December 2008
27 posts
Imagine:
A land with no emotion but through your words. A realm in which what you say is what you are, maybe one little picture to remember you by, but nothing else. How dependent we have grown on this world that when we suddenly step outside it, we are lost. Risk taking has become as easy as closing your eyes, letting your fingers press those buttons, then *click*. How unreal life has become! I...
The Dance of Great Minds
Just sit there with that smirk while your ears do all the work.
Listen, Listen, Listen, ad infinitum.
The void in the air provokes me: What do I say? What will you say?
Abuzz with thoughts unexpressed or ignored
or just overinformed
This nuclear breath ...
I'm finally back...
…and where the hell did the snow go?
I wish I could have recorded my thoughts on the car ride back, there were so many things to share. Even if I had a pen and notebook that would have been great, but I suppose that’s one of the pitfalls of an increasingly technodependant generation leading me to think that I need to write this down. I don’t.
One thing I could remember was the...
INFPs are flexible and laid-back, until one of their values is violated. In the face of their value system being threatened, INFPs can become aggressive defenders, fighting passionately for their cause. When an INFP has adopted a project or job which they’re interested in, it usually becomes a “cause” for them.
And this is why I get so upset when people criticize my music.
Feedback Please:
For our English class we had to write an “original soliloquy” from Shakespeare’s Macbeth. I decided for my speech to be spoken by Banquo’s ghost, in regards to Macbeth. I would love some feedback (seeing as this is 20% of out final exam). A quick note: it had to be in iambic pentameter, which proved to be a lot harder than I expected.
‘Twill be a shame to leave this world...
Yesterday, I invite my friend Filipe resaurante to dinner at a Puerto Rican center. When I started meeting with the girl, said with surprise, “woe is my friend pink!” They call by phone to discuss the heroin that day.
- Google Translate
What I'm Listening To
Of Montreal (Still)
Belle and Sebastian
Crystal Castles
The Past is a Grotesque Animal - Of Montreal
Goddamn 10mb limit; it’s such a good song. If you’re interested, just look it up on youtube.
The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday Makes you wonder why it bothered I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met Who could appreciate Georges...
...And the Wheels...
I love bus rides and long car rides. It’s the perfect excuse to think. I don’t get enough of that. At home there are too many distractions, all my gadgets of temptation. However on the bus there is none, its just me for myself. While I was a fool in Middle School, the bus rides were my sanctuary of truth. It was leisure at it’s finest, or perhaps me at my finest.
Winter
Mommy, mommy, look outside Look outside, then scrape the sky Rivers of God in the storm Driving through that siren horn You see the tracks as you pass off to the side, snow can’t hide You sit in awe and wonder Did they make it out alive The rocks blasted from their roots Their roots make the water fall Freeze all; echoes seldom call Break with the breaks as we cried Laugh at innocence in...
Snow!
11 Lines of Hell
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is...
Quick Opinions
Narrowmindedness is treason
K-O newspaper is really conservative
Jonas Brothers are god-awful
Family Guy is genuinely hillarious
Jordin Sparks is also pretty bad
Niggard is not a racial slur, brush up on etymology
The Quantum Paradox
I was planning on documenting my beliefs on time travel, but apparently Steven Hawking beat me to the punch. My theory about time travel was created as far back as 4th grade. I pondered how such a thing could be possible, and noted the absence of any beings from the future. If time travel, the ability to go backwards in time, were possible, then clearly there would be some people from the future...