Music Monday...Almost...

So I had this awesome idea earlier today of a new thing to do for my blog. I
would take a lyric each week and examine it. Find some sort of hidden, deeper
meaning in it. As the day wore on, I thought more about it, and by the time I
actually sat down to write this, I realized maybe it wasn't as good an idea as
I initially thought. Then my internet closed itself. I decided that it was
divine intervention. Thus did Music Monday end before it ever began.

So now I get to whine about how much homework I have! In all seriousness, it
feels like these papers and quizzes came up out of nowhere. I feel like this
deserves a picture accompaniment. Keep checking back, I'll draw one and get
it up eventually. It will be about the same quality as the T-Rex one several
days ago, so if that made your eyes bleed or something, you'll want to avoid
pictures I draw in the future.

So I'm trying something new and typing this in an email, then sending it to a
special, secret blogspot email account. Apparently it'll post itself then.
I'm skeptical, but I suppose we'll have to wait and see if it works. I might
also try and copy/paste it into the post box before the internet has a chance
to close again and delete all my work.

Now I'm going to drink hot tea and try to write away the mountain in front of
me. And that's not me being artsy or anything. I literally have a bunch of
writing to do now.

Update: Here's the picture I promised. On the left you'll see Sunday, as happy a day as any. On the right you'll see Monday, where many scary, formless things, including a fanged bunny, have appeared to make me cover my head in fear and sadness.

Everyone's a Someone

So I went with some friends tonight to see the movie "The King's Speech." For those of you who are unfamiliar with it, it's about King George VI and how he overcame his speech impediment. It was an amazing movie, and I highly recommend it. However, there's a particular scene in the movie that got me thinking. At one point, two of the characters are walking around and talking, and one gets mad at the other. He storms off, telling his friend that he's a nobody. This brought a thought to my mind that likes to linger there anyway.

This kind of goes back to my post a few days ago, about not liking someone. I find myself thinking, often, of how other people see people. That sounds kinda vague, let me give some examples.

So I have a loving family. I have a mom and dad who both love me (though not each other so much anymore, but that's really not the point right now), a sister who I'm relatively certain loves me, grandparents, friends, and other relationships with people who care deeply about me and I about them.

So let's say we have Kevin over here. (This is not aimed at any specific people I know named Kevin. It was the first name that popped into my head. I promise.) Let's say I don't like Kevin. Yet I find myself forgetting that there are people who do like Kevin. Kevin also has a family full of people who care about him. He has friends and siblings, and all the other relationships I have.

I think that maybe the world could be a slightly better place if everyone remembered this. I'm not saying this would fix all the problems. But maybe there is some truth to what people say about walking a mile in someone else's shoes. If you stop and think about them and their feelings and their relationships, it might give you some insight into why they act the way they act. Maybe the villain who everyone hates in the latest movie is only doing what he/she is to save their mother. I saw a quote recently that basically said that everyone has their own journey with their own struggles, and everyone should stop and be mindful of that.

Wow, did I just write a vaguely sensitive, meaningful post about something? I think I very well might have. I...I dunno what to do right now. I think I'll default back to telling lame jokes that I didn't think of myself. Let's delve into the archives of anti-joke.com...

Here's a good one for those of you who don't like clowns (which is pretty much everyone, let's be honest) :

Q: How do you get a clown off a swing?

A: Hit him with an axe.

Well, that's it for tonight folks. And you were afraid you wouldn't get something completely ridiculous from me tonight. Ha.

Lazy Saturday

I was about to make a big deal about how I've been blogging regularly for a week now, then realized it's been more than a week. I think. Heck, I dunno. The point is, I've been blogging regularly for a week (or more) and am darn proud of the fact. Go me.

So I wanted to go home for spring break, but was unable to find a ride. Instead, I'll be going to my friend Cayde's house in Iowa. It'll still be fun, yeah, but it won't be quite like going home. Then again, nothing ever really is. Or maybe it will. To me, home is a place where people love you. I have a home in Texas, a home here at college, and I think I might be getting a home in Iowa. Cayde's parents at least seem to like me, anyway.

So I love music. Moreso listening to it than making it, but I don't mind singing when the occasion calls for it. I especially like video game music. It can really set a mood, in game or otherwise. I've been playing an old favorite of mine, Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker, and there's some great music in there, I'd nearly forgotten. But one of my favorite soundtracks has to be for my favorite game ever: Final Fantasy IX. That's a nine for those of you who aren't Roman Numeral literate. There's a remix project going on over on the website ocremix.org, which is exciting to me. There's a bunch of great music that has been remixed by a bunch of incredibly talented people from a bunch of different video games. Highly recommend you check it out if you're into that sort of thing.

Wow, now I sound like an advertisement. I'm not getting paid, I promise I'm not selling out that quickly. Though if I get a check from ocremix for plugging them in my blog, I won't complain. If I truly sell out, I want to have been blogging for at least a few months. Do people even get paid to advertise in their blogs? Someone should check on that for me.

Have I mentioned I need a job? I feel like I did yesterday, but I can't remember. Regardless, I need a job. Maybe I can hold out until the end of this semester and get one right at the beginning of next semester. I do have a summer job lined up already, thank goodness.

So I'm about to go play Dungeons and Dragons. Again. I love that game, as well as the two groups I play it with. Well, for the most part. But I don't wanna get back into that discussion.

One of these days I might say something productive, promise. But until I think of something useful to say, you're going to get posts like this, where I drone on about whatever comes to my head while listening to fun music. Today's post was brought to you by Bruno Mars, alternating 'Marry You,' and 'The Lazy Song.' I alternated them on youtube because we now have 8GB of internet, as opposed to the 2 we had last week. Win.

Angst

Before you all freak out about how this post is titled, don't worry, it's not real angst. I'm just mad at my computer. Again. It's decided that it no longer wants to read any CDs I put in it. So I'm currently sitting at an Oblivion party with my friends Cayde and Micah and I'm blogging. There's nothing wrong with blogging, but it's depressing when you're at an Oblivion party and can't play Oblivion because your computer is malfunctioning. Donations will be accepted to help me buy a new computer.

As much as I'm sure you guys like hearing about my technology woes, you probably don't. Suffice to say, I miss having a working computer.

Tomorrow is Saturday, and this is good news. It means sleeping until noon, waking up and playing video games, then going to sleep at some obnoxious hour of the morning. Saturdays are good times.

I feel like I should write more, but I cannot think of anything else to write right now. I'm just sad about my computer and angsty that I'm too poor to afford a new one. Looks like I need to find a job...

Addiction

Two posts in one day? Within mere hours of each other?! Madness! I may have a problem.

So I figured you guys deserve a legitimate post that isn't me ranting about something. Maybe I'll tell you a story, accompanied by cute and hilarious pictures that illustrate my points and make you laugh until you wet yourself. Except I don't have many of this stories and I can't draw worth a darn. I'll give you a picture I drew later on here. Yeah, that'll make a good little gimmick to keep you all coming back.

So it's snowing again. Not a lot, but it's definitely snowing. It was 50 degrees yesterday. Last week it was up into the 70s. Why does this happen? Nebraska weather sucks, that's why.

I really hope these posts don't sound like I slapped down whatever I was thinking at the time and actually make you guys laugh. As I put it earlier when asking a friend "It doesn't just sound like I put retard on a page, right?" I apologize if you're offended by the word retard. I'm not meaning to be offensive, I promise. I probably should have used the word 'stupid' instead, as that's really what I meant. That didn't help, did it? I blame society.

Maybe that's another issue. No one takes credit for their own faults. They always blame it on society or their parents or poor hygiene. Well, maybe not so much that last one. They'd probably blame poor hygiene on society, too. Regardless, maybe we should all try taking the blame of things that are actually our fault. The world might be a better place if people actually apologized and realized that they make mistakes. Now I'm sounding preachy. I'm sorry.

Maybe I just apologize too much. How many times have I said "sorry" or "apologize" in this post? Probably roughly seven, not counting those two times. If it's in quotes, it doesn't count.

So I have a feeling that, at this rate, there may be multiple posts per day. This will become a problem when I have to write things like an exegetical (big bible paper, for those not in the know), or a bible study, or the next great American novel. People will wonder why I didn't get them done in time, and all I'll have to show for it is a blog with a following of 7 people. Not that I don't appreciate you wonderful people, it's just that, well, I know you all. When I get my first follower I don't know personally, I will hold a party, and everyone will be invited. Except the person I don't know personally. They might be a serial murderer or crazy person, or have poor hygiene.

I think that's enough of my rambling for now. Here's that picture I promised you.

It's me and my friend LeAnn riding on a T-Rex that can shoot lasers from its eyes and fire from its mouth. It also has spikes and a scorpion stinger on its tail. Everything is labeled for your convenience. I may have drawn it during class one time when I was REALLY bored. But don't tell anyone.

UPDATE: Remember when I said it wasn't snowing much? That changed. I literally said "angst" when I saw it. It's snowing a lot more now.

Musings

I really, truly apologize for not being able to post last night. I wanted to, but my computer was all "no," and I was all, "fine, I'm goin' to bed." True story.

So I've been thinking, what causes us to dislike someone? Is it the way they act? They way they look? The way they dress? Or is there some cosmic reason beyond our control that dictates we won't like someone, no matter how much we want to?

Firstly, that cosmic reason stuff? False. There's a legitimate reason for everything. A simple "God made it that way," just isn't the case when it comes to stuff like this. Maybe I'm making a bigger deal out of this than I need to. Perhaps you already knew that there's a reason for disliking someone, as stupid or valid as that reason may be. Regardless, now you know my view on it. There's a discernible reason for nearly everything.

Before I start hearing cries of "But what about my cancer?" or "What about my family losing their jobs?" I'm going to tell you that I don't have these aforementioned reasons. Believe me, I wish I did, but I just don't. No one does. Even if we did know the answers this such tragedies as cancer and job loss and natural disasters, we probably wouldn't like them. So there's my take on it. Reason? Yes. Do we need to know it? Probably not.

So, back to disliking people. What do you do about it? Do you just ignore them and hope that you have to deal with them as little as possible? That's generally what I do. But what about when you have to deal with them? As I write this post, it seems kind of silly, since I've already voiced a complaint to several of my friends regarding this person, and now I'm just beating a dead horse. He's not going anywhere, I know. But there are other people I don't like. I'm not about to give you a list, but it's true.

So I suppose I'm really asking for advice here. How do you deal with people you don't like but are forced to interact with anyway? Simply keep a civil tongue and try to enjoy yourself? Or do you have some secret way of dealing with things that you should totally share with me?

Technology hates me again. You'll get a proper post in the morning. Promise.

If Technology had a Face, I Would Punch it.

So you're probably wondering why last night's blog post had no post, and was only a title. I'll tell you why. Technology hates me. My computer has been malfunctioning since I came back from Christmas break. Maybe it's homesick or something, I dunno. So starting yesterday, it decided there are (for now) two websites it will not load: gmail (my only email besides my school account) and blogspot. I thought maybe it was firefox being stupid, so I managed to use firefox to download google chrome. I could not keep a webpage open in chrome, as they all kept crashing. Even as I write this post on a friend's computer an error message just came up about how it "could not contact blogger.com." I'm about to throw a fit. Not really, but it's still irritating.

OK, that message went away. Hooray. Seriously, I need to perform an exorcism on my computer. I wonder if one of the pastors and/or pre-sem kids on campus would help me out...

My first mobile post apparently doesn't exist because my iPod won't let me type in the post space. So my post is actually the title. Sorry.

Apologies

Yikes. Day 4 and I'm already falling behind. I do apologize to those of you who have been keeping up. I simply was too tired last night to write anything decent. But today you get two posts! Yay! And if I post too late for you tonight, you can read tonight's post tomorrow morning! There's just all sorts of excitement in store for you readers, isn't there? Heck, maybe I'll miss posts more often.

Though that would kind of make this a pointless endeavor, seeing as the purpose is to make me write every day.

Well, this is a short post, 'cause I have to go to class pretty soon here. I'll talk at you all again later, because let's face it, we're not having a conversation here. I'm talking at you, not to you.

Mild despair with a side order of another lame joke

So it's my third post, and now I have to actually start drawing on some sort of daily experience, rather than just blathering about how I have this super-cool new blog. This is where I've failed to maintain daily blogs in the past, because I don't feel as though anyone really cares too much about me and what I do on a daily basis.

I'm a nerd, plain and simple. I play Pokemon and Dungeons and Dragons and am proud of the fact. I won't pretend to be the nerdiest guy out there, but I have some nerdy qualities. Like a love of grammar, and an intense dislike of people when they break the conventions of grammar. This reminds me of another joke!

Knock Knock
Who's there?
To
To who?
To whom.

I should say now that a lot of the jokes I might use aren't actually mine. The monk one from yesterday I'm pretty sure is an original. Otherwise, not so much. Thought I'd warn you now before you go around thinking I'm super awesome at making up jokes. I'm really not. Honest.

So maybe you're more curious about me, and want to know more about this awesome, hilarious person who's writing this awesome, hilarious blog. I'll give you the cliffs notes. I got to Concordia University, Nebraska (aka THE Concordia) and have some of the best friends ever. Yes, they're better than yours. Unless you're friends with most of the same people as I am, then our friends are equally awesome. I'm majoring in Behavioral Science, in the Director of Christian Education Program, and I'm also getting a minor in writing.

There you go. Hmm, that wasn't so bad, writing about myself. Maybe it'll happen more often.

Number 2

Maybe you'll look at the time stamp on this post and wonder why it's at such an odd time. "I thought this was a daily blog, why is he posting at 3:10 AM?" I'll tell you that it's because my sleep schedule is weird and I'm still on Friday. Just like that last blog post was technically Friday morning but was still Thursday for me. You'll get used to it eventually. Goodness knows I have.

Basically, I'm tired. And I was thinking to myself, what exactly is wittiness? Why do I labor under the impression that I have it? (Thank you friend Mallory) I certainly hope I can manage to live up to the expectations you have for me here. If I do, please let me know. If I'm not and you constantly find yourself wondering why you read the mindless drivel of a college student, please leave. You're looking for a little x button. Click any you find until whatever displeases you goes away.

I was asked today what this blog is about, and truthfully, I have no idea. It'll be about whatever flows from my fingertips when I sit down to type. Maybe you'll get deep, philosophical thoughts and other things that make you think. Maybe I'll say something that will cause you to change your entire life, go out and see the world, sell everything you own and turn to a life of asceticism as a monk (which reminds me of a great joke I'll tell here in a minute). Or maybe you'll get ranting about time stamps and how to make displeasing things on the internet go away. Who knows?

OK, joke time:
Q: Why did the interior designer put a monk in the living room?
A: He found it ascetically pleasing!

Get it? 'Cause ascetically sounds like aesthetically? Eh, forget you guys, I'm goin' to bed.


P.S. I know I said the time stamp is 3:10 AM up there. And it was, when I wrote that line. It's later now. Deal.

Hello.

So you've found me. Good job. I've started this blog for a number of reasons, really. The main one is that I was inspired by a professor of mine who has also started a daily blog. Also for her class I'm supposed to write at least a little bit every day. I'll be straight up here. I haven't been. I always mean to, but 'when I get back to my room,' turns into 'in the morning,' which turns into 'after my classes,' which turns into, 'later this evening,' which turns into 'when I get back to my room...'

It's a vicious cycle of not getting anything done-ness.

So here I am, hoping if I have a vague, general sense of commitment to a bunch of people I may or may not see, I'll actually write for at least a little bit every day. Hopefully.