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| Wooot! yeah you know it baby. Decade of Dominance. We (the Packers) won our tenth straight state title last Saturday and I have to say that felt a-very nice. north....puh-lease. I don't think I've every been more exhausted and proud of any accomplishment in my life. THIS SUMMA!: Lots of pilates
Camping/hiking/fly fishing
Road trips
Sports photography apprenticeship
Japanese Culture class at MSUM
Reading...
My favorite TV Series
Having a great time with my wonderful girlfriend before she leaves for Italy. Call me! 367-7092 Now go outside! | | |
| I would like to think I’m different, and in that respect, better than my easily herded peers. I would like to think that if faced with diverging roads, I would take the one less traveled by. Then again, who outrightly or proudly admits to conformity? Who descends his door step bent on talking, thinking, acting like the largest group of people he can find? A man more honest than I, for though I tout my nonconformity, I am really just another product of this flaming red factory, assembled prejudice by prejudice as I glide opiately down the line, past events and people that have always been. Ideally, people should never conform, a conviction vehemently penned by Ralph Waldo Emerson in his essay Self-Reliance. With conformity there is never change, only stagnation, and without change–well, we might as well just lace up our matching Nikes and chink our glasses of grape Kool-Aid with those of our ignorant neighbors. Despite this knowledge, however, conformity exists in every aspect of life, and is, debatably, necessary to the smooth function of any society. So while mild conformity must be acceptable, even to Emerson, for the purpose of everyday living, mass conformity to the point of scientific, spiritual, and artistic stagnation, is civil suicide. I LOVE TRANSCENDENTALISM! and crazy cult suicides... | | |
| "there's always massage therapy school." motto. "what if i don't stay up til 3 am, and i don't get an A, and i don't have 3.9, and the sky falls down, and i don't go to the u of m, and i work at mcdonalds, all because of you, Sarah?" whine whine whine.. juniors: freaky people. i told them nothing matters, nothing. just because you can dance like a monkey when they say so doesn't mean you're intelligent. it's a cross between Nietzsche and Thoreau: nothing has value, because we value the wrong things. yah, like a Nietzsche-Thoreau gay-baby: God is dead, because we have crowded him out of our lives with stuff, stuff, stuff. i don't know if it's senioritis or wisdom, but i like it. if i woke up in my seventh grade body and someone told me i had to relive the past SIX years of my life-- then i would have to agree tis nobler in the mind to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, END them, via a bottle of red wine, a hot bath, and a razor. i'm ready to be done. au revoir! | | |
| Today was pretty sweet. woke up. watched a movie. washed dishes. went to church. ate food. picked out prom date's tux. laid in the park reading about simone de beauvoir's view on human freedom. good day. tomorrow might be sucky. only half a day of school (surprisingly a negative) and more softball! trying to figure out my May, Summer, and Next Year. and there are lady bugs crawling all over my monitor and keyboard. and I'm coming off a week-long poetry trip; I wrote like 5 or 6 poems. nuts. and I should get something accomplished. last stanza of my romantic style poem: I am
Moral,
Thinking,
Breathing, blinking, blushing,
with Life and New and Hopes:
The Red of Impermanence makes me Beautiful.
I shall contemplate
Great Things
Today. physics!!! ---add on--- Oh my god! I just realized what to call it. holy crap, i'm not just weird! grapheme-color synesthesia!! THAT'S why I perceive colors when I see or think of numbers! That's why: 0-black or neutral
1-white
2-red
3-green
4-purple
5-blue
6-orange
7-yellow
8-green
9-brown That's why my student id looks green white orange! 80106! doesn't it?!? hahahaha Seriously, I thought I was weird. but it's real... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grapheme-color_synesthesia whew... | | |
| The Mystery of Mister O:
When you come,
He'll come and go,
To ebb you from
The panting flow,
To leave you numb,
and breathing slow... -LY! my poetry doesn't always allow for grammatical exactness.. but who needs rules of english to write poetry? right, cummings?
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
yeah, trippy.. or this one: http://webfuse.cqu.edu.au/Courses/2002/T3/MMST11001/course_site/images/readings/cummings.gif
BUT-- otherwise i'm just sitting here, chowing down on easter candy, relishing my last few hours of abstinence from physical exertion. waiting for my cell phone to shine candy luminous from the stimulation of an incoming call. --yay! it just did. Shit! I almost forgot to think about why swearing is bad. In my experience, swearing makes every unwanted, shameful aspect of the id permanent and irretrievable once uttered. I don't want to be an angry person, but when i say "Expletive!", I am forced to live with the echo of my self-uncontrol. By not swearing, I have managed to make the connection between positive thinking and positive being. Kind of like Stanislavsky would say, once I began to DO something, I realized I believed in doing it. k whoa. But I think we teach children not to swear because we recognize profanity's retrogressive effects on our civilization. i dunno. gosh... anyway... TO ONE WORLD! | | |
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