Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Still not learning.
I was recently considering the "futile" period of my life last year when two of my favorite sort-of-celebrities tweeted about my conundrum. They suffer from the same disease.
I consider this a good thing.
Let me being with the fact that it is now hot, and I now sleep with a fan. This fan brings back plenty of memories.
Like last year, when I had a dream.
It was like no other dream. It was so... real. And the next day, I had another wonderful dream. The day after, another. I became obsessed with sleeping and my dream world. I wanted to literally live in bed. I also began researching lucid dreaming. It's basically where you learn to control your dreams. I wanted to live a fantasy within my mind. I would go to bed early, in hopes that I would meet someone within my mind.
Typing this all out makes me feel crazy. Because it's pretty screwed up. My own life was boring, and I was becoming addicted to my imagination. Part of my still refers to this time as my "futile" period. But I was also extremely happy. I had a running list of all the people I had already "met" and another list of things I wanted to do. I would make my bed as comfy as possible.
The fan helped me sleep, but also kept me slightly aware. This small disturbance kept me at an ideal temperature, and allowed me to remember my dreams. I've heard that you always dream, but waking up naturally usually erases things from your memory. Alarm clocks can help you remember because they interrupt your thoughts, but they have to be the beepy kind. Music will distract you. But, by the same token, any alarm is just going to piss you off.
I don't know what this post was.
It's mostly just a collection of tangents on a basic topic.
I wanted it to be about how I'm strange, but it's justified because other people do it to. And I also wanted to say that I still have my dreaming spurts, but they're usually during a scool break where I have little stimulation.
I said everything. I don't feel like rewriting.
Good night.
I consider this a good thing.
Let me being with the fact that it is now hot, and I now sleep with a fan. This fan brings back plenty of memories.
Like last year, when I had a dream.
It was like no other dream. It was so... real. And the next day, I had another wonderful dream. The day after, another. I became obsessed with sleeping and my dream world. I wanted to literally live in bed. I also began researching lucid dreaming. It's basically where you learn to control your dreams. I wanted to live a fantasy within my mind. I would go to bed early, in hopes that I would meet someone within my mind.
Typing this all out makes me feel crazy. Because it's pretty screwed up. My own life was boring, and I was becoming addicted to my imagination. Part of my still refers to this time as my "futile" period. But I was also extremely happy. I had a running list of all the people I had already "met" and another list of things I wanted to do. I would make my bed as comfy as possible.
The fan helped me sleep, but also kept me slightly aware. This small disturbance kept me at an ideal temperature, and allowed me to remember my dreams. I've heard that you always dream, but waking up naturally usually erases things from your memory. Alarm clocks can help you remember because they interrupt your thoughts, but they have to be the beepy kind. Music will distract you. But, by the same token, any alarm is just going to piss you off.
I don't know what this post was.
It's mostly just a collection of tangents on a basic topic.
I wanted it to be about how I'm strange, but it's justified because other people do it to. And I also wanted to say that I still have my dreaming spurts, but they're usually during a scool break where I have little stimulation.
I said everything. I don't feel like rewriting.
Good night.
Why you shouldn't post bad picture on Facebook.
I know. You're a teenager. And you just love getting drunk with your friends. You've been playing beer pong since 7th grade, when the college students next door invited you to a "sleepover." Guaranteed, you laughed at their wording until you walked into the party. The drunk and still imbibing students gave you a glass (already poured) and handed you a joint. You were immediately accepted. That's where you learned a few rules of thumb:
1. Never drink unless you've poured it yourself
2. Do not stumble away alone with another drunk
3. Never leave your drink unattended
4. Avoid drugs unless you know exactly what they are
5. Keep a buddy
6. If you can't feel your teeth, stop.
Your habits were formed. And you continued them until you were a Junior in High School.
Okay, half of that story was fiction, and the other half was fact. It was based off of some lovely students from my school. The fiction was mostly the first-person perspective. That is the complete opposite of me, Let me first say that I am not one of "those" kids that tries to force everyone to be good. But that doesn't mean I approve of their activities. I simply operate with the mindset that it does not concern me. The tables would turn if it were someone I cared about who was involved. But when you knowingly go to a party, choose to get drunk, and surround yourself with people who would throw you under a bus for a dollar, I will not feel sorry for you when you are date-raped, or die from alcohol poisoning. You made the choice. I will encourage you to avoid said habits, but I will not pester.
I will also not pity you when the police or the school catch word of your facebook page and find the many pictures of you drinking.
DO NOT POST THESE PICTURES ON FACEBOOK.
DO NOT POST PICTURES OF OTHER PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION.
Because when you piss someone off, all they need to do is print out some of your lovely photographs, attach your name, and send them to the school. They could also call the police during your next party.
When you choose to participate in risky behaviors, you choose to get caught.
A year ago, 2 freshman went to a fishbowl party at one of the junior's houses. They got very drunk, and both passed out. Lucky for them, someone called an ambulence. They were close to alcohol poisoning, and had ingested prescription drugs. Neither could tell the doctors what they drank because they didn't know.
Does that seem safe?
Get your head screwed on correctly.
The junior who hosted the party was arrested because she had posted the pictures of the freshman and many others getting drunk onto both her facebook and myspace page. She was expelled from school. Without those pictures (and a notification of their existence from one of her 'rivals'), the police wouldn't have looked further into what had happened. The hostess's parents, who didn't know the party occurred (but also didn't question the fact that dozens of alcohol bottles were suddenly empty) were almost charged for supplying minors with alcohol.
I know, you're wondering why this i here.
Because last month, another group of bright students decided to have a fishbowl party. And they also posted pictures on their Facebook.
I can't help but wonder who is going to take advantage of this opportunity.
1. Never drink unless you've poured it yourself
2. Do not stumble away alone with another drunk
3. Never leave your drink unattended
4. Avoid drugs unless you know exactly what they are
5. Keep a buddy
6. If you can't feel your teeth, stop.
Your habits were formed. And you continued them until you were a Junior in High School.
Okay, half of that story was fiction, and the other half was fact. It was based off of some lovely students from my school. The fiction was mostly the first-person perspective. That is the complete opposite of me, Let me first say that I am not one of "those" kids that tries to force everyone to be good. But that doesn't mean I approve of their activities. I simply operate with the mindset that it does not concern me. The tables would turn if it were someone I cared about who was involved. But when you knowingly go to a party, choose to get drunk, and surround yourself with people who would throw you under a bus for a dollar, I will not feel sorry for you when you are date-raped, or die from alcohol poisoning. You made the choice. I will encourage you to avoid said habits, but I will not pester.
I will also not pity you when the police or the school catch word of your facebook page and find the many pictures of you drinking.
DO NOT POST THESE PICTURES ON FACEBOOK.
DO NOT POST PICTURES OF OTHER PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION.
Because when you piss someone off, all they need to do is print out some of your lovely photographs, attach your name, and send them to the school. They could also call the police during your next party.
When you choose to participate in risky behaviors, you choose to get caught.
A year ago, 2 freshman went to a fishbowl party at one of the junior's houses. They got very drunk, and both passed out. Lucky for them, someone called an ambulence. They were close to alcohol poisoning, and had ingested prescription drugs. Neither could tell the doctors what they drank because they didn't know.
Does that seem safe?
Get your head screwed on correctly.
The junior who hosted the party was arrested because she had posted the pictures of the freshman and many others getting drunk onto both her facebook and myspace page. She was expelled from school. Without those pictures (and a notification of their existence from one of her 'rivals'), the police wouldn't have looked further into what had happened. The hostess's parents, who didn't know the party occurred (but also didn't question the fact that dozens of alcohol bottles were suddenly empty) were almost charged for supplying minors with alcohol.
I know, you're wondering why this i here.
Because last month, another group of bright students decided to have a fishbowl party. And they also posted pictures on their Facebook.
I can't help but wonder who is going to take advantage of this opportunity.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Wow.
There's always that point in the night where I realize I'm an obsessive facebook junkie. It's usually right after I creep through 138 photos of someone else's spring break. Someone who was in my Algebra class, but that never talked to. [was that gramatically correct?] Anyway, there's always that point. And then I shut my ocmputer, as if to prove that I can overcome my internet addiction. But then I always log back on, to post a blog, or tweet about how I can't give it up. Blah.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Who really wants to learn?
Yeah, that's right. Not. me.
I just came up with the solution, I mean seriously,
You will thank me.
Nick Jonas [or any of the jonas brothers {but I'm pretty sure the other 2 need their hair to look pretty} will shave his head.
Then, he will sell his hair on ebay.
Anywhere from 1 - 20$ for a strand.
Considering that millions of people are prospective buyers [myself not included] and also considering that the average brunette has approximately 100,000 hairs, I believe we can raise up to 2 million.
Would Nick shave his head to save small children?
Now, here are the variables:
As a brunette, Nick could have more or less hairs. Brunette's are sneaky, and they don't always fit into the norm.
Nick could choose to sell locks instead of strands. This would greatly increase the price, as there would be less inventory.
Feel free to reply
No, I am not a huge fan of jonas, and this is not a joke. I am simply able to recognize devotion when I see it.
I just came up with the solution, I mean seriously,
You will thank me.
Nick Jonas [or any of the jonas brothers {but I'm pretty sure the other 2 need their hair to look pretty} will shave his head.
Then, he will sell his hair on ebay.
Anywhere from 1 - 20$ for a strand.
Considering that millions of people are prospective buyers [myself not included] and also considering that the average brunette has approximately 100,000 hairs, I believe we can raise up to 2 million.
Would Nick shave his head to save small children?
Now, here are the variables:
As a brunette, Nick could have more or less hairs. Brunette's are sneaky, and they don't always fit into the norm.
Nick could choose to sell locks instead of strands. This would greatly increase the price, as there would be less inventory.
Feel free to reply
No, I am not a huge fan of jonas, and this is not a joke. I am simply able to recognize devotion when I see it.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Well, Fudge.
X out that plan. Found the keyboard. Plugged it in. Mysteriously, it didn't work.
The charger/electrical-tihngy didn't work. Dad took mine awhile ago and said it "burnt out," so he has to find another. The one he did have was ony a 5V, and I need a 9V for my keyboard. I really wanted to start today, but I guess I can wait.
The charger/electrical-tihngy didn't work. Dad took mine awhile ago and said it "burnt out," so he has to find another. The one he did have was ony a 5V, and I need a 9V for my keyboard. I really wanted to start today, but I guess I can wait.
Edumacation.
I want to learn. So, this blog will chronicle my learning process. It began when I tried to knit (I finished the hat, and I am now knitting another that will be better)
What do I want to do now?
Play the piano.
I think that the internet is a fantastic tool, and I want to take advantage of it.
I am a singer/songwriter, and I can play bits and pieces of guitar. So, I'm sitting here on my bed, getting ready to fish out my old keyboard and take piano lessons through youtube. Let's go.
What do I want to do now?
Play the piano.
I think that the internet is a fantastic tool, and I want to take advantage of it.
I am a singer/songwriter, and I can play bits and pieces of guitar. So, I'm sitting here on my bed, getting ready to fish out my old keyboard and take piano lessons through youtube. Let's go.
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