so i've got some books here in my room that i've not finished reading yet. some i've not even touched since i've bought them.
i’ve got 17 total to be specific. ugh. maybe i’ll get around to starting/finishing them during easter break. or whatever break this is supposed to be that’s coming up.
or maybe i’ll spend copious amounts of time on the internet catching up on unnecessary pages and pages of images whose importance is only ephemeral, yet i download them anyways.
i really hope it’s the former, and that i can stop caring about the latter. it’s probably turning into some kinda obsessive-compulsive disorder hoarding type of thing. i’ve probably got thousands of images, no lie. it’s gotta stop. lol.
Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son? Student : Yes, sir. Professor : So, you believe in GOD? Student : Absolutely, sir. Professor : Is GOD good? Student : Sure. Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL? Student : Yes. Professor : My Brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal…
factually, i don’t think this isn’t real. as far as i can see, this is hinting at einstein being catholic, being a college student. his family was jewish, non-observant. apparently he died agnostic. he got as far as secondary school, and(i’m assuming this is common knowledge)honed what he knew independently in a patent office. but the argument does make sense, and i love it. i just hate when people make up these stories and just tack on famous names so it’ll spread faster. there’s all these stories going around the internet of clever young adults taking ideas and turning each arrogant idea on their respective heads, later growing up to be famous. yes, there’s a sliver of a chance that probably a good number of them are true, but the rest get me angry, using an unnecessary lie to get to the world a truth that was able to get across by itself.
I didn't try to get that much followers, heh. And yes, I tell him mostly everything. Yes! I mean, the whole time I had this tumblr default blog I had a blogspot. But It's kind of tiring to update both on different social networking sites(or blogs?/ whatevies i count them the same. lol) But, yeah, you're right. Plus, I'm the type of person who likes to keep my business private.
btwm your random replies, are the best. hehehe
ah, well i feel like a tiny bit of an ass for assuming, but i understand. and all the rest of that makes sense. especially the part about me being right. loljk but yeah, go off and do your whole private blog thing now!
and yay? lol, glad they make someone smile. or whatever emotion i meant to evoke when i typed it.
it really is. and when i am, it’s not for long. yes, looking at the way things are, sometimes i’d love to just be that way, live that way, but somehow it just doesn’t work. somehow i just want to be like that, but i can’t. just eh.
“The world’s most succinct word.” It means “a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but that neither one wants to start.” This was true for us until last week. I initiated the conversation that has drawn the border between us (and I mean that quite literally. As of right now, we’re going to forever be in separate countries.)
movies, music, youtube, nothing. something’s missing. empty. i’m not sad or anything. it’s just that there’s something i can’t feel. it’s not annoying, not nagging, not exactly distracting. kind of distracting.
i got it done, but with a good dose of awkward, along with a sense that i could’ve done it better. but it’s done. i finally did it in front of the whole class. yesssss.
feel free to say “that’s what she said” in your head or something. but so that you know what i’m talking about, i’m talking about the speech for english class that i’ve whined about for the past week.
and my english teacher, who had dumped a bunch of homework and projects and whatnot on us moved one of the several deadlines from tomorrow to monday. i lurv it. maybe i can get more sleep now. three hours? four?
for the next few days, i'm gonna be at a senior retreat.
i like that. i probably love it. only problems are:
i’m gonna miss the paquiao fight on saturday.
i’ll be sharing a room with several other guys, with a good chance that several may be assholes.
when i get back, i’ll have a shitload of tumblr to catch up on.
let’s do the math. camille was gone for a bit over a day, and was following approximately 110(?) people on tumblr. she estimated that she had to go through about 60 pages afterwards. i leave tonight at around six, i’ll probably be back home just before 1 pm on sunday. i’m following 78 people.
don’t wanna do the math? well, it’s a shitload of pages.
i was supposed to edit a speech for last night (part deux)
every single night this week i tried to do something to improve my speech. every single night i don’t get much of anything done. heck, last two nights i worked hard to finish the shitload of other homework i had, but i ended up falling asleep once i got to the speech. and every single day, there was something to delay it during school. yay? i’m just hoping i could actually get around to editing it, getting it done, and getting it done well. asdfshfgxfrustrationasdf.
“…There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark… Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.”—Sara Zarr (via quote-book)
i was supposed to edit a speech for english last night.
i had to edit it because it was shoddily written, reprint it because it didn’t print right. any other homework was either pretty much negligible or finished. sad ish about the speech is that i ended up sleeping the whole night through after sqeezing in fixing a typo. i spent the night beforehand doing the same thing, except i was writing it.
i’m hoping this is just me having a shitty beginning of the week that i can overcome by today. i’m hoping it’s not some stronger invulnerable mutated strain of senioritis.
Zombie walks have become relatively common in large cities, especially in North America, often becoming annual traditions, though some are also spontaneous “flash mob” events or performance art. Promoted primarily through word of mouth and online message boards, zombie walks are an underground activity. During the event participants are encouraged to remain in character as zombies and to communicate only in a manner consistent with zombie behavior. This may include grunting, groaning and slurred, moaning calls for ‘brains’. It should be noted that zombie behavior is a hot topic of debate. Purists who draw their definitions from the original Romero Living Dead films will claim that a zombie would never have the ability to call for ‘brains’ and furthermore that a zombie needs only living or freshly killed flesh for its sustenance, and not the brain in particular.
The complexity and purpose of some zombie walks have grown and changed with their popularity. An advanced technique to heighten interest and realism, some zombie mobs will “eat” victims to create new zombies, in sight of onlookers. The better coordinated zombie mobs will establish a route and an easily recognizable signal, so that other participants can plant themselves, appearing as an otherwise ordinary human, along the route in old, tearable clothes, and as the mob shambles along it can discover and devour new victims. As the zombies surround the new victim to loudly feed, concealing him or her from witnesses’ view, they tear clothes and quickly apply makeup and fake blood, to create a new zombie, who then shambles along with the ever-expanding pack to find new victims. Some participants occasionally dress up as soldiers who are called in to contain the outbreak. Some events are staged as spoof political rallies organized “to raise awareness of zombie rights”, with participants carrying placards. Many zombie walks have also been staged as “hunger marches” with the intent of raising awareness of world hunger and collecting items for food banks.
there’s people i’ve told this to again and again, and others who were the poor victims of my attempts at imitation, but i think i do a pretty decent zombie impression. not to piss off the Romero zombie purists, but looking at the more organized ones, i think it would be pretty awesome to try that out with 28 days later-type zombies, since that’s the only one i can do, lol. maybe i’ll be a zombie when halloween comes around.
about that cultural dance thingy i brought up a while back.
my group didn’t get shiet done at all. imo, we’re running out of time. no one is really trying, but everyone is whining about not getting anything done. as far as i can see it, there’s three ways we could go:
simplify/change the mix, which might be too much, into something easy to choreograph to. also have more practices outside of school.
step it up, use the mix as it is, practice like bats outta hell outside of school. get all beastly.
give up, throw in the towel, doing something lame/nothing at all.
i’m probably gonna tell them this today. but yeah, hopefully we’ll have to choose between the first two.