, "Huh, boy, you haven't ever really danced before in your life have you?" and the amount of experience I acquired in my lifetime showed, which was short of nothing. But hey, I couldn't care less that I can't dance a conga line, I tried! And damnit, what more can a boy with two left feet do! so I am proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone, yeah! i could care less that I am making a defense mechanism!

So I look at this and think that I can overcome any challenge! except the vocal audition part is tomorrow...... fuck



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My Youth

One of my friends has a brother with a tattoo. It wasn't very professionally done and it was his favorite band's symbol to the left of one of his pecs on his chest. I have always had my parent's opinion when it comes to tattoos, that they are stupid and not worth having something on your body always. Yet he told me his reasoning behind getting his tattoo, "It was a symbol of my youth, it makes me think of all the good times I had whenever I look at it." This got me thinking about my youth.

Recently when I was driving I was just thinking of what I thought of my youth. I loved it to be completely honest. I loved all the moments, even the stupid ones that I am supposed to look back on with shame. The times that my decisions were 'less then thinking of the future' and 'less then... legal' I don't regret. I am glad I didn't get busted for these to be honest, so I look back with zero percent regret and 100% nostalgia.

I want to look back on my times and remember them being the greatest times of my life. I want every moment in my past to be fantastic and also, I want to look back when in the future at the present and think the same thoughts I am thinking of now when looking back into the past (wtf kind of sentence was that?)

So about tattoos, It doesn't sound so bad. For the first time in my life 5 minutes ago I actually considered getting one. What would I get? I don't know really, I don't think I would want a band symbol, but maybe something related to what the majority of my youth was devoted to, maybe something like video games. What would I get? A master sword and hyrulian shield maybe? Possibly mario, not sure, but if it was video games it would have to be nintendo. But also maybe something related to computer, but that might just be too nerdy.

I might not need a tattoo to look back into my youth with joyful nostalgia, but it sure would be fun to do!




probably not to this extent
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more Karma

So I feel sort of bad, I was pretty mean to this guy. You see, in the musical, as rambled on before, I was in charge of moving the stinking stairs. Another 'stage tech' person was this other kid who seems a little different. He was in charge of moving the cube, alone with 3 other kids. He just really pissed everyone off in so many ways. I could blog 1200 words in a week easily just talking about him pissing me off, but thats not really what this post is about. It is about what I felt towards him, it was sort of weird. He would piss me off so so so bad and then I would be mean to him. He wasn't the one to stick up for himself very much. Afterward, I would feel terrible. It was almost like I was bipolar between pity and hatred.

In the middle of a scene, he walked off because he needed a drink. he just went off. We were so mad at him, I don't know how to handle this, as he seemed to be like a two year old. And when he got back, he said that he was not ignorant. I don't get how someone can be not ignorant yet so oblivious at the same time. I even stared him down one time. Yet after these moments, I still continued to feel bad for bullying this kid. I happened to know he liked to play rock paper scissors, so I played that with him. I immediately switched to the pitiful mood.

I wonder what this guy thinks of me. I wonder if he thinks that I am a bully, because I sure do think I was one. Yet I tried to make amends and be nice and give him a birthday present (which was a free burrito card from my wallet to pancheros). I would personally hate someone who was a jerk to me and then tried to be nice to make up for the mean times they acted like a jerk to me. I just don't know how to get things like not getting him to walk around behind the stage where the audience can see him without getting frustrated and angry at him.. don't get me wrong, after we got mad he didn't do it again, but that doesn't mean it felt good to do.

I think this one goes to karma to decide. How my karma ended up here? I am not sure, I think it is somewhere from neutral to bad. I am going to say sorry, but would it really mean anything? Just because it is over that means it won't happen again, but if the musical wasn't over I would still most likely get just as pissed at him. I still feel bad.



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Unintended Volunteering

So for the current musical the high school is putting on, I am probably on the stage more then anyone else in the entire production. I am not the lead principle actor however, not even the second most important. I got drafted to be the co-'stair guy'. Yeah, I move the effin stairs. What more do I do than that besides sing in the chorus? Nothing. I move the stairs, nothing more. Its pretty lame. And I am positive you are asking yourself, "oh mr, how did you get drafted to be such an important person sitting off on the side of the stage and not supposed to be moving, and moving the stairs when needed?" WELL FINE BLOGREADER, I got this stupid assignment on accident. A question by the director was asked of "hey, can someone come help move these stairs?" I accordingly volunteered myself for a quick minor task. Yet, he asked again later, "who helped me move the stairs again?" I politely raised my hand, and he responded that I was stranded on the stairs-moving island without an escape plan. Besides the main actors, I do much more work than anyone else in the entire play. All this work has made me bitter and bitter until I have been counting down the days until the whole damn thing finishes.

This situation brings up a lot of different thoughts about volunteering. I have always been one to raise my hand to offer a quick hand on a minor task, but being put into this morethen minor job was a different matter. I involuntarily volunteered. Yet, volunteering pleasures arise from the joys of helping others, and I am doing this, so I am honestly baffled and confused why I hate doing this so much. I am not sure if it is because the people around me are all just hanging out off stage messing around playing cards, while I am required to sit still and not talk or move. It is not relaxing, because the constant threat of 'DON'T EFF THIS UP YOU MORON" is lingering above my head. I also am confused because I did actually get some recognition from the director, telling me thanks for stepping up to move the stairs.

So I still wonder why I hate this damn job so damn much. I think the reason might go back to the involuntarily accidentally volunteering myself for more then I was originally going to voluntarily volunteer for. But dissonance arises as I chose to be someone with a nice set of morals in the first place, yet laziness and greed make me want to sit on my ass and watch some other poor sap move the goddamn stairs. It is not like I am going to just quit this however, I am going to stick it out. The best way to do that is to just shut up and do it. So this was my stair moving vent, phew.


the stairs sorta look like this
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No one can get anywhere without direction. Direction is everything, is is the way you are heading, it the way you are pointing is the exact way that you are going, and there is 359 other degrees you can be going, but however you are going this way. There is no wrong direction to take, as it cannot be something that could considered wrong... it is a matter of your preferred direction or nonpreferred direction. The manner of direction and just how right it is is what defines how effective something can be.

So I got onto this ramble of direction due to a bad direction that someone has been giving me recently. Someone who is supposed to be leading me lately has been giving awful direction. I say this because someone who chose to be a leader, and also someone who I accepted as a leader of my own has been leading me awfully. The reason why I am doing such a nastygram blog is due to this.. them blaming me for a lack of leadership skills that they are exibiting. I was blamed for speaking out of place when they were silent. Is that really fair? If I am not being led anywhere, why am I supposed to follow them? How do I even do that? I see no reason to do that to be honest. If they suck at being a leader, let someone else take over.

So again I was sort of stuck in a dilemma here, who should I let be my own personal leader? Do I follow the man in authority who has been giving me sass for not letting them be a totalitarian? Or should I just join in the mob and be another face in the crowd and give the dictator lip? How many alternative options are there, should I become a leader under the authority of the dictator? Or would I just look like a powerless dictator? Questions like these are dumb to answer, and I sort of prefer the easy way out. That is why people are so passive about things like this, because the bystander effect makes us just sit and do what they tell us...............now that was a good ramble lol




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chill out dude

I think everyone needs to slow down. It is simple as that, today as I was driving and sitting at a stop light I was thinking; everyone is always moving. I looked at all the faces that drove past me while I was waiting. We are constantly either sitting at a stop light or moving towards the next one. Never do you see people just watching stoplights from the sidewalks, as we don't seem to be accomplishing anything when that happens. It just feels like everyone is moving too fast and need to stop and watch the world around them.

Of course that is another one of the 'buellerisms' yet I feel it is so true. I also fall under this catagory of not enjoying what is infront of me. I feel it is hard for myself to even enjoy something as simple as the world around me because the world doesn't sit still for long enough to me to even catch the glipse of what is going on. This is another crazy what if moments, but what if everyone did decide to 'chill out' for a little bit. I know I sound like a wacked out San Franciscoian, but I think we all should just relax sometime. A moment where everyone could just go outside and slow down for a breather. Everywhere you go, there are people passing you busily on their way to work, out to eat, or to school.

I don't think we should do this national chillout day because of the environment, but for something a little bit more important- our selves. Yes everyone says the environment is important, but I think that our survival is a little bit more important. So I am not going into how the environment affects our survival, yet, I think our emotions and stuff are what really affect our survival as a human species. I think that one of the most important things to do as a human in order to keep one's sanity is to... like I frankly put it, chill out every once in a while.


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Video Games, revisited again

So I created this blog with the worry of picking topics for it. I dreaded thinking of what I would commit myself to speaking about 3 times a week for a year. So I chose something that i was passionate about... that being video games. They were what I spent all my time on, and what I spent the majority of my thoughts thinking about. I must admit, I was psychologically addicted, and I mean every sense of it. I tried to tell myself I wasn't, and I would always joke about it. But video games were an honest to god addiction to myself. However, due to multiple reasons, I kicked the habit, and it feels pretty damn good to do so.

I will start by saying that I would play world of warcraft so many hours a week. I would get home, start playing at 4, and get off about 9ish or be on and off for maybe 3-5 hours of world of warcraft every single night. To be honest I just thought of it as a hobby. The problem was, I was not occupying myself with anything else to do in that time, so really there was nothing wrong with doing that. I would go home and not be participating in any other extracurricular activities. I had so much free time, I played these video games. That was the cause of this addiction, sheer boredom. When I wasn't playing world of warcraft, I was doing absolutely nothing. However, I did normally get my homework done, but it was normally in a half-assed manner because I wanted to spend time playing and I would only devote the bare minimum amount of time to homework.

So I attempted to quit multiple times. I tried everything to quit cold-turkey style from this drug of warcraft. I stopped my account, but I later continued it. I uninstalled the game, but later installed it. Even in desperation (and after seeing a movie that denounced materialism) I unplugged my computer, yet it became plugged in again. None of these methods made my willpower strong enough to stop playing these games. So I recently asked myself, how have you not played this video game at all in the last month? It is simple really, I occupied myself.

Occupying myself was a great way to kick this addiction that spawned from boredom. I joined speech, which took up so many hours of my life, and then with a new girlfriend, and then later with the spring musical sweeney todd. When sometimes people say that actions speak louder than words, I can say that this only sometimes works, but a really powerful theory would be 'out of sight, out of mind.'

So I think the best way to deal with something like a psychological addiction, or something of that nature, is to hide it. Hiding a problem like this can actually be effective. hiding it forces yourself to put it in the smallest corner, where it is one day forgotten. However, with this tactic, the most important part is the forgetting of it. Hiding emotions can be bad when they all boil over!

Social Networking is Working

Facebook, myspace, twitters, and blogs. They are all social networking. These new notworking websites have opened up thousands of new possibilities to the users. They allow us to explore the internet and communicate with each other with us seeing each others photos and interests. We are now able to see what they are up to and how they have been. Not only that, it is easy to keep in touch. With just a few clicks we can instant message. Something most effective then texting and easier to handle than calling on the phone.

I do feel that instant messaging like this on social networking sites has conditioned people to be less socially connected to each other in a way. I mean this by people are too held back by anxiety from not being used to talking on a phone. I remember a long time ago when I dated a girl, she would be scared to talk to me on the phone and she would only talk to me on Aol Instant Messanger. Besides this, I can only think of one other possible negative side effect of social networking sites, that being the rise of creepers. That was a post I made earlier in the year.

I think it is pretty rediculous when parents do not let their children get a social networking site. After useing it for hours upon hours, I think all the great positive things that arise from it smash the few negative side effects that parents are prone to seeing. However, it is really when parents allow really young children to get a facebook. One of my cousins that is 11 or 12 has a facebook. Facebook seems to be more high school or college orientated, and I do not feel that children that young should be exposed to a thing like facebook. I do think that they are more prone to be the target of such 'creepers'. They should just wait until all their friends are getting them... that is in high school!

Social Networking sites are great ways to interact with each other.


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Karma

I believe in karma. I will first start with a simple story that my friend told me and why he believes in karma. He had been messing around and making fun of some kids with some fellow neighborhood kids. That was that one times many years ago that we had the freak wind storm. He was walking through the woods and an actual tree fell on him and his friend that he had also been making fun with. They were both hospitalized. He said because of this he believed in karma. It is simple how karma works, he caused emotional pain on someone else, and something else caused physical pain on him. An eye for an eye, an ear for an ear.

My take on karma is this, is someone does good deeds their entire life, there is still a possibility that someone can do harm on them. That is the fallacy on karma, bad things can still happen to good people. I just think that these people do not deserve these bad things to have happened to them. That is where the game of karma becomes a game of fairness. It is now a game of who deserves to get what they get. The world is not always just, sometimes a good person will get something that they do not deserve, and sometimes a bad person will also get something that they do not deserve. The balance is pretty delicate. I feel that everyone has a general feeling when someone deserves what they get. If the nicest person in the school came into a financial fortune, people would be pleased.

A person that receives something that they do not deserve has been given one of the most unjust things that they could be given, positive or negative. This employs the golden rule, do unto others what you want done upon yourself. If someone emotionally hurts someone, as awful as this sounds, but by my reasoning I think they deserve to be emotionally hurt themself. However, this just does not sound right to me. That is why I feel we should have a just world, and everyone should be nice to everyone. I don't know, don't worry be happy? ELE- Everybody love everybody?

So I present a new way to improve karma: work on it! If you have messed up personally, attempt to work with it and make things better. Just like in the TV show, My Name is Earl, I think people should attempt to make amends for the mistakes they have made. Besides, it feels better when you do fix them. And you never know, you might deserve someone making their amend for their mistakes to you.


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