If you never change your mind,
why have one?
After a few moments of pondering, I posed it a question.
If you always change your mind,
why have one?
Confidant I had won the argument, I popped it into my mouth.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
first impressions.
it's all wrong but it's.... alright!
wake up at six.
five pound backpack.
homework from every class.
fifteen miles.
first day.
you tell me my first impression.
quiz tomorrow....
wake up at six.
five pound backpack.
homework from every class.
fifteen miles.
first day.
you tell me my first impression.
quiz tomorrow....
Sunday, May 18, 2008
funny. in a sick and twisted way.
something I thought is worth passing on. (i didn't write this)
"I’d like to order one Fatty McFat-Fat and a Superficial Burger with a small side of Materialism Fries. Wait, make that an extra large one! Let’s see… I’d also like one 'IOnlyCareAboutMyself' Salad with Hedonism dressing because I have to watch my figure. For my boy, may I have a Seven Deadly Sins special with extra Lust? Oh yes, he would also like a testosterone filled shake to build his already bloated Pride. Last, could you sprinkle some Ignorance on everything so that we could enjoy it all blissfully? Thank you!"
"I’d like to order one Fatty McFat-Fat and a Superficial Burger with a small side of Materialism Fries. Wait, make that an extra large one! Let’s see… I’d also like one 'IOnlyCareAboutMyself' Salad with Hedonism dressing because I have to watch my figure. For my boy, may I have a Seven Deadly Sins special with extra Lust? Oh yes, he would also like a testosterone filled shake to build his already bloated Pride. Last, could you sprinkle some Ignorance on everything so that we could enjoy it all blissfully? Thank you!"
wow.
set us free, sweet summer day...
wait. wait. i have a blog...?
haha.
beginning of the year i checked this everyday.
no. more than everyday.
i used to jump straight to baronbanner.blogspot.com as soon as i got home.
i'd drink in Titus's eloquent speech. immerse in Victoria's whimsical style. laugh at Nuran's excellent diction.
(though i do admit, Vincent's was too smart for me. it made my brain hurt.)
however now, 162 days behind me, 18 days to go, i haven't even been blogspot in a month.
maybe a month and a half.
heck, i haven't even been that active within the baron banner at school.
i should have. i could have.
i wasn't.
and i hate admitting i regret something. but i regret that.
there's a lot of "what if"s in life.
i know my big one is what if i didn't waste my time.
everything's easier to preach than to practice.
and i know, September 3rd come around i will have wasted three months of my life to idleness.
listen to me. i'm already giving up.
maybe i spend too much time in Nostalgia.
and not enough time living.
wait. wait. i have a blog...?
haha.
beginning of the year i checked this everyday.
no. more than everyday.
i used to jump straight to baronbanner.blogspot.com as soon as i got home.
i'd drink in Titus's eloquent speech. immerse in Victoria's whimsical style. laugh at Nuran's excellent diction.
(though i do admit, Vincent's was too smart for me. it made my brain hurt.)
however now, 162 days behind me, 18 days to go, i haven't even been blogspot in a month.
maybe a month and a half.
heck, i haven't even been that active within the baron banner at school.
i should have. i could have.
i wasn't.
and i hate admitting i regret something. but i regret that.
there's a lot of "what if"s in life.
i know my big one is what if i didn't waste my time.
everything's easier to preach than to practice.
and i know, September 3rd come around i will have wasted three months of my life to idleness.
listen to me. i'm already giving up.
maybe i spend too much time in Nostalgia.
and not enough time living.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
i gotta tell myself to keep
quiet quiet don't let it all come undone...
well i think this is the closest i've gotten to using an explicit in a blog
why am i such a *fluck* up?
honestly
it's not even like it was inevitable
it was a stupid, easily avoidable mistake
it's no wonder the Bible describes the tongue as the only untamed beast
i've been brought up taught to think before i speak
to weigh the consequences before my actions
to treat my words like a potential wildfire
why do i have to be so *flucking* funny...?
why can't i stop hurting people...?
well i think this is the closest i've gotten to using an explicit in a blog
why am i such a *fluck* up?
honestly
it's not even like it was inevitable
it was a stupid, easily avoidable mistake
it's no wonder the Bible describes the tongue as the only untamed beast
i've been brought up taught to think before i speak
to weigh the consequences before my actions
to treat my words like a potential wildfire
why do i have to be so *flucking* funny...?
why can't i stop hurting people...?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
One Month
it was raining on the sun...
one month...
one month since my last post.
it's funny how much can happen in a month....
it's also funny how a month can go by and nothing can happen at all.
to be honest i haven't been writing cause nothing extraordinary has happened.
at least, not to me.
i know, i know, i should be taking advantage of the blessings i have. i should be strengthening the relationships i have, building up the things i know, and making the most of the time i have.
i also know how easy it is to not follow your own judgement.
so now, i waste away at the computer, with one less month to live....
on the happier side:
New album by The Afters out! :D
check out Myspace Girl =]
one month...
one month since my last post.
it's funny how much can happen in a month....
it's also funny how a month can go by and nothing can happen at all.
to be honest i haven't been writing cause nothing extraordinary has happened.
at least, not to me.
i know, i know, i should be taking advantage of the blessings i have. i should be strengthening the relationships i have, building up the things i know, and making the most of the time i have.
i also know how easy it is to not follow your own judgement.
so now, i waste away at the computer, with one less month to live....
on the happier side:
New album by The Afters out! :D
check out Myspace Girl =]
Thursday, January 31, 2008
RE: Crazy In Love
got me lookin so crazy right now...
tera's first blog post yesterday was about love...
love really is a funny thing isn't it
we find joy and serenity in love
yet we find heartbreak and chaos in it as well
is it possible for a fountain to bear both fresh and salty water?
you see, tera's blog really got me thinking
got me thinking about my own relationships
love in general
it made me start thinking from the moment i read her title
in fact, when i read her title the first thing i thought of was this:
sighhh you don't get to see something quite as strange as that everyday
tera's first blog post yesterday was about love...
love really is a funny thing isn't it
we find joy and serenity in love
yet we find heartbreak and chaos in it as well
is it possible for a fountain to bear both fresh and salty water?
you see, tera's blog really got me thinking
got me thinking about my own relationships
love in general
it made me start thinking from the moment i read her title
in fact, when i read her title the first thing i thought of was this:
sighhh you don't get to see something quite as strange as that everyday
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
hahaha!
trying to keep my head on straight...
well.
i'm not sure how many other people have noticed this....
perhaps i'm just strange
but the doors
in our school bathrooms
are made by a company called
Hiney Hiders
perhaps i'll get a picture! =]
well.
i'm not sure how many other people have noticed this....
perhaps i'm just strange
but the doors
in our school bathrooms
are made by a company called
Hiney Hiders
perhaps i'll get a picture! =]
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
finally
it's tragic...
well... i finally quit piano lessons today.
most kids would see this as a victory. the final hurrah after months of arguing with parents.
but not me... not now...
now, twenty minutes after what could possibly be my last piano lesson ever, it feels like the decisive loss that inevitably leads to certain defeat.
and to be blunt... i'm scared...
don't get me wrong, i'm not some super-motivated teen angel who plays piano like there's no tomorrow.
however, i'm not the other extreme either
it's not that i hate piano
really, truthfully, i love piano
the beauty of the music
the passion, the emotion
my teacher is amiable and encouraging
piano lessons could probably be one of the best things that has ever happened to me
what then? you ask
what could possibly cause me to quit such a wonderful thing?
motivation
or rather lack of it
i think i practice on a monthly basis
seeing my lack of passion, my parents decided to pull me out of piano lessons in order to save money as well as to not force me to begrudgingly trudge through CM (if you've ever taken piano, you just shuddered)
and so, after months of deciding, my parents told me that today would be my last piano lesson.
...they told me today...
i tell myself that the only reason i didn't practice was because of my obligation.
i say that being forced to play is what caused me to lose motivation.
i try to convince myself that without the weight of necessity, i will continue piano with zeal.
and now that i've finally quit, i can put that theory to the test...
and this is what i fear
i fear with the obligation gone, the art will slip through my fingers
i fear that i've been lying to myself this whole time
i fear that my defeat was not at my parent's hands, it was at my own...
well... i finally quit piano lessons today.
most kids would see this as a victory. the final hurrah after months of arguing with parents.
but not me... not now...
now, twenty minutes after what could possibly be my last piano lesson ever, it feels like the decisive loss that inevitably leads to certain defeat.
and to be blunt... i'm scared...
don't get me wrong, i'm not some super-motivated teen angel who plays piano like there's no tomorrow.
however, i'm not the other extreme either
it's not that i hate piano
really, truthfully, i love piano
the beauty of the music
the passion, the emotion
my teacher is amiable and encouraging
piano lessons could probably be one of the best things that has ever happened to me
what then? you ask
what could possibly cause me to quit such a wonderful thing?
motivation
or rather lack of it
i think i practice on a monthly basis
seeing my lack of passion, my parents decided to pull me out of piano lessons in order to save money as well as to not force me to begrudgingly trudge through CM (if you've ever taken piano, you just shuddered)
and so, after months of deciding, my parents told me that today would be my last piano lesson.
...they told me today...
i tell myself that the only reason i didn't practice was because of my obligation.
i say that being forced to play is what caused me to lose motivation.
i try to convince myself that without the weight of necessity, i will continue piano with zeal.
and now that i've finally quit, i can put that theory to the test...
and this is what i fear
i fear with the obligation gone, the art will slip through my fingers
i fear that i've been lying to myself this whole time
i fear that my defeat was not at my parent's hands, it was at my own...
Monday, January 21, 2008
New Things
i don't wanna look i just wanna find...
today i learned a new way to smile
most people think of doing this :)
or this :D
or :] =) =]
but today
i learned this Ü
in other news
i succeeded in my very own make-shift table of death :D
what is the table of death?
here's a nice example
today i learned a new way to smile
most people think of doing this :)
or this :D
or :] =) =]
but today
i learned this Ü
in other news
i succeeded in my very own make-shift table of death :D
what is the table of death?
here's a nice example
Sunday, January 20, 2008
ugh...
whoa whoa... waiting for the breakdown...
i can't remember the last time i got sick
i do however remember i had an uncanny ability to get sick at the worst of times
Beginning of Summer Break
Right Before a Camping Trip
Christmas
Thanksgiving
so, i guess it figures that i went from perfectly healthy to 104º fever on the Saturday of the three day weekend before finals
it also figures that i should get sick when my parents were busy at a wedding
it figures i should lose my appetite when my parents ordered pizza
it figures the tylenol would be on the shelf too high for my sisters to reach
but otherwise...
i'm not starving
i'm not freezing
i'm not needing
life is good
i can't remember the last time i got sick
i do however remember i had an uncanny ability to get sick at the worst of times
Beginning of Summer Break
Right Before a Camping Trip
Christmas
Thanksgiving
so, i guess it figures that i went from perfectly healthy to 104º fever on the Saturday of the three day weekend before finals
it also figures that i should get sick when my parents were busy at a wedding
it figures i should lose my appetite when my parents ordered pizza
it figures the tylenol would be on the shelf too high for my sisters to reach
but otherwise...
i'm not starving
i'm not freezing
i'm not needing
life is good
Friday, January 11, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
writing with pens
cause lead's just not permanent...
i don't like writing with pens
i love pens
they're so much more poetic
much more professional
much more sincere
i just don't like writing with them
and i've always wondered why
maybe it's cause i make too many mistakes
and i don't like seeing my mistakes
because as much as i try to cover them up
to cross out my misspellings
to white out the stray marks
my mistakes are always there
as blatant as ever
as permanent as ever
but it's funny how those stray marks
make the paper prettier than without them
how those misspellings
give it life and emotion
how the senseless doodles on the side
give it more meaning than any words could describe
yet i write with pencil
where none of my choices matter
cause nothing is set in stone
where beauty and feeling is sacrificed
for accuracy and repetition
where it's easy to lose everything
to the brush of an eraser
i thank God he didn't give me the option
to draw my life with a pencil
i don't like writing with pens
i love pens
they're so much more poetic
much more professional
much more sincere
i just don't like writing with them
and i've always wondered why
maybe it's cause i make too many mistakes
and i don't like seeing my mistakes
because as much as i try to cover them up
to cross out my misspellings
to white out the stray marks
my mistakes are always there
as blatant as ever
as permanent as ever
but it's funny how those stray marks
make the paper prettier than without them
how those misspellings
give it life and emotion
how the senseless doodles on the side
give it more meaning than any words could describe
yet i write with pencil
where none of my choices matter
cause nothing is set in stone
where beauty and feeling is sacrificed
for accuracy and repetition
where it's easy to lose everything
to the brush of an eraser
i thank God he didn't give me the option
to draw my life with a pencil
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
That's just awesome
...what a shipwreck...
Read the second warning at the bottom of the picture.
I'm serious, no photo editing involved.
Read the second warning at the bottom of the picture.
I'm serious, no photo editing involved.
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