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Monday, February 6th, 2006
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6:25 pm
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All of these birthdays recently are making me try to remember my birthday.
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| Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
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11:59 pm
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"All these false Jesi are just a plot by Satan to confuse us, just like when he put those dinosaur bones in the ground"
-Steven Colbert
Has anybody seen the border patrol commercials?
"We're saving the world, are you up to the challenge?"
Or something of that nature.
Because obviously saving the world has to do with not allowing people from a less valuable and powerful country travel into ours--the most powerful in the world.
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| Monday, January 30th, 2006
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4:50 pm
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There was a moment today, when i had just bought three sufjan cd's, and I was drinking a caffeinated beverage, and there was the most perfect rainbow i've seen in my life directly ahead of me, that i felt like the world was on my side.
AMC tomorrw, i'm excited.
There's a certain comfort in knowing that nobody expects anything out of you--something i've almost never been able to experience.
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2:16 am
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When one analyzes a human being they place him in solitude, make him distinct from all thing surrounding him. Yet when one breaks man down into more integral parts, a flaw can be seen in this isolation of man. Food comes from organisms, a fact commonly known, and one would not attempt to explain digestion without the inclusion of said foodstuffs. Countless examples can be found of this in the human body (e.g. respiration, perspiration, vision…). An example: A nerve is affected by an outside stimulus which sends a message to the brain. The brain reacts and evolves a course of action which is then delivered to all muscles needed to commit said action. Why not define life in these cycles? After all, they are just as distinct as any man is—with dependence on outer stimuli, plus sustenance provided by another source.
The answer, as I have chosen to see it, is that vision still defines our beliefs. In light of all the new knowledge about neurology, psychology, physiology, we still use our base instincts to define our method of thought. We think of man as the distinct entity because we can see him separated from his environment. He can be picked up, moved, shifted and therefore defined as separate, unique, while all the while he is just as dependant as the cycle mentioned earlier. I find this quite amusing. The lord of the world still defined, molded, judged, and dependant upon the same sense that is given to so many other creatures.
Yet amusing as it may be, there are grave problems involved. As man thinks of himself as a complete whole, a unified, independent being, the world will never be able to exist. Man forsakes all of his knowledge and weaves his own destruction. There are a myriad of statistics about how we need to save the trees because they help us survive, give us life. Yet man forsakes this knowledge of interconnectedness because he can see that he is separate—he believes that because, when he sees himself in the mirror, he can be separated from the world around him, he is in fact independent. This foolish idea has been repeated far too many times to count.
Unity is the key, something we have been unable to perceive. All of man’s beliefs and thoughts are geared towards the separation of a unified and interdependent whole. Take education for example—English more specifically. We then split this up into writing and reading. Would not expression as a whole be more prudent? There are, of course, other forms of language and expression than English. But then, how far could one take it? Could one simply eliminate subjects? The path of education is so mangled and twisted that nothing is reinforced before it is forgotten, obvious connections are not made.
Chemistry and Biology, two completely separate classes attended at our school of Lakeridge, both year-long courses. Yet how connected are these classes? Severely so. In fact, they connect so often and so well that it would barely be too bold to say that they are the same class, looked at in different ways. Yet unity is not embraced in education. Instead we take into account the idea of difficulty of subject matter. It does not matter that chemistry is at a baser level than biology and the ideas of biology are built on those of Chemistry. Chemistry is considered a difficult course, more so than biology, so we essentially teach young adults to run before they can walk. The school system has to force connections to appear when they could simply fall into place like puzzle pieces.
People think of their emotions in this way as well; that is to say—distinct. Emotions are words that carry all of the past with them since their creation. Love carries every experience that has ever come into contact with it. It is a hodgepodge of confused emotions, baggage from earlier times, earlier people. Love is just a word whose definition has changed infinitely since man first went beyond animalistic instinct. And in all of these changes, love was affected by an outside source. Love is dependant as much on environment as anything else, yet people separate it, just like man. They think love can be picked out of a mangled history and placed upon themselves like a cloak. Yet they do not realize that love is not something distinct or by any means removable from its environment.
I would like to talk more about this, but find that there are countless examples and yet not countless seconds (another thing looked at distinctly...(hmmmmm). Food for thought I suppose.
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| Sunday, January 29th, 2006
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1:56 am
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| Friday, June 3rd, 2005
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11:58 pm
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| Thursday, June 2nd, 2005
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10:55 pm
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These are my abs currently:
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This is where they need to be:
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That is my story.
I'm done.
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| Tuesday, May 31st, 2005
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11:06 pm
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Yes, i'm fine.
Elliot Smith is good.
current mood:  calm
current music: miss misery-elliot smith
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| Monday, March 28th, 2005
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3:37 pm - a little rant from the night before
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The first method for the creation of religion I would like to look at is a form of replacement. It has been recognized by many philosophers and scientists that a person will develop a religious mindset later in their life. This might be due to some kind of replacement that is attempted. A person who has lost a father that is close to them will, many times, attempt to recreate that father with an image of god. A father will judge actions and give you your sense of right and wrong. This is represented once again in most religions. For example, in Christianity there are many commandments not unlike a set of “family rules”. They oftentimes refer to God as the “heavenly father” and such. In Catholicism, the priest is also referred to as “father”. They are indeed both fathers in that they will tell you what is right and what is wrong, as well as listen when you feel that you have erred and must confess. The church oftentimes takes the appearance of a father as well. For example, there is the old stereotype of running into the church and yelling, “Sanctuary” and so be safe from all outside influence and punishment. This is very akin to a child running into his father’s arms and seeking protection. Children will also often share their achievements with their parents and, in doing so, receive a reward or praise from the given parent. This is similar to a type of heaven. When people commit actions that they feel they deserve reward for they will create in their mind an image of a god smiling down benignly and guaranteeing them a place in a city in the clouds. People will then also see the opposite in a person committing a “bad” action. IF they are unable to punish this person they will summon an idea of a hell that that person will be banished to after death. For, in almost all societies, it is felt that good actions deserve rewards and bad actions deserve punishment.
Children will also look at their father as a more powerful being and see him as a point of power in their life. What happens when the children grow up and realize that their father is really not all they had imagined to be? If they had grown to depend on that feeling of a greater power in their life they will oftentimes look towards some kind of deity or supernatural being. The effect being that a person will oftentimes think of God as a father that can, as the saying goes “beat up your dad”. Ironically, many religious wars such as the crusades carry this similarity; the ignorance of children in believing they are better because their father is better and people believing they are better because of their religions. The only difference is that the adults will actually go through with their thoughts and engage in large-scale wars for the belief that their “father is better”. Once can see how ignorance changes to idiocy.
One might also try to use religion as a replacement for a mate or partner in life. There have been accounts of people literally falling in love with Jesus and sexual attraction towards him. These people see a perfect mate in Jesus. For the fact that most people can form and bend religion to how they see fit. If it displeases them they can minutely change it for religion has much room for interpretation. The mate then becomes exactly what a person wants and it will never abandon you nor feel angry, disappointed, i.e. all positive and no negative. The irony in the phrase “worshiping your partner” is precious.
Another obvious reason is that one will try and explain things that happen. Attempting to explain why things happen is simply that people do not want to take the broadness of the scope of all possibilities upon themselves. Some people cannot accept that it is a myriad of tiny possibilities affecting each other and the infinite number of all possible outcomes. They must assign some kind of order, some kind of governing force to the nature of things and do so through religions. For example, a person does not want the think that A happened because B happened in a certain way that was originally brought about by some sort of interaction between D and C that goes back to a choice made by E, all of which were due to their own wills and chances all the way down to the very smallest possibilities. People would much rather say God created E and caused all things to happen the way they did. This is akin to a governing force rather than saying that all things (in this example A, B, C, D etc.) have their own choice and own actions that they can take. This is represented in a human’s own body in that they want their brain to control all their actions and it is considered a defect to have one body part move by itself or not be under the control of the brain. This is once again similarly analogous to a kingdom. A man that does not go along with society is referred to as a rebel. People desire order and governance; therefore they say that anything that cannot be governed by man is governed by God.
I believe that the emotions of guilt and anger also factor into religion. This is when a person has a situation impressed upon them that yields either a good or bad result. When a person has a beneficial effect from a seemingly random action they will feel guilty and have thoughts of: “why has this happened to me?” They will then explain this good situation with “god has blessed me” so that they can have something that they may thank. Hence the much overused phrase: “thank God”. When a situation goes in the opposite way and yields a bad effect, people will then act in the opposite manner and blame what has happened to them on a God. In this way they may project the anger onto something tangible besides themselves. Fault, in our world, is rarely accepted.
Religion is, in essence, a replacement for something in the world. Whether it is replacing an actual being, an explanation, or a reason, people will always fill in the gaps of what they do not understand with something that they do understand, something of which they have created: God.
current mood: calm
current music: holiday-greenday
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| Thursday, March 24th, 2005
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2:38 pm
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Oh yea, as i was sitting in my room, who knocks at the door but Andrew fucking Peterson!!!!
I was so suprised. It was definitely a "holy fuck" moment.
ahahahahaha!
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2:32 pm
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I'm never going snorkeling again.
I just went and it was not too fun. First, i swam really far out so that i could barely see the bottom, and i saw a fucking shark!!! It was really small but it was still freakin scary as hell. Then, immdediately afterwards, my head ran into a fish that i guess the shark had been eating. It was like half-eaten. Needless to say i freaked and swam to shore as fast as i could.
That's why i'm never going snorkeling again.
I wonder if i spelled snorkeling right, maybe it's snorkling?
current mood: shocked
current music: hawaiian music-hawaiian people
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| Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
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1:03 pm - a conversation here at the request of nick vigo:
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Mother: Steve you should read this book, it reminds me of Tim.
Dad: What's it about?
Mother: A really smart kid who does drugs and becomes a failure.
Dad: Why would you say that?
Mother: Well, not so much the drugs part, but about being a failure.
(This took place in the car while i was in the backseat)
Gues what's on TV?!?!?!?!
ROCKY, ROCKY II, ROCKY III, ROCKY IV!!!!!!
I'm so excited!!!
current mood: loved
current music: rocky theme song (gonna fly now)
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| Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
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4:29 pm
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I'm in hawaii and i've gotten 3 chicks to ask me for my number!
I must be some kind of stud.
Now i feel bad because i gave them the wrong number.
I really just want to play video games and not go outside.
People are behind me, staring at me, and it's kind of weird.
I miss LO people.
I want to come back.
I watched Hercules on TV. It's one of my favorite (disney) movies.
current mood:  lonely
current music: i woke up in a car-soco
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| Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
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9:30 pm
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| Monday, March 14th, 2005
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4:44 am - Haha, late night rambling story. I wonder if anyone will get it.
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Vereinigte dove into the water. He swam and the cold bit at his skin as he greatly enjoyed his liberation from the shore. In this way Vereinigte could be free from the ground and its tax of gravity that caused his whole body to scream in all but unified protest. In the water he was weightless and could choose to do as he pleased. Here he had no outside law governing him. He was able for the first time to govern himself. He decided that he would have his Mind work in conjunction with his heart as well as the rest of the body, making up three equal parts.
His Mind, soul, and body easily swam in conjunction as they pleased. After a few minutes of awkward strokes (he was still getting used to the water) a coral reef came upon him. Gravity again attempted to force itself upon him and ruin him in subjugation. Luckily, Vereinigte was able to swim quickly away before gravity again took control. After this point the land realized it would never reclaim what it had lost and so gave up in its attempt to recapture him.
While swimming shortly afterwards Vereinigte decided to do something about a problem that he’d had since he first dove into the water. There were large amounts of seaweed all around him that were constantly annoying him greatly though they caused no harm and did nothing to impede his swimming freely. In spite of the harmlessness of the seaweed, Vereinigte collected all of it up that was in his area to swim and threw it into the smallest area he could find. The seaweed, confined greatly in its close quarters, died off quite quickly until there were only a few green threads left—green reminders of a plant that was once a great and wonderful form of life.
Vereinigte soon started taking all that he could from the surrounding water. He would catch fish and shellfish with adept skill and eat them, in doing so growing bigger, stronger and fatter. Vereinigte often enjoyed pitting one arm against the other, seeing which could catch the most things to eat. He would then only allow the arm that caught the most to receive nutrients from what it caught. This caused one side to oftentimes grow too large. The Mind then forced the larger side to share with the smaller and all was equalized. The Mind started making rules for these collections from the water and, as long as they agreed with his heart, they became like a law for Vereinigte, governing the manner in which he raped the water around him.
Conflict soon developed within Vereinigte’s body. From the waist down refused to work in conjunction with the Mind. The lower half of the body cramped up and refused to kick, almost causing Vereinigte to drown. However he recovered after the brain forced the arms to work out the cramps in the legs, once again subjugating them.
Not long afterwards Vereinigte saw from a distance that the land was on fire. It was attempting to do battle with the licking flames that scorched it dry. Everything was being destroyed and nothing was being accomplished. In spite of this, Vereinigte decided that it was worth his time to get involved. He swam to the shore and proceeded to splash water upon the fire, causing it to be put out. Although he was burned a little it was not a crippling injury and he soon recovered not long after praising himself over the useless victory achieved with the land.
At this point, Vereinigte ran into a problem. During the fight against the fire he had worn himself out completely and, as a result, his arms and legs stopped working properly. They wouldn’t function as the Mind told them to and so Vereinigte began to flail. Right before drowning Vereinigte saw that the fire had rekindled on the land. At this time the Mind took control and forced the body to work so that Vereinigte might eat and help fight the fire.
Vereinigte was soon well-fed though the body felt slightly used. He then proceeded to help fight the fire. The fire was larger now and Vereinigte proceeded up onto the land and was able to bear the feel of gravity so that he might help the land survive. Though Vereinigte was badly burned he was able to put out the fire with the help of some others whom had joined in the cause. The land, however, was scarred forever and would never be the same again.
Vereinigte met a hulking man while fighting the fire. They were the two largest contributors to the effort and Vereinigte hoped that they could be friends. The man introduced himself as Karl and Vereinigte was surprised when he proceeded to jumped right into the water with him. Vereinigte noticed how Karl swam. He was able to use every body part equally and smoothly to achieve a slower, but much smoother rate of swimming. Vereinigte feared this man for the same reason that he had feared the seaweed: strangeness. Karl was different and so he must be an enemy. Karl soon noticed Vereinigte’s hostility and the two stood staring at each other, treading water. They remained there for the longest time, all the while making weapons with which they felt they could kill the other if it was necessary.
Karl’s body stopped functioning properly after a large span of time and he started to drown. Vereinigte saved him on the condition that he swam in the same way he did, if it worked for him or not. Karl agreed.
At this point the body of Vereinigte had grown horribly disproportionate. Vereinigte began getting fat, and yet, he no longer ate healthy foods. He ate foods that caused him to get fat and yet did nothing for his muscles. There were younger, more limber people in the water around him, and while they swam free Vereinigte felt that he owned them, though they laughed in his face. Vereinige's muscles started to shrivel and die while the fat grew and grew. The Mind permitted this for it allowed him to be comfortable. The fat will keep him afloat but will not allow him to move. His muscles will shrivel and die and he will soon wash upon another piece of land, broken and bleeding and not a single person cared.
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| Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
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12:16 am - I'm sorry for raping your friends' page. A Story (i.e. time waster):
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Erik had once idealized all things that he wanted to become. These things, at one point so pertinent and essential to happiness, are forgotten in every person’s life. All things once foremost in their mind, be they dollar signs, political ideals, or members of the opposite sex, are cast aside as superfluous ends obtained by frivolous and unimportant means when faced with the absence of what is essential.
Water. The human body contains more water than anything else. Without water a human being will die in approximately three days. Water, in some form or another is needed for every function that the body partakes in. Erik, unfortunately had none of this simple molecule that was the quintessential ingredient to his beating heart, ruminating brain, and working muscles.
Feet rise and feet fall, searching for this elusive item of commonplace. These feet displace the sand, sand that was made by water, crashing water, waves upon waves crushing the rocks into sand. The sand becomes a memory. A memory for Erik, he sees the past oceans, the fish, the seaweed, the water, wet, water, translucent, spraying across his face. The cabin upon the cliffs, overlooking the ocean that stretched as if it could touch the sky, which it did, too far away to see. Erik was with Rebecca. He had met her in the town, a loose girl with whom he planned to release his pent up sexual desires. Erik feared she might be a prostitute, however he did not care, for he did not have much time to live on this earth. Flirting with Rebecca, he dared her to jump the cliff and enjoyed her shocked exclamation as he himself feigned a dive off the stoic pillar of rock. A rock that did not care either way if this man impressed the girl, or fell screaming to a death in which his frail human bones were broken. For the rock was losing itself to the slow beating of the waves. Yet to the rock this did not seem long, the rock was the earth, and the earth was old. Sand was formed, sand that would one day make a desert. Sand.
Erik spat the sand out of his mouth as he slowly picked himself up from the mattress of crystalline specks—a task he found nigh impossible taking into account the lack of saliva he possessed within him. Comfort would be sacrificed, the cliff had little comfort—it made the sand. He ground his teeth together and felt the pygmy pebbles wear away the enamel coating of his jaws—the sand’s sardonic revenge upon the living thing that was in close relations with the very liquid that had destroyed it, the ingredient that Erik was seeking to find.
Tools were strapped to a belt that was fastened around Erik’s waist. From this belt he drew his knife of iron. It was cold and hard; unbreakable. Yet Erik noticed a small bit of rust at the end. This he quickly scraped off. His knife would not make water, nothing could make water, just as the sand could never become a cliff again. Erik drew the knife across his forearm. For a moment the skin stood inactive with its intruding gash. The shocked skin then let forth the red water of life. One drop fell to the ground and crashed upon the sand below, reminding them of days long ago. Erik did not let the rest of the blood escape as he had with the first drop. He quickly covered his incision with his parched mouth and felt the warm liquid glide down his throat. Sloshing it around the interior of his mouth he gleefully banished the feeling of cotton that was ever-present.
The blood soon ran out, for Erik had not punctured one of the large blue rivers that ran along his arm. He raised his head in disappointment when the last trickle stopped and he saw the livid white gash that had been unable to clot and so now remained an unfilled canyon of pain. The sand laughed, it did not feel pain, only loss.
Erik’s feet traveled on, searching for the only thing that was ever on his mind, his muscles using it up all the while. But, as everyone knows, you have to spend money to make money. Unable to concentrate, Erik stumbled and fell when he failed to recognize a down-slope in one of the dunes. This brought him crashing upon the sand in an uncontrolled roll, unable the small fragments apart. His fall left him crucified on a cactus. After several attempts he was able to extricate himself and fall upon the sand. The pinpricks caused by the needles yielded the blood that Erik had earlier enjoyed so much. The sand sucked gleefully at this element of life that they had never in their life as sand possessed until not a drop was left. Erik’s cut was now filled with sand, grating every time he moved. The sand reveled in its new position, ground into the soft flesh. It marveled at how the water had broken them, destroyed them while this soft man was seeking the very same destructor. Yet it was no great concern of the sand’s, so it laughed, and told jokes of the kind that rocks like to tell.
Erik was sick in bed. He was happy to be missing school and yet was angry that his mom had stayed home to take care of him (he enjoyed solitude). His mother was forcing water upon him, stressing the importance of “liquids”. Erik learned this: you need liquids when sick. Erik looked out the window and counted the rocks, big and small.
Erik’s wound was festering; he felt flushed and recognized the feeling of sickness. Liquids. Looking down at his wound showed him a sight of swelled purple and green, green of lakes. When you are sick you need liquids.
“I can’t mom, we’re out, you have to go to the store,” Erik exclaimed.
“How many times have I told you that I can’t go to the store? Do you not remember the rockslide that fell on the road?” replied his mother.
“You do not love me,” Erik interjected and walked solemnly to his room, his mother crying behind him. Upon the road the rocks laughed.
Erik’s legs had stopped working; there was no feeling in them. He tried to pull himself along with his arms, yet he was too weak to move. Every grain of sand reached out its tiny arms of friction and held onto anything it could. Erik could not move.
Erik was tired. He started dozing until he felt a dull sense of pain in his legs. He turned around to see a vulture pecking at his exposed Achilles tendon. The vulture’s beak was coated with a conglomerate of blood and sand—two habitants of different worlds meeting each other in peaceful seclusion.
Erik looked into the eyes of the vulture and asked it for water. The vulture curtly refused and Erik spoke no more on the issue.
Erik was on strike. The wages were not fair; he had worked at the factory for ten years, there was no way they could still keep him at that substandard wage. Erik stopped working, so did others, they brought in new workers, workers who accepted the money that Erik now considered a drought.
Erik’s neck gave way, it refused to work for any more time. Erik prayed for new workers, yet the neck only had one team. It would not work unless it was paid. His head rushed toward the sand as his eyes closed. The sand screamed as the lifeless head sent thousands of particles in every direction.
Erik died to the sound of laughter. The sand never lived at all.
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| Sunday, March 6th, 2005
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7:49 pm
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i'm going to start using this journal now because i really no longer care what most people write.
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| Sunday, February 6th, 2005
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Quite a few of my friends have been going through problems recently. I always try to help them and it is actually a bit ironic because of how many problems I have myself. I see others doing the exact same thing. I think that this is because a variety of reasons. The first being people are just trying to solve problems that they can solve (i.e. their friends') because they don't feel that they can solve their own. Another reason is that they are pretty much doing it for themselves. They fix other problems so that they can feel validated, as if they had accomplished something. Solving someone's problem gives you power over them.
Power is an interesting thing to look at. It seems like every social interaction I have ever seen has essentially been a struggle for power. Any attempt to prove intelligence (which i can see in any kind of debating or discussion) is simply an attempt for more power of the friend. I'm amused at how many people simply eat everything up that Dr. Hoppes has ever said. No one will argue with her and i feel that it's an unhealthy situation for most students to be in. I don't think that very many students are ready for the kind of power that she has over others' minds. I'm amazed at how the AP in front of the class makes it so it's automatically better, more valuable, and essentially makes everything said in the class more valuable. I just think that AP US is a very unhealthy class for students' minds.
Why is there so much contempt for America in the world? We are a fat country--the life is easy for everyone. How can you complain about a country that can give you excess of almost anything that you want? I think what most people should be complaining about are the people. I think that Europeans are viewed altogether too highly. It's not like they're different people. They've just been brought up in a different environment, one that most pseudo-anarchists seem to love. They, however, are just people. If they grew up in America they would have been Americans. So I think that America, as a country is attacked way more than is warranted. Perhaps it's just that people feel guilty for having so much. But the thing is, you can choose to have a lot, or you can't. So if you feel guilty, then do something about it, don't attack the country that allows you to feel guilty.
I'm amazed at how much of a negative connotation stereotypes have revieved. It is completely natural, and in my opinion, right to have stereotypes. Where fault lies is specifically applying the stereotype to an individual. For example, there's a difference between knowing that more black people steal and then running for your life every time you see a black man. Stereotypes allow us to take in the world.
I am wondering how a society would function if youths were not allowed to view the opposite sex until the age of 18. This would allow for most people to develop with much less emotional damage in the most fragile part of a human's life. This, of course, could lead to a rise in homosexuality, however i don't know if this would be a bad thing. The homosexuality would probably be mostly phased out when the opposite sex was introduced. The opposite sex would not interfere with schooling, social life, happiness and a multitude of other things. When i think about this it truly seems ideal.
Why is public mortification never used as a punishment? It seems like suspension and expulsion are the worst punishments i've ever heard of. All they cause is more punishment from your parents. It seems like if you somehow publicly embarassed someone for punishment it would be much more effective. There's a reason why most people that get suspended have been suspended in the past. Because it DOESN'T WORK. I know that most people who reform after a suspension don't reform because of the suspension but rather because they don't like what they seem in themselves.
I was in taco bell the other day and somebody told me "why do you like the greasy food here?" Taco bell is not greasy in the slightest. Most of it is actually pretty healthy.
There is so much sexual frustration going on these days in school. There are so many people that are attracted to others and yet are unable to pursue that because of the object-love's dislike or unattraction. It is quite a helpless feeling. These people start falling in love more with the idea of the person and the unattainableness of it rather than the actual person themelves. It is natural for a human being to, on being denied something, try all the more harder for it whithout cause. For examle, suppose you didn't really want a soda but you were bored and asked your friend for one anyway. If your friend says no you're going to demand the soda because you hate the idea of being denied, not because you want the soda so much.
Sex seems so unnatural.
I fear for a lot of people that are in my life. I'm afraid of so many things happening. Everything is tied together with little strings and it seems like if one string gets cut then everything will gradually break down.
There has been discussion of altruism that i've seen recently. And i'm wondering why this matters. If someone does something nice for someone does it really matter if they're doing it for themselves? Does it matter if they benefit from it? The motive for philanthropy is really not important. I hate it when people bad-mouth people like bill gates when he gives to charity. They always say "yea, well, it doesn't matter, he could have given a lot more." Does that matter? He earned the money himself and i don't see how you can get mad at him for not giving more. Most people are just jealous that they don't have the same ammount of money as him.
Everyone always talks about your mind fooling you into things. This i really don't understand. What are you besides your mind? So if you did "fool yourself into thinking something" would you just be thinking it? It's just a change of your perception. There aren't multiple factions of your mind that can food eachother. It's just a practiced way of thinking that eventually results in a different outlook on life. I believe, however, that there is possibly a difference between your perception and your mind. Because your mind can defeat your perception (this i dont' really feel like going into).
I am getting fed up with all these people who enjoy saying that there is no reality. There is a reality, sure, everyone has perception, but what are those perception of if not reality? The truth is that the world does exist without perception because the world would still be there if no one was there to see it. It would continue existing. No one can completely view reality all the time but it is possible to keep in touch with it. People have sunk way too deep into the entire "what is real" concept, i find it rather sickening and pointless. Everything is real.
Do i really care very much about the people in the tsunami-affected areas? The truth is no, but i want to help because everyone around me helps. It seems like people contribute more to the idea of charity than to the actual cause itself. This seems to happen a lot--people orientating themselves more towards the broad idea rather than the application of it in life. It happens a lot with intelligence.
"We're all afraid frodo, but to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have...can you not see? It's madness"
I am so fed up with the history classes that we have. The reason why people hate america is because it's all we ever hear about, we study so many bad things about america that it's a wonder we haven't destroyed ourselves. I mean, we spend about less than a year studying other countries, usually some of their finest points. However we spend a number of years studying america--one country--and about how much of a crappy place it is because of what they've (we've if your'e going for the guilt-trip) done in the past.
current mood: calm
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I'm guessing some people want to know who I am, or they don't.
I might tell later, right now i just feel like writing my thoughts without telling anyone who i am.
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