Thursday, March 3, 2011

Unstructured, stupid thoughts of a dumb person on the manifestation of happiness.

Upon my walk home from school today, I  found a way passing the time doing what I normally do on long walks that I take, I think upon a specific topic that I prior to the walk home set away to think about and contemplate further, such could be interpreted as a think I enjoy and find pleasure in. My original thoughts while walking home, while nearly getting hit by a rather husky fellow in a grey SUV, is that there is two main and completely obvious points in time when you coast through whatever you are doing, time seeming to hang heavy, but when complete you feel a sense of loss and waste of time, with things to show for it you don't really feel the effects of or really have no interest in. Then there are the times when you feel  either ecstatic, or are at least interested in some way. While it may not feel of words so strong as "pleasure" or "joy". From my past experiences, I feel that these are them moments that stick with me, and I remember them as points in time that interest me, or have benefited me in some way.
Now these two points in time are simply not divided by a straight black-then-white area. There is a spectrum, if you will, varying between the good and bad(dare I say dark, and light?). Now this inner spectrum is a world of it's own, with peoples feelings running the chance being different from the actual kind of experience they are believing they are experiencing, this could potentially tie in with addiction, and often does.

Understanding the seemingly endless varies of the theoretical spectrum separating primal feelings of joy and sorrow is trying to understand the inner workings of the human psyche itself, varying largely in detail and potentially basic ideas and reactions that separate any life with a minor/major difference.
What can be seen in the spectrum is a varying degree of interest from one human to another, this is what makes humans so diverse, and with human diversity, comes a diversity in finding what pleases and what disinterests different people. History shows, from where there is a source of interest for a particular group, therein could lie power to those stoic and opportunistic enough grab for it. Prime examples are obviously government, religion, crime, knowledge, warfare, and varying public interests, am I missing any? Maybe. Oh well.
Anyway:

Oh! I WAS missing one, and it was one of my founding points! Addiction, let's take a look at that, shall we? And marvel at the power to bind one no matter what race,  creed, or background. One feeling I myself have experienced forthright with video games, and it is one I still possess. While I hope my own need for spending endless waking hours in front of a screen, making a squalid representation of myself as a person go about and cavort with other people around the world with what may be the same problem is passing, with help from some persuasion from close friends, it really gets in the way and hinders me greatly. This is the nature of addiction, gets in your head, makes you think you need it when it's ruining you, and spits you back out for you to look back and realize all the wasted time you...err...wasted.
This is an anomaly in the spectrum, a feeling that gives one notion while having a completely different effect. Such anomalies are common and can represent themselves in a variety of damning ways that give you joyous feeling while driving you to sorrow down the road. To name a short list would look like rage, desire, and pride.

More to be written when I am in the mood.
Until now, Post 1 complete.
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I want to see how stupid people think this is.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

We should all take time to appreciate the existence of Comedy Pornos.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Valentines Day

Valentines Day is a special time of the year when you can forget all your worries, find the person you love,
and fuck them all day until one of you starts bleeding, but why stop there?
What you can do is find a notable good looking alone on that day/night.

And have an orgy.

But, why just have it on Valentines Day?

Have orgies every so often.

I bet he has a busy schedule, being the by-normal standards attractive guy that he/she is.

Invite his friends in the meantime.

Have an orgy every day.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Chemistry in general.

I want to talk a bit about Chemistry, not the science field, but the class you take in 10th grade, or if you're retarded, in 11th or 12th. It seems that my teacher, after spending more than 15 minutes in her class, has, for some reason a deep seated hatred for every unlucky fucker to take her class. While her demanding complete perfection from students is quite understandable in a class that uses insanely hazardous chemicals; it seems as though she pushes the incredibly infinitesimal bullshit that clearly serves no purpose in the learning experience, such as writing the date and period on every one of the papers that we have due, no matter if it is attached to another that has the very same thing, and flips the fuck out when we put broken glassware in a garbage can, because she'll get sued if some retard accidentally throws away a paper he needs and cuts his hand reaching in to get it back. And the sweaters she wears... Oh! The sweaters she wears! It's like a loom and a polyester couch bore a wicked abomination to unbehold:

Gah.
Okay, rant over.
Time to sleep, and go to my favorite Chemistry class tomorrow and feel stupid.

I love you, world.

So this is a blog, Let's see what I can think of...

To all who may read this, may I say congratulations on finding this remote section of the cesspool that is the internet. Since you are here, I suppose I should reward you appropriately:
Now that niceties are out of the way, I may begin to get on with whatever the hell I thought I was going to be getting on with.
Today is Valentine's Day, and one would suppose that I would be spending the day with my female counter-part. But I'm not, and I won't be until Friday. In the day's leading up to, I will be buying her things with the meagre amounts of money i will be scraping from the bottom of the figurative and maybe even literal barrel.

:UPDATE:
The Valentine's Day dinner my father is preparing gives off a pungent odor that smells of garlic and peanut butter. Eugh.

Anyway,
you should check this out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA1NoOOoaNw
But, what's that you say? You've already seen it??
Okay, you smug-ass internet savvy nerd.
Check this:
http://maddox.xmission.com/
There you go, bet you weren't a bombshell of knowledge with spash damage as extensive as that. Although, I guess you offhandedly might have.
:UPDATE:
The peanut butter smell has overwhelmed the garlic smell.

Moving on,
I fired up my old Xbox today, and started to play Gladius.
Blood was everywhere.