The Drumming Song

Louder than Sirens

Louder than Bells

Sweeter than Heaven

Hotter than Hell

I bought Florence + the Machine's album "Lungs" today. It's great. It's got some really powerful sounding sounds, yet some fun songs. I guess I'd call it emotional, not emo. Nowhere near emo. Trust me, no screaming. Just really loud yelling.

*crack*

I wonder if i'll snap. And if so, when?

I think it's quite possible, and if it happens, I wonder if it will be a benefit to me or not.

So I broke my girlfriend's finger by pushing her down while she was on roller skis. Now there's a major chance she won't get to participate in her favorite sport that she's really good at and she could have actually gone past states this year. And It's

All

My

Fucking
Fault.

If she can't ski, I don't think I'll ever feel as guilty as this again.

FML

but her life is probably worse right now. And know what's pissing me off? People are sorry for ME! Why ME? Be sorry for Kymmie! Jeez. Stupid sympathetic people. Everyone should be assholes and fuck off.

:)

I Wanted to Blog Something

Life 3

Life is about as easy as kicking a dead whale across the beach.

Angels

and Oh-oh.

My heart has flown to you just like a dove

it can fly, it can fly

And oh-oh

please take my heart and keep it close to you

Take it in, take it in

I think this song has one of the most beautiful choruses of all time, strategically contrasted with a tense and minor verse.

Just Thought You'd Like to Know...

The First Eagle Scout died of colon cancer.

Life 2

To be happy?

Or maybe to die happily?

Or maybe both. By being consistently happy, dying happy has a higher likelihood.

Decisions

The Hardest decision of the holiday season...

To Eggnog?

Or to Clementine?

Maybe I should blog about something interesting.

Lists

Remember how I said I was so busy? I worked from 9:00 am this morning to 11:00 pm today. I did take breaks to eat though. Just working on my Eagle Scout Project mostly, and some schoolwork too. I've never worked that much in a day in my Life. Here's my list for tomorrow, It's insane.

• Send SATs to Colleges
• Send Transcripts to Colleges
• Ask Ms. Antonelle how she wants Transcript Request forms
• Start Common App
• Find out what colleges take which applications
• Revise Eagle Packet
• Ask Mr. Stoddard who to send my packet to on the committee
• Email Mr. Kerpez about DEC
• Read Chapter on Iran
• Look over Macroeconomics work

I told you my life is hectic. Can't wait until winter break. It'll (mostly) all be over by then. I'm almost sure of it.

uh

Life has never been more confusing, stressful, and complicated. Hopefully it will never be like this again. I have to go through this hell for another quarter. After that, life will be like bliss.

Now I know what my mom meant by saying she would give anything to be bored a couple years ago.

Sister

My Sister is an absolute bitch. She found out I wasn't applying to Dutchess Community College, and she says:

"So you like spending money, eh?"

But I'm not a complete Douchebag, so i didn't respond. Know what I wanted to say?

"No. I don't like spending money. I like being smart. I like not getting such Shitty SAT grades that I can't get into the schools that I choose like you. You used the excuse for going to Dutchess to everyone as to save money, but our family knows that it's because your grades SUCK. You're not smart, and why would a college like you? Maybe superficially, but I'd feel so bad for your roommate. So no, I don't like spending money, I like working hard to be a good student and being fucking SMART, not rich."

but nope. I had to keep my mouth shut.

I'm just as pretentious as everyone else I guess.

Life 1

Is it:

To make many people happy while we live to make as many people sad when we die.

Cliche

What am I thankful for? The first thing that comes to mind is Not have being born in a 3rd world country. I've actually thought about it before.

I keep thinking about the concept of life more and more frequently, and my thoughts are too strong and complex to put on paper. My mind goes so fast that I can't catch up. Like this:

Why should we care about pain? It doesn't signify anything. If we're hurting, it'll stop hurting at some point, even if the end of the pain is death. So why don't we grin and bear it? All life ends anyway. The feelings of happiness you have, the memories, the sadness, the pain, the confusion, the understanding, it will all be gone. So who cares. Why do we live?

Do we live life not for ourselves, but for others?

Live to Tell the Tale

God bless that smile on your face
God bless the seeds in the ground
God bless my family's keen gaze,
Oh, i know
That whatever happens to you,
Whatever happens to me,
I hope that i'll fall asleep
Knowing that you'll always be
The story with no ending.

Pretty teen-angsty lyrics

Funny the Way it Is

Isn't it funny that we're judged so much on beauty, which is something that we cannot control nearly as much as our attitudes and opinions?

Miike Snow

These guys are in the same boat as Passion Pit, and are quickly becoming one of my top bands. There's three guys, two who have produced for years being the genius behind tracks such as Britney Spear's "Toxic," which they won awards for, and the other being their lead singer. They have a strong indie feel yet the synth feel of an electronica band.

Revisions

So you might remember my post about Selfless Acts of Kindness, but i have a revision to make. If you NEVER will see the person on the receiving end of the Selfless Act of Kindness in your life again, and there is NO possibility of that person having any influence on your life again, then them knowing that you did it still makes it a legitimate selfless act of kindness.

Fail Day

I failed a few times today.

1. Cut myself with an exacto knife

2. Went with the wrong group on Nordic Skiing

3. Fell and got cuts on my elbow, knee, and back from falling on rollerskis

4. Almost forgot my running shoes after skiing

But it was a good day...

Michael Franti

Hey, Hey, Hey

No matter how life is today,

There's just one thing that I got to say:

I won't let another moment slip away.

I donated blood (Good deed, yet not selfless)

I have another secret

I learned what to do with a pickle jar with only juice left

I got a buzzcut

I guess life is good?

On the Topic of

"The ACIP has helped us learn things previously misunderstood about love. Perhaps the most interesting misconception was that true love somehow causes people to place the wants of their beloved ahead of their own needs. Not only is such behavior extremely rare and always temporary, it is not love; it's a pathology, a mental disorder, not unlike schizophrenia or IDD. Even those of you who would willingly sacrifice your own life to save the life of another would do so only when your own needs (e.g., honor, religious belief, ego) outweigh your survival instincts."

From The Truth Machine

By James L. Halperin

A Picture is Worth a lot of Words

Plastic Bags

Alright.

This is what I've wanted to see all my life. No, not fireworks shooting out of Katy Perry's chest. I wanted to see a pop musician use their popularity and talent to convey good messages and break stereotypes. She made a song with meaning behind it, that wasn't about blatant heterosexuality, but about the potential in everyone, whether you're pretty, ugly, gay, straight, young, or old, you have potential.

And it's a sick song.

Pyongyang

Mmmm...

Cold Buckwheat Noodle Soup

My favorite.

The Race

Here's the Scenario:

Bill 1, Bill 2, and Bill 3 are at the starting line, and the referee (Who's name happens to be Bill 4) fires the gun. No, none of them die. They just start running really fast. So Bill 1 is in first, Bill 2 is in second, and Bill 3 is in last place.

After the first lap, Bill 2 rolls his ankle and is pulled out of the race, and Bill 1 comes in first with Bill 3 in close second.

So, Bill 1 did win...

BUT!

Did Bill 1 finish before Bill 2?

Trompe L'oeil

Look Closely

We'll Be Alright

This is definitely mockery. I think it's pretty damn funny.

We are young, we run free
Stay up late, we don’t sleep
Got our friends, got the night
We’ll be alright

Throw our hands in the air
Pretty girls everywhere
Got our friends, got the night
We’ll be alright

Tiao Cruz

Most people in the world spread their arms, look up to the sky and shout:

"Why Me?"

When they should really be listening to the crescendo of cries of:

"Why Us?"

Post 4

If an instrument is used correctly, it can turn into percussion with pitch capabilities. Or is that what it always is?

Post 3

I will break the system.

The routine.

The power.

The so called wisdom.

Direct your attention towards me.

I left

This place

You see.

Where the system used to be.

I broke the system.

I left

My old self

behind myself

On my shelf

In a box never to be opened.

Shit i can't write poetry for beans.

Post 2

I've thought excessively about selfless acts of kindness, or selfless service. My definition of a selfless act of kindness is an act of kindness towards someone other than yourself where the only benefit to the person who is performing the kindness is happiness. It shouldn't be a selfish act of kindness if you derive good feelings from it.

BUT WAIT!

there's more.

To make that the only benefit, you cannot tell anyone that you performed this selfless act of kindness.

Ever.

Or else you would get brownie points from that person, no longer qualifying it as selfless.

So if someone asks you if you have ever performed a selfless act of kindness, you have to say "No."

That's the definition of selflessness. I want to see that in people.

So lying is okay sometimes I guess.

Post 1

"Not quite 43 years old, he was the most eligible bachelor on earth, yet he rarely dated. He was the most admired businessman in the world, yet he despised himself. Pete may have been the most intelligent human being on the face of the planet, yet increasingly often he thought, I am the lowest form of life."

From The Truth Machine

By James L. Halperin

New Banner

It took me 15 minutes, but was fun to make. I'm kind of proud of it. It's shiny.

Oh Swedish people.

And apparently now more than one person knows of the existence of my blog...

Johnny

Cedee

Miki

Julian

Mark

wow. What a following. I feel like Justin Beiber on Twitter now.

Oyez, Oyez.

These guys are the epitome of something. Not sure what.

Royksopp Rocks my Socks.

Eh?

Some people live decades upon decades of life fearing a fraction of a second at the end of it all.

Note to Halloweenie Self

Next year- Buy a white sheet. And get scissors too. Drape it over your head after cutting holes for the eyes and mouth.

Oh wait.

I'll be in college.

I can't see myself in college next year. I still look like I'm 12.

*

Heaven is nowhere. Just Look to the Stars

I ♥ Retro

The letter after Y

I decided to research Sleep. I remember I used to know some cool facts and it was really interesting, so i decided to refresh myself and got some interesting stuff out of it.

So All mammals dream. Birds dream a little bit, but dolphins, dogs, and humans all dream.

During sleep, the Brain archives and sorts memories and data that were acquired while awake.

Some people twitch while they dream, and most breath quickly and their eyes move rapidly.

Dreams come about by completely RANDOM pulses being shot through your brain, and your fore brain interprets it however the hell it wants to. That's why our dreams are so wacky.

Blip Bloop

I've thought of some things to blog about in the past week-ish, i forgot some, but remembered some. So here's some random blips.

Replacing the toilet paper is the most common selfless act of kindness.

I want to get into using pen and ink. It's kind of bad ass, at least that's as bad ass as I get.

Tomorrow's Kymmie's birthday! I hope she doesn't have a sucky birthday. And I really hope I don't fuck it up.

I've started to curse mindlessly again. Before the summer-ish, I would hesitate before saying a curse word, but now saying "damn" and "shit" is like saying "paper" and "pencil."

I hate running.

I have a cool ringtone when I get a text message.

I love music.

Peace.

PS. Craisins are orgasmic.

Litterbugs

I wonder what it would be like to run down a clean road. I went for a run today, down my road and back. I had to avoid a dead possum, some rodent so FUBAR that i couldn't tell what it was, and countless pieces of garbage. It's weird, but this is normal to me.

Should it be?

I don't think so.

Using spaces in between paragraphs makes it more dramatic.

Doesn't it?

51

So this is my 51st post.

Why the hell am I doing this? I kind of forgot...

If this sets off no emotion for you, I'm suprised.

Facebook

So... I made a great decisive decision. I locked myself out of facebook. I typed in random numbers and letters into a word document and saved it, and then copied and pasted it into the "Change Password" section. It's a great idea.

I would have deleted it, but there are a lot of pictures that are nice for other people to have online that are mine and they are tagged in.

I made a smart decision. I'm almost sure of it. That doesn't happen much, especially when I'm in AP FRIGGIN' CALC!

Only if Everyone Knew

Wouldn't it be nice if I could

Give

All

My

Secrets

Away.

So it goes.

So I thought High School was going to be hard until senior year came along.

Now I know the hardest it gets. But I can have fun along the way, as long as I haul some major ass and stay on the balance beam for a little bit longer.

Jeezus Beezus

Who's to determine who's life is more valuable than another? It's always ours that is the greater isn't it?

Doesn't it suck when you trust someone so much that you feel like you could tell them everything, but you can't say what you want to.

I want to scream all my secrets to the world and have everyone judge me.

Ooh Girl

Busy Bees

So for the past few days I've been wishing I had free time because I have so much to do.

I came home and realized I had no homework, and I forgot what I was yearning to do so badly.

You don't know watcha got 'till it's gone.

Procrastination

So the title pretty much says why this is so.

Ummm... so dead chipmunk. It had a life. It's dead. I see it dead.

It's missing something. Not something physical, but emotional.

Vanitas makes me think. AP Studio Art stuffs.

I just saw the dead chipmunk and assume it had life. Before though. It's obviously gone now.

WHAT THE FUCK IS LIFE?

one thing's for sure.

i don't have one.

where can i get one?

not from this post.

Sore Baby Cows

So yesterday i ran 5 miles. The most I've ever ran.

Why the lucrative actions?

I joined the Nordic Ski Team. Of course not before I looked up Hari-Kari on Wiki-how. But I think it'll be fun. So today I ran 3 miles. So that's 8 miles in two days. Oh wait! I did the mile run in gym today.

9 MILES IN TWO DAYS! But i can't complain, because those cross country runners can run that no sweat in one day probably. Maybe a little sweat. Or a lot. Never mind, it's just an expression.

So I'm on the Ski team now. It'll be fun. . .

Death

My best friends great grandma died Saturday morning. I've been his best friend since kindergarten so of course I knew her pretty well. I even called her "grandma" too. She was amazing. I'm lucky to have known her.

I could have sworn she was invincible.

But I'm fine. It just makes me think. Really hard.

Dreams

2 generations later, how will our generation act? I doubt we'll listen to the music of our days, playing eminem to our grandchildren. But we won't be able to hear it anyway. Then we'll probably use computers quite a bit because it's what we were raised on. That's only if we don't all have arthritis and carpal tunnel from all the typing and texting we did as teenagers. All we'll have is instinctual abilities of playing with the grandkids. Will this happen?

We will get so advanced, that we must go back to our primitive state.

could it be?

Snap, Crackle, Pop

This blog has been formatted to fit your screen.

and oh yeah, fall is pretty much here.

beeboop.

Cone or Cup?

Working at dressel's ice cream stand has made me appreciate nice people much more. I never knew how much just being slightly considerate and not an asshole could help someone's good mood along. Just being reasonable makes everyone's life so much easier.

Weird people are normal.

But i'm biased ain't I?

Cookie Jar

So. Not sure why i started it, but now i have a jar of thoughts. With dates.

So... I have one of those abnormally large jugs of poland spring, empty of course, and throughout the day i write down thoughts on small slips of paper with the day's date on it. When i get home i put them all inside this jar. By the end of Senior year or when it gets full i will read them all. This should be interesting...

It gives me something to look forward to i suppose. Not that there's no other things to look forward to though. Just for S's and G's.

As time goes on...

The older you get past 30, i believe this is what will happen:

Function will begin to take precedent over form, unlike college kids and high schoolers who have haircuts that hinder their sight because it "looks cool," a person will use his calculator from freshman year of high school the size of a box because it "still works."

B Absolutely G

I was researching absolute pitch, and i stumbled across a very interesting fact.

Just to jump off of- Absolute pitch is the ability to identify a note's relative pitch and a key a song is in without a reference to an external note. So, there are many languages in Eastern Asia that rely on tonality within the language like Vietnamese, Cantonese, and Mandarin. This is unlike English of course. So, Those who are born in countries with similar traits... wait for it...

HAVE A BETTER LIKELIHOOD OF ATTAINING ABSOLUTE PITCH! cool stuff eh?

You Broken King

Vroom

Do you think Usain Bolt has ever heard about the tortoise and the hair?


And i found a 3 leaf clover with a vestigial structure as it's obvious genetic mutation yesterday.

Happy

I just backspaced 3 sentences on trying to thing of what to write about. So, i'll write about whatever and won't backspace for the rest of this blog and sees what happens. by that i meant see what happens but i can't backwpace is. you get the idea. we rely to much on the button hidding in the top right corner of the keuyboard. i've gotten into harmonica a lot. i am no go at id (iot, it) but hopefully i'll be come good enoguh to play every once in a while. I can ososslo, b sol,o SOLO to a song or something. It owould be cfun to have a few harmonica s in different keys to be able to s play to more thean one song i mean key. I've been listen ing to white stripes stuff. blast from the past! but aweosme stuff. chagne of pace you knwo. I've ablosososososo also been triying to do AP studfio are art sutuff. It's hard to gtet stuff done. I've been just doing abnything artsy and maybe when i 'm under pressure i can use some of it. Im making a duct tape slculpture that i will take piictures of and photosop so it won't be sculpture but 2d design. I'll I'm make ing a city. nonly 12 inches by 12 inches though.
Whoever made spellcheck must have a ringing in their rears right now >) :)

I Didn't Know You Could Laugh From Just Listening To A Good Song

My Life Flashing Before My Eyes

Life snuck up on me and passed me. Now i can't keep up. But i'm enjoying it, the thrill of the chase or something.
Part of my Summer has consisted of 27 days away from home within 33 days.
24 days in England.
10 days in Virginia.
Then 3 days in Ocean Grove felt like pocket change.
This may have been the best summer yet and it isn't over. Not only events, but people have made this the best summer.
2 Months is a long time, yet it went by so fast. But time flies when you're having fun, and i had a lot of fun.
And i've barely started my summer homework. Four words regarding the last sentence are:
S ugar
H oney
I ced
T ea

No Correlation to My Life

A lyric that I found amazing from Love the Way you Lie by Eminem.

"Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane"

And if you look at the rest of the lyrics, you get scared. I hope he doesn't know what he's talking about.

Drive in Theaters

Passion pit makes me feel good, and apparently there's a bunch of people who think so along with me and decide to make remixes! I'll provide a few of my favys.

and this one can't get embedded.... :(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s57e7_K1AEA

I'll post about england when i get the chance!

Fireworks

It's 6 o'clock and the sun shows no sign of surrender.

His mind slipped when he forgot about the annual bombardment of his home front, the skies. As the sun backs down, and the moon takes his night watch post, an anticipating crowd awaits it. It's 10 o'clock, and a boom loud enough to make your heart skip a beat ricochets through the valleys below, and as the crowd looks up, an unfaltering bombardment of the sky commences, and the moon waits patiently, knowing what will come soon.

But wait. A cease fire? That's what the people below think. But no, for the moon knows better than that, for he has expirienced the humiliation many times. the finale starts.

quote?

We are unreliable narrators to our own life stories.

England

So... i guess i'll blog for a second about my life. Tuesday i am going to England with my family to visit my Uncle and his family. For two weeks. I'm really excited, but i know i'm gonna miss home. I went to Colorado/ New Mexico for 3 weeks last summer, and i started to miss people at home, which I was really surprised at. Not sure why it surprised me, but i thought i would be one of those people who doesn't miss anyone or anything.

Now time for me to let the optimist step on stage...

I've never met my aunt who lives there. Well my parents SAY i have, but i don't remember her. And I also haven't seen my cousin Sidney since I was about 5 or something. We might get to go to London too along with a bunch of other places.

jeez.

Sweaty Palm Day

You're so unsure you do things right until it's over.

Then after it's all over, you know you did something right.

I feel good!

Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would, now
So good, so good, I got you

Bum

With one word, i would define myself as "useless" for this portion of the summer.

I've been on the computer, doing AP Studio art stuff, but i've been on the computer so much. I try to get away by going on a walk or a bike ride, but i need to say i DID something over the summer. I was thinking about making another CD like i did last year, but that's also on the computer.

I hate this feeling. I need a new one.

The 'ol switcharoo

I'd like to share with you a butterfly that i found in my poison ivy and pricker- filled adventure in the woods this afternoon.
I feel like it had a metaphor to tell me. I found it on this stick, and as i got closer and closer hoping to get the best picture possible, it flew away. I kept track of it with my eyes as it soared in circles around the small clearing in the woods that i was in. It flew for a quarter of a minute before it settled on a nearby leaf. Yet again, i surprised it with my unyielding antics to get a good picture, and it flew around the clearing, maybe for half a minute then settled down again. I decided to leave it alone at this point.

I feel like no matter how long you're gone, and no matter how far you go away, you'll always want to get back to where you started in your comfort zone.

another thing i found funny:

I'm going to generalize here...
0 -> 1 years old - don't know what the hell is going on..
2 -> 12 years old - parents are embarrassed by their kids
13 -> death - kids are embarrassed by their parents.

Mirrors

There's a man in the mirror.
And a man out of the mirror.
The man in the mirror yells and screams and hoots and hollers at the man that calls himself "reality."
There are really two men here, why would someone mentally mutilate themselves? The man in the mirror is a separate entity, who you could be, who you see yourself as. And he yells at you.
For you are not him.

Law

Should we make laws by taking other laws into consideration?
If we do, do we make laws by thinking that the law will be broken, or obeyed?
Rules are meant to be broken, but intended to be followed.

Art

I've had a realization.
I need to be better at art to survive the wrath of rapp.
But then again, look at the dada artists. I'll just sign a urinal and I'll be in business!
ah... now that feels good.

Q for U

so... who else should i share this blog with.

I've been satisfied with writing for us two for the past few weeks, but it would be cool if someone else read it to.

FB me.

FTW-esque communication.

:)

I...

like school for everything but the school work.

Did they plan it that way, kinda like "commercial TV."

You keep watching the commercials to see the shows

You keep going to school to see your friends.

Consumerism FTW!

By the way, FTW is my new favorite geek-esque acronym, ftw.

and esque is my favorite suffix.

HI CEDEE

Passion Pit

I recently got a burned copy of Passion Pit's "Manners" CD. Passion Pit is my new favorite band.

Fo shizzle.

Anyway, I like the cover. It's a black background with simple white lettering on the front that is centered. On the top it says "Passion Pit," and directly underneath it says "Manners."

Who woulda thunk?

The point of it is, the black background was given some grungy look to it, made it look old and worn down. Maybe a narrative on the title of the album?

They also have a childlike genre to them, another reason why they may have chosen this album name...

Listen to Fold in Your Hands, Sleepyhead, and Better Things by Passion Pit.

Meaningless Rain

A field of umbrellas obscures my vision of what I'm looking for.

The raindrops fall onto the umbrellas, as they serve a purpose for what they are hiding.

I stand drenched, without a purpose but to find what they are hiding from me.

To Forget

I jump

Splash.

I feel the air sink up from the cold cold water

Cold.

All feeling and knowing and cares vanish away for a minute second as a minute rush of adrenaline passes through my veins eliminating all feelings

And I don't even know it.

My only hope is to race for the ladder, my only hope, the one chance, and I have to get there, as my crowded mind parts as if I was the moses of my four foot pool, and I see my grey plastic sanctuary

I climb.

It all comes back

And the world

Spins Madly

On

Sleepyhead

And you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls against your rules against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes but go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

Cookies and Circles

I went to my uncle freddy's to help my dad cut and carry some wood. About 45 minutes later, I went over to my grandma's house to say hi. She lives next door to where we were cutting wood.

I got a cookie when I went there. I took 3 when I left. One more for me, and one more for my dad.

By the time my dad was in sight, I had two cookies gone and two in my hand.

What compelled me not to eat the one cookie in my hand and give the other to my dad, as if I ate one and he got one, fair and square?

What drives us to do good?

I didn't eat the cookies. I asked my dad if he wanted the cookies, and he said "no thanks."

I ♥ Karma.

And food for thought...

If they say there are no straight lines...

But circles are made up of entirely lines...

What is our world geometrically made of?

Truth behind every Lie

Does this mean that there's comedy behind every serious matter? Why do we avoid this part of a serious matter? Is it part of our nature, or do we all have to act the same to similar situations? Do we define our emotions, or is it society?

To laugh at tragedy. Haha.

4 leaf clover

Lets say you found a four leaf clover.

Why are people happy about it? It's a genetic mutation that creates a vestigial structure.

It's kinda like being happy about finding a dog born with three legs or something.

Imperfection

Doing things wrong and making mistakes makes us who we are.

Who says we have to do everything right? Does anyone know?

Roadkill Cuisine

Isn't Cuisine Food? Isn't roadkill the stuff you find at the side of the street?

yes.

yes.

yes.

Roadkill Cuisine is preparing and eating roadkill. It's mostly humour that drives us to think such things, but a small portion of our country and a few others practice the consumption of "flat meats." These animals will be prepared in stews, casseroles, or on shish kabobs, depending on the country you're dining in.

In Canada, until recently, (plural of) moose that had been hit by cars, which was rather common, were given to the needy. Now they labeled this as hazardous to your health, but the same practice with the common motorcycle to bear collisions still occurs in the country.

You want to get some good eats? Go to the Roadkill Cafe in NT, Australia where their motto is "you kill it, we grill it!"

Time for some Breakfast!

Eardrum

The tympanic membrane, also known as the eardrum, is located in the middle ear and it's cone shaped. It's a tiny flap of skin that vibrates with the sound you hear. For high frequency, which is high pitched, noises, the flap vibrates faster and vice versa. Louder sounds make the drum move greater distances.

And What I think is cool about it:

It can actually prioritize noise. That's how you can keep a conversation over a loud vacuum cleaner, because its reflex makes it tone down the low pitched noise to make it focus on higher pitched sounds such as voices.

Irony

How things can be switched around so easily.

In a cold shower, making the water cooler because the air is too hot.

In a hot shower, making the water warmer because the air is too cold.

Oh, I figured out something I might start to blog about. Research a random topic a day and post my findings like so:

Slowth- A system in economical terms that means slow and steady growth rather than rapid growth. It also refers to a type of travel, which is actually slower, but faster.

Say WHAT?

yeah. That's right. In heavily packed urban areas, if you go slower, yet steadier, (kind of like that turtle...) you'll get to the end, in this case, work, faster.

Could this be applied to life? Eh... maybe not.

Woodchucks

Within the last two days, I have seen three chipmunks.

Coincidence?

I think not.

Blood

Giving blood. Imagine if more people realized the strength of the stuff that's in you. Just giving up two hours of your time can save a life.

Alright. Now don't give the bullshit excuse that you're squeemish or afraid of needles.

I just dare you to go to that funeral and take a look and tell me who's feeling sick now.

rhythm

I've found that it is easier to fall asleep to music. I know it's not because it bores me, but it must be because of the rhythm. Why does a steady rhythm help us sleep such as a ticking clock? Maybe we were born with a sense of beat and rhythm, unlike the few that can't keep a beat.

Still can't think of anything to actually write seriously about.

crap.

Daily

I do things daily, in usually the same order, with little variation besides after school. But then again, those are weekdays. I wake up, eat some sort of breakfast supplement, do all the normal things in the morning, then go to the ECBF, the Euro-Centric Brainwashing Facility, aka, school. After school, who knows. Most likely some homework and a snack, and everything else is by chance. But to make a traditional afterschool activity could be created. Call it blogging.

To talk about a blog in a blog is redundant.

I will shut up now.

Writer's Block

I am no blogger. I'm not a writer either. Let's say I have never written in my life, theoretically. If I never wrote, and I was about to write for the first time, and I didn't know what to write about, would I be having a writer's block?