- It's 3:38 and I still have 3 bio labs left.
- I hate biology.
- Swarthmore.
- Only $1,264 per year..being poor is nice.
- ^False statement. Poverty sucks.
- Laptop build date = May 20th = >_>
- Won my first wager (of $5)..in 13 innings. Yay Padres!
- Sunkist gummies are amazing.
- I hate biology.
- This is the first semester I've ever turned in anything late..and it might result in 3 B's or worse (also a first).
- 4 marketing assignments..
- I would mouth off so bad if I played tennis.
- Must register to vote.
- Wonder what mom will do if/when she finds out about my sports betting account.
- I better be able to find flannel sheets for college.
- Lol, sleep..
- Why are we doing a video project in English with the AP exam two weeks away?
- Why am I babbling about school?
- Wonder if I'll be in the track meet Saturday..12.13?
- I want to do a decathalon.
- I'm still running away. Stop me.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician, or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time, he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war.
- Pablo Picasso
- Pablo Picasso
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
(this exchange occurred within a minute)
Ben: dude
duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude
o m f g JOEEEEEEEEEE
me: lolwut
Ben: someone gave me
me: AIDS
Ben: the entire soundtrack to sonic adventure 2 battle
me: NO WAYYYY
Ben: do you know how many times I ran through the first level
me: WITH ESCAPE FROM THE CITY??
Ben: finding that damn lost chao
YES.
me: OMFG
Ben: I LOVE THAT SONG
me: SKDLFJVNSDLFJKSDFG
Ben: SAFSDGASDHGF
Ben: dude
duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude
o m f g JOEEEEEEEEEE
me: lolwut
Ben: someone gave me
me: AIDS
Ben: the entire soundtrack to sonic adventure 2 battle
me: NO WAYYYY
Ben: do you know how many times I ran through the first level
me: WITH ESCAPE FROM THE CITY??
Ben: finding that damn lost chao
YES.
me: OMFG
Ben: I LOVE THAT SONG
me: SKDLFJVNSDLFJKSDFG
Ben: SAFSDGASDHGF
Monday, February 21, 2011
You are what's wrong with the world.
You have no shred of self-respect, no ability to create for yourself. You derive all of your power from your image and effect on others. You may have disliked me at first, but you hated me once you realized that I did not care -- that your disapproval had no effect. You hated me more because I am not reactionary, and I will not waste my time casting hatred in return because I do not seek approval from you or from others who may agree with my opinion. You are powerless to control me, and that is the basis of your hatred. You go further and, through extortion, through any means you have, turn others against me. You think that I'll regard the opinions of a group higher than those of an individual; I won't. You keep drilling and drilling with personal attacks, like it's your mission to destroy and conquer me. You may conquer how others respect me, but you'll never touch my self-respect.
You hated competing with me for attention because I did not compete. You disparage competitiveness -- I saw your name under the "anti-capitalism" column -- but really, you are a slave to said dogma. You compete for the worst prizes, too: influence, pity, and attention, all the products of others. You believe that you're so much more enlightened than others that you won't even share your vaguely-leftist beliefs (even if, say, an APUSH homework grade is at stake). You don't want doors opened for you, because you think (or say) you have dignity: I can open my own doors too, but I'm not swollen with a facade of pride like yourself.
There are people who can be shown altruism, like Randy, and there are those who can't. The former can enrich your life (mutualistic), but the latter will suck the life from you (parasitic). I know your type; you are the latter. You're a leech. You attach yourself to the most confident and competent person who will take you and you feed off of them. You control them through their own pity. You manipulate their emotions to suit what you want from them. You justify your actions with selfish motives -- "I need you" -- but you expect and preach selflessness. You may know the truth, but you'll never admit it; for all the independence you feign, for all the approval you seemingly don't need, for all your self-propagated nonconformity, you can only live through others. You aggrandize yourself with how little you supposedly care what others think. You're such a maverick. You crush the freedom you claim to have and admire: the only way to love a person is to love their actions, but you restrict those, and thus you are never capable of love. You can never create an emotion or thought of your own. You argue that those feelings you do have are unique; they are not. They are borrowed.
I was victim to another like you (though absent of your desire for power) last year; I couldn't say no. I couldn't leave it because I felt binded by my pity, so I gave it whatever it wanted -- verbally. I spared it the pain of abandonment, but substituted that with false hope. It was harmful to both sides. I was broken by it, I broke another with it, but I've learned, and I've freed myself. It's gone now, and I won't talk to it again.
I know I'll never fix the world. I have no desire to do so. I'll just ignore it, along with you, and I'll have my eudemonia.
---------
Man hates you; man hates your passion
You give your all in subtle fashion
Resist the urge, their temptation
To join the faceless generation
They stuff you with ideals and shoulds
But turn away your honest good
When you break from the beaten path
It's not a stunt, not an attack
Keep your dross and toss your gold
As you run, the sky unfolds
Burn your path, your scripts, your ways
And never let them catch you
You have no shred of self-respect, no ability to create for yourself. You derive all of your power from your image and effect on others. You may have disliked me at first, but you hated me once you realized that I did not care -- that your disapproval had no effect. You hated me more because I am not reactionary, and I will not waste my time casting hatred in return because I do not seek approval from you or from others who may agree with my opinion. You are powerless to control me, and that is the basis of your hatred. You go further and, through extortion, through any means you have, turn others against me. You think that I'll regard the opinions of a group higher than those of an individual; I won't. You keep drilling and drilling with personal attacks, like it's your mission to destroy and conquer me. You may conquer how others respect me, but you'll never touch my self-respect.
You hated competing with me for attention because I did not compete. You disparage competitiveness -- I saw your name under the "anti-capitalism" column -- but really, you are a slave to said dogma. You compete for the worst prizes, too: influence, pity, and attention, all the products of others. You believe that you're so much more enlightened than others that you won't even share your vaguely-leftist beliefs (even if, say, an APUSH homework grade is at stake). You don't want doors opened for you, because you think (or say) you have dignity: I can open my own doors too, but I'm not swollen with a facade of pride like yourself.
There are people who can be shown altruism, like Randy, and there are those who can't. The former can enrich your life (mutualistic), but the latter will suck the life from you (parasitic). I know your type; you are the latter. You're a leech. You attach yourself to the most confident and competent person who will take you and you feed off of them. You control them through their own pity. You manipulate their emotions to suit what you want from them. You justify your actions with selfish motives -- "I need you" -- but you expect and preach selflessness. You may know the truth, but you'll never admit it; for all the independence you feign, for all the approval you seemingly don't need, for all your self-propagated nonconformity, you can only live through others. You aggrandize yourself with how little you supposedly care what others think. You're such a maverick. You crush the freedom you claim to have and admire: the only way to love a person is to love their actions, but you restrict those, and thus you are never capable of love. You can never create an emotion or thought of your own. You argue that those feelings you do have are unique; they are not. They are borrowed.
I was victim to another like you (though absent of your desire for power) last year; I couldn't say no. I couldn't leave it because I felt binded by my pity, so I gave it whatever it wanted -- verbally. I spared it the pain of abandonment, but substituted that with false hope. It was harmful to both sides. I was broken by it, I broke another with it, but I've learned, and I've freed myself. It's gone now, and I won't talk to it again.
I know I'll never fix the world. I have no desire to do so. I'll just ignore it, along with you, and I'll have my eudemonia.
---------
Man hates you; man hates your passion
You give your all in subtle fashion
Resist the urge, their temptation
To join the faceless generation
They stuff you with ideals and shoulds
But turn away your honest good
When you break from the beaten path
It's not a stunt, not an attack
Keep your dross and toss your gold
As you run, the sky unfolds
Burn your path, your scripts, your ways
And never let them catch you
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
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