The one thing I've never had

A sense of belonging.  I'm almost always an outsider.  I just don't fit anywhere.  People love me, but I don't feel like I am a part of their world. 

And again, I don't care.

When all goes to hell

http://concessioncomic.com/

Concession was a good comic.  I looked up to Immelmann for a while.  I'm abit apathetic about Immelmann now--Concession still elicits good thoughts.

For the past few weeks, I just have not cared about posting.  I truly have nothing to say--well nothing that is worth saying and that I can articulate well.  The French word for nothing is "rien".  The latin for it is "nihil".  The French use "of nothing" (de rien) for "you're welcome" (or at least that's what my French teacher told me).

Perhaps I have not cared about posting because I have had nothing to care about lately.  In general, there has been nothing worth lamenting lately--at least, that's how it is in my little neck of the woods.  Or at least, my life has been going so well that it has drowned out the bad.

Something is growing on me, though.  That same loneliness.  AC, BB, and a few others have been greatly awesome the past couple weeks, but I want more (not with them; they're fine as is).  No, I want a man skilled at pleasing.  A scientist worthy of my efforts.  A philosopher to teach me.  A compatriot to enjoy.  A third willing to threesome with me and my nonexistant numero uno.  LOOOOOOL.

Something else is now growing on me.  Why is life good?  I had been assuming that this was a true statement.  But now,  I realize that I was just making the most of the situation.  My life could be so much more.  LOL.  (btw, lol is not el oh el.  It is loll.  Like troll with an L at the beginning instead of tr.)

LIFE, WHY CAN'T YOU BE IDEAL!?!?!?!  AAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRROOOOOPPPPPHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't care.

Big whoop

I just don't see the big deal about not following tradition.  What's wrong with deviating from the norm?  Hell, my ideal future--in its simplest form--is finding at least one good mate.  But i think that having alot of mates would be pretty awesome.  Maybe I'll be a non-married polygamist (i.e. pimp-daddy prof).  P.S. "mate" is just a better word than "lover" or "significant other" because lover is too intense and significant other is lamely PC.

Image from http://www.weknowawesome.com/2011/03/10/the-sanctity-of-marriage-no-for-gays-yay-for-celebrities-edition/

Address to the people--be you anonymous or known

Hello, my fellow blogians.  I have been busy lately, and it seems sometimes a drag to write these posts.  But I do my best.  So, I want to revisit an event that happened to me around the date of March 9, 2011.  I was pickpocketed by a dirty rotten thief.  What a preposterous thing to do.  Don't worry if you had not read that post; I succeeded in reclaiming my property (an expensive calculator Ti84 for those of you wondering). Despite my father's prodding, I did not pursue the matter with a principal of the school or other administrator. 

But I wanted to talk about the young man that committed the act.  His name is Lucas.  I won't tell you a fictional story about how he was really just trying to call out for help or for a friend.  I will tell you, however, that we have coexisted from that point until now with no other problems.  We have even spoken as equals with no qualms against each other.

This did not happen because I did not rat on him.  It did not happen because he realized the error of his ways.  No, several things have happened since then, and I doubt that a single one made us "peaceful coexisters" moreso than the facts that I dislike conflict and am generally willing to forgive--provided that there is no umbrage of an unjust act overhanging the situation--and the fact that he did not continue to pursue the issue (i.e., we left each other alone mostly). 

In the 2.5 months since this happened, the boy's mother died.  As my teacher put it, he has a not-great family situation and was possibly close to some very bad decisions.  But he pulled through.  I would like to thank my teacher for that.  I feel like he was the main reason that Lucas did not fall into a very bad situation.  I feel like he had a profound effect on Lucas.  As the semester progressed, he gained Lucas's respect, and by the end of the semester, Lucas basically saw the teacher as a good adult figure in his life--possibly the best adult figure in his life.  By the end of the year, Lucas was always polite to the teacher, and he actually stayed awake every class (along with that, he tried to come to class every day).

I do not necessarily think that I had any big impact on Lucas.  I think that just being around decent human beings was what made him change.  From the first day of the year, our teacher said that his impression of his students was based on what actions they took in his class room--not by some prejudice from their looks, wealth, race, sex, past actions in the school, reports of past teachers, or any such prejudgments.  And I really think that that decency is what changed Lucas.  I also think that perhaps his mother's death freed him from certain things--be it his role in society, his place UNDERNEATH another human being, or the immediate amount of money that he might have had.

Anyway, Anonymous (not Ladyluck), I hope that answers your questions.  I don't really remember them now.  Anyway, I want you to read this.  And feel like you have had an impact.  And feel like man has some sort of decency to it.

Haha, Everybody has had finals

I have become a gleek.  Damn.  Sort of.  I've seen like 3 episodes.  And I don't care how stereotypical it is, I love it.