"The thing about resolutions, I find is . . .there’s always tomorrow." – Bilbo Baggins
It's about that time of year again. The time where everyone makes resolutions for the New Year and sees how long they can keep it up. I can always tell when it's after New Years when the amount of people at the gym skyrockets with new members trying to fulfill their get-in-shape resolutions.
I've never really been much of a New Years resolution maker myself, but I thought this year maybe I would give it a try. I've decided I want to allow myself to take the time to write more. When I was younger I used to write all the time, but over the past few years life has gotten in the way.
Now I'm by far no resolution-keeper expert, but one thing I have noticed, at least for myself, is that it is much easier to keep a resolution longer if you have something concrete to aim for. For instance, "get in shape" is too ambiguous. One could say "well, round is a shape, so I guess I'm done." Instead, the resolution could be: "I want to lose 10 lbs" or "I want to go to the gym 4 days a week."
I need to set some distinct guidelines for my resolution. So I found an unused notebook in my closet and I've decided that every day, starting January 1st, I want to fill at least one page. Maybe that page is filled with complete mumbo jumbo, then so be it. Only time will tell how long I'll last.
What resolution did you make?
Merry Christmas for those of you who believe in such things
Merry Christmas!!
I hope your day is joyous and full of grace!
I hope your day is joyous and full of grace!
"I swear I was in suspended animation!"
Well, life as a zombie for two months was, uh... interesting. Nonetheless, I survived my 7th semester of college. 7?! I think I can vaguely see the light at the end of the tunnel. Or maybe it was just a lightning bug...
Anyway, now I'm back (from outer space?) and am prepared for all adventures of the awesome variety! Although, I'm not sure a Snorlax would awaken by mere poking... Though I suppose there's only one way to find out...
Also, if anyone can name the reference for the title of this post, I'll, um... give you a high five!
Anyway, now I'm back (from outer space?) and am prepared for all adventures of the awesome variety! Although, I'm not sure a Snorlax would awaken by mere poking... Though I suppose there's only one way to find out...
Also, if anyone can name the reference for the title of this post, I'll, um... give you a high five!
The Return of the Great and Fast Sonic the Hedgehog!
Well, this isn't quite it. But as any reader may or may not have noticed, my partner in crime has not made their presence known here for the last two months. This is sad news indeed to my ears considering this was Sonic's idea; I entered the blogging world under the Sonic banner.
So, I came today
to entreat the Great, the Fast, the Amazing
Sonic the Hedgehog
to return and conquer!
To enjoin me in treasure robbing,
Snorlax poking, and other awesome adventures
across the multi-layered universe
we like to call
the Internet!
(One would like Sonic could beat Snorlax any day)
So, I came today
to entreat the Great, the Fast, the Amazing
Sonic the Hedgehog
to return and conquer!
To enjoin me in treasure robbing,
Snorlax poking, and other awesome adventures
across the multi-layered universe
we like to call
the Internet!
(One would like Sonic could beat Snorlax any day)
And We Find The Defendant... Sane!
That is how I felt yesterday.
I was having psychological testing done for my career process and I found out that per the intelligence and personality testing of the world, I am sane.
Sane. Sanity. San-i-ty.
Defined as the state of soundness of mind. Defined as the state of soundness of judgement.
Incredibility abounds.
However, this too shall pass and so, with a song in my heart, my chin in the air, and a bounce in my step, I shall venture forth into the world to buy some stockings. Warm stockings I should think. Perhaps black, or maybe grey. Although, I have always like gray better. No worries, I shall too figure this out.
I was having psychological testing done for my career process and I found out that per the intelligence and personality testing of the world, I am sane.
Sane. Sanity. San-i-ty.
Defined as the state of soundness of mind. Defined as the state of soundness of judgement.
Incredibility abounds.
However, this too shall pass and so, with a song in my heart, my chin in the air, and a bounce in my step, I shall venture forth into the world to buy some stockings. Warm stockings I should think. Perhaps black, or maybe grey. Although, I have always like gray better. No worries, I shall too figure this out.
E-I-E-I-Ohhhhh
Today something terrible occurred to me:
There are, and will be forever more, people who will never see a farm animal in real life.
While some of you may think this is an odd thing to lament, I feel saddened by the idea that some people will grow up and live their entire lives loving the taste of their food without ever considering what it takes to make such delicacies.
The reason for this sudden dismay came from a run in with this website:
http://www.thesheepmarket.com/
The disappointing ability of humanity to simply draw a sheep has destroyed the foundations of my trust in this world.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.
[In other news: Snow.
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There are, and will be forever more, people who will never see a farm animal in real life.
While some of you may think this is an odd thing to lament, I feel saddened by the idea that some people will grow up and live their entire lives loving the taste of their food without ever considering what it takes to make such delicacies.
The reason for this sudden dismay came from a run in with this website:
http://www.thesheepmarket.com/
The disappointing ability of humanity to simply draw a sheep has destroyed the foundations of my trust in this world.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.
[In other news: Snow.
I passed my Math Senior Project and yet...
Dear World,
What utter crap this life can be. Sometimes you live in a veritable ocean of known blessings, you have scrumptious food on the table, you have warm soft fluffy socks on your feet, you have more friends than you have time to spend with them all. However, many times it seems instead that the bank has come collecting on your house, your socks are full of holes, and your friends all have other friends with whom they would rather enjoy their precious time. At these times, all you want is a little fun, something simple that provokes true laughter instead of the pile of work and the upset stomach.
Alas, it is not to be so. I am given to wonder where our dreams go in such instances. We squash our dreams for the unrelenting now, awaiting the morrow when our dreams have time to come true. We watch them come and we watch them go. Regret and despair are such harsh words under the cover of the indifference and doldrum society allows. I sit here, in companion with only my fish, and I give in to the waiting, the waiting Dr. Seuss so disparagingly disdains, the waiting to change one's stars, the waiting for the Advent purple to change to Christmas white, the waiting for the ship to come into shore.
Although without waiting, we enter the instantly gratified world of technology that has the possibility to destroy our ability to adapt and grow. We enter the never satisfied hunger of wanting nothing because everything is to be had at hand immediately. We enter a world where there is nothing worth waiting for.
And as that is not the case, we find there is a time for waiting, there is a season for waiting, there is a reason for waiting. Something better is coming and the anticipation is what it might truly be makes it better than all the randomness of other unknown events. The waiting changes the receiver of the gift of life. It makes you that much more grateful.
Can you teach us how to darn our own socks instead?
Sincerely,
Yoda
What utter crap this life can be. Sometimes you live in a veritable ocean of known blessings, you have scrumptious food on the table, you have warm soft fluffy socks on your feet, you have more friends than you have time to spend with them all. However, many times it seems instead that the bank has come collecting on your house, your socks are full of holes, and your friends all have other friends with whom they would rather enjoy their precious time. At these times, all you want is a little fun, something simple that provokes true laughter instead of the pile of work and the upset stomach.
Alas, it is not to be so. I am given to wonder where our dreams go in such instances. We squash our dreams for the unrelenting now, awaiting the morrow when our dreams have time to come true. We watch them come and we watch them go. Regret and despair are such harsh words under the cover of the indifference and doldrum society allows. I sit here, in companion with only my fish, and I give in to the waiting, the waiting Dr. Seuss so disparagingly disdains, the waiting to change one's stars, the waiting for the Advent purple to change to Christmas white, the waiting for the ship to come into shore.
Although without waiting, we enter the instantly gratified world of technology that has the possibility to destroy our ability to adapt and grow. We enter the never satisfied hunger of wanting nothing because everything is to be had at hand immediately. We enter a world where there is nothing worth waiting for.
And as that is not the case, we find there is a time for waiting, there is a season for waiting, there is a reason for waiting. Something better is coming and the anticipation is what it might truly be makes it better than all the randomness of other unknown events. The waiting changes the receiver of the gift of life. It makes you that much more grateful.
Can you teach us how to darn our own socks instead?
Sincerely,
Yoda
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