Highschoologoly

As a senior, I can officially say that I am almost done with high school... The following is what I my self have experienced, and I hope that you can learn from it! (and if you're beyond high school, take a chance to reminiscence the days you were in it!)

Highschoologoly- the social study of human behavior and student aspects within high school

Freshman: 

As a freshman, you're still getting used to the school. You don't quite know where you are, what you're doing, or where your middle school buddies have gone. You try to avoid the "upper classmen" because you distinguishably separate yourself as a "freshman" by the way you act, the prevalence of immaturity in your elocution, the friends you hang around.... and generally your height (in most cases). Freshman year is unequivocally the easiest year you will have in terms of stress, workload and homework. However, that is from the perspective of a "upper classmen". Being a freshman yourself, you may think that Freshman year is fairly difficult as compared to Middle School, primarily because your rhetoric still encompasses things like  "And then we wents 2 go hang out. And then after that we chilled at the weerd park. And then...."  in about the vast majority of your English papers. In essence, freshman year is what I like to call "Middle School 2.0". It's Middle School on extensive amounts of social steroids. 

Tips:

- Focus on school (you'll realize the importance of your GPA when you find yourself applying to colleges)

- Ignore people that look down on  you

- Join as many clubs/extracurricular actives as possible; rank up through the years

- Be involved; try NOT be a "leader". You'll have that chance later on.

Sophomore:

As a sophomore, it's now your second year of school, and you're no longer the scum of high school. You now know where the bathrooms are, which lunch lines offer the most humane food, and generally a better grasp on Highschoologoly. However, sophomore year is probably the year where "upper classmen" label you as a DOUCHEBAG. Why is this so? Well, now that you have "under classmen" subordinate to you, and that you may have gained a few "upper classmen" friends along the way; you'r ego level augments at increments of a thousand ego points per day (EP/D). This often lends towards you unconsciously acting like a colossal mass of faggot-ness. I would not even like to discuss the effects "driving" and obtaining "license" has on your EP/D. Sophomore are the ones commonly found in their natural habit..... the middle of the hallway. This not only adds to your EP/D, but causes problems for every other student. In terms of school work, Sophomore year is pretty much the same thing as  Freshman year, just a tad harder. You may notice the sudden subsidence of pictures and colors in your textbook, and the increasing mass it gains. You're writing may improve to "And then we went socializing together. Soon after that, we hung out at the strange park. After that....". Basically, Sophomore year is what I call "Hunters and Gatherers". You try to hunt and gather as many "friends" as possible to increase your social status, regardless of their personality, and history. You turn a blind eye to "true friends" and people who actually love. The "ignorant jocks" and the "despondent nerds" and "band" is slowly abstracting into their own groups. You are learning the basics of Facebookology.

Tips:

- PARK IN YOUR OWN DAM AREA

- Continue focusing on school

- Girls; forget about boys... non of them know what true love is. They'll just end up breaking your heart.

- Boys; don't play around with a girl's heart... if you like her... respect her

- Don't congregate in the middle of the halls; its highly looked down upon

- Respect your elders

- Don't try to be cool and popular. Popularity is overrated.

- MAKE TRUE FRIENDS! Not the kind that you say you hang out with just so that you can say you hang out with them.....

Junior:

Congratulations, you are now a junior, considered an "upper classmen". You now have a tremendous grasp on Highschoology, and have pretty much categorized yourself into a specific "group". You care less about the "underclassmen" as long as they don't mess with you, and you're beginning to notice the abrupt surge of stress and homework (ex. homework, reviews, etc.) At the beginning of the school year, you try to focus on school and friends like you did in your Sophomore year, but the incessant idea of "SAT... PSAT..." haunts you daily (I highly advice you to take those early on; so that you have multiple chances at getting a better score). Junior year is deemed the hardest year in all of high school; and it truly is. But hard is defined more as the amounts of "other stuff" you need to do aside from school work. You're beginning to worry about college already, and any textbook with a hint of colors and highlighted vocabulary is a delight. Your EP/D begins to drop, and you start to notice who your actual friends are. Seniors somewhat respect you, and the signs of immaturity are beginning to fade. During the middle of the school year, you may notice a few  grey hairs growing here and there, but you could careless because you have two test and three quizzes the next day. Another name for Junior year is "Cram Info"; expect to get less sleep unless you plan to fail. Your writing now looks like "As we congregated together in convivial camaraderie, we discussed the perplexing nature of our acquaintances. Soon after, a nearby park seemed most ravishing as we settled for the night. The prospect of tomorrow....". To prevent further horror and trauma upon myself; I will conclude there.

Tips:

- Get started on your SAT/PSAT/ACT early

- Take the ACT; I think it's ALOT easier

- Try not to focus on college, just on your grades 

- Have a solid amount of community service/extra curricular activities

- If you're going to pull an all nighter; the best way for optimal results is to take mini naps in between!

- Be nice to your teachers and such (unless you want a Letter of Recommendation talking about how bad you are)

- Don't drink too much coffee, save your tolerance level for college

- Organize your time well

Senior:

You just don't give a shit anymore. Nuf said.

Tips:

- get laid

- get wasted

....... JUST KIDDING!!

- GET YOUR APPLICATIONS DONE EARLY!!! don't procrastinate, shits a killer

- Have fun! It's your last year.....

Bored: The Sun Is Evil

As of this moment; there is one specific thing I am tired of. One being the frikin SUN......... and two the fact that I only said there was ONE THING........

The sun is the root of all evil. YES it provides the ultimate source of energy for our lives, YES we will all die without it, and YES it is yellow. But if you look at this from a un-obvious and strangely meticulous point of view; the SUN IS EVIL!!!!! 

Here is the sun O

The sun provides energy to our producers O --> LLLLL

Animals eat this .......... production from....... producers to produce...... O --> LLLLL -> COW

ENERGY for us when we EAT THAT FOOL (fool being the producer or the animal...) O --> LLLLL -> COW/LLLLL -> MANKIND

Agreeing with that-

Criminals eat the producers and animals which are made by the sun

So, the sun is evil in that it provides the energy which the criminal lives by

There-frikin-for ....... the sun is evil in that it PROMOTES VIOLENCE

And since violence is evil.... the sun is EVIL

O --> LLLLL -> COW -> EVIL MAN -> VIOLENCE -> DEATH -> BURIAL/CREMATION -> NUTRIENTS FOR THE SOIL -> MORE  LLLLL through the O -> OTHER EVIL PEOPLE -> EVIL

which = O -> EVIL

The truth is that I play tennis and that I'm sunburned..........

Thanks for reading!

Food... infinite!!??!?!?

Oh hey blog... forgot you exist... but it's ok since you have no real emotions. You emotionless freak! I wish I can just ... emotion-ize  you with emotions!!!! Make you more.... emotional.... what??? What did you say blog?!??! You think that I'm angry again??!?? YOU THINK IM ANGRY!?!? I WILL BEAT YOU. I Will-

Oh hi reader, I almost forgot you were there. Its just me and my blog talking... perfectly normal. Nothing weird. 

As I write this... I feel hunger.... not hungry... I don't feel hungry. I feel hunger. O wait! Food ~

............ Much better....... my hungry is now satisfied. My guinea pig had soo much to live for.... Jay Kay. I did not eat my guinea pig. 

I wish I can just eat and eat without stopping.... without feeling full. I hate the feeling when you want to keep eating... but you can't because you just can't. And even when you want to eat more, you physically can't because your body is telling you "dude... wtf are you doing?? Stop eating you fatty".... but your mind is telling you "dude.... don't listen to your body.... look at that food... its waiting to be nom nom-ed on. You will help the earth be a better place to live if you keep eating". And then you just end up having a debate with your body and mind... like:

Body: well my first contention is health....According to the British Dictionary of Dictionary Words That Define Words, health is defined as "the general condition of the body or mind with reference to soundness and vigor". Thus by continuing to eat glutinously and profusely, you are only placing your health and physically well being in a state of danger. 

Mind: What is the purpose of life? Is it to just live? Or to live with purpose? With passion!! And by placing health as a foremost importance in life. You are discrediting the essence of what living should be defined as..

......

Maybe it's just me that presides over a debate between your mind and body. Regardless... I wish God designed humans to have either A: ridiculously fast metabolism B: a process that intakes food and outputs oxygen... or even better... an aromatic smell that changes depending on what you eat.... or C: a body that has natural bacterias that eat food... completely.... so that in order to be "healthy" you just have to keep those bacteria happy.... And the food itself? My best idea for an abundance of food would just for it to be reproductive, like insects... So that you don't have to grow food... but food... GROWS ITSELF!!!. And in order for it co exist with humans.... it needs to be consumed... so that the bacteria in our bodies breaks it down into small particles that come out of our body as the sweet smelling aroma... that then sticks to the earth to reproduce once again... Ah... how beautiful and strange that would be....


Thanks for reading!

Inception Explained

So I saw Inception the other day, and was mind blown at it's simplistic complexity. So that night, I stayed up composing this theory that I find explains the confusion: BTW.... if you haven't seen the movie yet I advice you to not read this.....


The first "level" is just reality, of them getting on the plane and such.

The first dream (2nd level) from reality is the Indian guys (he drinks champagne therefore in his dream it rains, sorta like when you need to pee, you dream water, etc.) so that he can drive the van with his own conscious to start the first kick.

The second dream (3rd level) is Arthur's so that he can control the blowing up of the building/elevator (second kick)

The third dream (4th level) is Eames so that he can blow up the snow fortress (third kick) and allow Fischer to complete his task (planting the seed). Remember that they originally planned to have only 3 levels of dreaming.

The fourth dream, or 5th "level" is commonly believed to be "limbo". But it's NOT. Because in order to be in limbo you have to die. But Cobb and Ariende didn't die; they basically just dreamed again. Fischer is presumed dead, BUT .... I'll explain further on. Notice to see how the Saito is no where in this 5th level.

Cobb is for sure killed by his psycho wife (he did get stabbed in the heart a couple of times....) in the 5th level so he goes to limbo, where WOW he sees Saito... because Saito died as well. So that is the limbo they're talking about.

Then what is the 5th level? That's just another realm of the dream, so how did Fischer and Ariande get back to the 4th level? The movie earlier says how you need a simultaneous kick... so when Ariende fell that was the bomb going off, and Fischer, the aed defibrillator that Eams used while falling off the building. Whether Fischer was truly dead or not, the movie is unclear. But I think that he wasn't fully dead (like Saito), so he couldn't have gone into limbo.... yet.

So then the kicks just go in order from there on as seen in the movie. But what about Cobb and Saito? They're in limbo so how did they seem to come back to life? Well I have 2 split theories for there

1 (I believe this the most). Saito shot Cobb, Cobb shot Saito... (the gun...) thus killing themselves from Limbo back INTO reality. The spinning top at the end has no real significance, just to spur further thought about the movie. Cuz if the top just fell, everybody will be like "oh right, of course... I get it..." Another reason for this is, Cobb has a ring on his finger when in a dream, but none when in reality. The end scene depicts Cobb NOT having a ring on his finger.... thus meaning he's in reality. Additionally, another reason that sorta adds on to why the ending of the movie is in REALITY; notice that when he's in the van. That's the second stage of dreaming from reality. Like reality ---> dream. So when he DIES in the van, he'll just come to his conscious in reality. Because you ONLY go to limbo if you die in a deep state of dreaming, but in the case of the van, that's only the second level. Therefore his friends wouldn't need to rescue him, because they know he's going to be alive anyway. Because remember in order to come back to conscious, you need either a kick or to killed. In this case, Cobb is killed because he drowned.

2. Cobb and Saito is still in limbo, and the end scene is just another level of Cobb's dream within that state of limbo.

Or..... like what I originally thought..... the whole thing is Cobb's dream. Everything you saw in the movie, the people, the events, that's all his subconsciousness.

Random points:
1. Cobb's kids seem to be wearing the SAME shirts... but later they have different shoes. IMBD lists 2 different sets of actors... hmmm .......
2. The intense booming theme song is just the opera song played super slow
3. Ellen Page is like.... super hot/cute/beautiful.......


So if you actually think about this movie, the movie in itself is an "inception". Something that plants a seed into the mind of the viewer.... to either think about the movie or the message it's trying to get across. Quite witty Christopher Nolan.... quite witty..... 

LOL so that's my theory


Thanks for reading!

Am I Tired Or Just Lazy?

For the past months, I've been living in a world of continuum..... Everything I do today seems to play back tomorrow. There is no "effect" for my "cause", no evident "result" for my "action". Just doing. Doing what? I have no definite answer, rather a melange of instances where I find my self conscious of what I'm doing. Look at the past day, week, and month...... I can only remember myself waking up, lunch, dinner, watch movies/YouTube till  2AM, sleep. Rinse and repeat. What I do in between these things is so minute in detail that it is near impossible to include them in written schedule. Sometimes I go outside and play with butterflies, sometimes I watch a movie, sometimes I go hang out with friends....... but most of time, I just walk around the house dazed doing bits and bits of random things that have no real finale. Like a book that was never finished because the author died in a tragic accident involving communist aliens and prehistoric dinosaurs. 

So am I just lazy or am I tired? I'd like to think I'm just tired, a form of self denial to obscure that fact that I have no prominent goal. A menacing kind of cure that temporarily relieves depression. Taking the truth and enslaving it to do what I please. But the truth is that I am lazy. How could I possibly be tired if I have daily agenda that requires little or no physical effort? I live in a half shut semi open view of the people around me, like I'm directing the lives of others even though I'm invisible. 

So am I lazy or just depressed? The book of definitions (dictionary) defines lazy as "one who is disinclined to work, causing indolence". But I'm not disinclined to work, nor unwilling to do things. And if not any of that, how can I be indolent? Actually, it's not really a matter of willingness to work, but rather a lack of forced work to do. If you had read my earlier posts, my current state of employment would justify my absence of work. Or labor. I have no preference between work or labor. Anything except "just doing". So I will assume that I'm depressed now? Depressed over that exactness that I have nothing to do? 

I've never quite categorized myself as of those people with sullen drawn faces bearing disconsolate hopes. I always thought of myself as the complete opposite, who made their depression a joke. Not to be mean, but to shield myself away from their aura of negativity. So I can't quite come to the summation that I'm depressed. But am I? Am I really just depressed? I heard from someone that the more depressed you think you are, the more depressed you actually become. So what do I do? Tell myself I'm happy? :) !? Try to conceal the problems that obstruct me from being genuinely happy? Pray to a God that goes directly to voice mail? Impermanent activities are all cover ups that fall off after it's finished, after the hype has quelled and the fun has passed. 

So what do I do now? Keep being sad and depressed, feeding my own "aura of negativity"? 

No

Lending toward depression is a way for losers. People who can't face the truth, and void the truth even if they are aware of the truth. Doesn't matter what age, or level of wisdom. Ignoring depression says that you're a loser. A roadblock to destroy and decapitate, not sweetening up to it. 

Like always, thanks for reading my blog! However, there is one main point that you as a reader must realize; this specific blog isn't for you. It's for myself.

Yay 100 people viewed....... !....... ? 0.0

Ok this is going to be short..... but approximatively  5.3 seconds ago... I looked into my blogger's "profile". And there, I saw that I have officially reached 100 VIEWS. I know that's probably nothing compared to those super awesome-popular-famous-uber-special bloggers with 1 BILLION views. But it's heart warming just to know that some random person actually read this stuff........ in a non stalker predatory way. And besides, 100 is like the holy grail of achievements........ the best of best...... the 10 of 10...... so it's pretty KOOL that I witnessed such a thing. Because if I looked at the "profile views"......... and it said something like "103".......... then it's not special. Because its 103, and 103 isn't as KOOL as 100. 103 is a like a deformity in numbers.... it's a PRIME......... and primes are losers in the eyes of other numbers. Their like lowest of the lowest......... the ones who didn't go to number college to be a whole number. To be complete and even. When they apply to mathematical equation jobs, the primes SUCK....... they divide into decimals.... and decimals aren't WHOLE. And it you're not WHOLE, then your INCOMPLETE..... and if your INCOMPLETE........... wtf am I talking about??? 

Anyways............................... special thanks to the 100 people (esp. Vaughan =]) who read this blog. And I hope that you continue on to read. Or else. You............................ become prime......................... ew

Asian People And Their Hair.........

Have you ever seen the movie Harry Potter? Or even better....... read the book? Now in the movie/book, there's this nasty super evil guy called Voldemort... I will just call him V-Man. And basically to keep things short, V-Man separated his soul into a bunch of different things called Horcruxes.... so that he's IMMORTAL. In reality, the hair (on the head.......) of most Asian people is the Horcrux of their soul and character. Their hair defines who they are, it provides confidence and happiness when it looks good, while also shaming them when it's not "done" and perfect. You could be all like "but wait!!!?!!? Doesn't the hair style of ANYBODY define who they are? And not just Asian people alone?" Well counterargument thought, I like to see Asian people as the mother of hair fashion..... that gave birth to little followers the sense that their hair....... should have a personality of its own. Its a funny thought to know that there are infinite amounts of females AND males that spend countless hours in front of a mirror.... looking at their hair...... fixing their hair....... having an intrinsic LD debate with their hair...... when roughly 1800 years ago..... people were forced to have one hair style....... OR BE EXECUTED!!!!!!!!!! When I look at guys today looking at a mirror, with their middle finger ever so gently moving 10 strands of hair to the right side of face, without disrupting the rest of his hair ecosystem.... It is hard for me to accept them as men. It almost feels like a extremely sinewy female, wearing a slightly faded black sleeveless shirt doing squat thrusts...... whatever a squad thrust is....... if you get the picture.... it's just wrong. Since when was it normal for a man to emulate the actions of a woman....... and sometimes..... dress like a woman ... *ehmmm*ehmm**cought*  South Korean fashion *cough*cough* .................*faint*

Then you have all the little girls and boy-girls... and girly boys that try to just follow how every one else is dressing to "fit in".... and soon enough....... you have guys with hair as long as girls..... wearing jeans so skinny, that it replaces their skin...... all while fixing their hair. I know one guy, I won't say the name..... that is proved by several sources, who fixes their hair 30 minutes every morning. Every morning. For what reasons? I dunno........ maybe it's because he's trying to fit in? Maybe it's a fashion statement? Maybe because he thinks it looks good on him.... but most importantly.......... is it necessary? If you leave long hair in the winter because it keeps your head warm... props to you. I do the same. But if you're still leaving the long spiked on the left side but only fairly spiked on the other, but curved to the left on the front..... in ninety degree weather. Something is wrong. If you have read one of my earlier blog posts "Make-Up?" (http://writing4fun2day.blogspot.com/2010/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html), the situation explained there is very similar to the problem with the obsession over hair. People who has invested their hair as a Horcrux of their character call it "it looks good on me", but I call it pure conformity. If every male was to go bald in this world, because they thought it was the new style, would a person who thought their hair looked good, still obsess over the style of his hair? I don't understand why, when looking into a crowd of Asian teens, they truly DO LOOK THE SAME. They all try mimic one style, have one style of hair with only slight variations. As if their life goal is to look like a cartoon anime character..... and their SAT scores xD

As for me, I don't have any hair, so I can't really "fashion it up". 

But thanks for reading!