Maybe no revolution after all. I really don't think I hav much homework at least not anymore. It's taken a nosedive since sophomore year, there's hardly any for me too do anymore. Its not like freshman year where I would curse the teacher's name at night for the piles of needless work. My homework now seems to remind me of my College Phych class I took in the summer, where I had almost no homework and pretty much just had tests and quizzes. That's not to say the homework I get is not enough, it's perfectly fine not having much. I hardly end up spending much time actually doing the homework that I do have probably less than a half hour and that's probably generous. The easy breezy homework does though get done at the last minute sometimes the last second before I'm supposed to hand it in.
My homework nowadays is quick and painless, there is not much to them. It seems to actually have gone down in difficulty which is noticeably dispproportonate to the class's difficulty. It quite baffling to me how some of my high track classes give simpler homework than the lower track classes give me. There was more challenge to homework years ago, it's weird that the longer Ive been in school the less homework I'm getting.
There hasn't been much to learn from homework given to me. Not much of it can one actually learn from if it's something you already were taught. Since most homework is reviewing the material it's somewhat hard to take anything new from it, and usually by the time I get to the homework I have a good idea of what to do. Sometimes I've gotten lucky and the homework was something radically different from what we were learning but it would be usually entertaining and not exactly informative.
I think the reason I leave homework to the last minute Is because I really think I do my best work at the last minute. If I do work before the deadline it never gets done and seems kinda poorly done and forced, whereas my near deadline work seems very passionate and well thought out. Maybe that's an illusion and like my homework is pilling up and is way harder than what I see it as.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sooo Aloneee
Being alone is one of my favorite things to be. It's when I get so much done and can be alone with my thoughts. It's the no spin zone in my life. I love the quietness and just calm peace of wind the aloneness brings me. It reminds me of the first episode of Two and a Half Men when Charlie is explaining his life to Alan, how Charlie sleeps frequently and does very little work for a lot of money, all of that is the feeling aloneness brings me. It's that relaxation with no one to bother me feeling that I enjoy so much. The aloneness leaves me rested without even sleeping, I guess like Charlie Sheen I don't sleep I wait. I can plan when I'm alone for the future, on when I can squeeze in so more alone time.
I actually want more alone time, like everything enough is never enough. I get a lot but I can always have more. I have a lot of time alone but it is always interrupted by family or phone calls. I hope for a time nothing too ambitious maybe like a week, where everyone is gone and all phones are off. It would just be me relaxing all day and night with no one to ruin it. Sorta like Batman in a way, he's got that big secluded mansion where he can just relax without a care in the world with Alfred who barely counts as a person being around.
Without the aloneness I think I'd go crazy. After being locked up in the mad house also known as Central Regional High School, I need the relaxing aloneness. I just lay down after school basking in relaxation made greater without people around.
Aloneness, my favorite timeless activity that never gets old.
I actually want more alone time, like everything enough is never enough. I get a lot but I can always have more. I have a lot of time alone but it is always interrupted by family or phone calls. I hope for a time nothing too ambitious maybe like a week, where everyone is gone and all phones are off. It would just be me relaxing all day and night with no one to ruin it. Sorta like Batman in a way, he's got that big secluded mansion where he can just relax without a care in the world with Alfred who barely counts as a person being around.
Without the aloneness I think I'd go crazy. After being locked up in the mad house also known as Central Regional High School, I need the relaxing aloneness. I just lay down after school basking in relaxation made greater without people around.
Aloneness, my favorite timeless activity that never gets old.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
La Musica
Music is a necessity in my life, it brings me happiness and solace in the bleakness of the world. It brings me hope and a soundtrack in the quiet land of Ocean Gate. It in all it's forms is of great importance to me. It as presented in the older cartoon Class of 3000 is something that makes the world go round. It everything and all around us that has rhythm or beat. It can be as wild as Charlie Sheen's meltdown or as quiet as Rosie O'Donnel's dietrician. It the sound of leaders and followers and he sounds of the earth they rule over. It is the sound of war drums and superheroes. Music is the voice and the sound of all and everything.
It is more than noise as it is to some people. If I didn't have it I probably would have stuck my head out the school bus window and prayed for a low lying sign with a clean edge. It makes my life just a little more bearable. It drowns out the voice of many and replaces them. Music is partially my background noise. Action music from movies makes my jogs way more epic than it probably should be. Classical music makes lounging much more fancy and relaxing. Rock music is great for when I'm frustrated and have started the "throwing of the chairs". NWA's Straight outta Compton gives great pulse to when Im getting ready and am pumped up. It makes my life a little less pedestrian one note at a time.
I think it's important to me because it has always been around me in all it's different forms. The house is probably built with cassettes and vinyl records holding up the walls. It brings out something much more energetic and less docile it stirs up the storms of my alter egos and other personalities. I find all types of music are important to me from classical to synth pop from Beethoven to David Bowie.
Music has become my most unditchable addiction and I don't plan on getting treatment any time soon.
It is more than noise as it is to some people. If I didn't have it I probably would have stuck my head out the school bus window and prayed for a low lying sign with a clean edge. It makes my life just a little more bearable. It drowns out the voice of many and replaces them. Music is partially my background noise. Action music from movies makes my jogs way more epic than it probably should be. Classical music makes lounging much more fancy and relaxing. Rock music is great for when I'm frustrated and have started the "throwing of the chairs". NWA's Straight outta Compton gives great pulse to when Im getting ready and am pumped up. It makes my life a little less pedestrian one note at a time.
I think it's important to me because it has always been around me in all it's different forms. The house is probably built with cassettes and vinyl records holding up the walls. It brings out something much more energetic and less docile it stirs up the storms of my alter egos and other personalities. I find all types of music are important to me from classical to synth pop from Beethoven to David Bowie.
Music has become my most unditchable addiction and I don't plan on getting treatment any time soon.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Me and the iPhone
"Me and my iPhone, me and my iPhone go together like horse and carriage this I tell you brother I can't have one without the other" to poorly spin the Married with Children theme song. My iPhone and I are inseparable just like me and my watch. If clothes were deemed illegal then still on my way to school, watch on my right wrist and iPhone taped to my thigh. My iPhone has become almost like a totem god that I pray to and go to for guidance. It's my connection to the planet from wherever I am. My iPhone pretty much let's me do anything I need to do at my leisure. Such is a great thing as I'm very lazy which may not be really true, I find it more a lack of motivation or some kind of philosophic "why?...". Anything and everything I can call without getting the house phone, I can surf the Internet without using the computer, and do all my work on this marvel of innovation. I can even mourn with others the loss of it's "creator" Steve Jobs. It's pretty disgusting how my iPhone has ceased the use of my legs, I'm hoping they'll make some cybernetic ones one day to replace my soon to be melted to the couch legs.
Hours and hours of time is underestimating the time spent on my iPhone. It's never far from me and of it counts their is almost 24/7 music radiating from the device. A soundtrack to ones life is a good pick-me-up. It gives a merry upbeat to a currently droning life similar to the up beat 60s music in the game fallout 3 and the sequel New Vegas having the radio playing while slaughtering radiated monsters and monsters. It's with me everywhere in every room of the house and everyone's houses. I always have to be Johnny on the spot when an alert comes flashing on the screen. "Ohh new text message!?, I must text them back immediately or Agent Smith will come with the agents and assimilate me if I don't send this text in the next 3 seconds" says I with the hearing of the buzz of the vibrate. My ringtone must always be waiting to be heard by all because I think it's funny and as such the iPhone must be present. It's a curse really but as I type from my iPhone this blog post its obviously one I cannot fight.
If the cellular network came down id probably have a stroke. For the first 5 minutes I'd be ok but I can't say the same for the coming moments. It wasn't always like that though. Before I obtained the iPhone I was a little bit less tech dependent but now it's like a hunger. It's the joy can from the Venture Bros as I'm convinced the iPhone as well drives its power from the heart from an orphan. I must congratulate Apple though they created a vampiric device capable of enslaving millions to a screen but one that can make the days a twitch brighter and a little more enjoyable.
Hours and hours of time is underestimating the time spent on my iPhone. It's never far from me and of it counts their is almost 24/7 music radiating from the device. A soundtrack to ones life is a good pick-me-up. It gives a merry upbeat to a currently droning life similar to the up beat 60s music in the game fallout 3 and the sequel New Vegas having the radio playing while slaughtering radiated monsters and monsters. It's with me everywhere in every room of the house and everyone's houses. I always have to be Johnny on the spot when an alert comes flashing on the screen. "Ohh new text message!?, I must text them back immediately or Agent Smith will come with the agents and assimilate me if I don't send this text in the next 3 seconds" says I with the hearing of the buzz of the vibrate. My ringtone must always be waiting to be heard by all because I think it's funny and as such the iPhone must be present. It's a curse really but as I type from my iPhone this blog post its obviously one I cannot fight.
If the cellular network came down id probably have a stroke. For the first 5 minutes I'd be ok but I can't say the same for the coming moments. It wasn't always like that though. Before I obtained the iPhone I was a little bit less tech dependent but now it's like a hunger. It's the joy can from the Venture Bros as I'm convinced the iPhone as well drives its power from the heart from an orphan. I must congratulate Apple though they created a vampiric device capable of enslaving millions to a screen but one that can make the days a twitch brighter and a little more enjoyable.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Drivers
I notice alot about drivers especially the fact that there are only two kinds of drivers. There are the nuerotic hyperventilating worriers who are crazy about following the rules of the law to the most minute detail and almost vomit out of fear at the idea of going over te speed limit. Then there's the other drivers the phycho, cursing, and erratic motorists that believe they exist in a car version of the Thunder dome from the Mad Max movies. The worriers drive too slow and the phycho drivers are too fast. You have the law abiders versus the stampede. They're both awful just like any concept that has two extreme types of people.
I've not seen many dangerous things from other drivers except from my own parents. My mother I believe thinks that she's in a hostile war zone when she's on the road. She curses and yells, drives erratically, passing like 5 cars like it's a video game, and all in all does the complete opposite of anything found in the drivers handbook. With all the illegal turns and speeding it's no wonder she frequently has to take her Lincoln LS for repairs. Comedic routines in movies if replaced with my mother would be turned into documentaries. When the car finally stops and I'm back from the ER for emergency surgery on my exploded heart, I grasp the mother earth for safety and thank father time for returning the lost sand in my hourglass that evaporated from cosmic turmoil from the car ride.
Kind things are lost to the ages, you need detectives like Sherlock Holmes to find them. You'll sometimes see a driver let another driver go first at an intersection or give room in a traffic jam but are both far and few in between.
The way people drive does seem to reflect their personalities, my grandma is neurotic behind the wheel and is neurotic on her feet. My mother is an enraged Minotaur behind the wheel and when dealing with her family. My personality changes behind the wheel I go from calm and unsurpised lounged to a stiff and panicy mess. I would like to be a very calm and collected driver. I would like to be very generous and cautious when I drive though, no point in dying in an exploded car with my body in flame.
I've not seen many dangerous things from other drivers except from my own parents. My mother I believe thinks that she's in a hostile war zone when she's on the road. She curses and yells, drives erratically, passing like 5 cars like it's a video game, and all in all does the complete opposite of anything found in the drivers handbook. With all the illegal turns and speeding it's no wonder she frequently has to take her Lincoln LS for repairs. Comedic routines in movies if replaced with my mother would be turned into documentaries. When the car finally stops and I'm back from the ER for emergency surgery on my exploded heart, I grasp the mother earth for safety and thank father time for returning the lost sand in my hourglass that evaporated from cosmic turmoil from the car ride.
Kind things are lost to the ages, you need detectives like Sherlock Holmes to find them. You'll sometimes see a driver let another driver go first at an intersection or give room in a traffic jam but are both far and few in between.
The way people drive does seem to reflect their personalities, my grandma is neurotic behind the wheel and is neurotic on her feet. My mother is an enraged Minotaur behind the wheel and when dealing with her family. My personality changes behind the wheel I go from calm and unsurpised lounged to a stiff and panicy mess. I would like to be a very calm and collected driver. I would like to be very generous and cautious when I drive though, no point in dying in an exploded car with my body in flame.
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