Saturday, February 14, 2004
I got scholarships to College of Charleston!!! I'm soo happy!!
Great soccer game Friday!! I'll save the rest for the team blog.
Hmm...I've been pretty boring on the blog lately. I don't think I've posted much but poetry for awhile. But tonight I'm once again not going to post much cause I just don't feel like it, so there. =-)
I've been so sarcastic this year and pessimistic. It's weird. I wasn't like that before, I mean, I couldn't even be sarcastic if I wanted to and now I can't stop being sacastic. I'm not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing. I think its bad mostly. Its definetly something I need to work on.
Its nice to type with bad grammar after writing all those stupid scholarship essays, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm doing something wrong. It feels like I should go back and correct it.
Wow, I guess I am doing a long post. I'm in such a random mood tonight. Random is good. Randomness keeps things from being boring and makes life fun. Have you ever noticed that random people get along really well together because they can follow eachother?
Wow I'm rambling. I guess I'm finally living up to the name of my post. I really need to buy that shirt: Help I'm talking and I can't shut up!
Speaking of rambling, I always wonder why the heck anyone reads this (if indeed anyone does read it). I mean, come on, its random, boring, and generally my opinion on stuff. Well, there is some poetry which i guess is the highlight. But really, it seems like a waste of time. Kinda like that poor person I sent a 20K e-mail to when I was bored, lol.
Have you ever looked at who you are, than looked back on your life and noticed some things that shaped who you are now? Its really interesting and weird at the same time. I dunno, maybe its just me.
Okay, I do not understand you guys (as in not girls). I really needn't say more on that cause if I did, well, I'd be writing awhile, lol.
Well, I really should shut up and get some sleep. I'll leave you with a book quote today instead of poetry.
"Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself. A man who lies to himself is often the first to take offense. It sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn't it? And surely he knows that no one has offended him, and that he himself has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it, that he has exaggerated for the sake of effect, that he has picked on a word and made a mountain out of a pea - he knows all of that, and still he is the first to take offense, he likes feeling offended, it gives him great pleasure, and thus he reaches the point of real hostility . . ."
-Elder Zosima The Brothers Karamazov by: Fyodor Dostoevsky
Great soccer game Friday!! I'll save the rest for the team blog.
Hmm...I've been pretty boring on the blog lately. I don't think I've posted much but poetry for awhile. But tonight I'm once again not going to post much cause I just don't feel like it, so there. =-)
I've been so sarcastic this year and pessimistic. It's weird. I wasn't like that before, I mean, I couldn't even be sarcastic if I wanted to and now I can't stop being sacastic. I'm not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing. I think its bad mostly. Its definetly something I need to work on.
Its nice to type with bad grammar after writing all those stupid scholarship essays, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm doing something wrong. It feels like I should go back and correct it.
Wow, I guess I am doing a long post. I'm in such a random mood tonight. Random is good. Randomness keeps things from being boring and makes life fun. Have you ever noticed that random people get along really well together because they can follow eachother?
Wow I'm rambling. I guess I'm finally living up to the name of my post. I really need to buy that shirt: Help I'm talking and I can't shut up!
Speaking of rambling, I always wonder why the heck anyone reads this (if indeed anyone does read it). I mean, come on, its random, boring, and generally my opinion on stuff. Well, there is some poetry which i guess is the highlight. But really, it seems like a waste of time. Kinda like that poor person I sent a 20K e-mail to when I was bored, lol.
Have you ever looked at who you are, than looked back on your life and noticed some things that shaped who you are now? Its really interesting and weird at the same time. I dunno, maybe its just me.
Okay, I do not understand you guys (as in not girls). I really needn't say more on that cause if I did, well, I'd be writing awhile, lol.
Well, I really should shut up and get some sleep. I'll leave you with a book quote today instead of poetry.
"Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself. A man who lies to himself is often the first to take offense. It sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn't it? And surely he knows that no one has offended him, and that he himself has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it, that he has exaggerated for the sake of effect, that he has picked on a word and made a mountain out of a pea - he knows all of that, and still he is the first to take offense, he likes feeling offended, it gives him great pleasure, and thus he reaches the point of real hostility . . ."
-Elder Zosima The Brothers Karamazov by: Fyodor Dostoevsky
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