Tuesday, December 29, 2009


So I'm back from Wisconsin.
I have a ton more stuff to write, but it'll have to come later, for many reasons.  In the meantime, though, I'm thinking of changing the name of this blog to "Subliminal Intent."


Sunday, December 20, 2009

Probable farewell

So I'm heading up to Green Bay, WI from the 21st 'til the 28th.  I'm not sure if I'll have blogging-access, so this may be a week-long hiatus.

In the meantime, I have a question:
How many people actually read this blog (without having to have me tell them to)?  I'm curious.  Do me a favor and comment on this post, no matter who you are.  If you have to make a blogger account, then SO BE IT!
Thanks. :)

Friday, December 18, 2009


As your ears and eyes have noticed by now, I've made some changes. First of all, the blog is now wider. It always bothered me how narrow the posts were. Now they're nice and wide. Actually, they might be too wide now. I might end up narrowing them eventually.

Also, I added a music playlist to the side of my blog. Bwahaha; your ears are at my mercy!
(though if you can't stand it, don't whine.  Click the pause button.)
That first song on the list—"Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence—has been my favorite song since 2003.  I forgot how much I loved it until now. =D

Now, see, all of this was made possible by the fact that I finally figured out how to edit HTML code. This means that I can now do whatever I want to my blog now. Yay. :D

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Random noticings

So I'll be heading up to Green Bay, WI for Christmas.  That'll be really great, I love my family up there, but rarely get to see them.  I'm very excited. :)

I saw G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra again.  I actually liked it the second time; I'm not sure why.

I also saw New Moon, just for the heck of it.
UGGGHHHH.  That was frustratingly... frustrating.
Seriously! There is NOTHING redeeming about his character in that movie! At all!
It's really bad when the entire point of the story (the Edward/Bella relationship) makes absolutely no sense.
For further thoughts, I direct you to the below video review, as done by an overly excitable fake homeless person.  It's pretty much the greatest thing since sliced cheese. (caution: slightly foul language)


And check this out: I had a conversation a few minutes ago about the possibility of grasshoppers wearing underpants, when Elisabeth correctly pointed out that technically, at that point, if the grasshoppers didn't wear anything else over the underpants, their "underpants" would be overpants.

This is very important, as it puts an end to the "Superman wears his underpants on the outside" debate.  Technically, Superman wears overpants.

That is the thought with which I shall leave you.
Farewell, faithful readers.

Sunday, December 6, 2009


I have a dilemma.

I feel like school doesn't matter.

It's weird, but I feel like I should be doing things that matter.  Slaying dragons, fighting hordes of goblins, firing torpedoes down the exhaust port of the Death Star, etc. Those are fantastical things, of course, but the point stands.
It's easy for me to understand why the big life-or-death things matter.  Somehow, though, I can't seem to comprehend why school is important.  I know why it's important, of course. But I don't feel it.  I don't have that drive to succeed in school.  The irony is that I technically have the ability to be the perfect student.  Seriously; I have the absolute best personality type for being a student, and I've got more than enough mental ability to take whatever the school system can throw at me.  Despite that, however, I have no motivation for it.  All I've got are vague promises that "one day it'll pay off," and that I'm "building my future."

I also realize that by ignoring school, I'm essentially dooming my hopes and dreams.  And, probably most disturbingly, that doesn't bother me nearly as much as it should.  I guess in a weird way, my hope has faded considerably over the past few years.  I've still got hope, but apparently not enough faith and will to carry it through. 

No one needs me; there's no princess who'll be doomed if I don't do the right thing.  The only person that'll be hurt (other than emotionally, of course) by my failure is me.  And I'm beginning to care less and less.

I don't know what to do.  I want to be the person who can stand up and make the right choices, but I feel like I don't have any real reason to.

I don't have a cause to fight for, and it's driving me insane.