The Two-Parter: RANDOM and Comments on The OHB

Okay I just had a thought and it had to be said... wait according to whatever is checking this "okay" is not spelled correctly... this is weird. Well anyway the thought was on Stravinsky's "The Rite of Spring," and I'm fully aware I suck so bad I shouldn't be allowed to say the poorly translated name, but I got the bassoon intro to see if my brother could play it. "What a retard, playing bassoon in treble clef," said he... wow... nuff said. Oh, so "nuff" isn't spelled correctly either, Blogger not Beta?!??! Fine.

ANYWAY AGAIN back to The Rite of Spring, I'm lookin (again with the blogger spell checking...) at the bassoon intro's (spell check!??!?!) sheet music, and apparently the first notes are quintuplets. The next thing I said (the aforementioned thought) was "is that legal?!?!" Seriously, this is so hard to comprehend, becoming a world class musician just got that much harder for me. Damn you, good music. Oh and Blogger is out of Beta today. Very nice

This also needs more added once I wake up

OH I REMEMBER THE OTHER THOUGHT I THOUGHT

So far, FIVE people have created their own blogs after reading mine (cept one sorta not but you don't need to know about that)!!! Thank you for making me feel useful

Oh, and before I forget, I have some comments (not the kind you leave, just... me... commenting) on my blog. The only recurring sentiment about my beloved text baby is that it absolutely reeks of my mannerisms and "tude." Or, in their words, they can picture me saying everything that I post. I'm pretty sure that's a compliment, but then again, I'm not exactly a fantastic speaker... But I'll take it as a compliment anyway!!

This is passable as a post, right? Good... I've trained you noble few (emphasis on few) readers well

Someone: Wassup
Me: Trying to pass some text off as a blog post

True story, there

need sleeeeeeep... and blackouts SUCK

The New Frontiers

Well after a few weeks of creative block (ie actually doing things with my life... jk not really) I return to the scene with an actual entry instead of random youtube videos. My recent actions and "content-less additions" (no jokes about that being my blog as well), which you should immediately notice when you look at this page, might implicate me as a sell-out. Personally, I don't believe I qualify for "sell-outage" because I simply have nothing to sell out for. Quite frankly, these annoying-ass ***s (which I'm legally bound not to mention) are pissing me off for almost nothing. Support me but without breaking the law *wink*. So anyway.. I'm tired of talking, you talk now. peace

*Insert Phish quote ASAP*

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

Suggestions?

I've been reading a few blogs, and I read a few articles, to learn how to be a better blogger. Someday, I would like to have one, maybe in college, so that everyday I could hope that maybe I hit it big and have a shot at becoming the next Fark, Digg, or CNN. Of course, the odds of me EVER becoming as rich as the guy who made Digg are impossible, and Fark was pretty cool at first. I'm sure I could do the rest if I felt like it.
Creating and adding to The Babbler (the name will change soon) has begun to feel almost like homework... sitting down and trying to be entertaining to the faceless few who take time out of their lives to humor me, which I appreciate immensely. But NOW, it must be changed. i have plenty of other things, i have single scenes from plays, stanzas of poetry (mostly humorous), and other crap laying around. if anyone would like to see it, i will post it here. No, I never will show you in person and will never copy and paste it onto AIM. Sorry.
Not being funny like that is liberating... which is why i do it all the time. Now I have $I-I1+ to do, so please, get back to me if you have any recommendations for what you'd like to see here. I have lots to say, and here i can allow you to not listen to the boring parts.
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