This blog was originally intended for a school assignment, but since I feel the need for typing — bitching, more or less — tthis has become the new home of my useless ramble.
As today is a new day (seriously, been the 12 of February for 12 minutes as of now) I do not intend to create a new motto or outlook on life. this is just me, and this is where you will find the thoughts I refuse to say to someone in person.
First off: I have no idea what the genre of this blog will be, and it might be all over the map — bitching about Harper, bitching about men, bitching about women, or bitching just to bitch.
Second off: I am a gay man with the heart of a straight man. Is it not weird? I love women, but I cannot be with them. There has to be some sort of spark, and the female variety is more or less just a friend. To be.
Third off: I am open-minded and I do not have much of a strong opinion. Well, I lied, I do have opinions, but I don't knw how to express them. perhaps this will be an exercise on how I can become at expressing my words. Now, I know of the Internet and the massive amount of information we get in small packets. I will attempt to keep my blogs short-worded.
Feb 12, 2010
Mar 17, 2009
the blog
I don't know what to blog about. This is my third and final attempt to write something for this blog. This is not a rant, and it is not just another pile of words that are supposed to be redundant.
This blog is to show my thoughts on life, and the current issues that I am dealing with. With these issues, I will try to come up with a solution; however, they will be subtle. I don't want to do something too big since this is technically the last blog that I am to post to blogger.
It's not that I don't like blogging, it's the fact that when I look outside, I'd rather sit out there and do my work. I can't, because there's no Internet, no coffee, and no bed to sit on. So I am here, on my bed, dazing in and out and of thought.
The music that I am playing is quite haphazard as well. I have no clue what I want to listen to next, but my messenger just told me that I received a message.
Well, after a little rant to the person that sent me a message, I am back to filling out this blog. I also turned on the song, I'm Alright, by Jo Dee Messina. I love singing the chorus of this song; however, my voice is not co-operating with me at the moment. I think I'll play the song again, it's been ages since I heard it.
My room is becoming a bit cold, the wind is coming right in through the open window, I suppose I should close it. I really don't want to, though. My room has been uncomfortably hot for the past few weeks. Ever since it started to warm up, the apartment here has been real shitty.
As I think about the day and what else to write, you should be wondering why I am voicing out thoughts to you. I'm not sure why, come to think of it. I suppose it's the lazy way of getting the last blog assignment done. I don't really care, though.
Blogging is usually one of the things that I do in order to not feel so pressured to write about what's happening in the world.
The only reason why I'm in print journalism now is because of the pagination. I lost my care for journalistic writing, even though it is fun when I really get into it, and my interest in making pages has upped by a significant amount.
I love deadlines; not in any sense that causes stress, but when I think about a deadline, my work habit is increased as I attempt to work as efficiently as possible.
CARRY WE, WHO DIE IN BATTLE, OVER LAND AND SEA! ACROSS THE RAINBOW BRIDGE, TO VALHALLA, ODEN'S WAITING FOR ME!
Manowar's Sleipnir is one of the best songs that I have heard in a while. It's a really epic sound, the sound of that voice. You know it's meant to be a viking singing it. It's the best thing you will ever hear.
Anyway, my friend — who introduced me to this song — JUST MESSAGED ME. I'm too lazy to bother correcting my CAPS mistake.
I'm am so going over to his place. We've been playing this video game in our free time. We balance homework around it so we don't get overly frustrated with either losing at the game and our homework.
This blog is to show my thoughts on life, and the current issues that I am dealing with. With these issues, I will try to come up with a solution; however, they will be subtle. I don't want to do something too big since this is technically the last blog that I am to post to blogger.
It's not that I don't like blogging, it's the fact that when I look outside, I'd rather sit out there and do my work. I can't, because there's no Internet, no coffee, and no bed to sit on. So I am here, on my bed, dazing in and out and of thought.
The music that I am playing is quite haphazard as well. I have no clue what I want to listen to next, but my messenger just told me that I received a message.
Well, after a little rant to the person that sent me a message, I am back to filling out this blog. I also turned on the song, I'm Alright, by Jo Dee Messina. I love singing the chorus of this song; however, my voice is not co-operating with me at the moment. I think I'll play the song again, it's been ages since I heard it.
My room is becoming a bit cold, the wind is coming right in through the open window, I suppose I should close it. I really don't want to, though. My room has been uncomfortably hot for the past few weeks. Ever since it started to warm up, the apartment here has been real shitty.
As I think about the day and what else to write, you should be wondering why I am voicing out thoughts to you. I'm not sure why, come to think of it. I suppose it's the lazy way of getting the last blog assignment done. I don't really care, though.
Blogging is usually one of the things that I do in order to not feel so pressured to write about what's happening in the world.
The only reason why I'm in print journalism now is because of the pagination. I lost my care for journalistic writing, even though it is fun when I really get into it, and my interest in making pages has upped by a significant amount.
I love deadlines; not in any sense that causes stress, but when I think about a deadline, my work habit is increased as I attempt to work as efficiently as possible.
CARRY WE, WHO DIE IN BATTLE, OVER LAND AND SEA! ACROSS THE RAINBOW BRIDGE, TO VALHALLA, ODEN'S WAITING FOR ME!
Manowar's Sleipnir is one of the best songs that I have heard in a while. It's a really epic sound, the sound of that voice. You know it's meant to be a viking singing it. It's the best thing you will ever hear.
Anyway, my friend — who introduced me to this song — JUST MESSAGED ME. I'm too lazy to bother correcting my CAPS mistake.
I'm am so going over to his place. We've been playing this video game in our free time. We balance homework around it so we don't get overly frustrated with either losing at the game and our homework.
Mar 6, 2009
Self-reflecting
So after today, I realize that I accept not only the things I cannot change, but the things I can. I'd gone broke and felt kind of guilty for taking from my friends. So, today, after laughing at the fact that my bank was still holding $1.22 to my name, I realized that after I get really mad at something, I don't care if it even exists.
I'm more like, I'll care about something to a certain point, then after that, I just don't bother. I have the tendency to accept things that I cannot change. Sometimes, I'll just accept something for what it is because I can't be bothered to change it.
I did, however, make a phone call and got my money by the end of the day, so I am no longer broke (yey!). Things seems to have worked out, however, and I'm back to being myself.
Advocating something that I know I need is different from advocating what I think I need or want.
When I worry about someone, I tend to get a little quirky; I don't know how to show my sympathy for their current problems, nor am I able to offer much of any suggestion. I just listen.
So my point is, I know I can't take someone and make them feel better, or give them a solution and tell them that it's the only way. I just have to accept the fact that they can take care of themselves, and if not, then they'll find help. As for me, I kind of accept anything that rolls my way, and for once, I actually did pick up the phone and make sure that everything was okay.
Leanna and John had tagged me as the sheltered one on facebook. I agree with it because whenever a crisis ever came up in my life, someone was there to either guide me through it, or do it for me. I never really learned to advocate for myself. Now's a good time to start, I suppose.
And when I told my CAS worker about my money problem, the first thing she asked was if I had found someone to take care of me. I was kind of insulted (even though I had automatically expected someone to come to my rescue), but I told her that I had taken a loan from a few friends and I am kind of getting better at this whole... independence thing.
It's harder than I thought, but I think I'm beginning to get the hang of things. :)
Just wait until I start renting out a place... Oooh boy.
I'm more like, I'll care about something to a certain point, then after that, I just don't bother. I have the tendency to accept things that I cannot change. Sometimes, I'll just accept something for what it is because I can't be bothered to change it.
I did, however, make a phone call and got my money by the end of the day, so I am no longer broke (yey!). Things seems to have worked out, however, and I'm back to being myself.
Advocating something that I know I need is different from advocating what I think I need or want.
When I worry about someone, I tend to get a little quirky; I don't know how to show my sympathy for their current problems, nor am I able to offer much of any suggestion. I just listen.
So my point is, I know I can't take someone and make them feel better, or give them a solution and tell them that it's the only way. I just have to accept the fact that they can take care of themselves, and if not, then they'll find help. As for me, I kind of accept anything that rolls my way, and for once, I actually did pick up the phone and make sure that everything was okay.
Leanna and John had tagged me as the sheltered one on facebook. I agree with it because whenever a crisis ever came up in my life, someone was there to either guide me through it, or do it for me. I never really learned to advocate for myself. Now's a good time to start, I suppose.
And when I told my CAS worker about my money problem, the first thing she asked was if I had found someone to take care of me. I was kind of insulted (even though I had automatically expected someone to come to my rescue), but I told her that I had taken a loan from a few friends and I am kind of getting better at this whole... independence thing.
It's harder than I thought, but I think I'm beginning to get the hang of things. :)
Just wait until I start renting out a place... Oooh boy.
Feb 27, 2009
Shakespeare is too smart for the people of today...
"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Juliet asks why Romeo has to be named Romeo. Not where he is.
Wherefore art thou is basically asking why are you, or for what reason?
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself."
See? WHEREFORE ART THOU ROMEO? then she clearly asks, WHAT'S IN A NAME? That which we call... [the dumb lady continues to speak]
It annoys me when people use the term in the wrong sense. I mean, saying you lost something in Shakespearian tongue is different than we would've thought. They'd talk of it being there, then it's gone. Or perhaps the cleaning lady took off with it...
I mean, "How art thou?" Is basically how are you? Not too shabby, eh?
Alright, let's take a different glance at this. "Wherefore art thou," spoken by Juliet but written by Shakespeare. Hamlet and the ghost, they call it an apparition. The girlfriend goes mad and sings herself to death. That's basically what happened, right? Well, she was driven mad by Hamlet, who was pretending to be crazy as to find a way to kill his uncle, who had married his brother's wife. She was sitting in a tree when it broke and she landed in the water. Finding it hopeless to struggle, she dies.
Now everyone usually asks, "Now why the hell does she just let herself die?"
Because if you look at the type of dresses they had to wear back then, getting it wet would make it weigh three times as much! She's have gotten tired and sunk before she were able to get to the bank of the river, anyway.
Alright, so not Shakespeare... I don't know why, but everyone despises him... Johnny Cash. "I fell into a burning ring of fire" So everyone knows this and they're like, Oh yeah, so Johnny boy fell in love... Well, what if I were to turn around and say something like, There's a circle of fire that I fell into! I'm pretty sure I'd get slapped by someone.
So when using the phrase, "wherefore art thou..." please make sure you use it in the correct sense. Our civilization is stupid enough as it is...
Juliet asks why Romeo has to be named Romeo. Not where he is.
Wherefore art thou is basically asking why are you, or for what reason?
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself."
See? WHEREFORE ART THOU ROMEO? then she clearly asks, WHAT'S IN A NAME? That which we call... [the dumb lady continues to speak]
It annoys me when people use the term in the wrong sense. I mean, saying you lost something in Shakespearian tongue is different than we would've thought. They'd talk of it being there, then it's gone. Or perhaps the cleaning lady took off with it...
I mean, "How art thou?" Is basically how are you? Not too shabby, eh?
Alright, let's take a different glance at this. "Wherefore art thou," spoken by Juliet but written by Shakespeare. Hamlet and the ghost, they call it an apparition. The girlfriend goes mad and sings herself to death. That's basically what happened, right? Well, she was driven mad by Hamlet, who was pretending to be crazy as to find a way to kill his uncle, who had married his brother's wife. She was sitting in a tree when it broke and she landed in the water. Finding it hopeless to struggle, she dies.
Now everyone usually asks, "Now why the hell does she just let herself die?"
Because if you look at the type of dresses they had to wear back then, getting it wet would make it weigh three times as much! She's have gotten tired and sunk before she were able to get to the bank of the river, anyway.
Alright, so not Shakespeare... I don't know why, but everyone despises him... Johnny Cash. "I fell into a burning ring of fire" So everyone knows this and they're like, Oh yeah, so Johnny boy fell in love... Well, what if I were to turn around and say something like, There's a circle of fire that I fell into! I'm pretty sure I'd get slapped by someone.
So when using the phrase, "wherefore art thou..." please make sure you use it in the correct sense. Our civilization is stupid enough as it is...
Feb 1, 2009
I know it's killing me, now shut it!
Alright, so this weekend, a number of people (whether I knew them or not) basically lectured me about my smoking habit. I have this little green booklet that I would like to talk about.
Made by leavethepackbehind.com
this booklet is for college/university students who smoke and do not want to quit.
I know it's unhealthy, I know it's going to kill me, but please just don't yell at me for doing it.
Like, I feel like a child at times when people look at me and tell me the negative effects of smoking as if I never knew what I was doing to myself. I knew what I was doing when I first smoked a cigarette and I still know what's happening to me when I spark another cigarette.
This booklet saysuniversity students smoke to:
1-reduce stress and tension
2-decreases boredom
3-improves concentration
4-controls appetite
5-is something to do with friends
6-boosts energy
7-reduces anger and frustration
8-offers a sense of control over life
For me, it's basically everything on the list besides 6 and 8.
Here's a biggie,
One of the only reaons why you'll start lecturing me to quit smoking is probably because you care
Spot on? Yes, I know people care about me enough to tell me to stop, but when I feel like I'm ready to quit smoking, then I'll quit.
Not a lot of people have met my temper, and doing this cold turkey thing might introduce a few people to a very unpleasant person.
I have taken steps to try and reduce the amount of times I smoke in a day (some days are better than others) and hopefully I'll have stopped altogether.
I wasn't caught by scheme or such nonsense to start, I just knew that having a cigarette is one way to calm the nerves, so I tried it. Some people like it, others can't.
---
There was also a report that I had heard on the radio last year or so. Apparently, research ewas done and it was soon figured out that some people are genetically wired to reject the nicotine addiction from their bodies while others are more likely to become addicted. So maybe my genetic pattern fucked and decided nicotine was something important.
Who gives a damn! I smoke because I like it, and it's a wonderful way to get out and meet people.
"Excuse me, do you have a lighter?"
"sure"
"Thank you! So how was your day?"
and so on and so forth.
now if there was some wing-nut in the picture, then small talk isn't needed and all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the show.
Made by leavethepackbehind.com
this booklet is for college/university students who smoke and do not want to quit.
I know it's unhealthy, I know it's going to kill me, but please just don't yell at me for doing it.
Like, I feel like a child at times when people look at me and tell me the negative effects of smoking as if I never knew what I was doing to myself. I knew what I was doing when I first smoked a cigarette and I still know what's happening to me when I spark another cigarette.
This booklet saysuniversity students smoke to:
1-reduce stress and tension
2-decreases boredom
3-improves concentration
4-controls appetite
5-is something to do with friends
6-boosts energy
7-reduces anger and frustration
8-offers a sense of control over life
For me, it's basically everything on the list besides 6 and 8.
Here's a biggie,
One of the only reaons why you'll start lecturing me to quit smoking is probably because you care
Spot on? Yes, I know people care about me enough to tell me to stop, but when I feel like I'm ready to quit smoking, then I'll quit.
Not a lot of people have met my temper, and doing this cold turkey thing might introduce a few people to a very unpleasant person.
I have taken steps to try and reduce the amount of times I smoke in a day (some days are better than others) and hopefully I'll have stopped altogether.
I wasn't caught by scheme or such nonsense to start, I just knew that having a cigarette is one way to calm the nerves, so I tried it. Some people like it, others can't.
---
There was also a report that I had heard on the radio last year or so. Apparently, research ewas done and it was soon figured out that some people are genetically wired to reject the nicotine addiction from their bodies while others are more likely to become addicted. So maybe my genetic pattern fucked and decided nicotine was something important.
Who gives a damn! I smoke because I like it, and it's a wonderful way to get out and meet people.
"Excuse me, do you have a lighter?"
"sure"
"Thank you! So how was your day?"
and so on and so forth.
now if there was some wing-nut in the picture, then small talk isn't needed and all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the show.
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