Oh and Happy New Year!

Bored

I've been out of town since the day after Christmas.  I want to say something profound, but I don't know if I can.  The closest thing I can think of is: "There is no such thing as 100%"

Have you all heard of the Mormon idea of afterlife?  Supposedly, there are differing levels of "glory"--not just heaven or hell.  That makes more sense.  The LDS magicians say that the challenge of life is one that we took when we were all back on the other side of the veil.  So, we are to be judged in the end based on the totality of our lives.  That makes sense too.  But then, even if you take that at face value and embrace it, you are still a "child" or a "pawn".  You are not the center of the crowd, and you are not the one outside of the crowd.  If you are in the crowd, what do you have to look forward to?  You have those nice old ladies, the "brother, I'm there for you", and... satisfaction?.

Hmm...  I don't really think that I'm being arrogant.  I think I'm being a bit of true to character.  I don't like the crowds; I've always been a loner.  Maybe because of being disappointed often, maybe because of a romantic flare.  I just want to rebel, you know.  Be a nonconformist.  I get claustrophobic when I think of all those silly people.  BTW, my new favorite words are "silly", "gubernator", and "whatnot".  Btw as well, I am terribly bored.  Everything just seems so silly.  I want to be the gubernator of my own ship--run by tons of versions of me.  I want to be Jack Sparrow.  And perform acts of whatnot.  What is Pirates 4 going to be about anyway?

Christmas!!!!

Madison is so happy!! He got a really nice soccer ball, soccer gear, clothes, Risk, food, and 10 new razors and shaving cream.  He had the best shave he has had in a long time and spent the past two or three hours juggling and dribbling the soccer ball around the house.  The new razors made him really happy.  And he really likes the soccer ball.

Good happiness and whatnot!!  Oh, and my family got a tv/ps3combo.  But the cable no longer works, and there are no games for the ps3.  Good happiness and whatnot.

Teamwork

Picture unrelated >.> somewhat.

Teamwork.  By Asuka Kureru.  If you're not into it, try the threesome (written) porn version of it.  It's pretty decent.  Hope I didn't totally destroy your fan-girl senses.  Yaoi is pretty.

Finals 2

We had the Latin 3 and Chemistry 2 finals today.  I got a pretty good grade on the Latin test, a 100 on the Precal final, and an 85 on the Chem final.  So I'm pretty happy about that.  That means all A's this semester.  Yay.  I'm relieved the school year is over, but I'm kind of bored with life at the moment.  However, the Spongebob Squarepants episode where Patrick and Spongebob raise the baby scallop is on.  And after testing in Chem, I felt super confident in that I actually understood the subject matter (I never studied or did homework through the semester so I was a little shaky throughout, but now I get it).  The stuff wasn't that tough, and it didn't seem that hard throughout the semester, but now it seems so easy. 

Oh, and I have officially topped my number of pageviews from last month.  Woot woot!! So yeah, good happiness and whatnot.

Habete felices ferias!

Finals

Today and tomorrow, we will be having finals.  I had English and pre-calculus today.  The precal was easy as could be.  I finished the test in twenty, maybe thirty, minutes.  And the English was comprised of two essays: a general argument essay and a rhetorical analysis.

I finished the rhetorical analysis feeling really good about it, but the general argument essay was pretty bad.  I didn't even finish (I just scrapped one of my body paragraphs and wrote a hasty conclusion). The essay was about the "vital role" of humorists in today's political society.  So I argued that yes, humorists are essential. I cited an episode of the Colbert Report as well as the Colbert Report and the Daily Show as examples of satirical humorists that spread information as well as reveal the initiatives of the various parties.  The episode I cited of the Colbert Report was how Republicans use 9-11 all the time, and then at one point said that they shouldn't be helping the 9-11 first responders after they had used the 9-11 first responders to get so many legislations passed.  I also argued that I would not have otherwise been aware of that information and that now I am informed at least a little bit.  I argued that it is an interesting way to spread information and allows the many a way to escape the rule by the few.  But I didn't have much info to go by so I had to BS it and I didn't really want to use Family Guy or Southpark because those are way more extreme than other sources.  At least the Colbert Report and the Daily Show focus primarily on politics.

The rhetorical analysis essay was of Lincoln's Second Inaugural Address.  I made the argument that Lincoln meant the address as the starting point for reunification.  And he used emotional diction, religious symbols and allusions as well as parallel structure as the main points.  I talked about how he used the parallelism as the icing that joined together the emotion of the speech with the situation and the fact that he talked to both sides as if they were the sinners who had just atoned for their sins with the Civil War and that he wanted them to look to the future.  I cited specific instances and used a lot of quotes together with purpose analysis.  So it seems like the Rhetorical analysis essay would be an A, whereas the general argument would probably be a C or B at best. 

The English isn't really a final though because it is a combined class with US history that lasts all year instead of one semester.  I have a 99 in precal and I get 3 extra points added to my score at the end.  So that is an easy A.  In English I have a 91 and I get 5 extra points at the end because it is AP.  Whereas I don't need the points for precal and it just seems superfluous; I actually need the extra points for English.  By the end of the year, I should have an A in that class, though.  Next semester is just literature, I think; so it should be easy from here on out.

Tomorrow I have Latin 3 and Honors Chemistry 2.  I have a ridiculously high score in Latin; so that shouldn't matter at all.  The Chemistry I actually have to try in though.  I have a 95 or something, and even though I have 3 extra points, I still have to get something like a 70 to keep my A.  The only reason I am worried is because I have not done that great on tests this year.  So I'm hoping that the State final will be really easy.  I will still be studying pretty hard, but just something easy would be greatly appreciated.  It doesn't help that my teacher has been away from school for the past two weeks and will not be coming back this semester.  So we have to rely on the Chemistry I teacher for whatever questions we have.

Moth's Wings

Lyrics:
Dear friend, as you know
Your flowers are withering
Your mother's gone insane
Your leaves have drifted away
But the clouds are clearing up
And I've come reveling
Burning incandescently
Like a bastard on the burning sea

You're just like your father
Buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground

You come beating like moth's wings
Spastic and violently
Whipping me into a storm
Shaking me down to the core
But you run away from me
And you left me shimmering
Like diamond wedding rings
Spinning dizzily down on the floor

You're just like your father
Buried deep under the water
You're resting on your laurels
And stepping on my toes
Whose side are you on?
What side is this anyway?
Put down your sword and crown
Come lay with me on the ground

Trumpeteering

I've been meaning to look this up for a while.  I love music like this. In fact, I love almost all music.

Bragging rights

I'm sorry, but I gotta.  We got our PSAT scores back today at school, and I scored a 224 out of 240.  That is in the 99th percentile.  I got a perfect score for the Maths section. So yay for Maths!  I've always loved Math.  I know many people hate it, but it is a constant for me.  So I likez it.

A recent idea has popped into my head because of Ladyluck.  I told her that I was happy because of ramen and the fact that I saw a show on tv that featured the quote, "James always used to tell me how happy he was to be gay."  The show is a downer because it is all about sex crimes (Law and Order: SVU), but the fact that he said it dreamily and after having stood up to his father made me happy.  Ladyluck told me that I could be that happy.  But I responded that I didn't really want to just declare it from the rooftops--partly because I don't want that to be THE defining characteristic of my life but also because it would just bring up so many hassles at this point in my life.  I know that a bunch of you probably hate that stance, but it's what works best for me.  I don't intend on pursuing much of any kind of relationship at this point in my life, and so it just wouldn't be wise.

I really am sorry; it wouldn't really be that big of a deal at all.  But now just isn't the right time.  I never really planned on being flamboyant.  And I just don't think that my sexuality is that important to tell if I am basically celibate for the time being.  I'm planning on coming out when I meet a guy that I want to make mine--and who will accept the situation.  Excluding that, it is doubtful that I'll be coming out to people much of any time soon.

So there.  Anyway.  "Mawwaige is wut bwings us togevvuh, today.  ...WWuuv, twoo wuvvvv".  I've always liked the idea of "to the pain."  And I have always liked the medieval setting.  Lawfulness and cleanliness would be totally rank, but otherwise, it would be somewhat fun (though it would probably inspire lots of sadism).  At least people wouldn't care that much about such trivialities as we do today.  They would be less tolerant, and life would probably be hell.  But otherwise, a medieval lifestyle seems fun.  Haha.  There is sarcasm in that.  I used to want to be a knight or a ninja or an archer.  The only one that I still want to be is an archer.  I've never really understood why more people didn't focus on archery rather than swordsmanship.  I mean, the sword does provide quite the frontal power, but archers can be so much more easily maneuvered. I guess that's why modern warfare focuses on guns and bombs.   They are so much more maneuverable than a stick or sword.  Gaalee I feel like a crappy, stupid, jack rabbit of a son of a biscuit.  Either berate me or praise me.  Don't ignore me.

Please Hear What I'm Not Saying

  Don't be fooled by me.

Don't be fooled by the face I wear

For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,

Masks that I'm afraid to take off

And none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that's second nature with me,

but don't be fooled,

for God's sake don't be fooled.

I give you the impression that I'm secure,

that all is sunny and unruffled with me,

within as well as without,

that confidence is my name and coolness my game,

that the water's calm and I'm in command

and that I need no one,

but don't believe me.

My surface may be smooth but

my surface is my mask,

ever-varying and ever-concealing.

Beneath lies no complacence.

Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.

But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.

That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,

a nonchalant sophisticated facade,

to help me pretend,

to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,

my only hope, and I know it.

That is, if it is followed by acceptance,

If it is followed by love.

It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself

from my own self-built prison walls

from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.

It's the only thing that will assure me

of what I can't assure myself,

that I'm really worth something.

But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to. I'm afraid to.

  I'm afraid you'll think less of me,

that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.

I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing

and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game

With a façade of assurance without

And a trembling child within.

So begins the glittering but empty parade of Masks,

And my life becomes a front.

I tell you everything that's really nothing,

and nothing of what's everything,

of what's crying within me.

So when I'm going through my routine

do not be fooled by what I'm saying.

Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,

what I'd like to be able to say,

what for survival I need to say,

but what I can't say.

I don't like hiding.

I don't like playing superficial phony games.

I want to stop playing them.

I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me

but you've got to help me.

You've got to hold out your hand

even when that's the last thing I seem to want.

Only you can wipe away from my eyes

the blank stare of the breathing dead.

Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging,

each time you try to understand because you really care,

my heart begins to grow wings --

very small wings,

but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling

you can breathe life into me.

I want you to know that.

I want you to know how important you are to me,

how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator --

of the person that is me

if you choose to.

You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,

you alone can remove my mask,

you alone can release me from the shadow-world of panic,

from my lonely prison,

if you choose to.

Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.

It will not be easy for you.

A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.

The nearer you approach me

the blinder I may strike back.

It's irrational, but despite what the books may say about man

often I am irrational.

I fight against the very thing I cry out for.

But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls

and in this lies my hope.

  Please try to beat down those walls

with firm hands but with gentle hands

for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?

I am someone you know very well.

For I am every man you meet

and I am every woman you meet.

       By Charles C. Finn

Have fun with life, but don't ignore needs.  Have a purpose is the one that stumps me.  I can't do it.  I feel apathetic so often.  It's like this new-fangled society is stealing away people to apathy and individualism.  It's creepy.  Life is creepy.


Life is like a Zelda game.  You are never allowed to talk, there are always so many secrets, and you can never save at the end.

Life is like a box of chocolates.  You never know what you're gonna get.

I have recently been signing my school papers as something like: Madison, the supreme hegemon ruler chancellor master and commander of Greater Normandy.  Life must be taken as a whole if we are to apply any sort of judgment.  However, that viewpoint is idealistic and not feasible in the real world.  So we base people on what they can do.  And it's crap.  In that aspect, life is crap.  Everything is crap.  The way to happiness is thereby barred and perfection is the staple requirement.  It drives me crazy.  Academia is slowly and surely training the so called "HONOR" students to be as ridiculously over the top about perfection as they can be.  That and the absence of a real working job is slowly training me to see life as worthless.  It kills me.  It really does.  They're all such fonies.  I can barely stand it.  Those people kill me.  A nun in a cafe at 3 am collecting money for little kids and not accepting my money when I offer it kills me.  I kept thinking about those nuns as the day went by.  I couldn't help it.  I really did want to give them more than I did.  I wonder if...  It kills me.  They're all such fonies.

Me, the great WE.  They, them, he, she, it, that one, that damn thing, that stupid idiot, that jackass, that asshole, I can't stand him.  I really shouldn't complain.  I'm pretty much liked by everybody.  I'm basically a hoss. (I'm really not though a lot of people do like me.)  My school is like an anomaly in that we don't have cliques.  There are groups of friends, but everyone is really just a kind heart.  They all get along at least somewhat.  There are people who butt heads, but the majority are pretty tolerant and idealistic.

Idealism, idealism, idealism.  Is there a concretism?  I guess that would be realism.  But I prefer romanticism to any of the above.

"Your power PALES in comparison to mine!"

 Butterflies and Hurricanes- MUSE

Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called

Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead

Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called

Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead

Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

Don’t let yourself down
Don’t let yourself go
Your last chance has arrived

Best, you've got to be the best
You've got to change the world
And use this chance to be heard
Your time is now

 I'm loving MUSE more and more as time goes by.  They are just great.  Great music, great lyrics, great thoughts.  I also REALLY like Take a Bow.

Teenage Wasteland

"Baba O'Riley" by The Who.

Out here in the fields

I fight for my meals

I get my back into my living

I don't need to fight

To prove I'm right

I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry

Don't raise your eye

It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand

Travel south crossland

Put out the fire

Don't look past my shoulder

The exodus is here

The happy ones are near

Let's get together

Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland

It's only teenage wasteland

Teenage wasteland

Oh, oh

Teenage wasteland

They're all wasted!

Yes I love it.  This is in a playlist of mine alongside Moth's Wings, Yellow, Mad World, Barlights, and Bohemian Rhapsody.  (Passion Pit, Coldplay, Jan Wayne, fun., and Queen respectively)  As well as a few others.  I love music.  It is awesome.

Ok, I kind of did a little experiment.

The other day, I changed the name of the site to (By MaddyLee et Paucis ceteris).  Then, since I did not get many hits at all (like 5 or 6 per day) for the days following that, I changed the name back.  And voila!  The number for today rose to like 50!!

Of course, there could have been a few factors affecting that.  Most importantly, I commented on a blog that gets a lot of looks (And thereby gained a new follower!! Woot woot.  Go Billy.).  So either people are attracted to and familiar with the name, or else Billy and his people did a lot of pageviews...  Hmm, I'm thinking that it is the former.  (Or else there is some circumstance that I am unaware of.)

So anyway, either way, I got a few ideas.  I don't really want to keep the title because I'm in a go-with-the-flow mood and probably will continue to be in that mood for the next while.

Also, I was going to try to add another friend of mine (BB) as an author because he had a rant the other day about the way that all of our friends are so ridiculously wrapped up in Academia.  And I just kind of wanted to be in more steady contact with him.  But yeah...  He seems to be slightly terrible at looking at text messages; so I am probably going to have to tell him in real life--in which I would have to go out of my way to talk to him--which is a bother.  Oh humdrum.

This post is just totally random.  I am absolutely making it up as I go, and I would just like to exclaim that I love the Christmas season.  This is partly because I don't really have to buy people gifts and yet I get to bask in the fact that this season is full of candy and treats--at least where I live--as well as music.  I was listening to "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by the Rascal Flatts yesterday as well as "Baby, It's Cold Outside" by Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer.  I really wish that the producers of the ELF Soundtrack had made the duet of Zooey Deschanel and Will Ferrel into a full-length song.  But oh well; they didn't.  I also love the "Christmas Eve/Sarajevo" by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

I know it is odd to like the Christmas season if i do not like Christ or God or religion, but I just can't help it.  The snow is awesome [if we ever get any(though it did snow this morning slightly)].  The food is awesome.  The gifts are awesome.  The music is awesome.  I do like beauty in whatever form it may take. The family isn't that great.  Nor is the hypocrisy so very heartening.  But all around I love the season.

It's odd for me to be enthusiastic about stuff...

Anime/Manga

I have liked anime ever since I was a little boy.  So far, my favorite is Naruto (watched from sixth to eighth grade and then read manga).  Since I started high school, however, I've really only been reading the manga.  I like Bleach, DBZ, Naruto, Yuyu Hakusho, Ruroni Kenshin, Inuyasha, MAR, Detective Conan, and a few others.  I don't know if Avatar: the Last Airbender counts, but it is definitely my favorite anime (Naruto is my favorite manga/anime).  I might make posts about these from time to time.  So I just felt that I should get the fact out there.

DBZ may be an exception to the rule, but manga seems to be much more intelligent than any of the American cartoons that I see around nowadays.  It's even a bit more intelligent than some of the old cartoons that used to air on television.  Don't even get me started on how far the cartoon industry in America has fallen.

Exploring Blog City

(This is a post from LadyLuck, the new addition to my blogging team. She's a good friend of mine, and she knows pretty much everything about me.. to an extent.) You shall know me as the other blogger. The more optimistic of the two. I am a sixteen year old high school girl...oh the stereotypes that are associated with those words. No, I do not go around twirling my hair, using "OMG" or "like totally" between every word, gossip about the latest couple or pop culture news, or any other ludicrous "teenage girl" thing. Sorry if I disappoint. I enjoy life in its fast moments, sad moments, embarrassing moments, awarding moments, etc. I am a family girl with two amazing sisters (both intellectual), a mother, a father, two cats, and a bunny. My parents are divorced and the younger of my two older sisters is at a US college. The eldest is at home either applying for graduate schools or working. It gets pretty quiet sometimes, but that is the way I like it. Maddy Lee and I are friends from school...met him in 6th grade and we didn't start talking to each other until 8th. He will be posting much more than I because I am not much of a blogger, but you will be hearing from LadyLuck occasionally. I am open to comments and if I get a lot I may post more.

My goals for posting on this blog...to rant about my crap, get a few laughs, share my life with a friend, and see what others think.

Celebrate!

"Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead!"  What about the witch of the south?  Did the others just disregard her because she's from the south?  Seriously, there is a wicked witch of the East, wicked witch of the West, good witch of the North, but no (probably good or neutral) witch of the South...  Anyway, that movie was on this weekend.  It's pretty much my favorite old movie--right in front of Twelve Angry Men.  To Kill a Mockingbird is also pretty good.  The Wizard of Oz is just boss. I was trying to find all the little historic parallels and stuff, but it was kind of difficult.  It's awesome how they made the movie.  And the story is fabulous.

Dorothy: Now which way do we go?
Scarecrow: Pardon me, this way is a very nice way.
Dorothy: Who said that?
[Toto barks at scarecrow]
Dorothy: Don't be silly, Toto. Scarecrows don't talk.
Scarecrow: [points other way] It's pleasant down that way, too.
Dorothy: That's funny. Wasn't he pointing the other way?
Scarecrow: [points both ways] Of course, some people do go both ways.

Scarecrow: I haven't got a brain... only straw.
Dorothy: How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?
Scarecrow: I don't know... But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking... don't they?
Dorothy: Yes, I guess you're right.

Wicked Witch of the West: And now, my beauties, something with poison in it, I think. With poison in it, but attractive to the eye, and soothing to the smell.
[cackles]
Wicked Witch of the West: Poppies... Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleep. Sleeeeep. Now they'll sleeeeep!

Cowardly Lion: I *do* believe in spooks, I *do* believe in spooks. I do, I do, I do, I *do* believe in spooks, I *do* believe in spooks, I do, I do, I do, I *do*!
Wicked Witch of the West: Ah! You'll believe in more than that before I'm finished with you.

Auntie Em Gale: Almira Gulch, just because you own half the county doesn't mean that you have the power to run the rest of us. For twenty-three years, I've been dying to tell you what I thought of you! And now... well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it!

Anyway, I've been away from my computer for the past four days.  It wasn't so bad, but I had thought that I had downloaded "Bohemian Rhapsody" before leaving the computer behind.  It was even in my itunes library, but apparently it didn't sync to my ipod.

So, did you have a good Thanksgiving (if you live in the US)?

Stop it.

I spend at least six hours per day of my weekdays with a single person.  He is a decent friend of mine, but he is slowly and surely becoming more and more like me.  It's annoying and I want to just yell at him: "Stop fucking copying my mannerisms.  Do not be me.  Be you. Just fucking stop!"  And it's annoying as hell.  This is partly because he seems to have become more of a sad person lately because of my downer-ish tendencies.  It reminds me precisely of my other friend BB's words that I need to stop spreading my "slime".  It makes me think that I have poisoned my six-hour friend.  And it pisses me off to think that I could do that simply by existing.  I am now constantly worrying that I am going to infect people with my "disease".  But at the same time it makes me feel proud that I have such a dominating personality.  Or perhaps its just that my six-hour friend is weak. 

And it doesn't help matters that I am going to be stuck with this six hour friend for the rest of the year and much of next semester.  Fuck damn shit hell bitch son of a shit faced crackheaded fatass jackhole son of a rabbit. 

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Death.

Raped by a death-eating harry potter fan. 

Smashed with an extension cord and a word. 

Random intricacies of the neurotic masses that fuck themselves over by thinking.  Go build a fucking rode.  Chop wood and sell it.  Go bag some groceries or clear somebody's brush.  If all the fucking idiots who rule this country were to understand and practice a little bit of altruism--after taking a course on economics and business--the world could be better.  If we get rid of pedophiles, the world will be a better place.  If we could just kill off all those muslims, we would sleep more soundly.  If only gay people weren't placing their agenda on the youth of AMERICA. AMERICAAMERICAAMERICAAMERICAAMERICA!!!!!!!!!!  If only there weren't those southern bigots, we would live in a better place.  If only those northern tolerators weren't there we could all just go fuck a ten year old girl.  That would solve our problems.  Maybe we should go find some pedophilophiles to clean up the nation; they're a curious species.  Or maybe we should just neutre and spade all the people of our nation. That would do something for the overcrowding problem.  We should make China attack North Korea and Iran so that the world will be less affected by nuclear winter when it happens.  We should brain-wash all of our citizens so that they can't rage against the machine anymore.  Or else, we should have an all-open policy that everyone gets an education, there is no "elite" class, and all of the politicians just want to wipe their own asses rather than cleaning up the pile of shit that our most recent dog dropped in the house. 

Death.

Raped by the transitive property.  "So afraid of getting raped again and again."

Opulence, I haz it.  I like the best.  This one.  But i also like savings dee money.  So when directtv tell me, five months free for most premium televisions paeckage; I jump in it.  MMMMM, wha!

You know what...  "If you're happy, then i'm..."

What the hell does that mean!!!?!?!?!?!????!!

Lingua Latina

Linguam Latinam amo.  Si res intelligentes amas, hanc linguam amabis.  (I love the Latin language.  If you like intelligent things, you will love this language.)

The reason that I love the language so much is that it has so much to it.  There are four conjugations of (regular) verbs, each with their own set of 120 different forms (that my class has learned so far) that it can take. 
This is the present active voice indicative of "amo, amare, amavi, amatus" (I love/like, to love/like, i loved/liked, having been loved/liked):
Singular:                    Plural:
Amo- I love       | Amamus- We love
Amas- you love |  Amatis- You (all) love
Amat- he loves  |  Amant- They love

That is just the conjugation chart for the present active voice indicative.  Each of these is what I will refer to as a form for a verb.  There is also a future, future perfect, perfect (past), pluperfect (past perfect), and imperfect (continuous past) tense that this verb can take in the indicative mood.  Also in the indicative mood, there is the passive voice forms of these same tenses.  In the subjunctive mood, there is no future or future perfect tense, but there are four tenses in both the active and passive.  So there are six charts of six forms in the active voice indicative (36 forms), six charts of six forms in the passive voice indicative (36), four charts of six forms in the active voice subjunctive (24), and four charts of six forms in the passive voice subjunctive (24).

That means that there are 20 different charts like the one above that a single verb has.

Add that up and you get 120 forms for a single regular verb.  Multiply that by four because of the four different conjugations, and then add in the irregular verbs that don't really follow a conjugation.  (Luckily, the irregular verbs sometimes do not have a passive voice.  And sometimes there are such things as deponent verbs that are formed as passive verbs but translate as active verbs)  That is a lot of forms for verbs to take.

The subjunctive mood is the mood of wishful thinking, and the indicative mood is that of facts.

November 13, 2010

I play on a u19 soccer team (rec--not school or competitive), and we will have our last game of the season tomorrow.  In fact, it is the last game of a tournament that we are in at the moment.  We have already played and won two games.  If we win tomorrow, we will win the tournament.

We're a pretty good team.  Sometimes we bunch up too much and occasionally get selfish with the ball, but otherwise, we're pretty solid.  I play defender mostly (usually left full), but I could play any position (except mid-field; I can't run FOREVER).  I used to be a competitive soccer player when I was little, but I quit when I was about 10 or 11 because I wanted to focus on being a good gymnast (if I didn't tell you, I was a gymnast for 10 years--until I broke my back and just couldn't get back to a competitive level.).  Last year, I started playing again on a team whose constituents were almost all good friends of mine, and I have enjoyed it thoroughly ever since. So yeah, I just felt I should tell you that and get a little bit of info about my life onto the blog, rather than just my whining.

So anyway, hope for us that we win.  And have a good day, morning, evening, night, or twilight.

God Thinks

Link:
God Thinks

God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks the white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks

God thinks we should all convert to Judaism
God thinks we must all be Christians and
God thinks we should all embrace Islam
God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism

And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're a waste of flesh
God prefers an Atheist

God God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw a stone
and using His name for your own protection

God thinks the sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks there was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks abortion is murder and
God thinks everything that science gave us is wrong
God thinks women deserve it
God thinks AIDS is a form of punishment

I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and
I hate people who thank God when things go right

And I
I know what God thinks
God thinks you're an idiot
God prefers a heretic

God God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw the stone
and using His name for your own agenda

God is a liberal
God is a democrat
God wants you to vote republican
never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of god
and says it's absolute truth
its lies and it smells like death
its all in a day's work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God would need your dirty money
if He wants to start a holy war?

self-righteous, judgmental, first to throw a stone
and using His name for your own protection

God thinks puppies need to die and
God thinks babies need to drown
'cause God is neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is Everything 

My God, the band Voltaire is pretty awesome.  This is a cool one.  You kind of need the whole song/lyrics to understand.  "God Thinks" by Voltaire.  Great song. Stop having a boring life!  Start listening to my music recommendations!  God count for song: 40 (I think they did that on purpose...) God count for post: 46 (I honestly did not do that on purpose...)

fun. (5)

Link:
At Least I'm Not as Sad as I Used to Be:

Oh oh, oh, At least I'm not as sad as I used to be.
Oh oh, oh, At least I'm not as sad as I used to be.
At least I'm not as sad as I used to be.

And they say we would've seen you two years ago
Had you stuck around or come out to a show,
But youth's taken over by rock and roll,
While we were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing....

So I left, That is it. That's my life, Nothing is sacred.
I don't keep friends,I keep acquainted,
I'm not a prophet, But I'm here to profit.

That's all, I'm gone! That's my life, Nothing is sacred.
I don't fall in love, I just fake it.
I don't fall in love. I don't fall in love. 

This is one of my favorites from these guys.  Come on, intelligent reader; please join your friends in listening to this!  And I don't mean those arrogant assholes that simply appear to be your age.  I mean your group's avant garde!  So jump on the bus with your posse; listen to the damn music!

A Boy

So... Every school day at about 2:00, I walk toward my chemistry class from my latin class.  On the way there, I pass the biology room.  Waiting outside this biology room is a group of students--composed of almost entirely freshmen.  Within this crowd is one boy who caught my eye.  And every day since I saw him that first time, I have been perv-ing and trying to discreetly look at him at 2:00 as i pass the biology room.

The reason for this is because he seems to be a loner, is not terrible-looking, and seems to be the quiet type.  Unfortunately, as I see him more often, I am beginning to think that he might be tainted by prick-ishness.  I'm not going to make any sort of a move at the moment, but I will keep an eye on him.  I really wish he were older.  In fact, I wish he were my age so that I could get to know him without seeming like I'm out-and-out checking him out. 

So the verdict is that we'll see.  I'm going to bide my time, see if he notices my looking, and wait either for him to confront me or for him to show some sort of quality that defines him as something I want.  Btw, all of two people (that I personally know) know that I am not a hetero at heart.  There really don't seem to be that many interesting people at my school.

fun. (3)

All the Pretty Girls:

I don't understand your reasons
Please just stay over the weekend
You can't take all those things
They define you and me
everything we've become,
You're all that I need
Please don't make me face my generation alone.

It's ironic that I like this song.  Even though it's such a heterosexual song, it's still pretty good.  Y'all should listen to it.  If you don't listen to it, the youth of American may become idiotic idiots.  If that is allowed to happen, we will surely be reduced to a Communist State...    00000

                           \   

                             \   

                               \0(falling)

                                \

                                  \ 0 (also falling)

                                    \

                                      \

                                       \ 0 "woah, it's slippery up there"
Now do you really want to be the cause of America becoming Communist (economy)?

fun. (2)

Benson Hedges: 

C'mon, Holy ghosts
When do you come out to play?
'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,
He'd better start looking today.

So I can rise with the river
We all float before we sink
So pray for satellites,
Pray for courtesy
and pray that it can climb mountains to me!
I say goodbye to the canyon.
I will set sail to the streets
where I don't care to be forgiven
I want to be forgotten.
I don't care to be forgiven
When Lord I only want to be forgotten!

 I love the intro to this one.  It's pretty cool.   Listen to it, or else I am gonna pull an appeal to fear on you.

fun. (1)

Be Calm:

Oh be calm.
Be calm.
I know you feel like you are breaking down.
I know that it gets so hard sometimes,
Be calm.
Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times.
You hate your pulse because it thinks you're still alive
and everything's wrong
It just gets so hard sometimes
Be calm.

 It's kind of ironic that this song doesn't make you feel calm at all.  Listen to it, or else a giant snow golem is gonna poop on your house. (link at top left "Be Calm")

Literary twins and brothers

Holden Caufield definitely.  We were to read this over the summer, and some people in my class said that they did not understand Holden at all.  I was like, wtf is wrong with you?  (Catcher in the Rye- J.D. Salinger)

Bazarov, Yevgeny Vasilyevich is second place.  I am at heart a bit of a nihilist. (Fathers and Sons- Turgenev)

Donnie Darko comes in third only because he is only characterized in a certain light in the movie.  And as well, he is different from me to at least a certain degree. (Donnie Darko: Director's Cut)

Prometheus- If I were in the Great "We" society, I would like to think that I would be the one to bring fire back to man.  (Anthem- Ayn Rand)

Wiley- If you have yet to read "Pictures of You", I implore you to read it in so far as it has gone.  Patrick is a bit more fiercely angry/sour than I am, but he's just about right.  Wiley is probably the better fit for me, though.   In fact, Wiley only comes in fifth because this is not literature or a movie, but it seems to be as good as literature to me. ("Pictures of You"- no idea the author's name, but great nonetheless)

I did not relate to ANYBODY in The Scarlet Letter or Wuthering Heights.  They were the crappiest wastes of my time that I have ever read.  (On a side note: Did nobody like my taste in music [EDIT: other than Pink Floyd]?  At least enjoy fun.  They are a good band with good lyrics, sound, and vocals.)

Another Brick in the Wall - Part 2

Link: Another Brick in the Wall - Part 2
Link: Movie part

"We don't need no education.  We don't need no thought control."  Oh, that's just beautiful.  For one, the grammar is great.  Take it how you want, but its effect is phenomenal. And the analogy that "education" is equal to thought control; it's no wonder that there are so many cynics running around.

And of course, what Pink Floyd song would be complete without spoken lyrics to represent the idiocy, sadism, and ridiculousity of the situation?  "Wrong, do it again! Wrong, do it again."  I believe that in the movie, this is the part that deals with the teacher trying to subjugate the protagonist's will by ridiculing the poems that he writes instead of listening to his math teacher.
       
          Money get back.
          I'm alright, Jack.
          Keep your hands off my stack.


          New car,
          Caviar, 
          Four star daydream.
          Think I'll buy me a football team.

In the movie, the students are all lined up in single file just marching through the halls of the teachers.  While the students march or sit at their desks, they all wear the disfigured masks that the school has implanted on their faces, and the thing toward which the students are marching is a meat grinder.  The students eventually rebel.  The school is burned down, they make a bonfire of books, and they throw in the most evil of all the teachers. Then, the protagonist snaps out of his dreams, and he is back in Maths class.  The next scene is of the phone ringing when he is older.  This is an awesome use of film.

The Happiest Days of Our Lives

Link: The Happiest Days of Our Lives 

"Hey, you.  Yes, you.  Stand still, laddy."  This song addresses oppression.  In this case, it is the oppression that such government devices as school and societal "teachers" can have on us.  It cites sadists who simply denounce everything and expose every weakness.  They laugh at us, but they themselves are the ones that are beaten through their hatred.

But is that really true? Don't we all get beaten?  "So what's the point?"  There is none--unless you decide on something as the point of caring.  My current policy is that I want to see the end.  I don't care what happens on the way; I would like to derive some joy or meaning from it, but I mostly just want to see the end.  Unfortunately, I have this goal due to the fact that I also have the dreadfully crippling emotion known as hope ingrained in my mind.

Who's Right?

Gaara is right.  There is no profound idea that exists.  There is no absolute.  There is only birth, pain, and death.  I don't think that anybody is actually going to read this... So, I am able to say whatever the hell I want.  I'm allowed to do that anyway, but since nobody is listening, I can phrase it however I want.  I could cuss you out; I could bitch and moan; I could say that I love you more than anything in the world; I could say that I want to kill myself; I could say that I want to kill some other people; I could say nothing at all.  I could scream for hours; I could weep for hours; I could stare apathetically for hours.  I could talk out of my ass for hours about the most trivial of things, and yet I could still pretend to be happy.  I could pretend to know everything and be the biggest douche-bag possible; I could pretend to know nothing and be the biggest douche-bag possible; I could pretend to be myself and be the biggest douche-bag possible; I could pretend to be somebody else and be the biggest douche-bag possible.  I could say, think, do anything and everything and yet say, think, do nothing.

A Passing Fog

Yesterday, I went with my family to a wedding two-and-a-half hours from where I live.  It was for some cousin of mine--like 2nd or 3rd cousin or something.  I had an awful time.  There were not hardly any cute boys there, and it was mainly old people there (I'm pretty sure that the only cute boy I saw was a cousin of mine or something--and he did not seem open to external company at all[he was reading Life of Pi though; so that was a plus]).  During the entire five hours of wedding stuff, I saw about five people within five years of my age, and two of them were my brothers.  The service was totally way too religious (emphasized man + woman as the symbol of the power of "God").  One consolation that I came across during the night was that another of my cousins--another 2nd or 3rd or something--had a girlfriend with her. 

By the end of the night I was thoroughly tired of being in the midst of the celebrations in a place that I thoroughly did not belong in.  By the time that we were on our way home, I had come to a conclusion--which I texted to my friend RD because she was not terribly busy and had been my rock of comfort when I have in the past been faced with negative feelings:

"I'm lost. And stuck. (figuratively) That's an annoying combination.  ...  I just don't know anymore.  I don't know anything.  I don't care, and I don't know.  I don't like anybody.  And I don't like much of anything.  I say, "What the fuck am I doing here?" alot.  I wonder why it's all so fucked up.  Tell me what to do to care."

Her answer was:

"I've actually thought alot about why I care about anything really, and honestly I don't know. ...  No, no, I am not going to fall into apathy.  I am just saying that I don't know why I care; I don't care why I care--I just do.  I'm always listening to what people say; I feel like everyone has so much to say.  Things that I agree or disagree with, find funny or sad, or anywhere in between, but whatever they say is important to me.  That's why I care.  The relations here that lift you up and make you happy.  I probably didn't explain that very well, but I hope you understand."

That was actually very helpful to me.  It also helped that I got to leave, watch some movie scenes on my ipod, go home, and sleep.  It's always better in the morning.  And it is better.  I feel stronger, more sure of myself, more ready to face the world--though why that matters I have no idea. 

And goddammit; I can't even do this happening legitimate justice.  It was a rather unimportant event, but it evicted many negative feelings from my viewpoint.  And all I can do is write about how some girl told me something, and I, whom I have portrayed as a weak person, took it as the ultimate judgment on life.  Goddamnit, I hate people, life, the internet, all of it.  I hate the idea of being connected or disconnected with people.  I hate being a sentimental idiot who can't get any comments, visitors, or anything based on his actual awesomeness.  Hang it all.  Life is a piece of shit, and it will forever-on be a full-on shit party.

Music

I recently was introduced to a band called fun.  The first song of theirs that I heard was Be Calm.  And I have listened to all the songs on their album, Aim and Ignite, which is an excellent album.  I think that Be Calm is still my favorite, though I also like At least I'm not As Sad As I used to be, All the Pretty Girls, and The Gambler.  I also need to listen to more Passion Pit, other than just Moth's Wings.

I also need to listen to more MIKA than just By the Time, Over My Shoulder, and Relax, Take it Easy.

Some more songs that are influencing me some lately are: Rise Against's The Approaching Curve and Roadside, Phish's Waste, Radiohead's Creep, Scala & Kolacny Brothers' Creep, Wilco's You Never Know, Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek, Adam Lambert's Broken Open, a-ha's Take On Me, Ben Folds's Still, and Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright, Jason Castro, or Jeff Buckley (take your pick).

Of Course

I was listening to the radio today, and I heard an interesting advertisement/commercial.  It was by a church in our area that was advocating the abandonment of tolerance, saying that tolerance is not a moral good.  Jesus is the only truth, and tolerance is a tool of the devil.  I think that in this situation the commercial was saying to not allow the existence of Muslims, but I have a feeling that the ad was specifically vague so that it could both keep their asses out of the fire and encompass any other things that the good ole Christians have to put up with. 

Of course, however, I should have expected this eventually--since I live in the South (of the US).  And of course, I should have known this would come up the day after I had that chat with BB

However, I told BB about it, and he said that the church in the ad was incorrect.  So, I would like to state that one of the most devout people I know, as well as his church, supports the toleration and love of non-Christians.  I find it reprehensible that people can be such bigots as to hate other people because of their race or preference.  And for the church to be advocating this hatred is unacceptable.  Did nobody learn from the Holocaust, the Internment camps, the gulag, the liquidation of the kulaks, the (opposing example of the) radical Muslims?

Do not be a hater.  It is mean, cruel, and spiteful.  You will not make any worthwhile friends by spouting out about how you hate another person for some outward reason.  Come on, most of the people who do this kind of thing are grown-ups; you people are better than that.  Only you can prevent forest fires of bigotry.

BB's Advice

-Madison, I don't care if you hate your church .  I just don't care.  Hate God. Whatever.  But don't spread your slime.  This push (from all of you) for dark, depressing, "morbid" idealism is disgusting and frankly just mean.  People want to sympathize, but nobody wants to just hear someone sulk about "the truths of the world."  You want things to change?  Fix them.  Wanna be an atheist?  Quit going to church.  But don't try to bring others down who are happy, whether or not they are fooling themselves.  There's nothing redeeming about that.

I don't mean this in an angry way, Mad.  I'm not upset.  Just kinda over it.  Idk if you do the same thing to RD, but I'm sure its depressing.-

A friend told me that after I told him I wanted to walk out of the church I was at (anger about veritably being made to go to church every sunday or start a war, and having to sit through a "pat-yourself-on-the-back" day--which was utterly disgusting and probably present in some-odd number of churches, though not all).  He was fed up with my whining and he told me so.  So, I am making a resolution to stop whining about how much I hate certain things; I am going to stop irritating that specific friend and find ways to actually attack the nastiness that can be found in the world as well as include the positives.

Another Brick in the Wall - Part 1

 LINK:
Another Brick in the Wall - Part 1

All the little slights that people commit against us.  All the times that we are attacked by the things people say and do.  It's especially prevalent when you have a thoughtful mind, and a load of arrogance.  The song pretty much speaks for itself.  However, the movie adds to it a lot.  If you like allegory, you would love this entire album.

Go fuck yourself.  And throw in a few I hate the world's just for kicks. So stfu.  And go rot in a ditch.  That is meant for everyone who has ever been alive.  It is the soundest advice I can give you.

The Thin Ice

LINK:
 The Thin Ice - THE WALL

Should I fall through that hole?  It would be easy to just tread heavily and fall into a hole of war.  Everybody seems to be watching.  And yet nobody seems to be here most of the time.  I noticed the other week that when I talk in a group people tend to listen.  They actually stop to hear what the almighty Madison has come up with out of the profoundness of his mind.  It's kind of annoying; it seems that they are trying to catch me at whatever slight pothole I fall into.  Or perhaps they are trying to find some sort of route, and they are asking me because surely I must have all the answers. 

When this happens, I want nothing more than to not be judged and to be ignorant--a cute, horny bunny rabbit as Donnie Darko puts it.  But since I was thinking about it anyway, I decided to draw a conclusion: that would be hell.  To have nobody pay any attention to me would be torture.  I need some sort of recognition in order to give a flip about anything.

So perhaps it is in fact a bad thing to skate on and fall through the thin ice.

In the Flesh?

LINK:
In the Flesh? - THE WALL

Is it really real?  Does everything truly exist? Is anything real?  The better question might be: Does it matter?  So what if life actually exists?  So what if there were to be a "God" standing before my detached soul when I eventually die?  So what if I were to be reincarnated?  ...  Do I care?

Honestly, I could not care about the end of my life if somebody payed me (Well, I might put out a frontal illusion of caring, but it would not be sincere...).  It would not bother me in the slightest if I were to die at this exact moment.

Going back to the "God" reference, I would like to state that I may at heart have at least a small extent of a belief in "God".  However, I am a firm believer in stubbornness and the right to stand on firm ground.  It is not fair to force us to live this life as a test.  And before you LDS magicians jump in on me, I would like to state that it does not count as "our choice" if our current consciousness did not make the choice.  Though, technically, the act of staying alive up until now kind of denotes me, you, us as accepting the challenge of living life.  Hmm... For some reason, I feel that there must be some sort of fallacy within that logic.  Possibly it is circular.  IDK, if I look at this post some time in the future, I may change it to be more coherently organized and thus present at least a semblance of a well-supported argument. 

But back to the argument.  Since it was not the choice of my own mind to arrive in this life, I am boycotting "God".  Thus it is just easier to say, I don't believe in you than to say we're at odds.  BB will like that... (:  RD will think it's kind of funny. 

In order to coincide with the song, this post should be marked by indecisively building anger and a sense of fed-up power.  However, it seems that it turned into a rant about religion.  Ahh, such an easy topic to discuss.

"Goddammit" is used in Catcher in the Rye alot

I just want to scream "fuck" as loud as I can.  If I were to yell said word, I would follow it by a stream of all other curses that I know.  I would probably then begin to cry.  Then yell some more.  And finally just go break something as thoroughly as I possibly could.  After that, i would presumably be calmer, and I would try to do something to mend my mental state of disarray, confusion, anger, whatever the hell you want to call it.  I'm so tired of life.  It is really not worth living when you think about every single fucking thing that happens and live in a place with such ridiculously disjointed, hateful people.

Meaning?

He is a shade of himself.  He feels that life is something to walk through, always with his palms held outward to protect himself, always on guard.  He does not seem to care when he is hurt; it is simply another file to add to his collection.  It makes him wonder why he keeps himself alive, and he always comes back to the same conclusion:  he wants to see the end.  He treats everything as something to be watched and observed, not as something to handle in his own hands.  He wants to be independent of everyone and everything, but he cannot do that until he has money to call his own and a space to make his own.

            When he listens to music, it is always of the sad variety.  He will listen to songs with titles such as “Hallelujah,” “Almost Lover,” “Desperado,” and “Lost.”  He wants meaning, but he wants that meaning to be something real.  He wants a purpose, but his tendency to analyze and assess constantly makes him see all aspects of life as meaningless.  And so he waits.  He waits for something to come along that will interest him—something that he will want to have and understand.

The world he lives in makes him feel guilty to be alive, to be taking up space.  He sees those around him as spoiled, stuck-up idiots.  They are not so smart as to be rewarded, and they are useless more than anything else.  He wonders why they try, either.  Perhaps it is for his own reason, but he thinks that maybe it is unique for every person.  Some feel that life is something to enjoy, that it is something to be taken advantage of; they say to “grab life by the horns” and twist it to your own amusement.  Others feel that they can make a difference, that they can change something.  They want to make something into an entirely new thing that is better and more their own than the thing that it once was.  Others are like him; they search and search, watching and waiting for the moment that will bring meaning—because surely it has not come yet.

            He often finds himself with tears in his eyes or welling under his cheeks.  He feels the urge to cry when he is faced with the confusion of life, but that is only because he is a teenager.  And even as he writes this, he wonders if maybe he is wrong.  He thinks this after everything he thinks because he knows it is the one dogma that can almost always be proven true.  As time progresses, he begins to see that life holds only the meaning that we as people give to it.  And so, he decides that he wants life to have no meaning because he is afraid that he will fail if there is meaning.  He has felt throughout his life what it is to fail, and he hates that feeling.  He hates the dejection, coldness, and badness that comes with failure.  And so he wanders, adding to his pool of ideas and experiences so that he can show that he has learned much in his lifetime.

            He hates the idiocy that he sees in others.  He hates that his brothers hate certain people because of the way that they look and the connotations that their people have inadvertently obtained.  He hates that his parents are trying to give life to a failing institution that is not worth what they try to give it.  He has to concede to these people every day, and he feels so fake, so like a hypocrite that it is painful at times.  He wonders “Why?” constantly, and yet he cannot stand any of the answers he gets.  They are all so ridiculously useless that he feels empty almost constantly.  That is what it is to be without a purpose—empty.  There is a hole in his chest that he constantly seeks to fill, and yet he is never satisfied with what he finds and tries to place into that empty place; it is always rejected.

            And so he waits.  He does not know what it is that he waits for, but he hopes it will come.  He hopes that someday something will happen that actually matters.  He longs for that day, that day when he will have a purpose. 

Even better than "cellardoor"

Why, oh why, do we do the things we do?  We hurt, we hate, we fear.  We do not love.  We do not give.  We do not care about others--except when it benefits us.  Why do we not just love each other?  What is fucking wrong with us?

Why do we live such disjointed lives?  Why are we so scared of being discovered as slightly different?  Why must we fear what others think?  Why do we have to judge each other?  Why does it matter how old you are physically if you are mentally an adult--or at least, more mature than many of the "adults" who are allowed to make their own decisions and live their own lives?  Why must I live with a "family" which disapproves of my existence and ultimately thinks me to be an idiot?

Why?

Why is the Best Word Ever

 

Hey look, it’s a blog!

Yup, so I made a blog.  I'm just getting the feel for this; so don't expect any spectacular special effects.  Anyhow, I guess that I should state a few preliminary facts.  I am a guy.  I have a mother, father, brother, and dog with which I live.  I have another brother who is at (US, not European) college.  My father is a bit slow, as is my younger brother.  My mother is not the brightest of bulbs on the tree, but she is rather intelligent.  And finally, my older brother is also not as smart as some of the other people who inhabit this planet, but he is quite judgmental--even though he has high mental capacities.  And of course, in terms of mental capacity--I have a lot.  I am no Steven Hawkings; if I was, I would have used some word other than "a lot". 

(Another) "Anyhow", I am now like 6 hours from being seventeen years old; my birthday is in fact 10-10-93.  Yup, you guessed it; that means that tomorrow, 10-10-10, is my birthday.  It's even the same day of the week as my actual birth date.  My mom told me this morning that I was born a Sunday baby and how that means that I am a blessing.  My internal response was, 'Oh great, she's going to again draw religion into the picture.'  But then I got over it, and I went on.

That exclamation point at the end of the title of this entry should be laced in sarcasm.  Yes, even though sarcasm is the language of the weak, I am going to use it a lot.  So get over it; or else embrace it.  I will probably put up a list of the most influential things that I have stumbled upon in my life so far in the next post that I put up.  And now, I am going to abruptly end this post with a question.  Who here falls into the "I'm not a total jock or cheerleader" club?