You know sometimes I have very good ideas that actually look like very bad ideas in person. In my mind they offer me candy, money, and a good time. But when I invite them over to reality it feels like I’m meeting a whole new idea. No longer is it cute and cuddly but a furious beast that has nothing better to do then sit on my chest and inject my blood stream with ideas less than acceptable for a fifth grade class room, hell even a 6th grade class room. Fortunately not all my ideas are like that and putting the couch in the kitchen actually worked 10x better than in my head. What am I getting at? Chinese of course.
In my Chinese class we were watching the Chinese movie “The Marriage Trap”. It’s about a swindler and a swindler and how they swindle sort of. I’m swindling you of the swindles but I will swindle away your swindling time with a swindle of the Chinese language (other words I’m going to write down some things I heard from the movie.)
Enjoy
好名字- Nice name
喂 – Hello?
谢谢- Thank you
什么意思?- What does it mean?
你呢?- And you?
我姓高- I’m surnamed Gao.
打电话- Make a phone call
这是谁呀?- Who is this?
爸爸妈妈还有哥哥. – Father, mother, and older brother.
为什么- Why?
对不起- Sorry
可是－But
你诉我 －Tell Me
你得等我－You have to wait for me.
好的工作－Good work or good job
大便－Ｓｈｉｔ！
没事－No big deal
我自己－I’m single
你找谁？－ Who are you looking for?
可是你知道的，我是骗子。－But you know I’m a swindler.
Special shouts outs tos Jamar mar........Special
~love~
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
College Power Hour
Alright everybody. This happened.....last week. It took awhile to get the pictures which is why I delayed posting this but I finally got them so it's time to share what fun I've been having. As a few of you know, I think about alot of things. When I'm troubled I have to do something in order to cope. This is how I decided to cope.
Yes that is right, I put our couch in the kitchen! It is easily one of the most beautiful and stupid thing someone can do and I did it. Of course my roommates instantly agreed (which is rather scary) and now that's where it stays. About 98% of the time I use the couch as a bed. So this means I go to sleep in the kitchen on the couch. No part of that sentence should make sense but sadly it does and it is all true.It turns out it is great for socializing and is a great conversation starter as well. I could talk more about it but I have to go for now. Maybe I will talk about it in more detail but for now a great college quote from my good friend. After trying to remember what happened last night "Why are there leaves in my pockets!?"I'll just leave you with one last pic to show you how much the moral has been boosted thanks to the couch. It has a area effect bonus of Positivity +6 Beauty +11 and Stupidity +34
Yes that is right, I put our couch in the kitchen! It is easily one of the most beautiful and stupid thing someone can do and I did it. Of course my roommates instantly agreed (which is rather scary) and now that's where it stays. About 98% of the time I use the couch as a bed. So this means I go to sleep in the kitchen on the couch. No part of that sentence should make sense but sadly it does and it is all true.It turns out it is great for socializing and is a great conversation starter as well. I could talk more about it but I have to go for now. Maybe I will talk about it in more detail but for now a great college quote from my good friend. After trying to remember what happened last night "Why are there leaves in my pockets!?"I'll just leave you with one last pic to show you how much the moral has been boosted thanks to the couch. It has a area effect bonus of Positivity +6 Beauty +11 and Stupidity +34
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Waking the Sleeping 龍
Though it would seem it is more like waking the newborn instead of waking an actual Dragon, my exciting voyage into the world of Chinese begins again! Granted I’ve dabbled a bit in the summer, my serious studies were set aside. But no longer. Class is back in full swing and it is time for me to start swinging and missing once again. So here is my attempt at five lines in Chinese.
1 - 我愛您。
2 – 我叫孔达宁。
3 – 你叫什么名字？
4 – David Letterman 是美国人。
5- 我不是老太太。
Alright that was interesting. I quickly realized that what little grammar I had has left me and I have to thank the book for helping me out with all of them except number one. So here is what I was trying to say.
1 – I Love you.
2 – I’m called Kong Daning
3 – What is your name?
4 – David Letterman is American.
5 – I’m not an old woman.
Well there you go. Now I’m supposed to talk about something relating to Chinese culture. I did read an article about text messaging in China. It was very interesting in showing how texting is having small effects on the way things are said and the way how people react with each other in China. One of the interesting things that many do in English is intentionally write or text something that is in poor grammar or just plain wrong, but still have an understandable meaning. The two that I find myself using is Orz and 13579. Orz means please. How this is derived is by the way the letters seem to make a person begging on their knees. The “O” is the head, the “r” is the arms, and the “Z” is the legs. 13579 is used when you want to express something is odd. This I find particularly interesting as it is actually longer to input than the word odd. Granted the Chinese are most likely putting in characters or pinyin, 5 characters is a bit much. Though going with the idea of odd, putting in more effort into saying odd a different way than to just say odd is in itself odd.
I wrap this blog up with saying that I’ve heard rumors that a 2nd season of the Chinese Illiteracy Super Show is currently in negotiation talks over funding and what not. It is said a deal is plan to be struck sometime in the near future. From my sources, apparently the star (I can’t give names just yet) of last season is on board and willing to make a second season come to life if possible. More info to come.
That’s it folks. I hope you enough this. I will be updating both Chinese blogs and normal blogs so keep your eyes open as well as your minds. Take care everyone and Goodmorning.
~Love~
1 - 我愛您。
2 – 我叫孔达宁。
3 – 你叫什么名字？
4 – David Letterman 是美国人。
5- 我不是老太太。
Alright that was interesting. I quickly realized that what little grammar I had has left me and I have to thank the book for helping me out with all of them except number one. So here is what I was trying to say.
1 – I Love you.
2 – I’m called Kong Daning
3 – What is your name?
4 – David Letterman is American.
5 – I’m not an old woman.
Well there you go. Now I’m supposed to talk about something relating to Chinese culture. I did read an article about text messaging in China. It was very interesting in showing how texting is having small effects on the way things are said and the way how people react with each other in China. One of the interesting things that many do in English is intentionally write or text something that is in poor grammar or just plain wrong, but still have an understandable meaning. The two that I find myself using is Orz and 13579. Orz means please. How this is derived is by the way the letters seem to make a person begging on their knees. The “O” is the head, the “r” is the arms, and the “Z” is the legs. 13579 is used when you want to express something is odd. This I find particularly interesting as it is actually longer to input than the word odd. Granted the Chinese are most likely putting in characters or pinyin, 5 characters is a bit much. Though going with the idea of odd, putting in more effort into saying odd a different way than to just say odd is in itself odd.
I wrap this blog up with saying that I’ve heard rumors that a 2nd season of the Chinese Illiteracy Super Show is currently in negotiation talks over funding and what not. It is said a deal is plan to be struck sometime in the near future. From my sources, apparently the star (I can’t give names just yet) of last season is on board and willing to make a second season come to life if possible. More info to come.
That’s it folks. I hope you enough this. I will be updating both Chinese blogs and normal blogs so keep your eyes open as well as your minds. Take care everyone and Goodmorning.
~Love~
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Shooting Meat Cleavers in the Sky
It is a nice night out tonight. It has actually been a nice night out for a few nights lately. I’m back on track when it comes to going on my walks. Yes I did have that one experience but I like it. Maybe it is because it is so cold in my apartment but the night feels right for a good long walk. But it will have to wait because it is my roommate’s birthday today and I want to celebrate a bit before I go on my walk. Euphoric Birthday to you G.
I’ve been finding myself going on walks and looking for shooting stars. I’ve been searching for shooting stars so that I may make a wish. That is the story or myth right? See a shooting star and make a wish? I know that they are not really stars and I’m not even sure if I believe in that myth. But if it is true, then I hope I can get as many as possible. It is funny because the wishes can come true whether I wish it or not. I may never even find out if they come true or not. But still I make them. I make the same wishes hoping that at least one time they will come true. I guess the wishes aren’t really for me but for someone else. I’ve been blessed with much and kind of feel that I don’t deserve to have a wish wasted on me (This is slightly reminiscent of George Carlin’s bit “Have a Nice Day”. So I make wishes for others. Though it can become selfish in the narrowness of it and though it may be just a waste of time, I feel the urge to go out and hunt for these shooting stars. I wish upon the stars that aren’t really stars for things that could already be. I spend my time lost in the sky waiting for things that try to land on the ground. Hoping to change solid burning reality into a wish. I hope tonight brings me a galaxy of stars. Goodnight everyone.
~Love~
P.S. 2 things. First, I lately have been really feeling the song “Honey Vanity” by Kozi. It may be hard to find but if you get a chance check it out. It is Japanese and a bit off main stream but I love it. And two, the word of the day is “Neoterize”
I’ve been finding myself going on walks and looking for shooting stars. I’ve been searching for shooting stars so that I may make a wish. That is the story or myth right? See a shooting star and make a wish? I know that they are not really stars and I’m not even sure if I believe in that myth. But if it is true, then I hope I can get as many as possible. It is funny because the wishes can come true whether I wish it or not. I may never even find out if they come true or not. But still I make them. I make the same wishes hoping that at least one time they will come true. I guess the wishes aren’t really for me but for someone else. I’ve been blessed with much and kind of feel that I don’t deserve to have a wish wasted on me (This is slightly reminiscent of George Carlin’s bit “Have a Nice Day”. So I make wishes for others. Though it can become selfish in the narrowness of it and though it may be just a waste of time, I feel the urge to go out and hunt for these shooting stars. I wish upon the stars that aren’t really stars for things that could already be. I spend my time lost in the sky waiting for things that try to land on the ground. Hoping to change solid burning reality into a wish. I hope tonight brings me a galaxy of stars. Goodnight everyone.
~Love~
P.S. 2 things. First, I lately have been really feeling the song “Honey Vanity” by Kozi. It may be hard to find but if you get a chance check it out. It is Japanese and a bit off main stream but I love it. And two, the word of the day is “Neoterize”
Monday, August 24, 2009
A Cougar in the Twilight Zone
It is all starting again. School that is. Many things have stayed the same or similar while many other things have changed. New Roommate. Seems pretty cool. New classes.
Anyways, I’m known for walking around campus in the early morning hours. Today was a little different. I started my walk a little after 12, which is early for me. I walk to get away from things, think, relax, think, and create. I have a lot on my mind lately so I went to try and clear it before the first day of school.
The walk was going fine when I was nearing the back end of the trip. Each time I go for my walk I try to take a different route then the previous night. I was feeling the walk so I extended it. What creeped me out and what lead me to writing this blog is what happened/didn’t happen.
Now my campus is big and beautiful. There is a road that wraps around the outskirts of the campus that I sometimes take. It is great because there are no lights out there and the stars really come out. I managed to see 4 shooting stars, one being the second biggest I’d ever seen. That person got many a wish coming their way.
As I passed a building I got worried because I knew the trip was almost over. But as I kept walking I realized I made a lapse in judgment because there was still a bit of road left to travel. The more I walked however the more I began to realize that I didn’t recognize where I was at. I kept walking longer than I was suppose to without seeing the way I was suppose to take. I finally reached a sign that was an entrance to my school but the wrong one.
I was confused because the entrance I was looking at was far away from where I thought I was. I passed it and kept going thinking I had just forgotten about it and was mistaken. But I kept going and I could not remember the road at all. I was about to turn back but I kept going. A little further to make sure. I was getting a bit nervous as it seemed like I was walking further and further from campus. After quite a few minutes I ran across a place I recognized. But instead of feeling better I was more confused because I was really far away from where I was planning on walking and I have no idea how I got there. I had taken my intended route a few times and there are no turns to take. I followed the road like I always do, no turns, but yet I had ended up in a completely different area.
I went off the road down the bike path. This was really off putting because the surroundings were not looking like they should have and it was rather dark. I entered a heavily wooded area and passed over a bridge the assured me I was where I thought I was. But now even the light from the stars was very dim due to the heavy tree coverage. I was on a rough twisting path that I could barely see. The difference between the path and off the path were very hard to make out. Even though it has been awhile since I took this path last, I kept getting the feeling that I was headed the wrong way. I would have been all too easy to get lost or hurt there and be stuck. Some parts have holes, ditches, and other unseen dangerous.
I don’t know why put I pushed on grabbing my strength physically now rather than just mentally. Though I was 95% sure where I was, I still could not help but feel the need to go back. Extremely poor visibility, potential hazards, possibility of being stranded, and the overwhelming knowledge that all of this adds up to be a bad idea could not stop me though. I pushed forward wrapping myself around what I felt and trusting my sight and feelings.
After the long winding path a I saw a light in the far distance showing the way back. Though like before, I still could shake the feeling of wonderment of not recognizing a lot of what I saw. But I made it. I pushed on when logic and quite a few senses to turn back. Though I wouldn’t call it scared, I was much more uneasy than I would have liked to be. For the life of me I cannot think of how I got where I was. I know I could have just forgotten my way around since its been awhile, I could have missed something since it was dark, or just taken a road I didn’t think I took, all I know is that I should not have gone that way. But after all the feelings of worry and desire to go back I didn’t. I pushed forward, literally into the darkness and partially unknown. Does this make me brave? Does this accomplish anything? I don’t really think it means I was brave. I’ve learned a long it me ago not to be afraid of the dark just because it is dark. I’ve actually come to love the dark. But it wasn’t just dark it was the potential to get lost in a heavily wooded area and hurt by falling in the rough terrain. So why did I keep going? Why did I doubt myself when I was so sure I knew where I was? I might have something to do with me not quieting on things.
I don’t know why I’m writing this, though I do know it is not coming out how I want it to, but something came over me when walking that said I should write about this. I did quite a lot of thinking and questioning. I guess I’m just going to say this. If you’re on a road (more figuratively than literally) follow your feelings. No matter how many obstacles, how much doubt, how dark it is, follow your strength to show you the way. I know mine showed me the way.
Damn this blog sounds so weird…. Fine last question. Did I just enter the Twilight Zone? I think I did because I ended up somewhere way far away from the normal and I actually managed to find my way back. A big thank you I send out, my the stars watch over you. Take care everyone. Remember to think and believe.
~Love~
Anyways, I’m known for walking around campus in the early morning hours. Today was a little different. I started my walk a little after 12, which is early for me. I walk to get away from things, think, relax, think, and create. I have a lot on my mind lately so I went to try and clear it before the first day of school.
The walk was going fine when I was nearing the back end of the trip. Each time I go for my walk I try to take a different route then the previous night. I was feeling the walk so I extended it. What creeped me out and what lead me to writing this blog is what happened/didn’t happen.
Now my campus is big and beautiful. There is a road that wraps around the outskirts of the campus that I sometimes take. It is great because there are no lights out there and the stars really come out. I managed to see 4 shooting stars, one being the second biggest I’d ever seen. That person got many a wish coming their way.
As I passed a building I got worried because I knew the trip was almost over. But as I kept walking I realized I made a lapse in judgment because there was still a bit of road left to travel. The more I walked however the more I began to realize that I didn’t recognize where I was at. I kept walking longer than I was suppose to without seeing the way I was suppose to take. I finally reached a sign that was an entrance to my school but the wrong one.
I was confused because the entrance I was looking at was far away from where I thought I was. I passed it and kept going thinking I had just forgotten about it and was mistaken. But I kept going and I could not remember the road at all. I was about to turn back but I kept going. A little further to make sure. I was getting a bit nervous as it seemed like I was walking further and further from campus. After quite a few minutes I ran across a place I recognized. But instead of feeling better I was more confused because I was really far away from where I was planning on walking and I have no idea how I got there. I had taken my intended route a few times and there are no turns to take. I followed the road like I always do, no turns, but yet I had ended up in a completely different area.
I went off the road down the bike path. This was really off putting because the surroundings were not looking like they should have and it was rather dark. I entered a heavily wooded area and passed over a bridge the assured me I was where I thought I was. But now even the light from the stars was very dim due to the heavy tree coverage. I was on a rough twisting path that I could barely see. The difference between the path and off the path were very hard to make out. Even though it has been awhile since I took this path last, I kept getting the feeling that I was headed the wrong way. I would have been all too easy to get lost or hurt there and be stuck. Some parts have holes, ditches, and other unseen dangerous.
I don’t know why put I pushed on grabbing my strength physically now rather than just mentally. Though I was 95% sure where I was, I still could not help but feel the need to go back. Extremely poor visibility, potential hazards, possibility of being stranded, and the overwhelming knowledge that all of this adds up to be a bad idea could not stop me though. I pushed forward wrapping myself around what I felt and trusting my sight and feelings.
After the long winding path a I saw a light in the far distance showing the way back. Though like before, I still could shake the feeling of wonderment of not recognizing a lot of what I saw. But I made it. I pushed on when logic and quite a few senses to turn back. Though I wouldn’t call it scared, I was much more uneasy than I would have liked to be. For the life of me I cannot think of how I got where I was. I know I could have just forgotten my way around since its been awhile, I could have missed something since it was dark, or just taken a road I didn’t think I took, all I know is that I should not have gone that way. But after all the feelings of worry and desire to go back I didn’t. I pushed forward, literally into the darkness and partially unknown. Does this make me brave? Does this accomplish anything? I don’t really think it means I was brave. I’ve learned a long it me ago not to be afraid of the dark just because it is dark. I’ve actually come to love the dark. But it wasn’t just dark it was the potential to get lost in a heavily wooded area and hurt by falling in the rough terrain. So why did I keep going? Why did I doubt myself when I was so sure I knew where I was? I might have something to do with me not quieting on things.
I don’t know why I’m writing this, though I do know it is not coming out how I want it to, but something came over me when walking that said I should write about this. I did quite a lot of thinking and questioning. I guess I’m just going to say this. If you’re on a road (more figuratively than literally) follow your feelings. No matter how many obstacles, how much doubt, how dark it is, follow your strength to show you the way. I know mine showed me the way.
Damn this blog sounds so weird…. Fine last question. Did I just enter the Twilight Zone? I think I did because I ended up somewhere way far away from the normal and I actually managed to find my way back. A big thank you I send out, my the stars watch over you. Take care everyone. Remember to think and believe.
~Love~
Monday, July 27, 2009
When Meat Cleavers grow DulL
Good morning anyone. How are you doing? Me? Up, down, a bit around, and off center. It would appear that I have fallen victim to not updating for a long time. But you know that already so I will stop repeating this bit from now on… or not.
My head hurts. Well a lot of things hurt. Apparently participating in intense physical activity for an extended period of time when you are not uses to it is….tiring. I’ve been finding this out lately. It’s funny how I get blisters playing basketball and not soccer. On another physical note, I know a lot of you have been worrying about me lately in regards to my excessive weight. But I’m sitting here glad to tell you that I have conquered this pudgy problem. I have recently weighted myself and I’m back under 120 lbs! That is right. I have always ate on the tight rope, coming quite close of falling over the 130 mark but I never did. And just when it looked like I was about to eat one too many batches of raw cookie dough, I fell the other way and landed softly in the 118 range. So no longer do I look like a stick, I look like a twig. Woot! .-_-.
You know what is great!? Infomercials. Infomercials are like a fix to all of our problems. Even for the problems we didn’t know we had. I find myself watching these more and more, late into the morning and realizing just how empty my life has been. But then I found something astounding that has been filling my mind and body all summer. A little thing called stress (though I must note that one infomercial did tell me that we live in a way stressful time compared to the past). What is great is the many shapes and forms that stress take. If you need a quick fix, stress can help you by hiding your keys or erasing a friend’s number from your memory. Or if you want something a little more time consuming it can wreck a car, find a sick relative, or help you lose your job! Now I’m not really sure if stress is a result of bad things or the cause (infomercials always leave you wondering what exactly they talking about) but I’ve found quite a few sweet deals this summer. One in particular is the whole movie thing. If you don’t know already, I’m part of “Power Trio Studios” and we make movies. We have made one movie “Noir” and are working on another. This should not be. See we should have two movies working on two more. But thanks to my friend, the second movie has caught a few snags, something of the equivalent to a kick in the nuts. It didn’t kill the movie but damn near. Between loosing footage, actors/actresses and the necessity of reshooting, I’m still waiting to see this bad boy finished. The premier of the Movie will be on August 1st and I hope you will all attend. For more information please go to this link – www.Powertriostudios.com . If you have read that the band “We the Living” will be playing that is no longer true. Due too… reasons they will not be able to make it. So the movie will no longer be $10 but only $6. It should be a fun night and the movie should be great. Actually I really hate how this is all sounding in this paragraph so I’m just going to stop writing this paragraph and hope the next one is better.
There is something I’ve been pondering lately. If you know me you will probably know I’m a fan of 2pac. I believe that way too often he is seen for only one side of his work or rather only seen in one light. One side see’s him as a God to the industry while the other see’s him as a brutal thug with little to no redeeming qualities. Both are erroneous as they are blind to opposing thought. This is true with many things though. Many people decide to love or hate something without looking at both sides. I’m getting off point ( dull as it may be). In one of my favorite songs, Changes, probably my favorite Pac lyrics are recited. “I’d love to go back to when we played as kids, but things change, and that’s the way it is.” I’m a very nostalgic person, I had a really good childhood, and there is many things that I wish I could go back to. The lines have many meanings to me. I see that many kids are pure in thought and mind in many ways. When you’re a kid you don’t care about what color a kid is when you’re playing, you just want to play. You don’t need anything special to find happiness, just a stick. You don’t have to worry about many of the complicated issues we face as adults (though I would argue what it means to been an adult because I see more kids past the age of 21 then I do younger than). What made me think was when someone brought up the point of ignorance. Kids don’t think about many of the complicated things adults do because they are ignorant of them. They haven’t experienced many of the hardships/joys that the world has to offer. So it is an easier task to make one happy. I realize that I’m vastly over simplifying this but I’m doing it for the sake of rambling less then I already am. But saying this is almost implying that kids can’t know true happiness. Living in a world that never has to take on complicated issues is both unrealistic and all most a lie. I disagree in a sense. There is something that changes everyone and that is experience. What we know now would significantly alter how we would think when we were younger. We would make different choices and behave differently based off of what we know. But just because we would do it differently now does that make how we felt in the past wrong? My argument is that, based off of what we knew and felt, kids (we) acted the way they felt. They wear their emotions and thoughts right out in front for everyone to see. They don’t hide or manipulate situations as many adults due. They learn to do that as they get older.
I’m sorry, this is getting confusing and muddled. It is mainly due to the fact that I don’t have my mind set. I would go back and clean all of this up but this is not an essay. What you are reading is straight from the mind and not polished up ideas meant to wow you. I’m going to cut all this sidetracking and try to say my main point.
I believe it all turns into an issue of innocents. Kid’s is more or less innocents. The reason why I love the 2pac lyrics is changes is that in many ways I would love to go back to when we played as kids. Though I would love to go back, I don’t mean my thinking as well. To give up what I learned and know, I would end up in the same situation waiting to go back. As I said I had a great childhood, but I feel that I can help more people when I’m older than when I’m younger. Really it is a longing to go back to relive the good times, many which were when I was a kid. But this is nothing new. People always wish they could go back. I don’t think I would go back if I could. I would love to tell myself a few things. I had a dream in which I told my past self a few things and I even wrote a poem about it. I wouldn’t go back. Things change. And that’s the way it is. (Though on an interesting note, if things
change, can they change back? Because….wouldn’t that be a change?)
*Super Villain Studios, S.V.S. for short, has recently surfaced and is ready to invade the world the highest low quality art.
*I now teach the beautiful game
* My good friend Nick made a music video that you should all check out - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlVZ-TPDij0
* I’m very proud of my students
It is like I’ve been wandering around a labyrinth and I haven’t gotten the treasure but I’ve found a way out. But instead of leaving I’ve headed back to find a better exit. Taking shortcuts and settling for less is as worse than never finding a way out. I might never leave but I’m willing to take that chance.
I’m sorry for writing this as most of you have either stopped reading, don’t care, are confused, or angered that you read this poorly written blog and wasted your time. My mind is very scattered and lost but I have found something that might be worthwhile. In my English class we had to write about a man and a cat. It is called
“Missing Meat Cleaver”. I hope you enjoy. Sorry again.
~*~
Missing Meat Cleaver
Well it isn’t in the kitchen like it should be but that is to be expected. I walk over into the living room and begin to lift the couch cousins only to find nothing. I get on my hands and knees and peer under the couch when I am met with the two brilliant yellow eyes of my cat Nimblesnort. “And what are you doing here love?”
The cat tilts her head inspecting me and wondering why I was so stupid. She cooed softly and came out to nuzzle my face. I sneeze and my eyes become irritated. “Well you can help me look sweet heart since you seem intent on blinding me with your luscious fur.” She purrs.
If it isn’t here maybe I can check up stairs in the attic. I scoop Nimblesnort into my arms and climb the stairs. “You know Nimblesnort, I’m typically pretty good with remember things I think. But this damn meat cleaver keeps getting lost. Last week it was in the bathroom and the week before that it was in the living room. Ha the living room. Funny how it ended up there.” Nimblesnort purred if to say, “I know”. The two of us make our way into the small, surprisingly clean, attic and are greeted with sunlight from the window. I put Nimblesnort on the ground and begin to scour the entire room. Moving boxes and old clothes I quickly came to the realization that the meat cleaver was nowhere to be seen. I looked up to see Nimblesnort atop a box staring at me with an odd look.
“What? Oh you’re right! I’ll check my room. Stupid me,” I said clapping a hand onto my forehead. Nimblesnort narrowed her eyes and bristled her whiskers utter a very quite hiss of disapproval. I ignored this and scooped her up. I loved the way she would wrap her tail and my arm.
I rushed into my room and quickly realized that it would never be in my room. It was a white room after all and it would be far too messy to work in here. Still I scanned around my room, which was very easy, as there was nothing but a bed and a desk in the room. “Wow Nimblesnort, I’m stumped.” With that I felt the prick of claws and was forced to drop Nimblesnort.
“I love you but you really are stupid. You left the meat cleaver in the basement,” hissed Nimblesnort.
“You sure?” I asked.
“I’m as positive as you are stupid.”
“I’m not stupid, I’m just forgetful.”
“Says the guy talking to the cat.”
“That is not stupid either, that is psychotic or as most of the world likes to call it, a good owner.”
“How ever you want to say it, I watched you last night and you left it in her shoulder blades.”
“You’re right! I am so stupid. I remember now, I was cutting at a good pace when I went upstairs for a drink. The Simpsons came on T.V. and I forgot to go back.” Nimblesnort gave me a look of, “duh” and slinked away.
~*~
~Love~
My head hurts. Well a lot of things hurt. Apparently participating in intense physical activity for an extended period of time when you are not uses to it is….tiring. I’ve been finding this out lately. It’s funny how I get blisters playing basketball and not soccer. On another physical note, I know a lot of you have been worrying about me lately in regards to my excessive weight. But I’m sitting here glad to tell you that I have conquered this pudgy problem. I have recently weighted myself and I’m back under 120 lbs! That is right. I have always ate on the tight rope, coming quite close of falling over the 130 mark but I never did. And just when it looked like I was about to eat one too many batches of raw cookie dough, I fell the other way and landed softly in the 118 range. So no longer do I look like a stick, I look like a twig. Woot! .-_-.
You know what is great!? Infomercials. Infomercials are like a fix to all of our problems. Even for the problems we didn’t know we had. I find myself watching these more and more, late into the morning and realizing just how empty my life has been. But then I found something astounding that has been filling my mind and body all summer. A little thing called stress (though I must note that one infomercial did tell me that we live in a way stressful time compared to the past). What is great is the many shapes and forms that stress take. If you need a quick fix, stress can help you by hiding your keys or erasing a friend’s number from your memory. Or if you want something a little more time consuming it can wreck a car, find a sick relative, or help you lose your job! Now I’m not really sure if stress is a result of bad things or the cause (infomercials always leave you wondering what exactly they talking about) but I’ve found quite a few sweet deals this summer. One in particular is the whole movie thing. If you don’t know already, I’m part of “Power Trio Studios” and we make movies. We have made one movie “Noir” and are working on another. This should not be. See we should have two movies working on two more. But thanks to my friend, the second movie has caught a few snags, something of the equivalent to a kick in the nuts. It didn’t kill the movie but damn near. Between loosing footage, actors/actresses and the necessity of reshooting, I’m still waiting to see this bad boy finished. The premier of the Movie will be on August 1st and I hope you will all attend. For more information please go to this link – www.Powertriostudios.com . If you have read that the band “We the Living” will be playing that is no longer true. Due too… reasons they will not be able to make it. So the movie will no longer be $10 but only $6. It should be a fun night and the movie should be great. Actually I really hate how this is all sounding in this paragraph so I’m just going to stop writing this paragraph and hope the next one is better.
There is something I’ve been pondering lately. If you know me you will probably know I’m a fan of 2pac. I believe that way too often he is seen for only one side of his work or rather only seen in one light. One side see’s him as a God to the industry while the other see’s him as a brutal thug with little to no redeeming qualities. Both are erroneous as they are blind to opposing thought. This is true with many things though. Many people decide to love or hate something without looking at both sides. I’m getting off point ( dull as it may be). In one of my favorite songs, Changes, probably my favorite Pac lyrics are recited. “I’d love to go back to when we played as kids, but things change, and that’s the way it is.” I’m a very nostalgic person, I had a really good childhood, and there is many things that I wish I could go back to. The lines have many meanings to me. I see that many kids are pure in thought and mind in many ways. When you’re a kid you don’t care about what color a kid is when you’re playing, you just want to play. You don’t need anything special to find happiness, just a stick. You don’t have to worry about many of the complicated issues we face as adults (though I would argue what it means to been an adult because I see more kids past the age of 21 then I do younger than). What made me think was when someone brought up the point of ignorance. Kids don’t think about many of the complicated things adults do because they are ignorant of them. They haven’t experienced many of the hardships/joys that the world has to offer. So it is an easier task to make one happy. I realize that I’m vastly over simplifying this but I’m doing it for the sake of rambling less then I already am. But saying this is almost implying that kids can’t know true happiness. Living in a world that never has to take on complicated issues is both unrealistic and all most a lie. I disagree in a sense. There is something that changes everyone and that is experience. What we know now would significantly alter how we would think when we were younger. We would make different choices and behave differently based off of what we know. But just because we would do it differently now does that make how we felt in the past wrong? My argument is that, based off of what we knew and felt, kids (we) acted the way they felt. They wear their emotions and thoughts right out in front for everyone to see. They don’t hide or manipulate situations as many adults due. They learn to do that as they get older.
I’m sorry, this is getting confusing and muddled. It is mainly due to the fact that I don’t have my mind set. I would go back and clean all of this up but this is not an essay. What you are reading is straight from the mind and not polished up ideas meant to wow you. I’m going to cut all this sidetracking and try to say my main point.
I believe it all turns into an issue of innocents. Kid’s is more or less innocents. The reason why I love the 2pac lyrics is changes is that in many ways I would love to go back to when we played as kids. Though I would love to go back, I don’t mean my thinking as well. To give up what I learned and know, I would end up in the same situation waiting to go back. As I said I had a great childhood, but I feel that I can help more people when I’m older than when I’m younger. Really it is a longing to go back to relive the good times, many which were when I was a kid. But this is nothing new. People always wish they could go back. I don’t think I would go back if I could. I would love to tell myself a few things. I had a dream in which I told my past self a few things and I even wrote a poem about it. I wouldn’t go back. Things change. And that’s the way it is. (Though on an interesting note, if things
change, can they change back? Because….wouldn’t that be a change?)
*Super Villain Studios, S.V.S. for short, has recently surfaced and is ready to invade the world the highest low quality art.
*I now teach the beautiful game
* My good friend Nick made a music video that you should all check out - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlVZ-TPDij0
* I’m very proud of my students
It is like I’ve been wandering around a labyrinth and I haven’t gotten the treasure but I’ve found a way out. But instead of leaving I’ve headed back to find a better exit. Taking shortcuts and settling for less is as worse than never finding a way out. I might never leave but I’m willing to take that chance.
I’m sorry for writing this as most of you have either stopped reading, don’t care, are confused, or angered that you read this poorly written blog and wasted your time. My mind is very scattered and lost but I have found something that might be worthwhile. In my English class we had to write about a man and a cat. It is called
“Missing Meat Cleaver”. I hope you enjoy. Sorry again.
~*~
Missing Meat Cleaver
Well it isn’t in the kitchen like it should be but that is to be expected. I walk over into the living room and begin to lift the couch cousins only to find nothing. I get on my hands and knees and peer under the couch when I am met with the two brilliant yellow eyes of my cat Nimblesnort. “And what are you doing here love?”
The cat tilts her head inspecting me and wondering why I was so stupid. She cooed softly and came out to nuzzle my face. I sneeze and my eyes become irritated. “Well you can help me look sweet heart since you seem intent on blinding me with your luscious fur.” She purrs.
If it isn’t here maybe I can check up stairs in the attic. I scoop Nimblesnort into my arms and climb the stairs. “You know Nimblesnort, I’m typically pretty good with remember things I think. But this damn meat cleaver keeps getting lost. Last week it was in the bathroom and the week before that it was in the living room. Ha the living room. Funny how it ended up there.” Nimblesnort purred if to say, “I know”. The two of us make our way into the small, surprisingly clean, attic and are greeted with sunlight from the window. I put Nimblesnort on the ground and begin to scour the entire room. Moving boxes and old clothes I quickly came to the realization that the meat cleaver was nowhere to be seen. I looked up to see Nimblesnort atop a box staring at me with an odd look.
“What? Oh you’re right! I’ll check my room. Stupid me,” I said clapping a hand onto my forehead. Nimblesnort narrowed her eyes and bristled her whiskers utter a very quite hiss of disapproval. I ignored this and scooped her up. I loved the way she would wrap her tail and my arm.
I rushed into my room and quickly realized that it would never be in my room. It was a white room after all and it would be far too messy to work in here. Still I scanned around my room, which was very easy, as there was nothing but a bed and a desk in the room. “Wow Nimblesnort, I’m stumped.” With that I felt the prick of claws and was forced to drop Nimblesnort.
“I love you but you really are stupid. You left the meat cleaver in the basement,” hissed Nimblesnort.
“You sure?” I asked.
“I’m as positive as you are stupid.”
“I’m not stupid, I’m just forgetful.”
“Says the guy talking to the cat.”
“That is not stupid either, that is psychotic or as most of the world likes to call it, a good owner.”
“How ever you want to say it, I watched you last night and you left it in her shoulder blades.”
“You’re right! I am so stupid. I remember now, I was cutting at a good pace when I went upstairs for a drink. The Simpsons came on T.V. and I forgot to go back.” Nimblesnort gave me a look of, “duh” and slinked away.
~*~
~Love~
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