Thursday, December 18, 2008
Ramblee.
I’m sure you all know (because you’ve read my previous blogs) the anxiety that controls my life, anxiety for this.. for that.. for every little detail that occurs daily I am infected with anxiety because of it. Especially when it comes to school… I do not like school. I love learning, with every ounce of being in me I do love learning! However I hate the ‘school’ learning environment. So many distractions, and.. aha idiots. Idiots? “That seems pretty rude of her to say”, you might be thinking. However it is not rude at all. I have not tolerance or patience for people.. It is a negative quality that I regret having, but no matter how hard I try I cannot repair it.
This blog is going to be a jumble of random things, I don’t think right now I can stick to one subject. I hate feeling like this but I pretty much just want to get the blog done, I don’t think it’s because of the upcoming break though.. I think I am going to fail my studio art class. Of course I do not want to but it is something that is unavoidable. I love art, it is my passion but I do not particularly like the teacher of the class... As well as the class is too large for her to individually help us all the time, and so I struggle. I’m going to try my hardest to do well, but I cannot promise anything.
My geography class is interesting, but I think the teacher is too easily lead astray by her students. Usually I voice my opinion without thinking twice, this quality ALSO is not a very good one. For the past week we’ve been presenting power points in front of the entire class, and of course the first letter of my last name is located relatively toward the end of the alphabet.. So I am forced to present mine tomorrow. And now that I reflect on it, I think I am the only person left to present! That is not a bad thing, because my presentation is absolutely amazing (I made sure it was A proof)- But I do not like being last, and I hate waiting for my turn because of the anxiety I briefly talked about above.
And so now I am sitting at my computer desk trying to type about this while talking on the phone and gradually sipping apple juice. I love apple juice it brightens my day so much, but Pepsi does as well. Pepsi is good it makesss me crazy and makes my migraines better ha-ha… I wonder why I can’t multitask. Ugghh my dad was rather interesting I got to see Nate today and I loved it because we had so much fun… Aha he can drive so we cruised the town and stuff, I love his gorgeous hair its so light and fluffy and someday I’m going to straighten it ha-ha yep yeppppp. And that’s the end of my rambling blog, Mr. Thompson do not dock me on thisss. I will do better in the future, I promise.
This blog is going to be a jumble of random things, I don’t think right now I can stick to one subject. I hate feeling like this but I pretty much just want to get the blog done, I don’t think it’s because of the upcoming break though.. I think I am going to fail my studio art class. Of course I do not want to but it is something that is unavoidable. I love art, it is my passion but I do not particularly like the teacher of the class... As well as the class is too large for her to individually help us all the time, and so I struggle. I’m going to try my hardest to do well, but I cannot promise anything.
My geography class is interesting, but I think the teacher is too easily lead astray by her students. Usually I voice my opinion without thinking twice, this quality ALSO is not a very good one. For the past week we’ve been presenting power points in front of the entire class, and of course the first letter of my last name is located relatively toward the end of the alphabet.. So I am forced to present mine tomorrow. And now that I reflect on it, I think I am the only person left to present! That is not a bad thing, because my presentation is absolutely amazing (I made sure it was A proof)- But I do not like being last, and I hate waiting for my turn because of the anxiety I briefly talked about above.
And so now I am sitting at my computer desk trying to type about this while talking on the phone and gradually sipping apple juice. I love apple juice it brightens my day so much, but Pepsi does as well. Pepsi is good it makesss me crazy and makes my migraines better ha-ha… I wonder why I can’t multitask. Ugghh my dad was rather interesting I got to see Nate today and I loved it because we had so much fun… Aha he can drive so we cruised the town and stuff, I love his gorgeous hair its so light and fluffy and someday I’m going to straighten it ha-ha yep yeppppp. And that’s the end of my rambling blog, Mr. Thompson do not dock me on thisss. I will do better in the future, I promise.
--Cloud Envy.
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
Recolection.
Digging inside the box, I have discovered that there are ways to work around impossibilities, due to the endless possibilities.
Somewhere at sometime within our own universe, the shirt you wear now may be a higher tint of blue, or perhaps an entirely different color.
In fact in the same space you wear the blue shirt, you may have sat in some gum earlier that day, still within the same space.
Or maybe you could be sitting 3cm more to the left, just barely dodging the bullet that just passed through your window.
On another side of possibilities, you did get hit by that bullet because you were looking out the window, wearing no shirt at all. Then spontaneously combust.
There are other possibilities where something happenes to the gunman, causeing him to effect you 10 minutes later.
Perhaps, you lucked out, never having combusted until 3 years later as you arrived at the water park on one hot day... wearing that same blue shirt.
Not to mention the still matter like trees, or a television, or even a building...
Many would question; how do these objects alternate the universal possibilities?
Simple; something else could be there in it's place.
Cut down the tree, re-occupy the space.
All these possibilities of you being here or there, doing this or that; or even this or that being here or there are around us here and now.
And along with all endless possibilities counter impossibilities.
Impossibilities that balance the boundaries of life.
The endless opportunities of possible and impossible are alternate universes that shape time and space; or, reality.
Some professionals speculate that each atom in reality holds it's own alternate universe of the time and space they're in.
Universes that recycle over one another to create time and space in and out our space and time.
I believe it. Everytime I have Deja Vu.
Déjà vu: is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. I quite often experience Déjà vu, and every time I do I stop what I am doing (wether it be a conversation, or activity) and reflect upon the moment. Had I done this before? Or is my brain just having a relapse and tricking itself into thinking that this thing had occurred previously. More often than not I recall my Déjà vu having taken place in a dream… But could this be possible? This phenomenon of having thinking you experienced something before when in fact you have not? I think it is incredible to believe that there is parallel universes overlapping our own, but of course there is no way to prove it. And when conversing with another about the phenomenon I am usually given a questionable glance or a reply like, “You’re crazy.” But maybe I am crazy, and such a thing is indeed impossible. But many years ago people like you and I thought that space travel was impossible, and now we do it on a daily basis for scientific research. We have bits of plastic that allow us to talk to one another, and fit inside a pocket- and walls that flash images to us and play audio. Space travel, Cell Phones, Televisions- In the past these things were only to be dreamed about, and when people talked about them they probably got the same reply I did: An odd look, and “You’re crazy.” Is it really crazy?
Somewhere at sometime within our own universe, the shirt you wear now may be a higher tint of blue, or perhaps an entirely different color.
In fact in the same space you wear the blue shirt, you may have sat in some gum earlier that day, still within the same space.
Or maybe you could be sitting 3cm more to the left, just barely dodging the bullet that just passed through your window.
On another side of possibilities, you did get hit by that bullet because you were looking out the window, wearing no shirt at all. Then spontaneously combust.
There are other possibilities where something happenes to the gunman, causeing him to effect you 10 minutes later.
Perhaps, you lucked out, never having combusted until 3 years later as you arrived at the water park on one hot day... wearing that same blue shirt.
Not to mention the still matter like trees, or a television, or even a building...
Many would question; how do these objects alternate the universal possibilities?
Simple; something else could be there in it's place.
Cut down the tree, re-occupy the space.
All these possibilities of you being here or there, doing this or that; or even this or that being here or there are around us here and now.
And along with all endless possibilities counter impossibilities.
Impossibilities that balance the boundaries of life.
The endless opportunities of possible and impossible are alternate universes that shape time and space; or, reality.
Some professionals speculate that each atom in reality holds it's own alternate universe of the time and space they're in.
Universes that recycle over one another to create time and space in and out our space and time.
I believe it. Everytime I have Deja Vu.
Déjà vu: is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. I quite often experience Déjà vu, and every time I do I stop what I am doing (wether it be a conversation, or activity) and reflect upon the moment. Had I done this before? Or is my brain just having a relapse and tricking itself into thinking that this thing had occurred previously. More often than not I recall my Déjà vu having taken place in a dream… But could this be possible? This phenomenon of having thinking you experienced something before when in fact you have not? I think it is incredible to believe that there is parallel universes overlapping our own, but of course there is no way to prove it. And when conversing with another about the phenomenon I am usually given a questionable glance or a reply like, “You’re crazy.” But maybe I am crazy, and such a thing is indeed impossible. But many years ago people like you and I thought that space travel was impossible, and now we do it on a daily basis for scientific research. We have bits of plastic that allow us to talk to one another, and fit inside a pocket- and walls that flash images to us and play audio. Space travel, Cell Phones, Televisions- In the past these things were only to be dreamed about, and when people talked about them they probably got the same reply I did: An odd look, and “You’re crazy.” Is it really crazy?
Labels: Crazy, Deja Vu, Opinion, Ramble, Recolection
--Cloud Envy.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Restoring Dreams.
Tired: exhausted, as by exertion; fatigued or sleepy. As defined by dictionary.com. The meaning was felt in every cell of my body, they whined at my consciousness begging me to go and lay down. Lay down and just close my eyes, but I knew if I did that I would most definitely fall asleep… And at the moment that was something that could not happen, I needed to stay awake. But why? I asked myself this question and could not come up with a very reasonable answer, If you need to sleep you usually just go lay down and sleep, right? Well no, I thought, It isn’t that easy. In order to go to bed I must…
Feed the dogs, let them outside, impatiently wait for them to finish their ‘business’ then let them back inside. Then after that I had to crawl to the shower (And of course before even stepping into the shower I had to take out my contacts, set them in their tray while pouring sterilized water onto them, and begin the careful precedure of removing all of my makeup), undress, open the sliding door, step in, close the sliding door, turn on the shower, shampoo and condition, shave, moisturize, scrub, rinse, rinse some more, turn off the shower, open the sliding door, step out (without tripping), grab a towel, and pray that the harsh cool air from the other regions of the house do not invade the bathroom. After the time in the bathroom has been spent I once more have to drag myself to my bedroom, throw on some night clothes, glob on lotion, brush my hair thoroughly, afterwards blow drying it, let it sit for half an hour, then brush it some more meanwhile picking up the straightener and setting to the long and miserable task of making sure every single hair on my head is perfectly straight; otherwise in the morning my hair would be unbearably curly and unable to straighten and therefore I would have to go to school with Jesus-Hair. But Oh no the tasks are not done there, after that I must let the dogs out once more, wait for them to finish (IMPATIENTLY), let them in and then if I am lucky I will get to go to sleep, Just in time of course because by that time all my energy has been used up and I am EXTREMELY tired.
Why go through all that trouble though? Some would wonder. And I often myself wonder and ask the same question, why do I take all that time just to keep myself up? What’s the point? Well, often enough I am faced with the puzzlement but the answer is quickly retrieved. Because I deserve to be beautiful, its true. And although it takes a long time, I deserve it. But how could that be the answer? How could “Because I deserve to be beautiful,” even be a reason for all of the actions that were listed in the above paragraph?! Well because every single thing listed above contributes to my beauty. Crawling, dragging, opening ‘strengthens’ my muscles keeping me fit. Brushing, lotion, showering, and straightening most directly keep me beautiful. And after all that is done my mind is (fried) even more weary than when I began to think that I was tired, making it even easier to achieve the beloved goal of falling asleep. And what is that old saying? Every girl deserves her beauty sleep. Every night when I lay myself to bed I remember that the days events have especially prepared me for the moment when my consciousness slips and my breathing becomes easy, Allowing me to fall asleep and let beautiful images fill my sub consciousness- These images renew (charge) my heart and mind, preparing me for the hardships of the next day.
Feed the dogs, let them outside, impatiently wait for them to finish their ‘business’ then let them back inside. Then after that I had to crawl to the shower (And of course before even stepping into the shower I had to take out my contacts, set them in their tray while pouring sterilized water onto them, and begin the careful precedure of removing all of my makeup), undress, open the sliding door, step in, close the sliding door, turn on the shower, shampoo and condition, shave, moisturize, scrub, rinse, rinse some more, turn off the shower, open the sliding door, step out (without tripping), grab a towel, and pray that the harsh cool air from the other regions of the house do not invade the bathroom. After the time in the bathroom has been spent I once more have to drag myself to my bedroom, throw on some night clothes, glob on lotion, brush my hair thoroughly, afterwards blow drying it, let it sit for half an hour, then brush it some more meanwhile picking up the straightener and setting to the long and miserable task of making sure every single hair on my head is perfectly straight; otherwise in the morning my hair would be unbearably curly and unable to straighten and therefore I would have to go to school with Jesus-Hair. But Oh no the tasks are not done there, after that I must let the dogs out once more, wait for them to finish (IMPATIENTLY), let them in and then if I am lucky I will get to go to sleep, Just in time of course because by that time all my energy has been used up and I am EXTREMELY tired.
Why go through all that trouble though? Some would wonder. And I often myself wonder and ask the same question, why do I take all that time just to keep myself up? What’s the point? Well, often enough I am faced with the puzzlement but the answer is quickly retrieved. Because I deserve to be beautiful, its true. And although it takes a long time, I deserve it. But how could that be the answer? How could “Because I deserve to be beautiful,” even be a reason for all of the actions that were listed in the above paragraph?! Well because every single thing listed above contributes to my beauty. Crawling, dragging, opening ‘strengthens’ my muscles keeping me fit. Brushing, lotion, showering, and straightening most directly keep me beautiful. And after all that is done my mind is (fried) even more weary than when I began to think that I was tired, making it even easier to achieve the beloved goal of falling asleep. And what is that old saying? Every girl deserves her beauty sleep. Every night when I lay myself to bed I remember that the days events have especially prepared me for the moment when my consciousness slips and my breathing becomes easy, Allowing me to fall asleep and let beautiful images fill my sub consciousness- These images renew (charge) my heart and mind, preparing me for the hardships of the next day.
--Cloud Envy.
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