Friday, October 31, 2008

Flobots - Stand up

Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up We shall not be moved
Except by a woman dying from the loss of food
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

We still don't understand thunder and lightning
Flash back to when we didn't fund the dam
Didn't fund the damn levi? No wonder man
Now our whole damn city's torn asunder man
Under water but we still don't understand
We see hurricane spills over on the land
Through gaps you couldn't fill with a 100 tons of sand
No we still don't understand
We've seen planes in the windows of buildings crumbled in
We've seen flames send the chills through London
And we've sent planes to kill them and some of them were children
But still we crumbling the building
Underfunded but we still don't understand
Under god but we kill like the son of Sam
But if you feel like I feel like about the son of man
We will overcome

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Stand up We shall not be moved
Except by a woman dying from the loss of food
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
Except by a woman dying from the loss of food
Except by a freedom fighter bleeding on a cross for you
We shall not be moved
Except by a system thats rotten through
Neglecting the victims and ordering the cops to shoot
High treason now we need to prosecute

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
And we wont fight a war for fossil fuel
Its times like this that you want to plot a coo
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Unless were taking a route we have not pursued
So if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up

Now shake, shake
A Polaroid dream
nightmare negatives develop on the screen
We sit back and wait for the government team
Criticize they but who the fuck are we
The people want peace but the leaders want war
Our neighbors don't speak, peek thru the front door
House representatives preach "stay the course"
Time for a leap of faith
Once More

Put your hands up high if you havn't imagined
Hope that the pen strokes stronger than the cannon
Balls to the wall, Nose to the grindstone
My interrogation techniques leave your mind blown
So Place your bets lets speak to the enemy
Don't let em pretend that we seek blood
And who's we anyways Kemo Sabe?
Mighty warlord wanna-be street thug
a threat for a threat leaves the whole world terrified
blow for blow never settles the score
word for word is time need clarify
We the people did not want war

So Stand up
We shall not be moved
Except By a child with no socks and shoes
If you've got more to give then you've got to prove
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Unless were taking a route we have not pursued
So if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up and I'll copy you

I said Put your hands up and I'll copy you
Put your hands up and I'll copy you
if you've got a dream and a lot to do
Put your hands up


I love this song. It's got a point. I think I'm a pacifist
except for the most extreme circumstances.
And I hope the politicians hear this and take it to heart

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Out in the world

Where it's QUIET! I was about to have a mental, emotional, and convertible breakdown due to the country music blaring through my res. I hate it when a noise drowns out your own thoughts unless you put it there expressly for that purpose.

I lost all my blog thought dues to that.

Debating tonight. Quite an adventure. I was partnered with this philosophy major guy. Like HARDCORE PHILOSOPHY about everything. But interesting in spite of that. Anyway, we were debating whether Viagra should be marketed to people over 50. No one really had the energy to do a serious case, so the round fell entirely to crap, with our side (against Viagra for old people) bringing up points such as WWJD and sibling incest, and the opposition saying that it would be easier just to kill old people, and the JUDGE even getting in on the action with sarcastic comments. Then there were objects thrown and.... overall, a good debate.

Ok, this is backtracking a little, but I mentioned how philosophy guy was interesting in spite of himself. Like funny and stuff and entertaining. But I fb researched him (he added me!) and like seriously all he is is philosophy. What's with that? That's like having a lot of sauce, but no steak. Who does that?


I hate noisy people. I don't mean like loud, just noisy. Just a lot of sound and auditory pollution just eminate from them. And I just want to say SHUT UP! Don't you know what your missing? When you're noising away you can't hear what is going on. You can't hear the world; neither nature nor humanity. They all have a music a thousand times more necessary than this junk you spew out day and night. And even when I can't hear you I know it continues inside your mind, blocking you off from what the trees are shouting and the wind is singing and people are crying and dying but you still don't care Because you can't hear. Get out of your mind and into the world because in the end, you don't matter in the least.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Too much hatin'

Need to fix that.
But it's really so much easier to be negative.
Although I was really disappointed with certain events this morning, I was really determined to not let it ruin my day (although I admit it made me cry)
I went for a walk and had a random chat and found horses on campus.
Usually that would get me right back up to par. Today it took a little extra.
But I did it. I feel ok now. And yah, I was really disappointed and things didn't go like I wanted them to, but I suppose the lesson is that my determination to look on the bright side can overpower the universe's determination to screw me over.

So it's all good. Tea and the hopes of a good weekend coming up and the reassurance of a favourite book and texts from friends make it ok.

Now off to change my fb status, which hates the phone company, and my MSN status, which hates res...


Are the most comforting thing ever.
With the exception of textbooks, of course. Bleh!

But last night I started rereading "The Screwtape Letters". I had read it once before, a long time ago, and remembered it being very good, but I didn't remember it feeling so much like reading my own thoughts back to myself. There's only 2 other authors I've found that with: Fyodor Dostoyevsky (who wrote "The Brothers Karamazov") and Donald Miller (who wrote "Blue Like Jazz"). C.S. Lewis is probably my favourite author of forever. When I was a kid (and even now when I get the chance) I read the Chronicles of Narnia over and over and over. Then through highschool (and even now when I get the chance) I read the Cosmic Trilogy over and over and over. Just this past while I've found some books of his that are less well-known but are still amazing.
His books are so attractive for me because they blend theory and thought and theology in very subtle ways with fiction and adventure. He is like G.K. Chesterton in that sense. I admit he doesn't have the same wit and humour as Chesterton, but then again I don't agree as absolutely with Chesterton's theories.
Side note about Dostoyevsky: incredibly dark writer. Very much focused on the negative aspects of the human psyche, so he must be taken with a grain of salt if one wants to avoid becoming suicidal. I first read his book "The Double" when I was in a fairly angsty state. I loved it, and still do, but all things considered, I have moved past that moment in time where it resonated with my mind to the extent of lulling it to sleep.

So to promote further sanity, I'm going to finish "The Screwtape Letters" with what time I can afford.

Also, my bio lab was disappointing this week, because a certain character was strangely absent... :( . If my roomie reads this she will snicker. Shut up, you! He's a really nice guy.....

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

I'm tired.
Don't want to do this anymore.
This = waking up early, working late, walking to classes that don't mean anything, listening to people chatter about nothing, living too far away from my horse, being stuck in the city, building my schedule around assignments...

I found something new I love about university. Our res building is really funny shaped. So when the wind blows all the leaves get swooshed up into funny air currents and make those awesome whirlwinds. I like walking and looking at them. And I like the feeling of being caught in one, with all the leaves hissing and rattling like skeleton snakes on the pavement. I love wind. I love facing it and feeling it wrap around my face and neck every way it can, trying to find a way in, to my brain, where it can carry away all the dust that's built up there from so long living in this building. I know I've only been living here for 2 months, but every day feels like a week and every month seems like 10 years, so I'm old now. Very old. But where my mind has wasted away into wrinkles and sags, the wind blows in and fills it back out, and I feel young again. Young enough not to care for all this bosh about education and society and success. Young enough to set out on adventures and treasure hunts. Young enough to spend a whole day playing outdoors with only a stick and a puddle and my own fantastic worlds to occupy me.

Living with people has made me more weird than when I lived on my own.

And a normal person is coming to visit me tomorrow! Yay for human contact! Because I'm pretty sure the people in res aren't human.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Day in the City

"The city" has meant for my whole life to my whole family Kitchener-Waterloo. "Hey I'm going to the city, need anything?" "Oh yah, pick up a bottle of degreaser at the mall."
And today I spent from 11 am till 7 pm there by myself. It was nice to not have any sort of constraint. I mostly chilled at the Kitchener Public Liabrary, Williams, and Tim Hortons, but I also took advantage of the nice breeze and pleasant chillyness and walked a lot.
One thing sticks particular in my mind.
I was thinking about G.K. Chesterton, and his theory that if we looked at the world the way we would a doll's house, it would hold so much more fascination. You know how it's sooooo cooool when a model city has little mailboxes and iron fences around the wee houses and there are itty bitty plants with bright plastic flowers, all looking so foreign and romantic from your perspective. Today there was a yellow brick house. It had a pretty black fence around the front, and a little veranda, and on either side of the walk there were these pots with bright red germaniums in them. And I was just.... attracted to it. It was for lease. I'm fortunate I haven't got any sort of money, because I would have bought it right there. It's very stuck in my mind. The red germaniums. I think G.K. Chesterton and I talked in a former life, because he says well what I mean. Especially his book "Manalive".

Anyhow, I also went to a performance of Mozart's Requiem by a friend's choir this evening. He died before finishing it eh? How ironic. But it's sooooooo beautiful. Two movements stick especially in my mind. "Dies Irae" (meaning day of anger) gave me shivers. It's like the fiery anger judgement part of death. Then then the "Lacrimosa", which I have always loved. The movement of tears. The grief part of death, the sadness of it. I wonder what Mozart thought as he was writing it. He knew it was his masterpiece, and he also knew he was writing it for himself. His assistant finished it. Mozart was genius incarnate. He composed "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" (well the tune of it) when he was like 4.

And then a brief gallumph with the guys that involved getting covertly onto the KW transit system and re-meeting a guy from camp that totally didn't remember me. Decent. I'm still pretty proud of how I went from Guelph to Kitchener to Waterloo to Elmira without having a car or my parents drive me :D. And that I took advantage of walking time.

Friday, October 24, 2008

A Weird Handwritten Blog

(I wrote this on paper and then typed it out to post, as per directions of a friend. Emjoy :P )

Excuse me if physics notes are mixedin. We're learning about collisions. Elastic collisions, to be precise.
It's weird to blog on paper. It feels more like journalling, which I am pro at also, but it tends more towards emoism.
But maybe it's good to change mediums on occasion. It forces one to think about what one is saying.
There's an xkcd (*heart*) comic that shows two guys on computers typing nasty stuff to each other. Then a random chick floats up and transports the one guy to the other one's room and in person they just look at each other. Then there's a caption that says "it's easier to be mean to words than to people".
So here is a new campaign for me: don't say anything to someone through remote messaging systems that I wouldn't say to their face.
It's weird that I know people with whom every meaningful conversation that has passed between us has been over MSN.
What does that mean to a relationship? I think it shows that I somehow don't connect the wordscoming up on my computer screen with the face and emotions of the person typing.
That's a problem because I lose any and all tact/screening processes that normally stop me from being a witch to my friends. Not that I want to be a witch, of course.
It's like so: I talk on MSN generally at night before bed or if I just have time to myself. At these points in time I'm generally tired and thinking about my own mind/emotions far too much, nad then my poor unsuspecting MSN convos happen along and I type things I regret because whem I'm by myself I dispose of social pretexts and guidelines. It may sound like I'm trying to excuse my behaviour, but it's more like attempting analysis to find a way to stop.
So that's that.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow night! I have a midterm at 9am tomorrow, but after that I will be chilling with friends, getting some alone time (which I need DESPRATELY after this week), maybe seeing the horsey, and studying for my monday midterm. Yay!
Now for a ful analysis of my experience with paper blogging (plogging?)
  • no need of computer/internet
  • formatting is a breeze
  • reminds me of journalling and writing letters
  • looks like I'm accomplishing something
  • change in thought flow
  • make less spelling errors
  • hand cramps
  • wastes resources (paper)
  • people give weird looks
  • can't have hyperlinks to comics
  • have to retype it anyway
  • no spell check
  • not easy to go back and insert words or thoughts
I've also just decided to write some letters to people, because my pen is all warmed up now. I'll scam stamps from my house, becasue the parents have an excess thereof, and I get to save $! Yay!
Also, on the topic of plogging, I like the look of my own handwriting on apage. I feel somehow more accountable for what's on it. I also have discovered it's a mess.
Now back to inclined planes....bleh

Monday, October 20, 2008

Factoid of the day!

There are immortal organisms!
Actually, biologically immortal. But it's still pretty exciting. Hydra are little water organisms. They're really weird in a number of ways, but one of the coolest things about them is that they do not age.
You know how kids heal really quickly from cuts, bruises, fractures, etc? And old people don't, of course. Most living things reach an age of maturity and from that point they experience a pattern of degenerating systems until a major system failure causes cessation of life.
However, the Hyda does not do this. It is eternally young in that the cells do not reach a "maturity" plateau and then degenerate.

I thought that was interesting

Of course, it is still possible to kill the hyda. It just doesn't age. Thus, biological immortality.

I figure this sort of ability wouldn't be good for humans to have

Sunday, October 19, 2008

I found them!

All those people.
The ones I knew I would meet.
The philosophers, the rebels, the artists, the nerd, the rainbow souled people that make a university a place of unparalleled learning both in sciences and arts, but in social experience.
I found them! Like 8 of them!
And they were awesome! I walked in and immediately was having an awesome time just getting to know them! We hung out till like 4 am and I discovered a lot about underground media. Mostly that the movies Army of Darkness and Serenity are AWESOME!
And I can't help but think that these are the people I was looking for ever since starting uni.

Unfortunately, they don't come to my university.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Facial features

I remember posting something a while back on how I judge people's personalities based on the way their hands look.
So the question is whether facial features, or any type of physical characteristic affects or gives away a person's personality.
For example: saw a girl today with eyes that were all dark. Not the eye itself really, but like the area around it. Some people just have this sunken, hollow look to their eye sockets. And whenever I see it I think "drug addict" or something like that because they just look unhealthy. It especially creeps me out with kids. Bleh.
Or when a person has squinty eyes I think of them as a happy person.
Or big head = jerk, small head = nice. Only for like noticably different sizes though
Am I coming off as crazy here?
Well I can't be really, cuz a lot of authors agree with me subconciously. The idea of physical characteristics being tied to the personality is very common in victorian/impressionist literature. Dorian Grey and Jane Eyre are two of many books I've read that emphasize this. In Dorian, every time he does something evil, it changes his (or the portrait's) appearance for the worse. In Jane Eyre, the characters openly judge personality through physical traits. (ie: intelligent eyes, proud jowls, determined jawlines, etc).
The question is whether it's reliable. Isn't physical appearance the luck of the draw?
I'm a little stressed out with school and the like because it's all piling up very neatly on weekends where people are planning fun stuff to do, and I really am not a fan of being in writing exams when I could be out debating or chilling and whatnot. Argh.
But on the upside, I did well on my calc midterm! Yay for 89%!!!! Best I've ever done in math, oddly...

And I'm getting baptised theoretically on Nov. 16. My family is all happy about it and stuff. If there's anything I dislike more than making my family all excited it's seeing dentists, yech. But I should be nice to them. It's not their fault that they are totally from Earth and I am totally from Jupiter. I'm looking forward to it, actually. I'm not sure what to say about that whole thing. It is what it is. There it is.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Monarchies breed inept rulers.

On two levels, depending on the society withchin which the monarchy operates. I’m mostly talking about monarchies of the past, because modern monarchies are more or less a joke.

Level the First: dealing with scenarios where a ruler is monogamous.
Marriages are arranged by a committee of counsellors who have the economic and political well being of the country in mind, and do not consider the personal attributes of either person being married. For example, Queen Elizabeth I was advised to marry a certain Austrian prince. She was, herself, a passionate but very smart person, and she seemed to know herself. At the time she was in her upper twenties. The Austrian guy wasn’t more than 17, and the two rulers didn’t even speak the same language.
The point being that the Queen was very smart in turning him down (or rather, turning Austria down because the poor boy just did what his parents and advisors told him to) because the marriage would have undoubtedly added a level of stress and unhappiness to her life which would have affected her administrational practices. Also, let’s say for the sake of the argument that Austrian boy had a less-than-good-quality mind. The offspring of the King and Queen would have been less capable and fit for ruling than if the Queen had married some really smart un-”noble” person.

*Sidenote*: The term “nobility” is a pet peeve of mine. It is used to refer to the gaudy, petty, greedy ruling class in monarchies. Nothing noble about them. They started off as the knighthood in feudal times, when anyone, including peasants, could become considered noble through their actions. Then as time wore on it became all about family name and connections and the value of the word “noble”, which means of quality or high moral integrity, deteriorated. There was nothing noble about aristocracy. Ok, onwards with actual point....

Level the Second: dealing with scenarios where the ruler is polygamous
This is mostly an issue with Eastern monarchies of the past, but is still seen in... oh shoot.... African nation... oh well, the king has 23 wives or something ridiculous like that.
How can you expect the offspring/future rulers to grow up even remotely normal in a home like that? When the ruler reaches the age at which they gain control of the country, how would they have any idea to manage their subjects who have grown up in an entirely different environment? The ability to relate to the people which they are responsible for and representing is seriously hindered. Also, polygamous rulers often choose their partners based on physical attractiveness, and not their mental capacity or ability to aid with ruling a nation. Thus the offspring are often dumb as nails. Those dumb people then go out and find their pretty but inept partners and the offspring are then *tadaaa!* dumber than nails!
If you take a look at monarchies, often there is a trend of starting off with a really good ruler and then slowly watering down the smartness genes until mediocrity is attained. Then the monarchy is so decayed that either a foreign country takes possession of the nation, or there is a revolution.
This is why democracy ends up working out better. Over time, the weaknesses of one family tree do not affect the good and welfare of an entire country.
But at the same time, I’m not a fan of current democratic practices either. I admit though, in closing that in matters of state and government I am completely and merrily clueless. And I have no actual info to base this off of...

ALSO: my music for the day is the Newsboys. A long time ago, they were cool to me. Then I felt like I grew out of them and just stopped understanding what they stood for. And this weekend I saw the sky and thought of their song "Million Pieces" or "Kissin' your cares goodbye" and it fit my mind and I was happy. Musically they are like soft rock/alternative, but in a very grooving Jack Johnson sense.... I dunno, they just made me smile. :D As did a chance encounter with Chrisss.... wouldn't you just love to know what happened...

Monday, October 13, 2008

On the other hand:

Res sucks.
The crap left out over the weekend has resulted in our suite being infested with fruit flies. I washed a lot of dishes and cleaned up a lot of mess and took out a lot of garbage today when I got back.
And I got a cold.
But I'm still pretty chillin'.
All this stuff is surface disturbances. Like a lake that gets crapped in by a seagull. The top is disturbed and gross, but way down deep in the cool, shady parts it's still clean and cool and still and zen. And the fish feed happily on the results of years of organic matter that has trickled down over the years and become something useful.
Yummy, metaphors for snack!
And I chatted with Greg today, which was interesting. I like that guy, he makes me smile :D

Sunday, October 12, 2008


So I feel like I haven't posted in a while. I know, it's only been 5 days. I've just been madly busy.
My calculus midterm went really well on thursday, and then my roomie and I wrote our physics quizzes (fun to say!) on friday morning.
This weekend has been pretty intense so far. On friday night I went out and saw a whole bunch of people from highschool. Im gonna miss Elmira more because of it, but I was so happy to see especially a few of them. And my friend from grade school Glenda is staying with me for the weekend and I love talking to her.
Today we went on an intense hike on the Niagara peninsula. The trees were BEAUTIFUL and the sun was warm and there were interesting caves to poke about in. I had a sweet time just getting out into nature and feeling fit.
And I got to ride my horse yesterday!!!!! It was amazing to get outside and let the silence and sunshine soak into me and wask out all the noisy, angry stress that's been building for a while.
I'm certainly in a healthier state of mind from this weekend. Also I've pretty much confirmed that I'll take next year off school. It's ok with all the parents and school people, and I have a job and vet volunteering place lined up. I'm so excited.
So this Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for things working out. For the magical flow of universe that makes it all ok. We get pushed just outside of where we think we can handle, and then we are brought back into the rich, creamy centre of goodness and realize our world, our mind, our capabilities have expanded and we know, feel, understand, are more than when the cycle started.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Fun is a vector quantity!

My fun is currently progressing at a constant acceleration of 2 laughs per (day)squared. Meaning every day I laugh twice more often than the day before. At about 19 degrees west of north.
My roomie and I had this side conversation in physics. Apologies to anyone who views all that as nerdy nonsense, but it made us laugh.
Today in chem I was juss sitting and waiting for class to start, and the room was filling up gradually, and this blonde fellow with verr blue eyes and an eyebrow ring sat down beside me and asked me if I had been in the last class. I sai yes and he asked what we had discussed and I showed him my notes and stuff. As the class progressed he said he was completely lost, so I spent most of the time chatting with him and explaining stuff. He had switched majors from real estate (that's a major?) to science and was just getting behind because he didn't have the science background that made the class easy. So yah, we chatted and it was nice because I now have a chemistry buddy! And I met a nice person!
ALSO today, in my bio lab: my roomie and I are always partners, but we work in groups of four. We sat down accross from this girl named Elina in who is in th same Bible study thing as me, and then there was a random guy named Chris there to complete our four. And the bio lab was excessively fun! I had an awesome time. We just talked about beans mating and alliteration and allegories and analogies and we all just kept digressing away from what we needed to do. We finished last out of everyone cuz we couldn't focus. But it was awesome! Thanks to someone for arranging a freak combination of people to laugh and joke around. I felt like I was back with the stairwell crowd.
I needed that, cuz midterms have been getting me down.
Hopefully the acceleration is constant.

Sunday, October 5, 2008


Had a good weekend
am back in res
am resenting the fact.

I've got a horrible case of cabin fever.
I don't mean to be all emoish and whining about life. It's only cause i'm indoors. as soon as i go outside I smile. But it's hard to study/do homework outside.

Saturday, October 4, 2008


It does incredible things to an evening
I had started to write this on saturday but lost focus.
On friday night, it was a weird thing, but I stayed up till 5 am talking to a boy that I have never previously or ever will have romantic connections with.
Most people would find this weird, because their little minds are under the impression that the only grounds on which genderized minds touch are in a dating/sexual sort of sense.
I disagree.
Because people are people, and our gender does not define us as much as our humanity.
Most of my closest friends are guys. I think it's because they don't like all the weird drama stuff that entertains most girls, and I love that about them. And once you get to know anyone well enough, you stop classifying them as "jock" or "prep" or "nerd". Past that, you stop cassifying them in relation to their ethnicity or religion. After you know someone well enough, you throw out classification systems altogether (including gender and age, which are almost the last to go) and just know them as them. An individual. Of course we don't mave the mind room to know everyone that well. But hopefully the ones we do know in that way are worth it.

Huzzah for tea and talking till 5 am. I quite enjoyed it.

Thursday, October 2, 2008


I've just realized that this is my 105th post. As in I've passed 100. And I still keep on top of it! Woah
Other than my journal, this is the longest I've kept up with anything. I may pick up with the journal again, but it's hard to get alone time, which I prefer for that sort of thing.

So yah, I have naught about which to blog.
This weekend promises to be insanity. Not sure how I'm getting from place to place or times or people, but there's gonna be stuff HAP'NING!

I had deep thoughts today, because it was a crazy weather day. Every time I went outside the weather changed. But there's a definite chill in the air, like winter is creeping up. I hafta bring back a new jacket after this weekend because the ones I have now aren't quite warm enough.

It's the time of year made for reminiscing about lost dreams and sad happenings. But truthfully, I'm not feeling it. I wander between my classes in the wetness and half smile to myself because I like the sound of water in my shoes (which have gaping holes in the bottom) and the feeling of cold misty wind down my neck and I LOVE being able to sneak up to people after getting in from outside and put my freezing cold hands on the back of their neck and watch them freak out.
But it does make me miss home too. All the things I'm used to with the changing of the season just aren't here. I can't leach heat off of Kyle every morning in music class. I can't freak teachers out by showing up to class drenched and shivering but intensely happy. I can't go wandering about philosophically in the adventurous feeling breeze with Jemma.

I don't know why I can't get away from that place in my life. I want to be living in the present, but it's really not that enjoyable. With the exceptions of juice and my roomie's guitar playing and the lack of mother, it's pretty bleak. I mean indoors. The moment I step outside I feel comforted, like I'm taking a walk with someone, but there's no one around. Inside there are people but they all are so shallow. I don't mean shallow like they only care about clothes and getting smashed every wednesday (WHY?!). I mean that too, but they're just one dimensional. You see a face and that's all they are. And yah. I'm not getting into that.

I'll just focus on when I'm happy. I love minute maid!!! Seriously, their frozen cranberry juice is more energizing than caffeine. It's also intensely sugary. Also, this weekend: I'm not sure where it's gonna take me, but I'm gonna be with the people that I love and that love me, so no matter what happens, I'll be down with it.

And getting good marks in uni is frikken HARD! oh my gosh! like one mistake and you get like 60%. I suppose I just wasn't prepared. Yay midterms next week...

And puddles: reflect infinity and are full of light.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


Time is, in current human understanding, a physical dimension. Sort of. So you know how there’s the first dimension (a point) and the second dimension is a line that you can move back and forth along. Once you get to the third dimension you can move in all sots of cool directions. But if you add time as a fourth dimension, you hit a problem. Instead of introducing a new range of directional freedom, it becomes a restriction. This is because time only can move in one direction and it is not possible to experience the same time twice.
And I think it’s this way for a purpose.
If time were truely fully dimensional, time travel would be possible. It would be possible to be living in any time of history. But there wouldn’t be history. Our brains can’t handle the concept that being able to move back and forth through time at will would make time an inconsequential measurement. There would be no such thing as progression or growth. Growth is a measurement of increase in size or amount over time. The only ultimate clock would be biological.
Age would be obsolete because let’s say I was born in 1990 and then in 1996 I warped to 1774 and in 1800 I went to 2009. How old would I be?
Also, people would abuse the ability to move to any age they felt like. I have a suspicion that technology wouldn’t advance because no one would stay in one place long enough for there to be science. But then at certain times there would be extreme overpopulation, and other points where bad stuff supposedly happened would be nonexistent.
It’s all a big schmozz. But I’m glad it’s not possible. It gives each individual a definite span in which they must live their life for good or bad.
Today has been exceptionally good. My roomie and I have both be giddy and silly for the past two days, so randomness and giggling are plentiful. And it’s raining outside in a way that’s nice to wander in.
AND my roomie had her chemistry lab partner over today to work on something or other. Quel garcon!
great taste in clothing&music, really friendly, smart, likes to debate, artistic (can play gitaur and sings), good looking, likes Flight of the Conchords and Bobby McFerrin...I’m oozing, I know, but he was kool!
It was pretty awesome.
And I’m really happy here at uni, which is new. I think it has something to do with the ridiculous volumes of juice I’ve been drinking.