Wheeee! Bright, youthful nonsensical misspelled title

I feel like dancing and singing. Currently there are other persons occupying this house. But that's okay, because I can just dance and sing in my head. I'll dance with Zen me, neurotic me, and the me that's rolling her eyes because of why I want to sing and dance.

I'm rocking out of Radio Disney. I've been listening to it pretty much nonstop since yesterday afternoon. Orginally it was just because I heard a really catchy tune on Disney Channel's NBT, so I searched it on Wikipedia, and found out that Radio Disney could be streamed through iTunes, under the pop and top forty section. I heard the song, and learned its name [A Different Side of Me] After an hour, but for some reason...I just kept listening. Within the last two days, I've heard "Today was a Fairytale" by Taylor Swift at least ten times, and "Baby" by Justin Bieber at least five. This is probably something I shouldn't share with my friends.

But the other major part of my happiness, I probably will share with my friends tommorrow, and then they'll probably stare at me and wonder how I managed to worm my way into their lives. Unless they also get really excited when they find a copy of a Dictionary of the Apostolic Church on Google. Yes. Great stuff. It's long passed into public domain and everything, so there's a full preview. I'd been looking up the etymology of my name, and the best I'd really hoped for was a snippet view. AND THERE WAS ALMOST AN ENTIRE PAGE IN THE DICTIONARY OF THE APOSTOLIC CHURCH!!!

One of 759 pages, so that's like .132 percent of the entire book!

Never mind that my name is really a variant of the original.

Bah

If I've really just been lost, even when I thought I was at the top of the world. There are no words. Rather, I can't find them.

There was a digression somewhere, but I can't remember it.

quid pro quo- a favor for a favor

Under silence is an active hub

I've concluded that I [or at least facebook-linked me] wields considerable influence over my peers. Several months ago, I began posting links to blogs that I liked [i.e., became obessed with]as my status.

Today, one of my friends posted this person's latest blog post on her wall.

And I had been afraid that I was spamming everyone.

I win.

On the flawed side of perfect

And today was one of the best days ever. There.

I've probably said that ten times since 3'o clock.

It was just a really nice lineup.

Productive weekend
Non-procrastinating monday
Sleeping in this morning
Lunch with friends on a beautiful day
Talking about zombies and world flooding
Short classes, but lots of things to do
Loaf of chocolate chip bread
Math homework
Songs
Yay

Here's me sounding like a tree

Do you know what's incredibly sad? I think I'm getting old. I don't mean the day by day aging - I mean the nostalgic, "Woah, has it really been that long?" kind of old.

Facebook is either the best or the worst invention on the internet. Best, because it allows us to "connect" with old friends. Worst, because more often than not, those friends only become pixels in a square that pops up on the homepage when they click around Facebook. Worst, because once in a while their photo albums pop up and you see them, and realize that they've gotten older.

It's the Grandparent problem, when they haven't seen you in years and suddenly they stare at you and gasp, "look how old you've gotten!" [or maybe that's really only a kid thing] and you stare at them because it does not seem like you have gotten older at all.

Sometimes it seems like my life is stagnant, like a frozen particle in a whirl of chaos, and all around I can see people growing and moving through life ahead of me and behind me and next to me. But I'm not moving. I am still. I am the only thing not moving. And I wonder how long it will be until I fall behind.

Communism and Marxism aren't good tags....

AHA!!!

Certain lyrics have a habit of sticking to my brain. Well, there was this one that had been bugging me for weeks, "the Jaeger's so sweet." I was too busy and too lazy to try to find the song that it belongs to, but it turns out that I needn't have bothered - it's from "Six Feet Under the Stars" by All Time Low. I was listening to the acoustic version, because I had been listening to "Remembering" by the same band, and had gone on itunes to look it up. And then I noticed the acoustic "Six Feet Under" was a bonus track and could only be bought with the album, so naturally I was curious and listened to it. And then I heard it!

It's amazing how some things work out.

On an unrelated note, I've been watching loads of junk t.v. recently. Namely, Millionare Matchmaker on Bravo, which is like a show where millionare [not rich, because with inflation and the graduated tax, even millionares are struggling. Not as much as the poor, but still, in their own way, struggling] men go and speed-date with a bunch of beautiful-and-smart-girls. All of this is presided over by the matchmaker Patti.

Anyways, one of the millionares is extremely religious, and he asked one of two girls that he picked to go on a mini-date what they thought about Christianity, or religion in general. And the girl said something like, "well, I personally think that the bible is just a bunch of made up stories to manipulate the masses, but I'm very spiritual."

And the look on that guy's face was something along the lines of "okay, you're out." Although it wasn't his face that made me laugh. It was what the girl said. I'm pretty sure that some communist or Marxist doctrine condemns religion as "an opiate for the masses." Or maybe I just read it in 1984. Or my history textbook. I really wish more people read this blog, because then maybe they could help. Because there's a significant distinction between communism and Marxism, and it's one of those things that educated people should know about, like the correct usage of 'irony.'

But unfortunately I never quite got into politcal ideologies, even though I've wanted to and I've thought it'd be interesting. I also couldn't recognize irony if it shot me in the face.

Dear Self,

Your definition essay sucks. It is due tommorrow. Get off your blog and go fix it.

Sincerely,
You

My Thoughts Branch off to Infinity

I spent my saturday drawing maps for history. It was quite amazing, actually. 12 straight hours of mindless devotion. And my maps are amazing. One for before WWI, one for after WWI.

How did I do it?
-Printed out a black and white map
-Traced the country borders in ink
-Taped a blank sheet of paper over it and put it against the window to trace the outlines in pencil
-Made a copy of the pencil drawing
-Traced the copy of the pencil drawing in ink
-Color
-Name
-And repeat

I have a sneaking suspicion that my posts are mostly about homework. And that no one really cares.

Well, fine.

I'll talk about Imogen Heap. Because it was her song [The Walk] that I listened to for most of the 12 hours. I don't know much about her, except that she used to be a part of Frou Frou, and that she's English. But I love her songs, and somehow they always mean something to me.

It's really amazing when someone can write/sing something that a random person can understand. I wish I could do that.

Me: Blah blah blah
Random Person: OMG! That's what I think sometimes when I'm happy/alone/doubting myself/doing homework. I feel better now!

There has to be more than pure genetics in a person. More than environment. Two people can enter the same room and emerge miles apart. Is it just pure chance? A coin that is tossed with two possibilities that lands with one?

I feel, sometimes, that I know nothing. Everything that's ever crept or been crammed in my brain is insignificant, because all the unknowns of the universe rounds off way before my decimal place. Sometimes I don't understand what's going on around me. And I wish I did. Sometimes I wish I knew and understood everything. But then my pitiful brain would probably explode. There must be a cost for omniscience.

*cough* I just realized - I have a lot of homework to do.

Seriously though: The Walk. Imogen Heap. Look it up.

Stupid people with goals.

You make me feel like a loser with no purpose.

Thanks.

And by the way, there is no purpose.

So ha.

Just a little poem for kicks

Life is like a sine graph.

It's nice.

You can always rely on it to get better, or worse.

It's very consistent.

[Sine graphs and life]

Math is fun.

And it burns calories, too.