People want comedy
They want to giggle and laugh
If you tell us a story without it
You’ve only told us half
Humor, that’s what people want
Without it, what do you got?
A deeper story, meaningful
But do people want it? I think not.
A deep story is good, don’t get me wrong
But without any humor at all
People will get bored with it
And your popularity will surely fall
People want to hear a joke
A story without laughter is dull
So put humor in your story
If you want it read in full
My heart is bleeding
All over the floor
My life is ending
Of this I’m sure.
Torrents expelled
From my mouth and my eyes
Blood covers my hands
A sticky red dye.
My heart is melting
Like all my insides
I cannot resist it
I’m going to die.
My heart is still beating
Yet only with pain
From living any longer
I’ve naught to gain.
My heart is on fire
I wish you could see
How painful this is
To be lived through by me
There’s this meme on the internet of a shark with captions like “Swims over for a hug, gets punched in the nose.” There are also similar memes involving misunderstood spiders and other misunderstood animals who are simply… misunderstood.
But I had a question, why are people afraid of these animals? Yeah, sharks kill people, but so do cars and people aren’t afraid of them (There’s probably someone car phobia out there, but that’s an extreme case and doesn’t count) and your average garden spider never hurts anyone. If anything they’re good at keeping flies away, which people don’t seem to like either. I came to the conclusion that these animals are misunderstood and people are afraid of them because they look frightening. So next time you see an animal you’re afraid of, unless it’s gnawing your leg off, it’s probably pretty safe to go near. Have fun dying 🙂
This past week has been quite hectic, to say the least. I’ve been occupied by tennis and schoolwork, which have taken up most of my nights for the past week. Alas, I have no poetry for you, nor a deep post concerning philosophical or political matters; what I have for you is an update on my life, I have a list of things which I find important and I have a list of actions which I plan on beginning to do. My plan is very similar to that of a person who tries to stick to “New Year’s Resolutions,” which I tried to do back in January and fell short by a enormous margin, so these are plans which I think will help to improve my life with a persistent effort from me. In other words, I have no idea what I’m writing about and I’m going to make up, type it, and try to stick with it.
First, I’m cutting out all sodas and carbonated beverages except under special circumstances. There are much better alternatives such as juices, milk, and the always popular WATER.
I want to start reading novels again. Not history novels or french novels or textbooks, which seem to be the only thing I’ve been reading lately, but an actual novel. With a plot and dynamic characters and gut-wrenching suspense that makes me want to go out and buy the sequel. I used to read all the time but have since then gotten out of the habit. I also support the idea of intellectual property rights and think authors who are good at what they do deserve the recognition for their work, and I plan to recognize these people for the wonderful storytellers that they are. A Kindle and a more liberal electronics policy at my school would make this task less daunting, but these things are out of my control, so I shall have to acquire and read my books the old-fashioned way.
Shave. It seems simple, but I really hate doing it. My facial hair grows extremely fast too, so I have to do it often if I want to stay clean, so most of the time I just don’t even bother shaving because I know that it’ll grow back in just a few days’ time. This one might not even be worth it, but I’m going to try it anyway.
…Well that’s it. I thought I’d be able to think of more things to make this list more listlike, but no such luck. Ok bye.
Last Thursday I had the wondrous opportunity to visit the city of Atlanta, home of the Braves and, apparently, homeless people. For the thirty or so minutes that I actually spent walking the streets of Atlanta with my brother and my father, we were approached by at least five homeless men, all black, asking for various donations, the weirdest of which was a man who asked if we had any antifreeze. My father chose not to give any of these men any money/food/antifreeze, which I found a perfectly acceptable action, yet the problem was not with his action, but with the fact that I agreed with it. My parents and I usually have views on everything which are on completely opposite sides of the spectrum from each other, yet we agreed on this one little small thing, the act of donation to the homeless.
I pondered why I didn’t believe in giving money or food to beggars, and I think I came up with what I seem to think is a reasonable solution for this lapse in disagreement. Giving a donation to a homeless person is unequal. With government established programs (such as food stamps) every person who wants it and meets the requirements is allowed access to them, and once they get them they can only be used for nourishment and can’t be used to purchase cigarettes, beer, or other illegal drugs. If I hand money to a random person on the side of the road, I have no way of offering all other homeless people in the city the same thing, therefore making my donation unfair to everyone else who wanted the donation but didn’t receive it. Also I would have no way of being sure that the man used the money to buy food for his kids like he said he would and not something completely different.
That’s my personal belief on the issue of donating to the homeless. If I were able to set up a program or an event which offered food/shelter/other necessities to people in need than I might participate in that, but I don’t consider handouts to be a fair means of acquiring these things that homeless people ask for. Feel free to comment with your own experiences with homeless people and your views on donations.
Midterms, Finals, whatever they’re called
Important exams, and I am appalled!
Testing knowledge over lots of things
Taking all the class time; until the bell rings
You study you study and you study some more
But you can’t seem to achieve that amazingly awesome score
I have one question; are you really the best?
Would you cheat to ace your test?
This is not the way to go
Sorry, but this doesn’t flow
Cheating isn’t good for you
No matter what a good grade will do.
Dost thou love me?
I know your mind is minced
But if you do
Damn you, for torture
But if you don’t
I’ll reluctantly take your place in Hell,
But if you refuse to tell me…
I’ll not know the outcome
Nor shall I abandon my cause
It will fade with time passing
New ones will take its place
It will make you cry
For joy, perhaps
Fading tone, slowly
Until only white remains
Unless you’re not careful
Then will come stains
Stains, however, can make images
more beautiful than the original, perhaps
Until they fade as well
Then the process begins again
Until you get to the point
Where you refuse to see images
And see just stains
Knocking anxiously upon the door
with my hammer at my side
Knowing not what I’m here for
No time to run, no time to hide
Your breath, falters
My mind, alters
Animalistic
I walk away
Keeping guilt at bay
Since there’s no place to hide
I haven’t blogged/ranted recently, but I feel that now would be an appropriate time to do so.
Firstly, I find the way that my life is currently occurring, repetitively and uneventful, to be maddening. This is how my life this year has occurred so far: I wake up in the morning, go to school, talk to the same friends everyday and do the same classwork over and over. Sometimes playing tennis after school. After that, I go home, do any chores/homework I have, then sit on the computer staring at inconsequential tidbits of information either about the world or about people’s lives. On the weekends I try to have plans but no one wishes to engage in activities with me (which I shall bring up later in this post) so I’m forced to resort to the computer related activities mentioned before. Oh, and talking to Alyssa on the phone and playing games whenever we’re both unoccupied 🙂
This way of living was fine… and then I got bored with it. I really really really really wish for something interesting to happen. I don’t even care which event occurs, as long as it’s eventful. They could be, but aren’t limited to:
You get the idea. Number two I don’t really like because it implies people getting hurt. Any other ideas would be greatly appreciated because I honestly have no idea what I want.
Another reason life is quite… irksome is because of the people involved. Some people think that I’m “bossy” and “demanding” and “don’t like it when things don’t happen to go exactly as I planned”, but it’s justifiable to act this way when:
Look at me being all listy today 🙂 Anyway this is quite irksome and keeps events from occurring which keeps me from being entertained which causes me to spend 4-day weekends at home writing blogs about how much I hate not having a life.
So please, kind readers, do something with your life, and then help me do something with mine because I’m bored with living.
Allgoodd