"Social experiment:" A very fun phrase to be certain. Furthermore, the ideal excuse for most things. Yes, for I am quite fond of "social experiments," those real instances where you purposely try to be awkward and otherwise out of your norm sheerly to test the reactions of those in your audience. I have even taken it to the next step on many instances, following a variety of connected actions through just for a personal laugh, though I try to avoid it being at another's expense. Well, I'm talking about it, because I reckon I'm officially done with them. No more toying with people after...now...as fun as it can be. Okay, so I can't make that promise to myself, because I know it will inevitably happen--but I can at least attempt to limit it. I need a few new fun tricks to rely on.
Thus, I have three new titles for you:
1. As You Are.
2. A Completely Opinionated Complete Society.
3. The Social Experiment.
Ah, my dear works of wonder.
Uni begins soon. Am I frightened? Monetarily, very much so. Otherwise, hellz naw. I'm stoked, G!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Chapter Three
How ridiculous--I essentially have nothing to complain about. Figures that the minute I start this blog up my cynicism vanishes slowly but oh so bloody surely. To think, maybe I'll have to start entering "happy" words. Now that would be a hoot.
I got a new racquetball racquet (Okay, so there's one issue. Even though it is "racquetball," is it a racquet or racket...) and whatnot, which was absolutely fabulous. Alas, though, seeing how I won't be able to test it out until Monday or so.
I'm crossing my fingers that my Uni issues may eventually get fix'd. And I've never really ever crossed my fingers before; I suppose I must've just not bought into that fad.
I also learnt something new last night regarding The Second Law of Thermo: The entropy of my bowling not yet at the tenth frame will tend to increase by frame.
'Nuff said. And here was my word to get all philosophical. I suppose I've pulled all those thoughts into the book for now. So be it.
Oh, one more realization I came to last night: I need to read more.
I got a new racquetball racquet (Okay, so there's one issue. Even though it is "racquetball," is it a racquet or racket...) and whatnot, which was absolutely fabulous. Alas, though, seeing how I won't be able to test it out until Monday or so.
I'm crossing my fingers that my Uni issues may eventually get fix'd. And I've never really ever crossed my fingers before; I suppose I must've just not bought into that fad.
I also learnt something new last night regarding The Second Law of Thermo: The entropy of my bowling not yet at the tenth frame will tend to increase by frame.
'Nuff said. And here was my word to get all philosophical. I suppose I've pulled all those thoughts into the book for now. So be it.
Oh, one more realization I came to last night: I need to read more.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Chapter Two
You know, I absolutely love writing. I love writing even more when contrasting it to impromptu speech. There are four fundamental reasons why I find this so:
1. Writing is much more easily manipulated.
2. Writing is generally clearer than speech.
3. Writing is not succeptible to stuttering, lisps, or general misunderstandings unless desired to be so.
4. Writing is a more passive, and thus peaceful, release of emotion.
I do a lot of it, and this blog is likely not even 1% of the writing that I do--at least not yet. It doesn't even matter to me that I delete most of what i write. It's the simple fact that I was able to express it at all, and most importantly objectively (at least most times this is what I strive for), that matters.
So, here's to writing.
And cheers to writers!
1. Writing is much more easily manipulated.
2. Writing is generally clearer than speech.
3. Writing is not succeptible to stuttering, lisps, or general misunderstandings unless desired to be so.
4. Writing is a more passive, and thus peaceful, release of emotion.
I do a lot of it, and this blog is likely not even 1% of the writing that I do--at least not yet. It doesn't even matter to me that I delete most of what i write. It's the simple fact that I was able to express it at all, and most importantly objectively (at least most times this is what I strive for), that matters.
So, here's to writing.
And cheers to writers!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Chapter One
Time for the first real post, and God knows how frequently the posts will occur after this. For the clearest representation of my thoughts, I'll try to make it often.
I'll still keep it simple and relatively straightforward because that's always a good base for any introductory chapter. A lot of characterization tends to be done in the opening frames, so that's what I'll start with as well. An "About Me" in blog format.
Well, in some sum of weeks I will be moving down to the University of Arizona, pending some not-unexpected disaster, and shortly thereafter will be beginning my first semester of college. I also intend to sign up for rugby down there, though my conditioning is currently fairly pathetic. Once I get through these initial over-the -summer hurdles, it'll hopefully be a good experience. However, I fully intend on avoiding the infamous "party-scene." I have made something of a vow to myself to waste as little time as possible. After all, this is pretty much my only chance after having become a lazy bit of horse-hockey during Senior year of High School. YES, senioritis IS real! Nonetheless, I have no complaints seeing how I was able to rein in a fair amount of AP credits (no matter how undeserved they were).
My big summer project has been writing a novel of sorts. Now, I have attempted this in the past on countless occassions but have always suffered from the South's "lack/ loss of will" thesis. However, I'm determined not to let this one fall through, and seeing that it hits a great deal closer to home, I doubt that it will. Why am I doing this? Honestly, just for my own benefit. It naturally won't be worth publishing or any of that good stuff, but just to know that I was able to complete such an undertaking and express something important to me through this is more than enough incentive for me. I've also written a lot of poetry in the past, most of which again I have destroyed through various methods. However, a little remains as a memory for me thanks to the words of my AP English IV teacher. I've been wanting to expand on the collection, maybe on a weekly basis, but the sad news is that emotions simply don't flow like that. Ah, well, it shall be stored for the time being and one day it may grow as a faithful reminder.
Other things I have been whittling away my time with include artistic pursuits, musical pursuits, and dealing with some awkward social situations. Ah, society, one must love it. I like one of Oscar Wilde's quotes thereof, but I forgot it, and it would be betrayal to look it up.
There are more details and more intricate events that are happening, but until I have some more clarity in them, I shall pass on sharing, even if all this is is sharing with me. Funny, that. Anywho, initiating some very fake school patriotism: "Go Wildcats!"
I'll still keep it simple and relatively straightforward because that's always a good base for any introductory chapter. A lot of characterization tends to be done in the opening frames, so that's what I'll start with as well. An "About Me" in blog format.
Well, in some sum of weeks I will be moving down to the University of Arizona, pending some not-unexpected disaster, and shortly thereafter will be beginning my first semester of college. I also intend to sign up for rugby down there, though my conditioning is currently fairly pathetic. Once I get through these initial over-the -summer hurdles, it'll hopefully be a good experience. However, I fully intend on avoiding the infamous "party-scene." I have made something of a vow to myself to waste as little time as possible. After all, this is pretty much my only chance after having become a lazy bit of horse-hockey during Senior year of High School. YES, senioritis IS real! Nonetheless, I have no complaints seeing how I was able to rein in a fair amount of AP credits (no matter how undeserved they were).
My big summer project has been writing a novel of sorts. Now, I have attempted this in the past on countless occassions but have always suffered from the South's "lack/ loss of will" thesis. However, I'm determined not to let this one fall through, and seeing that it hits a great deal closer to home, I doubt that it will. Why am I doing this? Honestly, just for my own benefit. It naturally won't be worth publishing or any of that good stuff, but just to know that I was able to complete such an undertaking and express something important to me through this is more than enough incentive for me. I've also written a lot of poetry in the past, most of which again I have destroyed through various methods. However, a little remains as a memory for me thanks to the words of my AP English IV teacher. I've been wanting to expand on the collection, maybe on a weekly basis, but the sad news is that emotions simply don't flow like that. Ah, well, it shall be stored for the time being and one day it may grow as a faithful reminder.
Other things I have been whittling away my time with include artistic pursuits, musical pursuits, and dealing with some awkward social situations. Ah, society, one must love it. I like one of Oscar Wilde's quotes thereof, but I forgot it, and it would be betrayal to look it up.
There are more details and more intricate events that are happening, but until I have some more clarity in them, I shall pass on sharing, even if all this is is sharing with me. Funny, that. Anywho, initiating some very fake school patriotism: "Go Wildcats!"
Prologue
Well, my life up until now has been quite similar to the life of any ordinary teenager, so though the past is not of great merit nor a sign of individuality, it does present some measure of explanation for the present, and the ever elusive future.
By means of sparknotes, I was born in Germany in 1991. Since then, I have moved my fair share of times, and have grown quite experienced in the respect of understanding different cultures and people as well as what motivates them. At least, this is what I would like to think.
Moving so much also obviously had its influence on the development of my character to the point that it is now. For instance, before moving to New Zealand, I was a pansy, plain and simple. Yes, it's embarrassing to say, but it is the truth and any such entry must always strive for the objective truth. I quickly learnt that New Zealand was a very physical country, and my persona soon accomodated this without losing my previously established quirkiness.
I, as many have, have also experienced my fair share of disaster and regret in the past. However, I shall refrain from typing about it for the moment as future posts may well be depressing enough to accomodate, depending on my mood.
As simply as I can put this, I am nothing special, nothing to note, and that's fine. These blogs will probably end up sheerly as sentimental and disillusioned rants, and I can guarantee that they will at some point manage to offend someone. Well, I don't give a damn about any of that. After all, unlike a speech, I am not writing this for my audience. It is intended as but a monologue, and my sole promise is that a monologue it shall be.
By means of sparknotes, I was born in Germany in 1991. Since then, I have moved my fair share of times, and have grown quite experienced in the respect of understanding different cultures and people as well as what motivates them. At least, this is what I would like to think.
Moving so much also obviously had its influence on the development of my character to the point that it is now. For instance, before moving to New Zealand, I was a pansy, plain and simple. Yes, it's embarrassing to say, but it is the truth and any such entry must always strive for the objective truth. I quickly learnt that New Zealand was a very physical country, and my persona soon accomodated this without losing my previously established quirkiness.
I, as many have, have also experienced my fair share of disaster and regret in the past. However, I shall refrain from typing about it for the moment as future posts may well be depressing enough to accomodate, depending on my mood.
As simply as I can put this, I am nothing special, nothing to note, and that's fine. These blogs will probably end up sheerly as sentimental and disillusioned rants, and I can guarantee that they will at some point manage to offend someone. Well, I don't give a damn about any of that. After all, unlike a speech, I am not writing this for my audience. It is intended as but a monologue, and my sole promise is that a monologue it shall be.
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