Hey You

That song is stuck in my head like you wouldn't believe... I got out my acoustic just to play it... I never do that... oh well. Maybe I'll perform it for coffeehouse if I can practice harder than a mofo...

So the ISAS has been, in essence, cancelled. An "all Dallas" ISAS is like an "all Alaska" Super Bowl, it's just going to be a bunch of people clamoring for an expert to refer to. I suppose this is gravely exaggerated, but wth, three people who don't care anyway are the only people who read this piece of crap... it's a shame. Why

Maybe I'll delve into metaphysics... or just basic (albeit more profound and often deeper) contemplation on the nature of existence... this blog works well as a diary. For me, blogging is like having a diary. However, my blog, seeing as I am a cheap-ass, has no lock, unlike most sane people's diaries. The presented problem of private sentiments and information being revealed to friends or acquaintences whom I would rather not know is perfectly harmless, for you see, nobody actually READS this blog. I could say the most racist thing possible... I could slander everything there is to slander and be left totally unharmed... like a lunatic in the grass (unintentional DSotM quote), if you get the imagery. If you really wish to know what I think... tell me two things the last point made was supposed to convey.

I have thought this particular entry though carefully and meticulously, leaving no opened doors unventured and doing no sentiments disjustice by tainting them with my inherently inadequate human (relatively poor, for a human, as well) rhetoric. If only I could write this well for English class... it really is a shame...

What stimulates creativity such as this? This entry began, to me, as a forced addition to remind myself after many years of gradual maturation what, as of this moment, I consider important, as well as what I believe to be my future. This interests me in multiple ways... think for instance, you are in a cell. If you have accurate way to gauge elapsed time, surely you will have to record how many times certain "unchangables" occur (i.e. astronomical phenomena). After a few years, if data is carefully gathered, trends might be noticed. Through observation, one can gather all the information ever needed. If I gauge what has gone on in my life, such as social difficulties, academic pressure, and artistic aspirations, (pathetic grasping of the English language), then maybe I will learn something about myself. "When you lose, don't lose the lesson " -His holiness the Dalai Lama. Knowing my knack of losing things, I hope to gather them all together and immortalize them in a bunch of zeroes and ones. Think of it as a notebook of lessons... what I've done wrong and what I've managed to do wrong at a relatively harmless point in time. Unfortunately, that serves as an accurate summation of the past fourteen and a half years.... I have a movie to see tomorrow.. I'm afraid I will have to abandon this unfinished work... however I suppose more than perusal and devotion are required for me to create something worth taking up bandwidth. Good night... hopefully you have seen an unpolished, rough edged look at my literary style, but most importantly, I hope you will look into it enough to understand what I feel when I write, no matter what it is. If you can tell, then I have succeeded, if not, then I have another fucking thing to worry about