The Real World: Blogosphere

Of course Whitney is the only one who's posted since I last checked. Of course the Story Book Halloween is over now. Of course it's Sunday, therefore Homeworkday.

I really don't want to do this paper. I really, really don't.

heh. Very interesting. Simple, one-question quiz, but actually pretty accurate.

Your Brain's Pattern

You have a tempered, reasonable way of thinking. You tend to take every new idea in, and meld it with your world view. For you, everything is always changing. Each moment is different. Your thinking process tends to be very natural - with no beginnings or endings.

I have discovered a new band. Except I've had their CD for a year and a half. And discovered them twice before. But that's beside the point.

My music cycle, I must say, is pretty much normal. I find a band, then go on a big kick with them, listening to the cd a couple times a week, then find a new band and forget about all my old cds. For the most part.

And then there's Brand New. I bought it, listened to it, and found it too emo. Then I found it a few months later, and I was actually on an emo kick at that point. So, it was rediscovered. It stuck around for a while... then gradually sunk down on my playlist. Then tonight, I was looking around for songs to listen to, and I saw Brand New. I forgot how damn good they are. Good lyrics, too.

So yeah. Brand New - Deja Entendu. Buy it. Favorite songs are Sic Transit Gloria, The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot, and The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows. I know, long titles. That's what they do.

Beannachd Leibh

are the comments all longer than the actual post.

Heh.

I could type all sorts of things here. But I'm not going to. I'm tired of writing. I've done enough of it today. Speaking of which, I think I'll just copy/paste the thing I wrote first mod into here.

I am writing from the East HS TV Studio Classroom, out of intense boredom of the sort that can only be achieved through utter academic coma and the complete absence of any duties, responsible or otherwise, to occupy my time.

Let me explain this coma of mine. I stayed up until midnight last night writing my Theater Arts Learning Package paper, on The Importance of Being Earnest. Although my physical being was not over-affected, mainly because fall break is quickly approaching and this week consists of three days, my academic ability is suffering today. I was working hard last night, more or less to exhaustion, and that mental exhaustion has lasted through the night to school today. Luckily for me, school in itself is fundamentally unchallenging, or otherwise I might have a more serious problem.

As for the moment, I find myself quite incapable of study, on the grounds that my brain might be reduced into a fleshy glob of twitching Jell-O. I have no menial Olympian Flame tasks to occupy me; I am off this week, which would be welcomed under better circumstances. I have no homework that I must get done today, the book I am (was) writing has been placed on an indefinite hiatus, and the thing that is my normal sanctuary, the blogosphere, is conveniently blocked into oblivion by the school computers’ security system.

So, I had to start something new. Behold: A journal of my life and times at Columbus East High School. I may publish it; I may not. That’s for the later Me to decide. For now, I need something to do.

I am well into my second year here, 10th grade. It took some getting used to, but I feel very comfortable in my sophomoreishness now. I have, of course, discovered the inevitable: Freshman are a curse upon this world. There are no better terms for this. They come every year, and invariably invade every nook and cranny accessible, nearly as bad as the middle-schoolers they have just left, standing around in the hallways when the upperclassmen actually have classes to get to and records to uphold. As a Freshman, I didn’t understand the commons and library rules: Commons, no freshmen allowed. Library, no freshmen allowed first semester.

I get it now.

I may have to start hanging out at the commons. For now, the library is satisfactory, but in another nine weeks, that will be gone too. Damn the Freshman. Damn them all.

To think I was one just last year. Shudder.

I could, of course, document the numerous worthwhile conversations that I observe or am a part of on a daily basis, but, as a sophomore, these are losing their novelty. I think I will forgo this.

The clock is torturously slow. I have written all this in approximately 15 minutes. If I were writing a Learning Package Paper, this would’ve taken hours. The non-speed at which the day is moving is frightening. Add this to my aforementioned academic coma and you will understand my dilemma. I have run out of things to write, however I hate the idea of quitting now and enduring another 15 minutes of emptiness. Oh, well. I suppose there is always proofreading.

Gag.

Hehe. I made a funny.

Now go. Scatter. Chatter amongst yourselves. I'm through with ye.

At least for a couple hours.

I had a nice alliteration thing going with the title, but I completely forgot the second word. So it was replaced with "random."

Ok, just to let you all know, I am a recovering Harry Potter addict. Some of you know this. Others do not. The fact remains. For the sake of my dignity, I was an addict in mind only. No posters, merchandise, what-not. And, *cough*, no sexual fantasies about *any* of the characters. Now, being recovering and all, I saw the trailer for HP4 the first time today. And I'm sorry, but Brendan Gleeson is NOT Alastor Moody. In my head, he is gaunt, less dented and more scarred, and.... less old, fat, balding. More scary, mysterious.

Grr.

...

Grrrrrr.

Now I must go back to my Theater Arts Learning Package Paper. Damned thing.

First, I just thought I'd share.

This is so darn funny.

Another small ichinensei girl gets the ball. But it's no longer the
*stepstepstep* *pitiful toss* "Oooh! Sorry!" *stepstepstep* in once was. No. She
ran forward and chucked that Dodgeball like Moses hurling the Ten Commandments
off the mountain. Complete with a Zena Warrior Princess war-cry that could bring
any man to his knees. Suddenly, the cutesy ichinensei girls dodgeball game had
become *run* "AI-YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA!" *dodgeball chuck with all the
Unleashed Furies of Hell behind it*.

Second, the reason I'm the one picking topics is because no-one else is, basically. If someone else wants to, that's fine with me. Coming up with topics is hard work anyway. :P

Anyway... I really don't want to talk about the talking point. So I won't. think, think, think. Nope, nothing else. Sad post, really.

Here at the Patrick household, our occupants are segregated. Dogs and people in most of the house, Cats get the back den and the basement. Our pets have become accustomed to this arrangement, so any venture beyond this territory is a great adventure, specifically for the cats. The dogs travel through Catland to go outside to the Great Beyond, but the Cats have no such routine.

Occasionally, we let the Cats out of Catland, to come out with us and explore RestOfEverywhereLand. Unfortunately, Mr. Kay and Mr. Nine don't quite understand this procedure. In Mr. Nine's mind, any crossage into RestOfEverywhereLand is trespassing and must be dealt with accordingly. Therefore, every time a Cat comes within 5 feet of the open door, Mr. Nine lurches up from his default laying-down position, and in an amazing feat of physics, accelerates to approximately 200 miles per hour in the allotted 15 feet of the length of the room, and sets course for the offending Cat. Cat, of course, races back in the direction from whence he came, knowing that if he should try to make it through the last five feet, he will be stalked by Mr. Nine, through the house, repetitively, at 387 MPH, for the rest of his life.

So, we don't really know the Cats very well.

I am DONE!!!

No more driver's ED for Patrick. Completed the final drive just now... Only messed up twice... One, accidentally crossed the center line at the end of a left turn onto 25th street, and got a little carried away on national road (40 in a 35).

So, final grade: B in driving, A in classroom. I am eligible for the test at AA... so no BMV crap for me. Very cool.

Now... my topic.

Changes. I have changed a lot in the past year. I am now fully adjusted to school / highschool life... A little more secure in my identity. A little, mind. I think I have matured a lot in general...

You know what? I don't feel like talking.

Chatter amongst yourselves.

Beannachd Leibh

that's right, Kaisha did! A miserable miserable day.

Do you want to know why? I know you do!

All because of that evil little subject called Algebra II and a miserable little lady named Mrs. Farless.

Enough about that.

I was going to write more, but my mother is yelling at me to get off of the computer, so I guess I will.

Plus, i need to do my history homework.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Just finished driver's ed (last D.E. related thing ever today for an hour... final driving evaluation whatsit), got a nice long 2-week break in rehearsals for Midsummer Night's Dream... and suddenly, 2 papers to write. These are substantial papers, too, by sophomore standards. One of them should end up about 6 pages, the other about 3. Damn English and Theater Arts.

New feature! Seriosity ratings. Think seriousness. When I come up with conversation topics, I'll place a numerical rating (1-5) of seriousness next to it, from 5 (run and hide) to 1 (genitals or equivalent).

Conversation topics. Hmmm.

4 Change. What are some good examples of changes in your life or others, last year to this year, or maybe week-to-week.

2 School subjects. We all have preferences.

I'll sit by and let someone else start it, then pipe in myself.

Beannachd Leibh

'other people suck' is under the links section because other people suck, and therefore we don't link to them.

Actually, it's just there because I couldn't be bothered to come up with any links.

Woo. World's most confusing post. I like it.

I too enjoy diagnosing myself.

I have diagnosed myself with ocd and bipolar. No ADD for me, though.

We have the most awesome songs in Choir for the holiday concert. We get TWO slow, just short of depressing songs, and plus like half of the medly is slow. That makes up for last concert quite well. I am happy.

Anyway, I suppose I ought to be done for tonight, because I need to work on some homework. And I need to close my window... It's been open for 4 hours. And it's really getting cold out.

But anyway.

Beannachd Leibh.

EDIT: while I'm talking technical, Peek-a-boo comments are now installed. This makes me glad.

Yadalanh.

hey kids,

It is I, Kaisha and I have joined this lovely blog ring that Patrick pushed down my throat.

No, that's not really true, I join entirely willingly.

So, I guess I should talk a little about myself.

Hum, I'm 15 years old, female and attend Columbus East High School. I'm a huge band geek, and that's all I really talk about.

( okay that's not really that true either. I DO talk about other things besides band)

I'm a little bit of a truth stretcher, I'll admit that. And I enjoy diagnosing myself with random mental disorders. So far, I have decided that I have Obsessive Compulive disorder, ADD and manic depression.

So, yeah, that's me.

I certainly hope my time in the blogospere is semi enjoyable.

First of all, Welcome Sam. And Second, maybe welcome Kaisha if you've joined by the time my post is done.

Anyway, Religion. Emily, that was just about the most multi-denominational, impossible-to-disagree-with description anyone has ever come up with. Kudos for the record-breaker. :P

Now, for me. I guess I have to post, since I came up with the topic, eh?

Hmm. Religion. I do agree that something has got to be out there. But, as far as what, I think it could be just about anything. In general, I jive (not my word, stole it from the photo-processor at Walgreens) best with the 'fingers of a hand' theory. I am an extension of a big soul/essence up in skyland. Not that we are all one, because I don't think so... but I really resonate with the idea that the 'it' who created me is actually me. Maybe it's just my human arrogance leaking through, but that's what I think.

About praying. I do pray sometimes, and I generally use the word 'God,' because, for me, the word works well to include whoever, whatever, and everything that may be listening. I know that somebody is, because after all, if I am a finger, then the palm is actively attatched to me and can't very well cast me off. And, I do think praying is a comfort. But, I think of it as more of a way to acknowledge what you really want and allow yourself to create it than anything.

Oi vey. Lots of words. More than I intended.

So, anyway, I suppose I'd be classified as Agnostic. I don't actively believe in God, exactly, but I don't think that Earth is all there is to it, and I don't actively disagree with those who do believe in God. I just have my own way of looking at it.

A final thought: A quote from a book by someone named Richard Bach:

No Heavens, no Hells, just these endless worlds you create until you think you've got it right.

And I leave you. Beannachd Leibh.

So I suppose we ought to make at least one worthwhile post before the night is up. So, in the absence of anything within or without to make commentary from, I will post a poem.

There once was a fly and an axe on a log.
Said the fly: "Good sir, my rear end is quite clogged."
Said the axe to the fly: "You look like a dog."
Said the fly to the axe: "Good sir, you must be mistaken!
There is a wrong turn that you must have taken!"
Said the axe: "But madam, you have hair all over!
If I didn't know better, I'd call you range rover!"
"Range Rover?! You said I look like a dog!"
"Now that I think about it, you look like a frog."
"I do believe that I'll just fly away."
"It was nice meeting you madam, and have a nice day."

And there you go. Instant worthwhile.

Actually, I suppose I should do a brief self-description.

I'm Patrick. I'm insecure. I too think too much.

And on the topic of coming up with something to talk about...

Religion. Is it necessary? Forget the good of the world, this is about you. There, you have your topic. Elaborate, Explain, and Explore.

Or you could go with each other's genitals. Either way works.

Anyway, I'm off to ritters. I'd expect that this won't be my last post tonight, though, so fear not.

The first first post sucked.

So, now that the layout is settled, I declare this the second first post.

So, welcome, stranger, to The Real World: Blogosphere, a figment of my imagination. Whitney helped.

See what happens when they start being polite, and start blogging.

Now someone really needs to come up with something to talk about.

Who, me? No, of course not. I'm the admin. I'll leave such menial tasks up to my minions.

Please don't kill me.

Woot! First post.

May be deleted. Just trying to get the page to show up. Still under construction. Be patient.