Free Like Water

Water wants only to be free,

It flows to the sea

And it takes many a river

To finally deliver

That subject of songs

To where it truly belongs.

But Water is not free,

And surely you can see

That despite what it ought

Water only does naught

But go with the flow

Which goes from high to low

And Water knows it’s not free,

But still it can not flee

For when it tries,

To no one’s surprise

Once its in motion

It flows to the ocean.

So Water tries again to be free,

Through attempting to be

Flexible and strong

With its friends coming along

And with time they will erode

And carve their own road

But still Water is not free,

And surely you’d agree

For though the route is its own

The destination is known

And to turn again requires power

Which it loses by the hour

And still Water is not free,

For power is no guarantee

Of a path for which it’d rejoice

For that it must make a choice

And its power is often deflected

To dam itself when misdirected

But for now Water is free,

Along the next mile or three

For though it is stuck on one way

It was a path it deemed okay

And better to choose how it would fall

Than to choose nothing at all

ponderings of a fifteen-year-old

From some perspectives, doing almost anything is utterly worthless. What point is there in doing anyhing, when it is never perfect, never even perfect within the mind;s narrow conception of itself. How limitied are we all, and who or what coul hoe to change that. To believe in the possibility of change, of being even a tiny bit btter, is too optimistic by far. Bleakness and darkness, they are what remains in the end. Nothing mttters, nothing at a;;, judt yime passuing and the pathetic ramblings of a boy and his keyboard. There is no clevernes in it, just a surrender ot the darknesss of the world. What good could a single person do, a person so imperfect as a human is. What use is talent when it is unable to be fostered. What use is work, without a motivation to push it on. What even is the point of trying to reach above one's station, to not just accept the life one has been dealt and drown oneself out in the mindless corners of the wworld, lost what is the point what is the point what is hte point what is the point what is the point what else is there what is the point what is th epoint in a sea that one has jumped into. The health deteriorates, the eye go blind, the brain keep turning, ‘‘‘the ear get lost in itself", the limbs go numb, the bOPOPOPOPOPPOOOOOOOOOOody become sick, the headache take over, but the brain continuously spew out itlaments trash till the true end .For what more could ther be but the true horror of being a humn, any human, who must live with a mind that knows not how to be happy, a mind that constantly dissapoints itself, trusting itself less and less. Then there is a but. The mind has an idea, it owants to free itself, it has a siple solution, which it cannot foll  else is there. What is the point.What is the point,  Whathat else is there. point. Wat is the What else is ther what else is there. Wh else is there. the work of a fifteen year old fossil. whatow the next moment, the next time it realixes, the trust drops further. But maybe things could be different, byr its not up to me. I a useless, fifteen years old and already a relic in history, what pint is therelI;m just typing because there is nothing else to do; what point is there to typing what point is there at all. Just inchorerence just typos just

Sleep

In the past, I had believed that I was a genius, I believed I had a great destiny, I believed I was the world's center. I was proven wrong, not in a single, life-defining, plot-point of epic proportions. But series of practical non-events, things that had significance to no one but me. Questions, I asked myself, that destroyed the grand narrative over time.

In my social circle, no one had any self-confidence. In my younger days, I believed that I was the only person who did not believe in themselves. That everyone else in my life was simply better than me, that they had it all figured out. I saw my own inadequacy, and looked at the minuscule potential for me to make a positive impact, the resources wasted on my upbringing, the self-loathing for not loathing myself sufficiently. What has my life amounted to, what could it ever amount to? Everyone around me was better, I had believed, whatever I could contribute, others could contribute more. I could never begin to repay the debt of suffering my own existence has brought upon the world.

I question the purpose of living, other than to blind myself to the future I know is coming, to seek short term pleasure, to go even further into debt, to die in all but name.

It is not really death, it is more like a nap, a dream, an illusion. I have always woken up, and each time I do, the road looks bleaker, the mind grows darker, and it takes another nap. The mind can go days just going with the flow, not thinking of anything beyond completing the next action in an endless cycle of numbness.

I don't even know my goals in life, the optimist in me claims that they want to better the lives of everyone in the whole world. Sometimes, instead, I scoff, and wonder if I'm obviously just hiding-refusing to think about- the selfish desires at my core.

Part of the reason for this is I can't take action, I see people around me do so, and conclude that it is possible, so I blame my nature. And what is nature, but something which I can do nothing about? Thus I fade into yet another frenzy of meaningless pleasure, and sometimes, when awake, I wonder if that is what I should do.

Who cares if the pursuit of short term pleasure leads to problems in the long term, if those problems are inevitable? It would be a waste, sure, but my life is already a waste. I just want to stop thinking about it. I just want to fall asleep, only asleep, am I truly happy. If I'm not happy, its because I'm not all the way asleep. Haven't I always been doing that anyway, what will waking up change? What has waking up this time changed?

A Vacation of Nothing Much

For the past few of days, I've been on a road trip with my family. While much time passed on the trip, I didn't end up doing much.

As with all things, it started with our family's failure to plan out the trip. I personally didn't know we were even going on vacation until Friday Night before we left. Thus, the night before we left, I sketched out a general idea of which destinations we wanted to go towards. The plan ended up being very loosely followed.

The first day, we left at around 9 after a morning of packing our things. The plan was to head towards Tucson, AZ on the first day. We took Interstate-5 down South towards San Diego. By the time we reached Santee, it was 11 o'clock and we decided to stop for lunch at a Costco in the city. After wasting nearly two hours buying snacks and a lunch (pizza, of course), we set out West. Highway 52 eventually merged onto Interstate-8, which we would stay on for most of the day. By the afternoon, we had arrived at the town of Yuma, AZ, by which point it was getting dark. It was around this time that we booked the hotel for the night. At around 9, when we finally reached the hotel, we discovered that no restaurants were open. Instead, for the first dinner of our vacation, we bought food at a gas station and began to ate.

The next day, we quickly visited Saguaro National Park and looked at some cacti, watched a movie, and took a very short hike. Afterwards, we drove up towards Phoenix, stopping at Eloy to eat at A&W's. At Phoenix, we visited a mall, that was really stinky. I merely used the bathroom. Afterwards, we ate at a formal restaurant and went to sleep. In the afternoon, I played cards with my family.

Come Monday morning, we took a quick visit to Arizona State University, before quickly eating lunch and heading for Albuquerque. The path was a mountainous one, and very cold, but I didn't really notice that much because I was playing games on the iPad. When we arrived, it was night. This time, we ate instant noodles.

The next day, we took a "gap" day in Albuquerque. We wasted a few hours in the hotel before, buying a little bit of ice cream, before heading to the mall to buy more stuff and play some games. Eventually, we left the mall to eat at an Italian Restaurant. Afterwards, it was games in the hotel, before sleep time.

The next day also began with video games, until we resolved to go to Lubbock, TX. We skipped lunch, owing to a lack of places to do so, and ate pizza at an arcade. Our hotel was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, but at least it was the biggest room we'd been in so far.

After that, we headed towards Austin, Tx. We ate in the town Abilene at a Subway. It was 7 by the time we reached our hotel. We went to an Outback Steakhouse, and pigged out before going to sleep. The next day we went to the Texas Capitol, LBJ Presidential Library,  UT Austin, and a park. Then, we ate at a Texan BBQ place before going to sleep.

The next day we walked along the Colorado River for a while before heading to San Antonio, where we saw the Alamo and the riverwalk. I ended up eating at Taco Cabana for dinner.

The next day, we started heading back. A long day, and we stopped in Las Cruces, NM

Finally, we came home at around 11.

Sang a song

Thus, in the far far past, a song was sung.

Thus, in the time of song, a past has passed.

Thus, far away, time was timed.

Thus, in time, far is afar.

Thus, in the ahh, in an inn

Thus, in the inn, a ahhAnne

Thus, has the past, was the wuss

Thus, wuss the was, has for hass.

Frozen Musical *Analysis* in all lowercase letters

the musical opens with three doors.

opening scene

anna hit in the head

trolls

"do you want to build a snowman" on fast forward

the actors sit diametrically opposed, a door in between

"love is an open door." 

• "say goodbye to the pains of the past"
• for anna, the pain of elsa pretending she doesn't exist
• for hans, the pain of his brothers pretending he doesn't exist

"you can't marry someone you just met that day"(and if you marry, then the gates must open again) 

"you can if its true love"

"what do you know about love?"

"more than you, all you know is how to shut people out"

"let it go"

• "kingdom of ice-olation"
• ice therefore, represents isolation or shutting people out AKA
• "turn away and slam the door"
• ice and isolation ends with love and
• "love is an open door"

"you can't marry got engaged to someone you just met that day?"

"you can if it's true love"

anna sees elsa in her castle, sings parts of "for the first time in forever"

• "we can fix this together"
• "I don't know how"

<no anna, go back home alone, leave me be, open up the gates (without me)>

"I'm alone, but I'm alone and free"

<but what about the eternal winter?>

"I will never be free" (from the magic, from the ice, not even by letting go, not even by running)

anna gets struck in the heart yadah yadah....

trolls procede to arrange a marriage between anna + kristoff. 

• "people never change"
• <love is a powerful force> (foreshadowing, much?)

audience:"you can't marry kristoff, you just met him that day" (or a few days ago, it's ambiguous)

audience:"you can if its true love"

they go to hans

<long rant> hans, you could've won if you had just killed anna. also you could've won if you had not told anna your evil plan. also you could've won if you had pretended to love anna. also you could've won if you at least tried to make anna not turn against you. also you could've won if you were not the antagonist  </long rant>

hans:"if only there was someone who loved you"

audience: "booooooo"

what is love?

olaf: <love is putting someone else before yourself. like what kristoff did>

audience: "love is an open door"

anna: "kristoff loves me?"

olaf: "wow, you really don't know what love is, do you?"

ending scene

"love, of course!" (now I know how)

"[from here on out,] the gates will always be open."

love is an open door gate.

"love is an open door" plays

anna dances with hans  kristoff

elsa blesses the marriage (you can if it's true love)

elsa is forever alone, forever ice-olated

"... say goodbye ... to the pains of the past"

'"love is an open door ... with you"

audience claps, actors bow.

A Day Through the Lens of My Selves

    Sticking to a single train of thought for longer than but a second tends to lead to interesting observations. Yet such novel thoughts rarely transcend the barrier of time, because without constant recall, thoughts fade away... This is relevant to the task of trying to plan for the future. Any plans my present self makes are forgotten by my future self. Often that future self does not remember the plans and why my past self made them in the first place until the consequences have already affected my future self.
   When my past self reflects on how an average day normally goes, it see one particular pattern. It makes a specific plan regarding tasks it wants my future self to accomplish, the night before. By morning, said plan is extremely hazy, barely remembered. By the time my future self arrives at a school, there is a completely different environment that inspires completely different trains of thought. The memories of the plan are completely buried under several hours worth of school experiences. At home, my future self then wastes a lot of time until it finally dawns on it that my past self actually intended for it to spend that time productively.
   Yesterday, my past self had decided to formulate a specific plan, and understood that in order for the plan to be remembered, it must make an effort to inspire my future self to remember me, sitting in the bed, drawing up a schedule that would match every minute of time from the moment my future self would come home to the moment at 3:30 my future self would go to sleep at 9:30 with a particular task. It wrote everything down, and put it on my desk. But that wasn't enough, it also thought up the mantra "Read the Schedule, it is on a table", which tired as my past self was, thought rhymed.
   Sure enough, when Future Self woke up, it looked at the table, and memorized the 'catchy' mantra. At school, there was a 'relay race' where Future Self would recite the mantra in my head and pass it on to a Future Future Self. And so, when Future Future Future Self stepped off the bus, it began to follow the plan. It was pretty hard for Future Future Future Self to stick to the plan, because unexpected distractions occurred. One particular distraction was a Boy Scout meeting that Past Self had simply forgotten about. Future Future Future Self was caught off guard when it heard my mom announce that we would be going to a Boy Scout Meeting, yet overall, Past Self's plan succeeded in making Future Future Future Self's day more productive then it would have been.
  Now, Future Future Future Self is writing this very blogpost, finishing one of the last items on the schedule, and will go on to plan the next day, hoping that a Future Future Future Future Self will follow it and continue the cycle.

An interesting class

Today I went to my Boy Scout troop's emergency preparedness merit badge class. The two hour class was both informative and interesting. At three o'clock, my mom sent me to the meeting. The class was taught by one of the many adult leaders of our troop, Mister Huang. The Emergency Preparedness Merit Badge is all about preparing for unexpected situations and knowing how to react given the situation. It was a small class, only six other scouts were present, as well as a couple of adults who were on their phones half the time and sort of listening and poking fun the other half. First, we watched a video about preventing injury during and after an earthquake. While most of it was not new, as our school does an annual earthquake drill, some of it, especially the stuff not related to school, made sense, but probably wouldn't occur to you naturally. For instance, one suggestion was      to move your bed away from windows, because they are likely to break during an earthquake. Another was to install automatic gas shutoff, because gas leaks are another potential danger. Additionally, there were suggestions about what to do in the event of an actual earthquake. The instructions varied based on what where you were in the moment, but a common theme was staying calm, avoiding windows, and protecting one's neck.

Afterwards, we did some physical practice. Mr. Huang dragged a dummy human underneath a few tables and guided us through the process of rescuing and administering first aid in this hypothetical situation. The first step was getting the 'rubble' off of the dummy. The lesson here was that it is important to not directly lift the rubble, but to use a stick or other long object as leverage. If you are the victim, you are supposed to conserve energy and moisture, because rescue is likely a few days away. Signalling responders is done via tapping any metallic object, and not by shouting.  Having educated us on this point the next step was first aid. The dummy had a leg missing as well as a fake cut on his left arm and a fractured right arm. We then went over the first aid procedure for those injuries, which included information about CPR. Obviously, this was important and to hammer the point home, each of us had to do 60 chest compressions on a CPR dummy.

The next emergency was the active shooter emergency, which is a new requirement that was added rather recently. This was taught in the 'GET OUT, HIDE OUT, TAKE OUT' mantra. GET OUT essentially means to run away, as quickly as possible, in the opposite direction from the sound as gunfire. HIDE OUT refers to barricading and locking the doors, turning off the lights and pretending that the building is deserted. The whole point is to buy time before help can arrive. TAKE OUT refers to aggressively defending oneself. The video we watched showed a group of people swarming the shooter with books, chairs, and other makeshift weaponary. An often forgotten point is that running away is preferred and the other options are for when running is no longer viable. Of course attacking is called a last resort, because it is the riskiest option.

Like the first drill, we also did a practical exercise. We went to different locations and were asked which way we should run if gunfire was heard in such and such direction. After a while, Mr. Huang suddenly left. This unplanned departure left us very confused so we started socializing. However, it was a trap! We heard a strange noise, and all of us froze, it took us a second to realize it was supposed to be gunfire. One of the other Scouts shouted "Run you Idiots!" and we all ran. Mr. Huang was carrying a banana and pointing it like a gun. After that, he called us in and told us that the last class all died because they didn't run away. We later realized that doing an emergency drill was a requirement for the merit badge, which was the point of that whole charade.

The last topic of the day was about mobilization, or organizing a large group of people to accomplish a task. Mr. Huang made us find a 'missing baby' that was somewhere on the facility (which he has hidden there beforehand). After a quick little search, we found the baby in the bushes behind the building. With that, we were free to go. Overall, the reason that the class held my interest so well was that we moved around and put our skills to use, which is why I can now still recall most of what I was supposed to learn.

The Honoring

The rabbit jumped out of its hole in an animated and excited manner. The sun, round and solid, was on its way down. It had been a good week, and as in all good weeks, the rabbit had eaten a lot this week, and today was the special day. It was the day when all the rabbits would come out of their little holes to meet up once a week. The rabbit hopped as quickly as its little legs could take it to the place where Bunnykind would meet on this special day. For some strange reason, even on this special day, not a single other rabbit could be found. Bunnykind was very spread out and it was rare for the rabbit to see more than a few other rabbits in a particular day, but the rabbit recalled that on other special days, as they were honoring the Great Rabbits, it had seen a lot more other rabbits. Strange. The rabbit hopped and hopped in order to find the other rabbits, but it saw no one, as they had all left. Hours passed, as the rabbit traveled through the Great Forest. The special day, as the rabbit remembered, was supposed to honor the legacy of the Great Rabbits and to select a new one, all of which gave their very lives to protect Bunnykind. While in the Great Forest, the rabbit suddenly realized that it was lost. Thus, its legs gave way and it fell down, fast. A loud thumping sound accompanied the rabbits's fall, after which, the rabbit began to sleep. A few hours later, the Clever Fox walked by and deliberately picked the rabbit up, carefully picking it up and making not a single noise.

The rabbit slowly stirred, in the Clever Foxes' firm paws. The rabbit looked around and saw the other rabbits gathered in the area. That was probably why they couldn't be found in the gathering spot! The rabbit noted with a hint of sadness that one of his friends was not in the audience, the rabbit hadn't seen his friend since that special day two weeks ago. He was a true friend, and never cared if other rabbits thought it was plump. It was a story of true determination and eventual success, for his friend had joined the realm of Great Rabbits last week. The rabbit thought back to the Great Rabbits. The rabbit's friend became one, and perhaps the rabbit would become one too. It filled the rabbit with pride, Bunnykind would honor - 

The Clever Fox smiled at his reflection in the newly formed crimson puddle. Its teeth were as sharp as ever. The Clever Fox was full for now. Now it was time to clean up, and when the Clever Fox finished naught but the bones would remain. Afterwards, the Clever Fox purred and gracefully waltzed off into the night. It would be back in precisely one week. 

As the rest of the stars came into view, the rabbits that had survived the day dodged the bones of their kin as they fled into the night and ran back to their separate holes.

End of School

At my school, we are currently on the last week of school. Most of the work was over by last Friday. As of today, 4 out of 6 of my classes have completely finished their content. I had two finals today, one in English, and one in Science. For the last 3 days of school, we will simply be watching movies. The light workload almost makes me forget that I have school. Talk of summer vacation is in every classroom and a ubiquitous conversational topic. It will officially end on Thursday, but by then, I will basically be not in the proper mindset of a student.

hIit

Max experienced that day and wondered just what had happened. He felt nothing beyond his arms but a dull chill, a reminder of what he had just left. The noise he heard had also changed, gone was the buzzing sound he had heard since he was five, and instead he heard thewind rustling the clothes on his back. He looked around, and saw where he had come from not too long ago. Max had wondered what it was like to feel cold. He knew now.

Each step brought him closer to the snow filled scene he saw in front of him. The air grew ever colder, and the wind would grow ever louder until it's deafening cry forced him to cover his ears. He saw someone's mouth open. The wind, he thought, it must be blocking his voice. It's almost like he is screaming out. Another moment later, the person vanished into the wind which now started to fling snow into his eyes. His eyes widened as a tree trunk flew right past him. My clothes caught on the branch ... Ahhhhh. 

Grasping on to the snow, Max unsnags his clothing and realizes he's on the edge of a cliff. Finish the job finish the job finish the job. A jolt of pain flies into his leg as he lands on the snow. I failed... again.

The Horde

The morning is quiet as the last visible traces of the Doom fade into the morning. The ashes, now buried beneath the earth give rise to the beasts, who crawled to the surface and wandered off. Yet it is not an aimless wander, though their movements may be random, two things are clear, they never go to the same place twice, and they naturally gather together.

 Years pass: the horde is now an endless crowd of nightmarish creatures, who make no sound other than the crushing of grasses below their feet. The world is quiet, The Horde the only noise that can now be heard in the vast expanse. Where The Horde goes, the grass slumbers, the dirt packs together, the world becomes even quieter.

Centuries pass: The Horde combines into one large beast - its name is The Horde. It walks less often and decides that it's time to sleep.

Years pass: The entire world has been visited, The Horde fades into a mountain of ashes.

Many more eons pass: The ashes harden. The grass lengthens, now living upon a sea of hardened dirt.    Remnants of the Doom awaken, and see their new home, and sing at their fortune. They make their home on the mountain, and tell stories of the miracle that gave them a second chance.

Boy Scout camping Pt. 1

Last weekend, I went camping and it was pretty fun. My Boy Scout troop had been preparing to go camping for a few weeks. The Wednesday before, my dad and I dedicated 2 hours to purchasing the food for the camp out. In our troop, we select one person to buy all the food for the entire weekend, known as the "grubmaster". The grubmaster can receive a refund from the troop of $12 per person that they are buying food for.  

On Friday, while I was studying for a test for a class, my dad drove thirty minutes to the campsite. By the time we arrived, it was already dark and I had trouble getting my things moved. However, my tenting partner had already set up the tent so at least I didn't have to set up a tent. I read on my kindle for two hours until Cracker Barrel, where the adults provided Cup of Noodles and Hot Cocoa. At about ten I finally slept. 

I woke up many times in the middle of the night cycling between attempting to sleep, sleeping, waking up, checking the time on my kindle, and laboriously taking the 100 meter run to the bathroom without properly putting on my shoes. In total, I woke up to use the bathroom 9 times! I woke up at seven to see the sunrise and peacefully waited for everyone else to leave their tents.

Scary books and a few more days off from school

Two weeks ago I read a really scary book. I thought about it all day and didn't want to go to sleep for fear of nightmares. Right now, most of the fear has subsided and life is back to normal. During that time, I actually was afraid to go back to Barnes and Nobles. However, on Monday, school was out and I decided to try my luck at Barnes and Nobles again. My decision was made at 4 o'clock and I read books until 6 o'clock. Actually, no, I think that most of the time was me just looking for the right book. I don't have a watch, but I believe that I might have spent 30 minutes staring, wandering, and reading blurbs. After a while, I just went to the Manga section and easily found something good to read, which tends to happen a lot. With novels, I'm not patient enough to read past the first page. With Manga, I've never stopped reading because I was bored, only if I was scared or was forced to leave. The only problem is that it breaks my neck. After a neck-breaking 90 minutes, I left the bookstore, but felt like it had been much longer than that.

Barnes and Nobles again

Recently, I've been starting to go back to Barnes + Nobles in order to waste some time. I did that a lot during summer, but when school started again their wasn't much time. The last two weekends, we have had three-day weekends. Last Monday, I spent most of the afternoon at a Barnes and Nobles store. I spent 5 hours reading a single book, which was actually pretty good. That day was pretty fun and it is why we came again today. Unfortunately, I wasted about 2 hours trying to look for a book. I simply paced around. When I found a book that I was interested in reading I never finished before we had to leave. Now, there are going to be no more three day weekends so I won't be coming back for a while.

Library E-Books

For a pretty long while now, I've been checking out E-books at the library to read on my Kindle. This started about 4 months ago, when I first got the kindle, I read a book which talked about "assets". Anyways, while I was reading a review on the book, someone who didn't like the book quipped that their greatest 'asset' is my library card. My dad agreed with that statement. Later that day, I wanted to buy a book, instead my dad told me that the public library not only has books to check out, but E-books, video games, movies - all sorts of stuff. We didn't even have to go to the library! All we had to do was check it out through the library's website. I looked through the E-book collection for about 15 minutes before finding the book Maximum Ride and it was very convenient. Those 15 minutes answered most of my questions about the system. I initially wondered why anyone would buy books with such a convenient lending system (you could say the same for physical books except that there is a wait-list), to solve this problem, there are only a certain number of copies available to check out, popular books have about 10 something people waiting. When the lend time is two weeks, it takes a couple of months to get one book. I read a bunch of less popular books that I don't find in a bookstore or the library, before finally reading a book I had holded since I was first introduced to the library E-book selection. Now, every-once in a while when I get bored, I look through the catalog of "Available Now" books, select one, and 30 seconds later, start to read.

Not much

Today I did spent a pretty long time away from home. In the morning, I did some of my math homework before leaving at 10 for a class, as usual. Unlike most weekends, today I went to two other places. At 2 o'clock, I left to take a short math test, which was over in 30 minutes. Following that, I spent a very boring hour at the library doing math problems. Each problem took me about five minutes, but it was very satisfying to do so many of them. I'd been doing those math problems for about two weeks now, and they aren't much harder than they were when I first started, but I get really really lazy. Whenever I got stuck, I looked at the clock, then at my dad (who was reading magazines) to try to pass some time, because I knew that once it was 4 o'clock I could zip out and go to the next place we were planning to go. I got stuck a lot. Today I was also frequently hiccuping, which made it difficult to focus. After 30 minutes, I took a short break. When it was about 4:05 my dad took us to our next destination. There, I spent 45 minutes before going home.   

Skip-A-Day

Yesterday I forgot to write a blog. I don't really know what to say about that, except that I should probably write one today or risk getting in trouble. I kinda don't really have much else to say, so I guess I will write what comes to mind. As stated before, I kinda just want to have between 8-9 sentences. So I will keep writing extremely random and boring stuff until I reach that point. At this point, I would have my old lazy blog length. Whenever I do write blog, I always feel like my day was very boring. It really wasn't though. I guess it was rather normal... Yet it felt pretty long. I just don't remember much.

Quality Blog

One of the things I was supposed to do in exchange for the video game was to write a quality blog. I hadn't written blog for over two months. When I first started, I wrote about the hiking trip I had done the day before. Then I took an easy route and spent 11 days writing about my 9 days of vacation. Then I ran out of ideas. Yesterday, I wrote it on the video game that I convinced my dad to buy which is the reason I have started writing again. Of course, there is really no set definition for quality, and that means that I tend to go for the standard of "better than my old lazy blogs" which were five to six sentences long. I want to try and beat that. If I asked my dad back in the day, he would tell me that the length doesn't matter as much as the "quality" of my writing and that I shouldn't treat writing blog like a task I want to get done. Maybe it would be better to judge it based on how long it took me to think about it and write it (This patch of words took about 7 minutes total, 2 minutes for typing, and 5 minutes to think of stuff to write) ... Anyways, the point is after coming back to writing blog again, I hope I won't go back to lazy five sentence blogs anytime soon.

Okay, correction, my mom just came up and told me that this current post is too short. Great. I also recall writing some stories, but I don't like writing them anymore, because of how detailed the first section is compared to the 6-7 sentences I use for the last part. However, my mom actually liked when I wrote stories.  This is a list of the labels I've used: (Activity, Book Report, BORING, chinese, Discovery, Fable, fiction, funny, Game, joke, Journal, Letter, Lily, Long Journal, Main Idea, miscellaneous, placeholder, Play, Poem, Pretend, rhyme, Round Story, Science fiction, Song lyrics, Story, Tongue Twister.)  I used to do a lot of things. I don't remember the last time I did a story, much less all the other things.  Anyways, I also thought about something else, perhaps I should instead judge the quality of my blogs not by how long it took to write it, but how long it takes to read it. In that case, this blog can be read in under 3 minutes. Soooooo... Fail.

The game I got

Two days after coming home from vacation, I came home and wanted to get a video game (Not a free one). The result was a rather interesting experience that I think rather positively of. In the beginning I directly asked, that didn't work very well. After begging for a while, the next day, I convinced my dad to the point that he told me that he would buy a video game for me if I wrote a "proposal" to convince him to do it. He meant proposal in the context of a proposal for funding for research. In other words, I needed to write a letter with reasons that he should buy the game for me. It was like writing an argumentative paper (with respect) and preemptively discussing various counter arguments. After about 2 hours, I showed it to my mom, and she said that she would buy it for me. Then I showed it to my dad (who's opinion actually mattered), first, I ran away, not wanting to hear his response, when I came back, he did a little research of his own before accepting. The experience as a whole taught me of the importance of being able to write effectively and convincingly. For future issues, if I want, I can always attempt to write another proposal.