Ugly Words

I honestly don't find many words too ugly. I do, however, find many words to be terribly misspelled, just looking at them, or thinking about them. For example, the word "goes" strikes me as an oddly spelled word. This is kind of a bad blog, because I don't have a list of these words at hand, but all I'm saying is that it's really really frustrating wasting a full hour trying to figure out if you spelled the word "mahogany" correctly. Couldn't even begin to tell you how much time I've wasted during timed essays trying to figure out if I spelled "goes" right.

Bad Ideas

Well, we definitely hit one one bad idea, if we didn't hit any others - not reading (all of) the assigned reading in English class. That's probably number one.

Honestly, the book is challenging for me. Whether it's merely me and being ADD, or whether it's Dickens' writing style, but I find myself reading portions, or the entirety, of several passages more than three times. My train of thought is literally gone, and I have no idea where to pick up, so I have to go back to where I found it - a couple of paragraphs back. With said malfunction to the reading, I'm taking about four times as long to read the required material as most of the other students, and it's obviously reflecting in my grade (which, if I did VERY well, will be a 40% right around now). Anyways, it's time to make some changes, focus on what's important, and never forget why I'm an Honors student in the first place.

Some more experience-driven bad ideas would be to microwave anything and everything you lay your eyes on that's food, and is in your kitchen. Trust me, it's a messy and disappointing experience.

More bad ideas include pulling Emergency Showers in the science labs (they don't really... shut off...), staying up late every night to get homework done, um... watching a chick flick with somebody "because, honestly, how bad can it be?", lying to your parents about homework (or even at all, sheesh), and naming the whale in Pinocchio "Monstro" as opposed to "Jonathan Paff." The last one is, by far, the most despised bad idea in the known universe, and still today has had controversial repercussions.

Ignorant Contradiction

One of my friends was telling me about how he wanted to go eat something new, like at a Chinese restaurant. Once we finally got to the restaurant, though, he got really, really irritated with the fact that there weren't entirely Chinese, or Caucasian, workers at the establishment. When he saw that there were some Latino workers, he became oddly distraught, and unappreciative of the services there.

That led me to asking him the following: If you were so obsessed with going out looking for diversity in what you eat and where you go, why are you upset when you see diversity when you go to that very place? I understand you wanted Chinese this evening, but whenever you look for diverse cultures, be careful what you wish for.

It got me stuck on this loophole in the logic of modern business and culture. We don't really ever look for diversity as much as we look for a specific desire to be met, or a specific type of something to be explored. We're much more selfish in our desires than we ever could claim to be.

Reflection

Out of all the stuff, I want to remember... pretty much everything about 2009. I really haven't been alive long, relatively speaking, so I enjoy being able to treasure it all. I've already lost most of my single-digits to memory, except for school memories.

I want to remember all the Band trips we went on, all the inside jokes, water gun fights, games of tag, NINJA!!, and good times that went along with it. Along with the fun, I want to remember (at least, not forget) all of the hard work and determination and yelling and fighting, blood, sweat and tears that came with it. We were the closest we've ever been to State Semi-Finals in almost a decade, and that doesn't go without reason. I want to always remember what counted when it comes down to it.

I doubt I'll ever be able to forget when I couldn't read for a solid... two months, I think? Somewhere around there, anyway. It was terrifying, really setting back, but it brought out the best in me, and even my family and friends. I want to remember that no matter what happens to me, I'll always have them behind me, ready to catch me, and cheering me on every last step of the way. That's something not a lot of people get to know like I do, or be able to sit back and cherish. I want to always remember that.

I want to remember, for now and for always, that after the day's over, all the books are put away, PS3's turned off, the world's asleep, that the only thing that really matters in this world is salvation to pass into the next. Growing up, whether it was my attitude, mentality, or just plain ignorance, I always saw a little bit more in the world than the rest of my family, and tended to indulge myself every now and then. But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter if I rank up fifteen levels in Call of Duty, or if I finally beat that last boss on God of War 2. What really, truly matters is my love for and faith in Jesus Christ, the Father and his will, and my relationships with the people I know. Those are all that will pass with me when I die, for all else is left behind. I won't be using it when I get where I'm going, so what's the sense in wasting my life mindlessly chasing such a fleeting whisp of satisfaction? God is eternal; his love is eternal. I want to always be reminded of that as I go on in life.

Not to get all serious, or anything, and I'm obviously leaving things out, but I know I'll keep them in my heart.

Christmas Decoration

Decoration-wise, I don't really have a favorite thing. Mine's more of a whoooole bunch of things put together. I'm really a huge fan of decorating Christmas Trees.

I really don't know whether it's my compulsion for things to be balanced and look good, whether it's my perfectionist attitude toward creating a work of art, or whether it's just the variety of different decorations all put on tree to make something look beautiful and meaningful to our family that makes me enjoy decorating Christmas Trees (though I doubt the second T should be capitalized). Every time I decorate one, there's always a feeling of talent and accomplishment in that I've just made something that's partly my own, but it's more for everyone that sees it to look at and enjoy than it is my creation. The whole family gets involved in throwing on the tinsel, picking and placing ornaments, lacing the garland around the tree, and, for whatever reason, putting candy canes on the leftover branches.

The only real thing I can relate it to would be writing a book, or a piece of music. In any case, this is without a doubt my favorite decoration we put up each year.

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!!