It's not the first time I've realized it, and it won't be the last. After spending all four years of my highskool at Graham, I've grown attached to it in a way I've never grow attached to anything before. The thought of leaving makes me instantly depressed, remembering all those who I've made friends with over the years and having to leave them.
I mean, sure, the college I'm going to is only 2 hours away from columbus, but with gas prices these days..... I'd need a hybrid. Plus the thoughs of many sleepless nights, physics, more math classes (in which I'm horrible at) sharing a dorm with someone I don't know who I might come to hate with all my being, etc etc. But that's life for you. Yay.
So.... Graduation, Prom, Cedar Point, Vacation, Canada, the end of my school year is to be busy. And not in the order, mind you. Tomorrow I have to present to the seniors [shudder], So I should probably get hyper on some AMP. I mean, I'm drinking some Cherry AMP right now and it's not really doing anything. I'm sleepy, I've got a headache, and I really want to sleep. Sleep rhymes with sheep, and sheep are fluffy! My Tails doll is fluffy! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Yea... It's kicked in.
Well, I should go so I can finish working on my presentation! JA NE
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Rainbows, Glowsticks, and Music, OH MY!
I actually was writing this a while ago as a mock post to let you know about some aspects of my life. Think of it as a public diary entry... or something...
So as the title says, this is about rainbows, glowsticks, and music. Think like a rave type thing. You have tons of glowsticks, loud music, and rainbows.
Rainbows in themselves are awesome. So colorful and equal, each color complementing the one next to it and blending into one. The fading mist of a rainbow after a rain is like peace, beautiful yet fleeting.
Glowsticks are like neon spirits dancing, light seeping from them and trailing behind as the neon dances wildly to unheard music. Some casts an eerie light as it dances, a fleeting color so dark yet vivid that you arn't sure if it's real. Others burn a brilliant streak of color into your eyes as you watch it dance as if hypnotized.
Then the music flows in, lifting you up and freeing your soul, your body rocking and flowing as if possessed by some friendly spirit. You dance a dance of old, arms raised as in some sort of praise to some unknown deity or to rise something from the Earth. Of your own you move, seemingly forever lost in thumping bliss.
Why do I type this? It's like a childhood, memory fading yet so clear at the same time. We all need to remember our childhood, no matter how bad it might have been. Memories fade over time, like the way sharpie fades on clothes after multiple washes, or like the colors of a tattoo on your arm, color fading with age. It's good to revisit memories, what once was, but to also live in the present. Live for now, when the dance is still going and that rainbow is still there. Don't live for when that music stopped or those neon sticks dimmed and faded out of sight. Don't dwell on thoughts of peace when that rainbow has faded and a war is upon you, and don't swing to a beat that stopped years before. Live for the moment, heedless of the future, take pleasure in what you like, and toss aside the past like a broken CD.
And when you can no longer live for the moment, remember the times that were good, when the neon still glowed and the music still beat, not when everything stopped being and had been.
Live for the good times, not for the bad. Remember the past but don't dwell on it. Live for the future, but live for the moment as well.
What a bliss is to be had.
So as the title says, this is about rainbows, glowsticks, and music. Think like a rave type thing. You have tons of glowsticks, loud music, and rainbows.
Rainbows in themselves are awesome. So colorful and equal, each color complementing the one next to it and blending into one. The fading mist of a rainbow after a rain is like peace, beautiful yet fleeting.
Glowsticks are like neon spirits dancing, light seeping from them and trailing behind as the neon dances wildly to unheard music. Some casts an eerie light as it dances, a fleeting color so dark yet vivid that you arn't sure if it's real. Others burn a brilliant streak of color into your eyes as you watch it dance as if hypnotized.
Then the music flows in, lifting you up and freeing your soul, your body rocking and flowing as if possessed by some friendly spirit. You dance a dance of old, arms raised as in some sort of praise to some unknown deity or to rise something from the Earth. Of your own you move, seemingly forever lost in thumping bliss.
Why do I type this? It's like a childhood, memory fading yet so clear at the same time. We all need to remember our childhood, no matter how bad it might have been. Memories fade over time, like the way sharpie fades on clothes after multiple washes, or like the colors of a tattoo on your arm, color fading with age. It's good to revisit memories, what once was, but to also live in the present. Live for now, when the dance is still going and that rainbow is still there. Don't live for when that music stopped or those neon sticks dimmed and faded out of sight. Don't dwell on thoughts of peace when that rainbow has faded and a war is upon you, and don't swing to a beat that stopped years before. Live for the moment, heedless of the future, take pleasure in what you like, and toss aside the past like a broken CD.
And when you can no longer live for the moment, remember the times that were good, when the neon still glowed and the music still beat, not when everything stopped being and had been.
Live for the good times, not for the bad. Remember the past but don't dwell on it. Live for the future, but live for the moment as well.
What a bliss is to be had.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Penny Arcade
So today was Site Fair. Woooooooooooooooooo! I helped out. Yay. Now I'm blogging. Wheeeeee. Bored.
Anyways, the title of this post refers to a Comic Website of comics that make and poke fun at videogame.... and everything else in the know universe. It's awesome, worth a few moment of your time, and it makes litttle to no sense.
www.penny-arcade.com
Awesome.
So why am I here? Pat is setting it up at ISI for me to be able to work in the Factory with the 'printing press' and the screenprinter. I haven't had word on that progress, so here I sit typing this. And prinitng out things I think will be useful for my senior thing. I'm so out of it, I have no idea what I'm talking about. Sorry. All I know is that I need to gather things fast, and I need to work hard to graduate with a nice grade. Yummy.
In a world filled with uncertainty, it's hard to find out truth and lie in the crowd, all we see are half-truths and vauge words. Something can mean something other than you thing, and lies are easily covered up with more lies. Soon lying comes natural to you and all you know to do is lie. However, in the trade of lying, a good story is needed to be produced, making liers perhaps some of the best storytellers. Also in this trade there is guilt, buring yourself deeper and deeper in your lies that no amount of truth could dig you out. You feel yourself getting suffocated with the lies, the guilt making you paranoid that someone might see through your veil of lies.
Whats this to do with my Walkabout? Everything and nothing. So small the veil on someone and it's impossible to see. Perhaps there are deceit and lies within these walls.
Anyways, the title of this post refers to a Comic Website of comics that make and poke fun at videogame.... and everything else in the know universe. It's awesome, worth a few moment of your time, and it makes litttle to no sense.
www.penny-arcade.com
Awesome.
So why am I here? Pat is setting it up at ISI for me to be able to work in the Factory with the 'printing press' and the screenprinter. I haven't had word on that progress, so here I sit typing this. And prinitng out things I think will be useful for my senior thing. I'm so out of it, I have no idea what I'm talking about. Sorry. All I know is that I need to gather things fast, and I need to work hard to graduate with a nice grade. Yummy.
In a world filled with uncertainty, it's hard to find out truth and lie in the crowd, all we see are half-truths and vauge words. Something can mean something other than you thing, and lies are easily covered up with more lies. Soon lying comes natural to you and all you know to do is lie. However, in the trade of lying, a good story is needed to be produced, making liers perhaps some of the best storytellers. Also in this trade there is guilt, buring yourself deeper and deeper in your lies that no amount of truth could dig you out. You feel yourself getting suffocated with the lies, the guilt making you paranoid that someone might see through your veil of lies.
Whats this to do with my Walkabout? Everything and nothing. So small the veil on someone and it's impossible to see. Perhaps there are deceit and lies within these walls.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Cinco de Mayo Celly!
So, I wasn't at site on Friday because I was helping out for Cinco de Mayo. You knew that, I was bugging you guys for a while out of pure boredom. It went great, though. Sold 4 shirts, was in the water balloon fight, got my face painted like the facial marks of Amaterasu from Okami, then I had to go to work. D=
Serriously, I think I ate something bad, I felt horrible at work. All I do is fry some fries, fry some Onion Rings, prep the chicken, make chicken and fish sandwiches, yadda yadda yadda, etc. I don't do much, but I had a stomach ache from her to Rome and my head felt like someone was ****ing it with a sledgehammer.
I wasn't in today as well, I still feel horrible and this time I blame being tired out while eatting something bad. I went hiking yesterday for 3 hours in Old Man's Cave and Ash Cave, got back to Columbus, went to Maddie's house, then hiked all the way down to Whetstone and ran around with a kite. Tracie didn't feel so good either, so i know its not just me.
Could someone comment the dat walkabout ends to me? Please and Thanks!
Serriously, I think I ate something bad, I felt horrible at work. All I do is fry some fries, fry some Onion Rings, prep the chicken, make chicken and fish sandwiches, yadda yadda yadda, etc. I don't do much, but I had a stomach ache from her to Rome and my head felt like someone was ****ing it with a sledgehammer.
I wasn't in today as well, I still feel horrible and this time I blame being tired out while eatting something bad. I went hiking yesterday for 3 hours in Old Man's Cave and Ash Cave, got back to Columbus, went to Maddie's house, then hiked all the way down to Whetstone and ran around with a kite. Tracie didn't feel so good either, so i know its not just me.
Could someone comment the dat walkabout ends to me? Please and Thanks!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Sorry about yesterday
So I couldn't log on yesterday because of the weekly virus scan. Yea, it sucked. Anyways, on tuesday I worked for Lisa all day making badge sample sheets to be sent out. This included velcro, sticky notes, tape, stickers, badges, and other sorts of goodies. It took me all day to do it, and I didn't even get to finish. I did finish it yesterday, however, which gave me some free time at lunch to draw. Today I'm going to be organizing the storage closet upstairs, it's such a mess in there. You can't step anywhere without falling over something or other.... >.>
Tomorrow I'm not going to Walkabout, I'm staying at school to help out with the Cinco de Mayo (spelling?) celebration with Amy.
I've nought much else to say, old chap. Perhaps I can write again tomorrow.
Good day
Tomorrow I'm not going to Walkabout, I'm staying at school to help out with the Cinco de Mayo (spelling?) celebration with Amy.
I've nought much else to say, old chap. Perhaps I can write again tomorrow.
Good day
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