It seems that life is too difficult to get through all by yourself. I got up really early this morning because I was thinking about a lot of random stuff. I thought about the Virginia Tech incident the most. The man that murdered everybody, he said he did it out of vengeance and hatred. I think he did it because he was lonely. I do detest the fact that he murdered 32 innocent lives, but I can’t help but pity him. There’s lonely and there’s being alone. This guy is lonely. So lonely that he began to develop crazy thoughts and dumb actions. That goes back to my point. When does loneliness takes over you? When does it drives you to the edge? When does it begins to cloud your judgment? Good rule of thumb: like a tumor, when it gets old enough to talk, get rid of it. Crazy people always use the excuse “Someone else is talking to me in my head.” That’s probably you, no duh. So learn a lesson here today. Go out and make friends. Don’t be lonely. Keep a cheerful attitude, and by all means don’t go out and massacre 32 random people just because you got a grudge against the world.
Eye rearlee nee 2 lurn hao too spelllll. Tuesday, Apr 17 2007
Really Valuable Life Lessons 11:04 pm
Last night I, for some reason, listened to (get this) Enya for about an hour. I never know how soothing her music was but it was also very…… odd. I warn you, do not listen to Enya for several hours, you will wake up finding yourself flying in the sky while dodging (get this) airplanes and ducks. I really forgot how good some songs are. I try to remember the songs that I sang when I was little but I just can’t remember them. Music is a wonderful tool, you can use it for almost anything. I remember in 1oth grade, when I was taking my mid-term I kept singing Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms. New Booty” in my head. There was one line “Get it right, get it right, get it tight!” and that line alone motivated me so much to “get it right.” I ended up passing that mid-term with flying colors. I believe music has the power of healing also. When my friend was ill, I remember sitting next to her bed and quite literally lifting her out of her pain with a ballad of romantic break-up songs. I remember starting out with “You Are Not Alone”, followed up with “Complicated Heart”, continued with “My Heart Will Go On”, added Diana Ross’s most needy song “Touch Me In The Morning”, and finally ended with an inspiration by the Bee Gees to help my friend keep “Staying Alive.” She threw hot soup at me. But nonetheless, the power of music prevailed and always. Save the music, don’t let it die, and whatever you do, never sing “The Mistake of Love” at a wedding.
Hey Kevin Spacey, Pay Me Back For K-Pax! Saturday, Mar 17 2007
Really Valuable Life Lessons 9:19 pm
I went to the movies yesterday to do what all normal teenagers do, watch 300. I thought the movie had so-so acting and an average storyline. In other words it wasn’t bad. The graphics, however, were incredible and astonishing. So that got me to thinking a question that is as old as ever. Do you go to see a movie for the storyline or the special effects? Yeah, yeah, surely I’ll get one of those indecisive answers like “Well, both kinda matters.” Oh shut up. Why can’t people just decide on one? I’ve finally concluded that all people are supremely insecure of themselves. They are so insecure that they have to pick an answer that falls into the thin line between the positive and the negative. That way others around will just see them as fitting in. Whatever happen to picking ONE thing and backing it up? “Do you like ice cream or yogurt?” “Um I don’t know I think I like both.” Here’s how that should have been “I like ice cream because that’s just me. Yogurt is just too ‘bacterially’ for me and I can’t bring myself to enjoy it without having a bucket nearby to regurgitate the atrocious taste out.” Now see, isn’t that much better than “Oh I don’t really have an opinion because I lack confidence and I am afraid others will see me as blah.” I don’t know, anyways I just realize that I have typed way to much so I will stop. Oooh another point, people are too lazy to read long things; they want it fast and simple. Lazy bums.
