.:free will:.

so i guess this some what fits... as i've said though, i find bits of myself in many of the lady characters in novels, so this is only one aspect.


I believe you belong in Pride and Prejudice; a
world of satire and true love. A world where
everything is crystal clear to the reader, and
yet where new things seem to be happening all
the time. You belong in a world where your
free-thought puts you above the silly masses,
and where bright eyes and intelligence are
enough to attract the arrogant
millionaire/prejudiced young woman of your
choice.


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.:novels:.

whenever we read a novel i can't help but see little pieces of myself in the main characters, be they social darwin carrie of sister carrie, the awakened edna of the awakening, the backboneless catherine of a farewell to arms, the husky voiced jordan of the great gatsby, or the capricious brett of the sun also rises. while i would be doing myself a great injustice to say i am exactly like each (and thus proving more facets there are to myself than i have), i can see myself acting with some of the same manners they act. i feel the same capricious anger, the same intense longing, the same desires of celebrity.

.:history/regan kids:.

it's funny, the closer we get to the present in history the more information we have pacted into the years. 20-30 years in the early colonies could be summed up in a whole chapter of Brinkley at most; now 20-30 years takes up four chapters at the least. this is crazy!

it's really not that this stuff if boring, or that it's school, this is just a lot.

.:song meaning:.

so i was driving around one day listening to the old John Mayer CD. usually i skip over the song 3x5, primarily because i don't like it as much as 83. yet, this time i decided i'd listen attentively. wow, so i don't think i ever thought about the phrases in the song like "didn't have a camera by my side this time/ hoping i would see the world through both my eyes....you should have seen that sunrise, with your own eyes/ it brought me back to life...oh today i finally overcame/ trying to fit the world inside a picture frame." it kinda hit me that much of time we spend sight-seeing we spend with one eye glancing over the sight, while the other eye squints through a small viewer to take millions of pictures. a picture is worth a thousand words, true. yet sometimes we get more out of place not from the snapshot to job our memories years later, but from the memory of scruntinizing every pixel of the landscape, leaving no stone unturned. it's similar to lookin at pictures of a gorgeous sunset over the horizon--that picture is sensitive and provocative even if one has never seen such a sunset. yet how much more weight does that sunset carry as i stare at it from the shore. Grandeur of nature is found in nature, and partially captured in pictures.

.:typewriter:.

i have this old typewriter that used to belong to my step-grandfather. i must say it's one of my cooler possessions. why? there exists some kind of magic (for lack of a better word) about it. i can sit down at my laptop and stare idly at the blank screen. yet when i stand next to my typewriter words flow from my fingers onto the paper. maybe it's the years my step-grandfather spent writing his stories, or maybe it's just some old rustic charm-- whatever it is, the typewriter is where the writing is at.

.:seeing dad off to iraq:.

well i've got to go see dad off to iraq. i guess he'll have a ball over there, i mean he is staying in a palace and all. he'll be there anywhere from 6 to 10 weeks.

i'll post something random later. till then, keep my dad in your prayers/meditations/whatever it is that you do.

.:think:.

it's hit me that i either think too much or think too little. like my practice SAT for example: i got a 1320, yet i can't seem to realize that 3x minus 2x equals x, not 5x. or like this shirt from abercrombie: it says "Hey!" with a pile of hay on it, i think i had to stare at it for a couple of minutes to realize that the pile was of hay, which is a homophone of hey. i suppose i should shut my mouth before the world realizes how stupid i actually am. enjoy the nice weather.

.:hmm:.

so i guess 'more than friends' it is.

.:blah:.

so i tend to make issues where none should be, and make complicated situations where none should be. though to be honest, issues and complicated situations can be fun. maybe it's the drama, the complexity, the resolution...whatever it is, i tend to create the situations to accompany the three.

.:beautiful:.
it's such a beautiful day outside, get out! oh, and if you feel like it, "dogma" seems like a pretty interesing movie so far, a lil weird too.

.:wasted time:.

wow so i was so much time on the internet and this whole blog business. one day i'll figure out how to design my own templates that way i won't have to spend time searching for a good one, though i like this one very much. since its 1:15 in the morning and i have church and ccd with the youngings i suppose i should go to sleep. till later-

.:conventional, or not:.

it's so funny to feel torn between what's conventional and what is not. i love to have the boy ask me out, yet i love to ask him too. i love the old love songs of Sinatra, and yet i love the hip hop of artists with funky nick names. i can't say i love the old and hate the new; yet neither can i say i hate the old and love the new. i love the old and the new, the conventional and the non.

The freshmen girls are getting skinnier and skinnier, and of course more and more skanky. My freshman year I feared the upper classmen; what happened to that fear? The boys think they are the best, the toughest, and the hottest--man could they be more wrong. Kids these day should learn some respect, it goes a long way.