Musings over life, the universe, the ordinary, and everything else
Tue
Apr
14
The idea that anything can be art is totally true. However, closely following this statement should be the question : SHOULD anything be art? The answer is no. But then again, art depends completely on the reciever, even if it is the creator themselves. So if art brings happiness to anyone then it is definately worthwhile.
Mon
Apr
6
Fills you with POSITIVE endorphins
is awesome
makes you happy
and warm
and turns you brown
or red if you stay out in it too much
thank goodness its SPRING
Tue
Mar
31
I wrote a four page essay, took me all afternoon, went off the comp for dinner, lost the ENTIRE THING
it sucked
wrote it all over again
its now 5 pages and im going to sleep
:)
drian42:
NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! where did you get that? is it going to be a movie??
They better not spoil it. its just such a great book
Originally posted as a comment by Ella on Drian42’s Tumblr Blog using Disqus.
IT is going to be a movie! And judging by the trailer, it doesn’t look too bad!
I think they might be able to pull it off, with the costumes and stuff. Maybe. Apparently the script was written by the author or something (it says by the author) so it can’t be too bad.
AWESOME! I have to see that!!!!
Mon
Mar
30
Is an amazing sport that you should really try if you want to live your life to the fullest. You get to propel yourself amazingly fast, watching the water part to either side of you. You can row in all sorts of combos with other people, get a whole team to row in an 8. Went up to Philly today and rowed in the most gorgeous weather on a gorgeous river (even though apparently dead bodies have been found in it before). Its just a great thing to try, and being able to synchronise yourself with another 7 people, making your team stronger than others, is just a great sense of accomplishment. Every race I participate in just makes me want to go faster, do better, make myself and my team stronger. Thats what its all about.
Sun
Mar
29
He raced through the thick forest, convinced that he would trip and fall any second. He knew something was chasing him and it wouldn’t stop until it got whatever it wanted. Brian was intelligent and healthy. He ran smoothly, dodging trees and jumping over bushes, hoping that he could lose his pursuer by running along paths that he alone had walked, far into the woods. As fit as he was, Brian knew that he couldn’t keep this up for much longer, he needed to do something fast or he would be caught. Already he could sense the thing gaining on him, the steady punch of its feet clearly audible through the trees. Risking a glance behind him, Brian caught a quick glance of its gleaming green eyes before an obstructive frond obscured his view.
“What do you want from me?” He yelled futilely in a fit of desperation, fingers clutching at the pain in his side.
The thing didn’t answer, but continued its steady stride, the power of its prescence pushing Brain to go further than he had gone before. Brian ran to the side, and the chaser continued onwards, following the path it believed Brian had continued on. It stopped a second later, aware something was amiss, and a great clamor sounded from within the trees. The pursuer hovered for a second, and then fell abrupty into a carefully concealed hole in the ground. In a split second the prey had defeated the predator in a simple display of superior intelligence, defeating the superior power of the other.
“It was a close one this time” said Brian that night. ” I don’t suppose you figured out why he was chasing me?”
“No notes, no info, no nothing” said Sue, Brian’s most trusted friend. “I guess predator and prey will have to dance again”.
Inspired by a book I was recently reading, I decided to share a theory about the recent discovery by yours truely of the ninth dimension. You see, after some intense mathematical equations and theorizing on the origin of the fabric making up dark matter, I calculated the existance of a ninth dimension. It’s another parallel! which means that all the careful teachings and equation makings that have been passed down for generations are unfortunately INCORRECT.
1+1=3
lets start all over again.
Why are we afraid of a theoretical monster hiding under the bed? A primal instinct eons old is guiding us to fear what we cannot see in the darkness. This, unfortunately, means that even though there is no monster there, the mind conjures up demons to keep the survival instinct intact. When there is some sort of danger, one responds with “fight or flight”. That is, stand up to whatever is threatening you or get out of harm’s way as quickly as possible. This may mean that as the cord that holds the elevator you are standing in up, you would rather fight the rescue guy than jump out of the elevator, or you may decide to run away from a bull intent on goring you with his horns. If you do happen to be in a “fight or flight” situation with a bull on the other end, and you are not a fully trained matador, I implore you to employ the “flight” scenario, otherwise you may not be around to read another episode of my infinately intelligent highly geniuslike ramblings.
