Monday, November 30, 2009
This doesn't count
I would just like to add that I have a lot more blog ideas than I give myself credit for, and should really work on doing these more often! This was kind of a fun release of thoughts.
Toys, Toys, Toys...
Why are there ellipses on all of my blog entries? Oh well. On with the show.
When I was a kid, my brother and I had a room dedicated to nothing but every toy we had ever owned in our entire lives. It was undoubtedly the greatest place known to mankind. Jordan liked to put everything back in its place, and have it all ready to unpack when we needed it. Me? Heck no. Everything belonged on the floor, and that's the only place it did belong. That way, we could see everything, find it pretty quickly, and add toys to our ridiculous adventures whenever we needed it.
Jordan and I would create these ridiculously epic stories and quests with our toys. We'd have all the Power Rangers and Ninja Turtles battle their way across the room to fight the evil Megazord on top of the TV at the end of the Room. We'd have survival contests with legos to see who'd stay the most intact after we'd flung them across the room with a catapult. In all actuality, a lot of thought went into these crazy little adventures me and my bro would conjure. We never did the same thing twice, and it was amazing.
Nostalgia's really been hitting me hard, lately. I mean come on, it's almost Christmas!!
When I was a kid, my brother and I had a room dedicated to nothing but every toy we had ever owned in our entire lives. It was undoubtedly the greatest place known to mankind. Jordan liked to put everything back in its place, and have it all ready to unpack when we needed it. Me? Heck no. Everything belonged on the floor, and that's the only place it did belong. That way, we could see everything, find it pretty quickly, and add toys to our ridiculous adventures whenever we needed it.
Jordan and I would create these ridiculously epic stories and quests with our toys. We'd have all the Power Rangers and Ninja Turtles battle their way across the room to fight the evil Megazord on top of the TV at the end of the Room. We'd have survival contests with legos to see who'd stay the most intact after we'd flung them across the room with a catapult. In all actuality, a lot of thought went into these crazy little adventures me and my bro would conjure. We never did the same thing twice, and it was amazing.
Nostalgia's really been hitting me hard, lately. I mean come on, it's almost Christmas!!
Music Without Words
I've recently discovered that I've begun to listen to the music I hear without hearing, let alone understanding, most/all of the words sung by the vocalists. (I've also discovered that I begin numerous blogs with the letter "I", but that's not the point.)
I downloaded a song titled "From Now On, We Are Enemies" off of Fall Out Boy's new Greatest Hits CD. I really loved the song, and couldn't even decipher a single word of any part of it. All of the musical impacts were just perfect, it seemed. After a short period of inquiry, I discovered that Patrick Stump, their lead singer, composes all of their music, and Pete Wentz, their bass guitarist, pens all of the lyrics to their songs (none of which make any sense, by the way). Apart from the fact that Patrick has an amazing instrument in his pipes, I've begun to listen to all of their music again, and realize that I never actually cared about the words; the music was what really got to me, and what really left the lasting impression on me.
After finding my old iPod, I went through several tunes, remembering exactly why I had downloaded that song, and discovered that EVERY SINGLE SONG ON THERE was the exact same way. I really don't care about what the singers have to SAY. I do, in fact, care about how the singers make me feel what they want to get across. That's what's important in the music.
I downloaded a song titled "From Now On, We Are Enemies" off of Fall Out Boy's new Greatest Hits CD. I really loved the song, and couldn't even decipher a single word of any part of it. All of the musical impacts were just perfect, it seemed. After a short period of inquiry, I discovered that Patrick Stump, their lead singer, composes all of their music, and Pete Wentz, their bass guitarist, pens all of the lyrics to their songs (none of which make any sense, by the way). Apart from the fact that Patrick has an amazing instrument in his pipes, I've begun to listen to all of their music again, and realize that I never actually cared about the words; the music was what really got to me, and what really left the lasting impression on me.
After finding my old iPod, I went through several tunes, remembering exactly why I had downloaded that song, and discovered that EVERY SINGLE SONG ON THERE was the exact same way. I really don't care about what the singers have to SAY. I do, in fact, care about how the singers make me feel what they want to get across. That's what's important in the music.
Time Travel's Quite the Thing...
I define Time as the idea fashioned by humans to attempt to rationalize and further describe the changes of the different things of the universe as they progress through their cycles. Though this kind of definition of time doesn't exactly allow for a time-space fabric to exist, I find the concept of Time Travel to be remarkably interesting, regardless.
For example, there's a temporal paradox (time-travel related paradox) where some say that it can't be possible, because we haven't had evidence of it yet. Surely, if time travel has developed in some future, then they would have travelled back in time to this point eventually. Since no one has come back this far, and no evidence of time travel exists, then it's logically deducible to be impossible, right?
This theory doesn't really allow for all possibilities of the restrictions of time travel to be accounted for. For example, time travel COULD only be forward in time, and backwards being impossible, no evidence WOULD exist. OR, simply no one has yet to travel this far back in time, or even any and allevidence of time travel has simply not been discovered yet.
Either way, I find it quite intruiging.
For example, there's a temporal paradox (time-travel related paradox) where some say that it can't be possible, because we haven't had evidence of it yet. Surely, if time travel has developed in some future, then they would have travelled back in time to this point eventually. Since no one has come back this far, and no evidence of time travel exists, then it's logically deducible to be impossible, right?
This theory doesn't really allow for all possibilities of the restrictions of time travel to be accounted for. For example, time travel COULD only be forward in time, and backwards being impossible, no evidence WOULD exist. OR, simply no one has yet to travel this far back in time, or even any and allevidence of time travel has simply not been discovered yet.
Either way, I find it quite intruiging.
Let Me Be Myself, Myself!
This Thanksgiving Break, I got to see all but like two of my cousins. And everytime I get to see 'em and hang out, I really want to have a good time and fit in and stuff, so I crack a lotta jokes. Problem is, my family is like the elite society of awesomeness when it comes to jokes, and they're all like the MASTERS. They've also (almost) all been through high school and college, so they've gotten used to it. In the end, I make myself look like an arrogant idiot in front of pretty much everybody, sayin some things I normally wouldn't. Not like swearing, but just different comments.
Everytime I look back on the holidays, I just want to be me when I go, yet I always seem to fall back into the jokester routine. It's not like I have anybody to impress, because they're my family and love me regardless. I guess it's kind of a pride thing. I don't wanna be boring or uninteresting to anybody, so I constantly strive to be someone that they wanna be around, when it's always been the other way around. This break, I just gave up the whole jokester act and was me the entire time. Greatest break I've ever had. Can't wait till Christmas Break!
Everytime I look back on the holidays, I just want to be me when I go, yet I always seem to fall back into the jokester routine. It's not like I have anybody to impress, because they're my family and love me regardless. I guess it's kind of a pride thing. I don't wanna be boring or uninteresting to anybody, so I constantly strive to be someone that they wanna be around, when it's always been the other way around. This break, I just gave up the whole jokester act and was me the entire time. Greatest break I've ever had. Can't wait till Christmas Break!
What's Been Happenin'
Seeing as I'm rushing, yet again, to get these done, let's start off with what all's been happening that's kept me so far behind.
For those of us that may not know, some yet-to-be-determined cause has severely affected my schoolwork. I've developed what's called "convergence insufficiency." Whenever my eyes look at things up close, namely text on pages and screens, my right eye isn't turning in enough to adjust to the distance, so I'm reading all of the letters out of order. The only proper way to describe it would be to say I've contracted a tretable form of dyslexia, and it's one of the scariest and most enlightening experiences I've ever been through.
Until now, I've definitely never appreciated reading like I should have. Up until this point, I haven't really ever thought twice about texting people, studying, surfin' the net, playing games, or reading magazines or the newspaper. All of it's just so second-nature, you know? But now, that I've temporarily gone down in the reading department, I really take time to savor every chance I can get to read. Texting is so much more enjoyable now, because I can simply understand what people are telling me! I can read words on The Alchemist and actually enjoy the book rather than have to listen to it all and "read" along with a jumble of letters. It's absolutely fantastic.
My one warning to everyone - don't take the simple for granted. It can be given, and it can be just as easily, if not easier, be taken away.
For those of us that may not know, some yet-to-be-determined cause has severely affected my schoolwork. I've developed what's called "convergence insufficiency." Whenever my eyes look at things up close, namely text on pages and screens, my right eye isn't turning in enough to adjust to the distance, so I'm reading all of the letters out of order. The only proper way to describe it would be to say I've contracted a tretable form of dyslexia, and it's one of the scariest and most enlightening experiences I've ever been through.
Until now, I've definitely never appreciated reading like I should have. Up until this point, I haven't really ever thought twice about texting people, studying, surfin' the net, playing games, or reading magazines or the newspaper. All of it's just so second-nature, you know? But now, that I've temporarily gone down in the reading department, I really take time to savor every chance I can get to read. Texting is so much more enjoyable now, because I can simply understand what people are telling me! I can read words on The Alchemist and actually enjoy the book rather than have to listen to it all and "read" along with a jumble of letters. It's absolutely fantastic.
My one warning to everyone - don't take the simple for granted. It can be given, and it can be just as easily, if not easier, be taken away.
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