When Life Hands you Lemons

Wow, it’s been three weeks since I’ve updated. I’m still here, and things are irritating me, but I just haven’t been able to formulate ideas well enough for them to turn into decent blog posts. The last–I dunno–15 blog posts were of mediocre quality and I realize that.

I’ve had been having a really frustrating week. I always knew there was a drug problem at my school, I just didn’t realize how big it was until just recently. There are certain people whom I trusted who have been deliberately keeping me in the dark, and although I resent that, I probably would have done the same thing.

Wait. No, I wouldn’t have. I would not stoop so low as to resort to drugs to look “cool.” I don’t care what people say, it’s not cool. It would put me in the same category as those who get those 1.1 GPAs, skipping school to steal things or paint graffiti on the side of someone’s house.

“weed isn’t that bad.” Yeah, well, neither is murder. or rape. or arson.  Why don’t you go spend that money on something more worthwhile like all those crappy games you enjoy playing. Or buying NX for Maplestory. or on purple skin-tight pants. I know you want to. And at least it won’t kill you.

ghwomr;klwgnanreh. I’m frustrated. I nearly punched multiple holes in the wall of my room. I was honestly considering beating the crap out of each of you.

Come to your senses. Stop now before it’s too late. We care about you. Weed doesn’t just hurt yourself. It hurts the rest of us who notice and plead for you to stop.

stop.

STOP.

they’re everywhere. penetrating your masks, seeing through your facades. Don’t think it’s not happening. We see pain. most of the time we can tell when you’re suffering. Stop lying to us and ask for help.

for some reason our society is based on people who don’t want to ask for help. Maybe it’s because people think they will be looked down upon when they admit that they need help or have an issue of some sort. But let me tell you. It doesn’t matter if you  look like you’re weak. You can bounce back stronger than ever before. But that’s only if you take the right steps and seek help if you need it.

This bleeds over to other parts of your life. people have superficial relationships. people who claim to be Christian are hypocritical. people do drugs. have sex. drink. smoke. all because they don’t admit that they have problems.

keep this up and you will die. your problems will only get worse. and then you’ll die.

But for the people who are not suffering from these problems, good job. I salute thee and thy efforts.

No, my blog hasn’t died. I’ve just run out of topics to blog about.

You see, most of my ideas come from things we learn about in school or something similar: for example, last year I blogged constantly about transcendentalism and the idea of self-reliance. Sophomore year I blogged about my experiences with the children at Columbia.

This year, I haven’t come across anything particularly engaging to blog about. Yet. At school we’ve touched upon the idea of ‘man playing God,” but I think I’ve already written about that sometime in the past.

One of the things  I wanted to talk about was the pattern of not being satisfied with things you have. Sure, you may be satisfied with your home for a few years or a decade, but sooner or later you’ll want to move out of it. Who’s heard of anybody living in the same house for fifty years straight? Now, with all these technological advances, anybody can move from point A to point B in a matter of hours. And no matter how much we have, we continually want more and more things. I bought the parts for my computer about two years ago now and I’ve already made three changes to it. We just want more and more.

Especially this thing about wanting more for less. We want to make our devices faster without having to pay as much. You’re not gonna get anywhere near the Alienware hardware if you’re not willing to pay the Alienware price (actually, a lot of the cost is for the name, but that’s a blog for a different time).

I still have these crazy theories. I think that 2012 is when we make a breakthrough in medicine and God will decide that we’ve come far enough and destroy mankind. Yeah, I’m going into the idea of “man playing God” now. I don’t want to be around when we become able to reanimate dead tissue or clone people. Especially if this technology becomes legalized and free to the public. Anybody with enough money will be able to genetically create the perfect soldier and make countless copies of them, leading to utter and ruthless domination of the earth.

One of my teachers was talking about an article he read about how some scientists are pretty close to creating technology that can teleport things. Wonkavision! Let’s hope there isn’t a snotty little kid that wants to be transported by television.

It’s fun to sing along with music, but instead of singing the melody, singing the tritone harmony. 😀

I wrote this for an English assignment, and I thought it was so good that I just couldn’t wait to share it with you guys!

O hast that sayeth the moon
Why hast thou eateth the trees
For eating trees is my boon
And it very well is free.

Though light may shine on my face
Illuminating the worst of my features
I sit and stare off into space
As I wonder about Frankenstein’s creature.

Aristotle, yesteryear
Discovered the beauty of suns
And from then on he made it very clear
That we are to respect ‘dem nuns.

Now, this poem is quite horrendous
Poetry isn’t quite my strong suit;
Yet I sit here waiting for my boot
Were you expecting something stupendous?

From here I insert convolution
Mainly in the form of diction:
Incomprehensible circumlocution
Seems to cause a lot of friction.

Sorry, guys. I haven’t had much time to think.

Okay, that’s a lie.

I’ve finally gotten myself to try in school. I had no idea that trying was this easy. If I had known how easy this was, I would have tried years ago.

But no. It looks as if I’m going to have near a 4.0 for my entire senior year, when it doesn’t even matter. Stupid me.

Reflection for my classes:

Orchestra: orchestra.

Stats: Not really what I’d call “math.” It’s identifying charts, graphs, tables etc by their types and making some of our own. But honestly, I’m really glad it’s not very hard.

Government: The teacher is really chill, which is pretty awesome, and the classwork is super easy. My teacher is the one who teaches all the other teachers what to teach and how to grade the AP test. Hence: Oh yeah.

Music Theory: The workload is a buttload, and the concepts are difficult to grasp, but it’s a fun yet tiny class. Go Mr. Steves.

English: I dislike this class. The teacher is a numbnut and some of the people in the class shouldn’t be in it.

Java: Fun? I guess. It’s kind of hard to understand the concepts in this class, too.

Of my six classes, five are AP (can you guess which one isn’t?). Of my five teachers, three of them are male. I’ve had two of them before, and I’m trying to befriend all of my male teachers so they don’t see me as one of those “f— school” types.

But hey, this is pretty easy. The latest I’ve worked until is around 5. With distractions. I think I could have been done around 4. An hour and a half of homework max.

Fun stuff.

Crap. College apps.