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I got around to changing it
Thursday. 10.16.08 11:29 pm
The only reason I'm posting this is because I'm vaguely proud of it. This is the new "About Me" on facebook. Enjoy, if you want.

"Like every other teenager in the world, I'm unique and fairly complex. Odds are that your first, second, and third impressions of me were wildly off the mark, because you only met me on three separate occasions.

That is simply not enough. I've been known to act completely different around different sets of people, ESPECIALLY new people. You might think I'm immature. You might (rarely) think that I'm quiet. VERY wrong on both accounts.

I'm very intense. If I like something, I like it a lot, with gusto. If I dislike it, I dislike it with the thunder of 999 children laughing.

I enjoy figurative speech. :D

And emoticons (you know, the little faces you make on the computer. You knew that, right?)

And a fair amount of irony or sarcasm makes any day brighter.

For many years of my life I pretended to be a Christian, and only started looking at my beliefs a few years ago. I've re-affirmed my vows, so to speak. Popular to contrary belief, I didn't have to ignore all rationality and logic to do so. (I'm itching for someone to message me about this.)

I like to think I'm fairly intelligent. I like to learn, especially physics and the like. I don't argue unless I think I have points good enough to argue with, so if I get into a debate with you, you had better know your material well.

How many people noticed that I switched the positions of the words "contrary" and "popular" in the expression I used a while ago? Good for you!

I maintain a web log (I'M A BLOGGER, OH NOES!) where I rant and ramble and generally talk about the people who annoy me behind their backs (kidding). I figure if you were interested to read this much about me on a back-yard page on my facebook, then you deserve to know that. If you insist on reading my soul, though, I ask that you make yourself known instead of being creepy. You know how it is.

A less stalker-ish alternative would be to listen to my Project Playlist. Especially the songs at the bottom (they're not in alphabetical order like the rest). My music reflects my personality better than I could express here. See how the lyrics have substance? How the music is edgy and rough? That's me. Comparing my favorite songs to all the mainstream crap (Yes, it is almost all crap) is like comparing real food to candy corn. Two much of one makes you feel full and satisfied, but too much of the other makes you feel sick to your stomach.

Except it's food for your soul!"

The other reason I posted this here is that nobody will ever see it otherwise. Those "tabbed" pages on facebook never see the light of day, let's face it.

"wiseguysupreme4: I think I need to change the music part to include more kinds.
[she sends me something on facebook, so I respond on IM]
wiseguysupreme4: Candy corn IS delic.
wiseguysupreme4: Like mainstream sounds good.
wiseguysupreme4: But what is candy corn? All sugar and corn syrup.
wiseguysupreme4: And mainstream is all good beats and SINFULNESS.
wiseguysupreme4: (Most of it)
Romanticocabrita: Yum"

:D

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Not quite so steady
Sunday. 10.12.08 3:51 pm
There are parts of life that you never question until you have to deal with them yourself. And all of a sudden, you're not so sure of yourself, after all.

I feel so young.

I feel like I'm cramming for a big exam, one that I'm nervous about, for once. It's a really hard test. And the stakes are high.

I have a 2 day school week. Nice.

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What IS love, exactly?
Wednesday. 10.8.08 9:36 pm
Before I say anything, I'd like to point out that I'm not driving at any specific point or answer, I'm really just trying to get some wondering down. It's distracting from these wonderful literature logs my teacher assigned to me. So.

First, I'd like to kind of define love. Love, as I see it, is putting somebody else before yourself. Investing time and energy to do somebody a favor that will possibly not be returned. When ever you go out of your way to be nice to someone, you're loving somebody. The smaller the favor, the smaller the love, but it's still love, technically.

There are forms of love, like in a parent-child relationship, or between friends, that can make us "be more loving" to a person, even to the point of discipline. (Yes, I deem discipline a loving action, as long as it is just and useful.) Let's call that Brotherly Love, because, except for parents/children, it makes us as brothers and sisters. You watch out for them. You enjoy their presence. When you exclaim, "I love you guys!" you really mean you would do anything for them.

And that's what friendship is, at its heart. Brotherly (sisterly) love on a small to large scale.

Now, being "in love" with someone is a whole other creature. I'll call it Romantic Love. (Original, I know!) I kind of want to say that it's an outgrowth of Brotherly Love (INCEST!), but stronger. But that's not really true. Marriage, the real pinnacle of Romance (I heartily maintain that, sorry) is a bonding of two people. Mind, soul, body. It's not just MORE than friendship, it's also DIFFERENT. I wonder how many failed marriages would have been great friendships.

-sigh-

And what's with romantic relationships these days? Why is there this...system to work through? Especially in high school. Are we trying to imitate marriage or something? That's a scary idea, looking at all the failed relationships in high school. Why does the word "dating" no longer mean "going on dates with"? A date is two people going out alone and enjoying each other, whether it be out to eat, a movie, or just a walk in the park. That's all. Whatever feelings of infatuation or attraction are there, great. Act on them. Love each other. But there's no need for all these rules. Just be happy with each other. When I "ask a girl out", I ask her if she wants to go somewhere with me, not ask her to sign a freaking contract.

Now, don't get me wrong. Cheating, juggling, whatever, is always bad, "social contract" or not. If someone is sharing their self with you, then you need to respect it. Not based on whether you're "dating" someone, but based on basic morals. Unless, of course, you're "dating" for sex, in which case you're already in a barrel of eight kinds of crap.

Now, when two people are "dating" pretty seriously, and want it to be known, then the whole boyfriend/girlfriend factor comes into play. But it should be a product of spending time with each other. Letting the romance grow. Not something that comes BEFORE.

OK, rant over. Bed time.

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Today was a good day
Monday. 10.6.08 6:34 pm
Actually, the last 12 hours have been great. Youth group is always a blast, especially when Katie comes.

AND

Last night I learned something so amazing and justplainawesome that I flipped my lid temporarily. (Temporarily, ha, ha.) I'm not even kidding. I'm so excited. Completely mind blowing. Will it always be like this?

Yeah, it's old news apparently. What, 6 weeks? And you didn't tell me?

Hahaha, seriously?

It's OK though. I'm still crazy thankful.

So, today, I'm itching to tell people, but it would be random and weird. So I just kind of tremble and shoot Kierra death glares, because she knows, too, and in fact knew the whole time. And SHE didn't tell me. -grumble-

In Driver's Ed, I won an oil pan for storing used motor oil before recycling it. The thing is HUGE, with, oh, I dunno, a 4-5 gallon capacity? What the heck. I couldn't ditch the thing in my car, and it didn't fit in my locker, so I hauled it around the rest of the day. People kept asking me what it was.

That was fun.

I told some of them that it was motor oil, and proceeded to show them how to open the spout and the air vent at the back when you recycle it. Then I would slip and pour a little onto their lap.

At least, that's what they thought was happening, before I walked away laughing.

That was fun, too.

Before swim practice, Jack (haha, Jack. Heh. Heheh.) and I planned that all the state swimmers would dress up on Friday to celebrate the State meet. But instead of dressing up nice like usual, we would dress up gangsta. I was a little upset that I didn't have anything really gangsta to wear.

After swim practice, I randomly won some BLING BLING glasses. How lucky am I? Winning two awesome prizes in one day, one of which I really need? WhoaAA.

Of course, I DID have a most fantastic cramp DURING swim practice. All the muscles in my left calf said, "Kick kick kick CONSTRICT AGGGHHH TIGHTEN!!!!!" Jack (haha, Jack. Heh. Heheh.) pulled me out of the pool so I could stretch it out. After putting my FULL weight on it for about a MINUTE, I stretched it enough to straighten out my knee. But even then, everything was stuck.

And then the toes on my right foot decided to join the party. Which wasn't so bad, really, because I'm used to THEM cramping way back when. They eventually settle down on their own. But the timing was bad, especially since this is the first time I've cramped at all in around 2 years. I was more mad at them than anything else.

Stupid toes.

Oh, and to dispel any rumors, NO! Nobody's having a kid. Weirdo.

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