Ideas and Thoughts Version 1

I have so many deep things I could be talking about right now, especially with prom just occurring. Instead of discussing the many confusing issues I am currently having, I would rather describe a few ideas and thoughts I have had lately.

• A blanket that can mute any loud sound. Like if a loud alarm is going off, and you placed this blanket on top of it, it would quickly and fully muffle the sound. Much more extreme than a normal blanket.
• What if gas stations had a promotional deal where after, lets say, 2 am, the gas prices go down by 5 cents. I am not sure how that would help a business, but it just seems like it would work out somehow.
• I recently went to a local carnival, and walked by a man who was aggravated and heated when he was "so close" to tossing a ring on top of a milk jug. This led to me realizing an interesting fact: It is more common for a person to "almost win" a carnival game, compared to straight up losing at the game. Like it is almost more impressive to have played a carnival game and not gotten close to winning at all. 

A little side note relating to the last bullet point:

I have ran this thought passed many friends and also my parents. Ross, my best friend, was next to me as I had the thought at the amusement park, and he found it very funny. My other friends found it pretty amusing, but a few of my friends and my parents, disagreed. Their response to it was simply "Well, that's how they get you!" or something along those lines. I personally can see Louie CK saying something along those lines and people cracking up laughing at it. 

Blog I Never Posted From A While Ago

I'd like to walk into English class one day and see that the quote on the board is from something I have said in one of these blogs. The issue is that I don't say things in the most quotable form. So I figured that if I wanted even the slightest chance of getting up on that board, I should make a list of quotes.

- Remember: Stud is only one letter away from being an STD
- No matter how bad today is, you will most likely live through thousands of other "todays" that are much better.
- I love myself.
- I am better than you, and You are better than I. He is better than Her, and Her is better than He.



I changed my mind. I suck at writing quotes. I do enjoy the first quote though. I guess the only thing left to do is to discuss why I don't talk during class.

I know that I have different views than most people in my class. Except maybe Alex Coleman, he seems to agree with a lot of the stuff I believe. I know that most of my views won't be very well accepted to be the truth to the majority of the class, and will then be bombarded with questions that I frankly don't want to answer. I can't really find the motivation that many people seem to have when it comes to changing peoples opinions. I could care less if I change anyones opinions into what I believe to be the truth. Why should I care?

The next reason I don't speak in class is because of my inability to publicly speak in classes that I don't feel completely comfortable in. I am what some may call a wallflower of the school. No one has anything bad to say about me, but not many people really know me more than that. I guess that is sort of an exaggeration, because I admit that I have my fair share of friends from tennis, band, and other activities. There is a large section of the senior class in which, throughout the many years, have never gotten to know. This is the section that puts me on edge. I believe strongly in social circles and the whole jock, preps, nerds, geeks, theory. My group of friends consist of a little bit of each group, which puts me in the middle of...

Fire Embers & Falling

I think fire embers are an amazing thing. I would like someone to write a poem about them. I can not be that person because I have never been good at poetry, it's too much work. Anyways, the poem would have to express how the embers are alive only long enough to see all the beauties of the world, while dying out before the harsh realities of the world beat them down. They are truly innocent, fire embers. They are almost a paradox because they are part of what creates the beauties of the world, while also being able to experience them. Just a little thought I had at a fire last night.

This blog post is for my March Blog Entry.

I have something interesting that happened to me that connects well to The Stranger. 

Everyone knows that Meursault is a little different than the average person. We also discussed the strange feeling of guilt that Meursault felt when he told his boss that he needed to have off for a few days.... in order to go to his own mothers funeral. This is where I sorta connect to Meursault in my personal life. A few days ago, my mom and I drove down to some shopping center in order to buy stuff for my dorm room. (COLLEGE IS SO CLOSE NOW. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN FOR 2 YEARS NOW. FINALLY!!!) On the way to the store, we drove by a dead cat on the side of the road. My mom felt really bad for it and its family, but I just couldn't get myself to feel bad about the whole ordeal. So many animals are killed, including pets. I am guessing it partially has to connect to the fact that I never had a cat, so I wouldn't understand. My mom claimed that it was strange of me to now get a little emotional about it, but life goes on. It was a nice trip other than that and I got some chill bed sheets. Flash forward to our drive home. We approach a turn on a backroad and an older man falls while push-mowing his front lawn. He simply does a little awkward tumble and sorta lands on the road. We then moved forward to see if he was okay and he did this little shimmy to get off the road. When we asked him if he was okay he said "gosh, now there's lotsa cars around me" and you could feel his embarrassment. He eventually got up and was fine, but that hasn't stopped me from constantly thinking about it. My mom and I tried to figure out why I felt so so so so so SO bad for that man, but we couldn't exactly figure it out. I just have this immense feeling of empathy for him even though he has already probably forgot all about it. 

I still can't figure out why something like this would effect me so greatly. It could be related to how "human" that incident was. It was just a pure thing that could have occurred to anyone. It was just so realistic. I am sorry if that doesn't make sense to anyone else, but the word realistic comes to my mind automatically when I think of the incident. It was a "raw" moment. Very harsh and true.

EDIT: Maddy Stillman was kind enough to actually write a poem about those fire embers. Here it is:

birthed in light and smoke

ardent and young to take

a first glance at the world

with eyes flickering across horizons;

bouncing from cloud to crown"

what roaring beauty to behold.

not yet tainted by fuel and fire

they cling to hope

darting in orange flickers

to make their escape

from innocent gaps in vision

unveiling feared divergence.

etched into sunsets:

burning cities

if their gaze would long to hold

but lights burn out

before the chance to crawl

on battered grounds.