I have been getting a little blog happy lately, but oh well. This is how I get when my brain is working a lot and I need to get things off my mind. Now the things that are setting my mind to racing aren't really going to be talked about in this blog, but the random thoughts I come up with to keep my mind off of said things will be.
Lately I have been in a philosophical mood and a few interesting questions have come to mind.
The first of these is an actual philosophical question which has no right or wrong answers. It is designed to make you think about yourself and how you want to live life. Well, here goes. If you could have in your life one day of perfect happiness - the type that great love stories and legends can only vaguely explain - and the memory of that day would stay bright and new in your mind for the rest of your life, but for the rest of your life all other good things would make your current happiness feel like a candle next to the burning sun of the happiness you once enjoyed. . . . would you take that happiness? Would you be in perfect bliss for one day if you knew that the rest of your life would be pale and wan in comparison, or would you choose to be relatively happy for most of your life and never know that perfect joy?
The next question isn't so much philosophical as it is just interesting. Why does my being agnostic seem to affect the opinions of professors so much? I have been in Core IX with Nichols for half a semester now, and for some reason now that he knows I am agnostic he keeps pointing it out, and whenever I answer one of his religious questions he acts as if I am dropping a bomb on the class because I can logically deduce what kind of answer he is looking for. My agnosticism doesn't make me any different once you know about it. I am still George White. I still think and act the same way, but professors can't seem to just accept it and move on. They have to make it a central point of who I am in the class.
10/13/2006
Oh boy . . .
Ok, I was told to write about pickles and pineapples, so this first section is going to be about those two things. They are delicious foods (not together), but I have to say I like pickles more than pineapples. I mean, with a pickle it could be any of a dozen tasty flavors. It could be dill, kosher dill, sweet, bread and butter, garlic, spicy dill, etc. At the drive-in we actually sell pickles and I find myself eating one every few days while I work there. The delicious garlic flavor sustains me for the night and all is well. Pineapple on the other hand, while being sweet and delicious, is a very monotonous taste.
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Anyway, to the body of this post. I am not entirely sure what I am going to write about, but it should be interesting. Life is coming at me at about 186,282 miles a second and I can't seem to figure out how to slow it down. Between classes, work, theater, clubs, and personal business I just don't seem to have any free time in which I am not working on one thing or another.
Speaking of the play. I am starting to get a little worried. Two of the other guys are driving me insane. One of them used to know his lines, but has recently just seemed to lose them all. The other knows his lines, but questions himself so much that he will stop in the middle of a line and ask for it, even though he was saying it right the whole time. Everyone else is doing great (even Spence is finally getting into character), and I am really happy with the majority of the show. Hopefully this tech week kicks the two guys into gear and things work out.
Classes. . . well the majority of classes are going great. Human Sexuality is tons of fun, Core IX is a breeze thus far, Social Psych is boring but easy, and Abnormal Psych is going ok because Pulver seems to have racheted down his assholishness. Professional Seminar though . . . that class is going to kick my ass. Wong isn't giving us enough direction in things. She is pretty much just looking at us and saying "Ok, go do it" and not explaining what "it" is. This drives me crazy and there are times I just want to strangle her. She explains concepts we had as freshmen, but doesn't give us any actual structure or guidance for the new things. Seely . . . or even Pulver. . . needs to take over the class. At least that way things would be run smoothly.
Jobs. . . it seems whenever I am not at play practice in the evening I am working. If it isn't RA duty, it is working Security at a sporting event (like twenty minutes from now). I need the money, but there is no chance for me to sit down and do other things. Last night while on duty was the first night in a while I have actually felt relaxed and free to sit and think about things.
Clubs. . . Oh clubs. . . These aren't quite as stressful, but at the same time they are. These are things I like doing and want to be part of, but unfortunately everything else seems to be crowding them out. I need to come up with some T-shirt ideas for the College Republicans, but every time I try to sit down and brainstorm, I end up getting pulled into something else.
My personal life, well I am not even sure I want to think about it right now. Confusion reigns supreme as always, and I don't know what to do. Part of me likes things the way they are and doesn't want to mess them up. Another part of me (and several friends) are yelling at me to do something.
Yes it does, Ok Go. . . . yes it does.
Well, off to stand and watch a Soccer game.
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Anyway, to the body of this post. I am not entirely sure what I am going to write about, but it should be interesting. Life is coming at me at about 186,282 miles a second and I can't seem to figure out how to slow it down. Between classes, work, theater, clubs, and personal business I just don't seem to have any free time in which I am not working on one thing or another.
Speaking of the play. I am starting to get a little worried. Two of the other guys are driving me insane. One of them used to know his lines, but has recently just seemed to lose them all. The other knows his lines, but questions himself so much that he will stop in the middle of a line and ask for it, even though he was saying it right the whole time. Everyone else is doing great (even Spence is finally getting into character), and I am really happy with the majority of the show. Hopefully this tech week kicks the two guys into gear and things work out.
Classes. . . well the majority of classes are going great. Human Sexuality is tons of fun, Core IX is a breeze thus far, Social Psych is boring but easy, and Abnormal Psych is going ok because Pulver seems to have racheted down his assholishness. Professional Seminar though . . . that class is going to kick my ass. Wong isn't giving us enough direction in things. She is pretty much just looking at us and saying "Ok, go do it" and not explaining what "it" is. This drives me crazy and there are times I just want to strangle her. She explains concepts we had as freshmen, but doesn't give us any actual structure or guidance for the new things. Seely . . . or even Pulver. . . needs to take over the class. At least that way things would be run smoothly.
Jobs. . . it seems whenever I am not at play practice in the evening I am working. If it isn't RA duty, it is working Security at a sporting event (like twenty minutes from now). I need the money, but there is no chance for me to sit down and do other things. Last night while on duty was the first night in a while I have actually felt relaxed and free to sit and think about things.
Clubs. . . Oh clubs. . . These aren't quite as stressful, but at the same time they are. These are things I like doing and want to be part of, but unfortunately everything else seems to be crowding them out. I need to come up with some T-shirt ideas for the College Republicans, but every time I try to sit down and brainstorm, I end up getting pulled into something else.
My personal life, well I am not even sure I want to think about it right now. Confusion reigns supreme as always, and I don't know what to do. Part of me likes things the way they are and doesn't want to mess them up. Another part of me (and several friends) are yelling at me to do something.
Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
Yes it does, Ok Go. . . . yes it does.
Well, off to stand and watch a Soccer game.
10/12/2006
Soundtrack of My Life
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
Opening Credits:
Home by Michael Buble
Waking Up:
Come On, Come On by Smashmouth
First Day At School:
I'm Going to Go Back There Someday by Gonzo from The Muppets
Falling In Love:
It Had To Be You by Frank Sinatra
Fight Song:
Every Time I Hear Your Name by Keith Urban
Breaking Up:
You Don't Know Me by Michael Buble
Prom:
Kiss The Girl from Little Mermaid as sung by Acoustix
Life's OK:
Theme from House MD
Mental Breakdown:
Change in My Life by Rockapella
Driving:
From Time to Time by Rascal Flatts
Flashback:
Special Fred by Stephen Lynch
Getting Back Together:
Joy to the World by Three Dog Night
Wedding:
Where've You Been by Kathy Mattea
Birth of Child:
Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger
Final Battle:
The Steps of Saint Patrick's by Jason LeVasseur
Death Scene:
Betrayed by Nathan Lane from The Producers
Funeral Song:
Hooked on a Feeling by Rockapella
End Credits:
You Have AIDS from Family Guy
Ok, the beginning works ok. . . but when it gets to Flashback it starts breaking down. I mean c'mon . . . Steps of Saint Patrick's for Final Battle?!?!?!
That is just how bored I am people.
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
Opening Credits:
Home by Michael Buble
Waking Up:
Come On, Come On by Smashmouth
First Day At School:
I'm Going to Go Back There Someday by Gonzo from The Muppets
Falling In Love:
It Had To Be You by Frank Sinatra
Fight Song:
Every Time I Hear Your Name by Keith Urban
Breaking Up:
You Don't Know Me by Michael Buble
Prom:
Kiss The Girl from Little Mermaid as sung by Acoustix
Life's OK:
Theme from House MD
Mental Breakdown:
Change in My Life by Rockapella
Driving:
From Time to Time by Rascal Flatts
Flashback:
Special Fred by Stephen Lynch
Getting Back Together:
Joy to the World by Three Dog Night
Wedding:
Where've You Been by Kathy Mattea
Birth of Child:
Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger
Final Battle:
The Steps of Saint Patrick's by Jason LeVasseur
Death Scene:
Betrayed by Nathan Lane from The Producers
Funeral Song:
Hooked on a Feeling by Rockapella
End Credits:
You Have AIDS from Family Guy
Ok, the beginning works ok. . . but when it gets to Flashback it starts breaking down. I mean c'mon . . . Steps of Saint Patrick's for Final Battle?!?!?!
That is just how bored I am people.
10/07/2006
Wow
Well, it has been over a month since I have posted anything here . . . and my last post was nothing more than posting up something JP said.
It isn't that I haven't had things to write about (Oh boy have I); it is just that I can't seem to find the time when I want to write or the desire to write when I have the time. It is actually quite funny.
So, what has been happening the past month?
Well, first and foremost, I don't bloody understand women. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to figure them out. They are enigmas, they drive me crazy, yet I can't help but be enthralled by them. Over the past month, I have been stymied by no fewer than five women's actions. Every time I think I get one of them figured out, every time I think to myself, "Hey, this is what this woman thinks about me" . . . BAM! Something happens and it completely mystifies me. My viewpoint becomes completely skewed as I try to assimilate this new information into my existing schemas regarding women. By now, you think I would have learned that women are not something I am meant to understand, but no.
Add onto all this the sheer amount of drama seeming to consume everyone the past few weeks and you just have insanity. This isn't the good drama either. No thespians playfully cavorting around a stage. This is pure high school melodrama. This is the kind of drama that occurs when Person A gets mad at Person B, but they don't confront Person B. Instead, they go complaining to Person C, Person D, Person E, and Person F. Of course, one of those four will say something to someone else, and eventually it gets to Person B, and they get mad. This of course can either lead to another round of bitching to other people, or to Person B confronting Person A about it. Of course, this confrontation leads to Person A getting mad at the people he/she complained to and can start the entire process over again.
I AM SICK OF IT. It has been going on all over the place this past month, and I don't know why. When did we revert back to freshman year of High School? Why can we not be adults and face up to each other? If you have a problem with someone, tell them about it. If someone does something that pisses you off, let him or her know. I know it seems like a novel concept, but maybe honesty is the best policy here people. A little bitching about things is all well and good. Hell, I know I do it plenty myself, but if I have a real problem with someone I let them know. I don't sit around griping with people and making jokes about how to hurt/kill the person who angers me. I don't avoid the person like the plague. I don't ignore the person when they try talking to me.
Ah, venting is good for the spirit. I have been thinking that stuff, but not saying it for a while. Because these feelings are not being caused by any one person, I haven't said this to anyone. It just didn't feel right to vent all that to one person who only tossed a few straws on the camel's back. Sure, one of their straws may have been that one that just snapped the spine, but can you really blame that one straw for the weight of all the others?
So here I am, sitting in my room at 4:50 on the Saturday of Homecoming. I am alone, completely sober, bored, and unable to sleep. It is a little sad, but then again, that is how I spend most of my nights. For some reason I feel have been feeling quite lonely lately and I don't know why. I have more friends than I know what to do with. I walk into a building and half a dozen people say my name with the sound of joy filling their voices. This year's freshman class has a multitude of people in whose company I find myself laughing, thinking, and generally having a good time. You would think that them, in addition to all of my old friends from years past would be enough, but the thing is, none of these relationships is as close and intimate as I would really like. I miss the feeling of having one person in the world who feels that I truly mean something to them and just wants to spend time with me. I want someone who truly and deeply cares about me in a manner that means more than simple friendship. Don’t get me wrong, friendship is all well and good, but I want more.
Quotes of the night -
It isn't that I haven't had things to write about (Oh boy have I); it is just that I can't seem to find the time when I want to write or the desire to write when I have the time. It is actually quite funny.
So, what has been happening the past month?
Well, first and foremost, I don't bloody understand women. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to figure them out. They are enigmas, they drive me crazy, yet I can't help but be enthralled by them. Over the past month, I have been stymied by no fewer than five women's actions. Every time I think I get one of them figured out, every time I think to myself, "Hey, this is what this woman thinks about me" . . . BAM! Something happens and it completely mystifies me. My viewpoint becomes completely skewed as I try to assimilate this new information into my existing schemas regarding women. By now, you think I would have learned that women are not something I am meant to understand, but no.
Add onto all this the sheer amount of drama seeming to consume everyone the past few weeks and you just have insanity. This isn't the good drama either. No thespians playfully cavorting around a stage. This is pure high school melodrama. This is the kind of drama that occurs when Person A gets mad at Person B, but they don't confront Person B. Instead, they go complaining to Person C, Person D, Person E, and Person F. Of course, one of those four will say something to someone else, and eventually it gets to Person B, and they get mad. This of course can either lead to another round of bitching to other people, or to Person B confronting Person A about it. Of course, this confrontation leads to Person A getting mad at the people he/she complained to and can start the entire process over again.
I AM SICK OF IT. It has been going on all over the place this past month, and I don't know why. When did we revert back to freshman year of High School? Why can we not be adults and face up to each other? If you have a problem with someone, tell them about it. If someone does something that pisses you off, let him or her know. I know it seems like a novel concept, but maybe honesty is the best policy here people. A little bitching about things is all well and good. Hell, I know I do it plenty myself, but if I have a real problem with someone I let them know. I don't sit around griping with people and making jokes about how to hurt/kill the person who angers me. I don't avoid the person like the plague. I don't ignore the person when they try talking to me.
Ah, venting is good for the spirit. I have been thinking that stuff, but not saying it for a while. Because these feelings are not being caused by any one person, I haven't said this to anyone. It just didn't feel right to vent all that to one person who only tossed a few straws on the camel's back. Sure, one of their straws may have been that one that just snapped the spine, but can you really blame that one straw for the weight of all the others?
So here I am, sitting in my room at 4:50 on the Saturday of Homecoming. I am alone, completely sober, bored, and unable to sleep. It is a little sad, but then again, that is how I spend most of my nights. For some reason I feel have been feeling quite lonely lately and I don't know why. I have more friends than I know what to do with. I walk into a building and half a dozen people say my name with the sound of joy filling their voices. This year's freshman class has a multitude of people in whose company I find myself laughing, thinking, and generally having a good time. You would think that them, in addition to all of my old friends from years past would be enough, but the thing is, none of these relationships is as close and intimate as I would really like. I miss the feeling of having one person in the world who feels that I truly mean something to them and just wants to spend time with me. I want someone who truly and deeply cares about me in a manner that means more than simple friendship. Don’t get me wrong, friendship is all well and good, but I want more.
Quotes of the night -
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable. – Randy K. Milholland
"What part of my message did you get? We've been having trouble with the com system, see, and--"
"The most important part. The part that said: 'I need you.'"
"And you came here just on that?"
"What more is there?"
Garibaldi and Lise
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