A real blog entry.

Last Thursday my ice cream scoop was due. We had to make 3-d replicas of some normal household objects/tools. They assigned us either a vice grip, sewing shears, or ice cream scoop. For some reason, the class refers to them all as tools even though an ice cream scoop is technically a kitchen utensil. Anyway I got there late, only by a couple of minutes though. I had just finished the project right before class, and it wasn't thee greatest of 3-d paper sculptures, but I was proud to have finished it, and I thought it was okay considering the rules were no glue or tape, and I opted not to go with sewing, because I think it's like cheating, considering the other materials you can't use. I was watching all the other kids in my class get criticized for their work, and it seemed unfair, because they had some really good work. I hope that the teachers were just being so critical in order to broaden our minds and our choices for more creative work, and not just telling us what to do to make it "better." If they're just being mean... STOP STEPPING ON MY CREATIVITY, it's hard enough trying to be original and creative without you badgering me.

So anyway, we weren't just graded on our 3-d paper objects, but also the template pieces that we used in making them and what creative composition we could come up with to put them on paper. I hadn't put a lot of extra thought into my composition, because I had only left time to concentrate on the object. None the less, I had one and I waited until they almost got done critiquing all the projects to put mine up. As I was about to hang my own up, I realized how straight and perpendicular everyonelse's compositions were. It just so happened that most of my composition was along two sides of the paper and I thought that it would be interesting to hang it diagonally with those two sides at the bottom so that the bottom of the paper had a lot of visual weight (quite the dramatic effect). But that's not why I really did it, I just didn't want to normal for some reason, I kind of wanted to reject the system. The primary reason I hung it up diagonally was simply because I knew that they would ask why I did it, and I wanted them to ask, I wanted to be thought provoking (you know, raise some questions, mix it up a little). When they did ask, and I told them that, they did NOT like it, they told me that doing something just so that people will ask is not a reason for doing something, and not an answer to their question. They were so worried about it, they didn't even talk about my composition. In short, they ripped me apart... big time. After they got done ripping on me, they just moved right on to my ice cream scoop with out mentioning anything about my composition. I felt victimized. I felt like I might almost be ready to cry. But not nearly as much as I did when we saw Seventh Day Slumber at Wartburg. That time, I did.

This week though, I get to redo the project to my teacher's liking for a better grade. I don't know why she's being so generous, but I thank her greatly. We also have to do another project where we use pieces from our template (at least 30) to make an new 3-d object, an abstract container of space. For those of you thinking tupperware when I say container of space... no! It just means that it takes up space and contains it. In fact, the idea is that it not look recognizable, so it would be bad if it looked anything like tupperware.

This weekend, Jessica called me, but I wasn't there to recieve the call, and that makes me really sad. You can't even imagine how much I miss her right now.... and all the time.

Today I went to Target with Jake and Sam, my future roommates. I got a new pair of jeans, and that is so exciting. Other than that, we walked around looking for snacks and oogling at electronics, while I held Sam back from buying anything ridiculous or unnecessary as that is what he had instructed me to do before hand. We also found a crazy awesome smelling green apple candle which was addicting and I wanted to eat it... that's how good it smelled. I wanted to buy it just so I could hold it up to my nose and smell it every once in a while. It was soooo good.

Going shopping reminds me though... of how broke I am. I need to get a job or something. Maybe I can try to give plasma like my roommate. Maybe I can withstand it and not nearly die again like the last time I gave blood (warning: this is a dramatization, not to be taken seriously and I did not really nearly die). Maybe I won't just about pass out right after they start to take my blood. It's not something I do consciously, I am perfectly fine with needles being in me and with seeing blood or even losing it, just for some reason my body rejects the idea of losing so much blood in a controlled environment and makes me feel sick therefore not allowing me to continue. The lady at the blood center, where I live, told me that I should not even try giving blood for at least three years, it's been at least two (I think).

Lately, I have been having all these self actualizing thoughts, like I'm trying to figure out why I am the way I am and why I do the things I do, and where I fit into the big picture. I wish I could remember some of them to put down right now, I have so many of them that I don't take the time to write them down. There would be a lot, and if I was able to let you know some of them, you would see how frustrating it is since most of them contradict each other. I can't figure myself out. I'll work on trying to write some of them down.

One thing interesting about this post is the time at which it was posted, you see, my weekends get mighty screwed up, I stay up really late and sleep in through a bunch of the day. Tonight I ended up being tired from last night and I fell asleep at about 7:00 PM, but I apparently didn't need that much sleep because I couldn't help but waking up again at Midnight, and couldn't get back to bed so I decided to post an entry.

The good stuff, stuff to live by.

This is a bunch of stuff that I spotted on the internet. Some of it is from people I know and some from people I don't. None of it is mine, but I like it so much that its me.

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I watch stuff that contradicts my beliefs either to A) laugh at it (when I'm feeling closed-minded) or B) challenge my view to see if I've actually got a proper logical defense for it.

"I can't sing or dance, but I'm the star of the show!"

But I must go to bed before I fall asleep standing up or something
I must fall asleep before I go to bed standing up!
I am standing as if laying.

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[** scott here, THIS PART IS JUST ABOUT HOW I LIKED HOW A BUNCH PEOPLE HAD FUN/INTERESTING/AMUSING LISTS OF THINGS HAPPENING IN THEIR LIVES ON THEIR BLOGS... you may return **]

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd


http://home.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=37967315&Mytoken=F5AD9960-5342-47EA-96A9625CF29F7DC5693447812

The quote that suits you: I ran up the door, closed the stairs, said my pajamas, put on my prayers, turned off the bed and jumped in the light all because you kissed me goodnight. You are in love with love.

You want a Beautiful love, soft but passionate. You are probably very old fashioned and polite. You can't stand rude people, wolf whistles are to you only dis-respective and immature. You love nature and everything beautiful in life. You will fall for a guy that makes you forget about the rest of the world.

Everything inspires you. The flowers in the ground. The leaves on the trees. The mud on the road. Its all...beautiful to you. Although this obsession with love might get you hurt a lot in your lifetime, its good that you don't shy away from such a strong emotion. Please rate! It would really mean a lot!

i can write five hundred words about nothing.
Its actually much easier than one might think. I mean, its much tougher to actually write about something. Like tennis. I dont know shit about tennis; I wouldnt even know where to start. A ball, a net. But nothing? I could go on for days about nothing, I could say cloud pajama frog pants pickup truck birthday tree. Dont mean shit but that dont matter. Thats nothing. I suppose I could talk about antimatter. But if I talk about anti-matter then I have to talk about matter, and thats something. Oh! I could talk about Paris Hilton. Have you noticed my hatred for that demon-whore? Comparing yourself to Marilyn Monroe? Princess Diana I could give three shits about but Marilyn Monroe? Get the fuck out of here with your lazy eye. Shit, now were talking abut something. Its not hard, just distracting to write about nothing. Part of me just wants to say flipper cornfield space cadavers versus the sunshine glutton melon jockeys for battle royal in Christmas taco and perpetual jugglers. But that might seem weird. Maybe. Instead, Ill just go on and on about how this blog serves no purpose whatsoever. You wont gain any new information from it and it will barely summon a smile let alone a laugh. You will leave unfulfilled and with a bad taste in your mouth. And I wont even have to sleep with you. Ill just keep typing, so that in the end, I can put the last period on the last word and call it a blog. I figure Im about halfway there by now. I wrote a lot of papers in college, I remember what 500oopsI mean five hundredwords looks like. Its about twice as much as this. If I just copied and pasted right now, Im sure Id be up around five hundred words. Would you notice? Are you still reading this? Maybe just a test. Its about twice as much as this. If I just copied and pasted right now, Im sure Id be up around five hundred words. Would you notice? Are you still reading this? Good. Youre with me. So. Whats up? How are things? Im good. But lets not talk about that. Instead, let us focus on nothing at all. Lets take this opportunity to fully and completely comprehend the very stupidity, utter pointlessness and total waste of valuable personal, as well as professional time. Its staggering really. Maybe if I had some votes to tally and members to sort, I wouldnt have to resort to beer-side blogs about nothing. See if you can vote on these beauties and tell your friends to do the same. It would make me very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very happy.

Thanks.


ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.
FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk..
FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility or all your actions.
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

It's 4 am and I'm not asleep...I think I just like the intangible battle between wakefulness and sleep. The body lulling and jerking being played by the sugary sweet narcoleptic tune of the lulling mind, pulled back to the surface only by an act of willed conciousness or a startled reflex to the imbalance of sleep,...playing on that edge of whom controls whom. Yet we know who will win, or do we?...perhaps i cho0se to fall asleep...
-“Tamber”

Linda was quite lonely
On the day of love.
No one cared how well she fared
Or which way she might move.
No one thought her lovely
Or dreamed of her caress,
Or so she thought until she bought
A sexy dark red dress.
That dress had seemed a failure,
Though she had lost some weight.
Some men stared, but no one cared
Enough to make a date.
Her calendar was empty,
As empty as her heart,
When in this hell she heard the bell
And jumped up with a start.
Could it be? Oh, could it?
Here was her salvation!
To her joy a delivery boy
Was holding a carnation.
"Carnation-Gram," the boy said,
And handed her the box.
Who was it from? Perhaps someone
Who thought she was a fox.
All Linda's sadness vanished
As if it never were.
That little flower had the power
To set her heart astir!
And so when Johnny called her
In a little while,
She was primed in heart and mind
To greet him with a smile.
So please remember Linda
When starting a relation:
Her mood reversed when she got first
A single, cheap carnation!
By Turlough O'Carolan

Jonathan D. Eckert (Northern Indiana, IN) wrote
at 10:55pm
Christian girls are way more beautiful because they love God with all there heart and have an awesome relationship with there Heavenly Father, to me that’s more beautiful than outward appearance.

The more you know Jesus, the more you love Jesus.
The more you love Jesus, the more you want to follow Jesus.
The more you want to follow Jesus, the more you become like Jesus.
The more you become like Jesus, the more you become yourself.


She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man i swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten . . .
. . . She's got the cutest laugh i ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And i would still cherish every moment
And when i start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it

Somehow, I have to fall in love with people again.


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that is it. Oh I'm going to tell you that I had a really really good weekend. Only becuase I'm lazy, this is how I'm going to tell you what happened.

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Gosh I'm the laziest.

but this is what happened after Jess and I left: we ended up going home and spending the night there and then going back to college Sunday night. And
Meanwhile on Sunday afternoon I got to go snowmobileing for the first time since about five years ago.

Odd.

I have 107 GB's of music files on my computer, and I choose to listen to Yahoo Music.

Hurray, I finished my project.

It's snowing. Just enough to make it fun when you drive.

I'm going to bed.

Happy Ground Hog Day!

Is it really Ground Hog Day? If so, I wish all of you happy Ground Hog Day, and I also wish that I could watch the movie in celebration. Pretty good movie.