So, over the past few days I've been in a very introspective frame of mind. My thoughts are always incoherent and potentially unstable at the best of times, but lately I've been deep into the thought of religion. I've read and reread the new testament, part of the Koran and even the Tao Te Ching (Daodejing) from the Taoist belief. Sadly, the latter text was translated and I'm afraid most it was lost in translation. I found myself relating to points in all three texts. Kindness towards the fellow man, humility and compassion. Offering ourselves to the world, the greater, to see what we can within this short life.

From what I've studied (I can just tell that this blog will probably be controversial) our relationship with nature, as mankind as a whole, has deteriorated to an almost token amount. We've stopped looking around and actually SEEING things. People never stop to look at what is around them anymore. I never see anybody drive slowly because they can. They want to drive fast and hard. Going to the very extent of the speed limit because they can. Get to where they're going as quickly as possible. When has slowing down life and learning to relax without a time frame become so unfashionable? When has "Fun" meant danger and risk? Is it love to let the people we love do that?

We all think of ourselves as important. It's inevitable. We see from behind our own eyes, not another person's.  Our life is a first person view of our own series of emotional paintings. The colors are decided by our feelings and the brush and stroke found with our minds and souls.

There are religions from all over the world preaching about what way is the true way. What way will lead us to the right end. There is nothing that teaches itself to us because of what is right NOW. Heaven. Onefulness with nature. Nirvana. There will always be a reason to act good for a reward. But there is no reason to act good because of the deed itself. To practice Altruism as an art, instead of an institution.

Life is like an art as fine as music. Music lets us show ideas, fancies, or even just our whims. It can carry on for generations. Something we wrote and performed for our own benefit can benefit the world for generations to come. Why says there cannot be some compromise between humility and reward? Altruism and self benefit? I guess there are no absolutes in life.

But I think we can find what we need to understand around us. Deux ex machina. "God in the machine". What is to say that there isn't something guiding us? Punishing us? Blessing us? What is to say there IS something doing this? I have found nothing to prove or disprove it. I hope that someday, somebody will be able to tell me what to believe. What I should follow. Even if it just them. Just one person. I would prefer that. Maybe as the Taoists believe, everything has a soul.

Now, sorry for that rant. But I believe I'll leave this alone for now. This is enough for people to think about anyways, I hope. Maybe I got somebody thinking.

Now, off I go to contemplate the world, offer a prayer to whatever is up there or around me and try to feel the rhythm of things, yeah? I'm sure if I get it wrong, some God will forgive me.

-Waldon

I'll have to make this short and sweet.

I forgot about the blog. I don't know what Bre was doing tonight after we were hanging out, but that poor girl is worked to the bone with all of her studies and schoolwork. Tutoring on top of that. I wouldn't be able to come close to the amount of effort that woman has for her schooling.

It's getting very late, and I still need to finish my English assignment for tomorrow. I hope I can get it finished. I need to translate a scene from old English into modern prose.

So, without further delay. Good night world, and hopefully you'll sleep better than I have over the past few months. Nightmares are horrible things. Sweet dreams to the filthy masses, yeah?

I thought it was midnight. Silly Waldon. Clocks are used to tell time.

So I've had a busy couple of days, I've participated in my second dance class of this school year, had my first mental destruction from math and accidentally scared the crap out of a little girl while walking around.

Yeah, I'm a dancer, what of it?

I don't understand so many people when they say that dancing is gay. Why would it be gay? Let me ask you something: What do you other guys do on your Tuesday nights? Video games? Walking the dog? Homework? Hanging out with friends? I got you ALL beat. I go to the dance class, and lift girls in tight clothing and let them climb over me. Suckers.

Our math class had a test today, and I'm sure I bombed it. I cant have gotten above 65, its impossible. Math is a subject I can't get behind. I mean, in reality, when you throw a ball you don't NEED to figure out where the ball is going to land, you can just watch and SEE where it lands. It's a simple concept. I also don't understand why we need to make everything so COMPLICATED! We had to make a "Quadratic equation" to find how long the sides would be with 2 equal sided squares if you had 60 cm of rope. Why not just cut the rope in half, and then divide those two halves into 4? It makes SO MUCH SENSE. Can't be practical.

So about scaring that little girl. I was walking down the street a couple nights ago, and I stepped into the streetlight in front of a house. There was a little girl playing in the front yard, doing her thing, she looks up, sees me, and SCREAMS! It was so loud! Why? Am I that terrifying? It baffles me. She was inside in 5 seconds flat. It was a confusing night, and I can, sadly, recount several times where similar events have occurred. Oh well, I guess I'm a monster.

Well, I guess that about covers the interesting quotient of my night.

-WALDON. IN CAPITALS BECAUSE I CAN.

Hello denizens of the internet. I am Waldon. I bear greetings from the world beyond the screen!

No, really though. This is my first time typing a blog for this website and I admit, it's a little intimidating. I'm not used to typing to people. It feels like I'm supposed to be writing a narrative for English class. Not discussing life and politics and whatnot. xD There is a disturbance in The Force.

So . . . Onto my existence!

Today was a busy day for me, oddly. I started off my day regularly. Waking up, going to school, that sort of thing. But at lunch time today, I was working the canteen with Bre, and our "boss" tells me, out of nowhere, that today will be pizza day.
I hate pizza day.
Its filled with screaming smelly kids with overpowering hormones trying to get their grubby little hands on as much food as possible. I had thought I had escaped that horrid day when Bre and I started this year. We worked it last year, every week. So we thought we were done with it. Wrong. We STILL had to do it.

On the bright side, I did NOT have math homework tonight, and that is a monumental occasion for me. As you may have gathered- Math hurts me. Like garlic to vampires, silver to werewolves, fire to witches and facial expressions to Clint Eastwood, math hurts me.

I also drew a funny little person today. I call him Stachee (Stache-ay) for now. : D Needless to say, Stachee immediately grew an enormous fanbase and I was asked to scan a picture of him on my computer. So I tried, and as it always has, my scanner took the picture and mutilated it with its horrible rendering.

I also had Dance class tonight, that was fun. I love dance, actually. Although we only had 4 guys in the group of about 14? It was pretty rough for a while until we figured to divide the girls among the guys for the evening. Which led to my next revelation . . .

I am out of shape.

Not a single one of those girls could possibly have weighed more than 130 pounds, at max. I could not lift a single one of them above my head! I'm so ashamed of myself right now. I will soon be engaging myself in exercise to rectify the situation.

That will be all! Return to your stations! Ha. I'm a silly person.

So. This won’t work for me. Maybe I’ve just reached the word limit? Read the post below this one FIRST, please and thank you. :)

Source of error number 2: I've reached the word limit. Source of error here? There's a word limit.

Oh, Junior drew me a picture today. I love it because it makes me smile just looking at it. As you can see, it’s of him being beaten by the number one. He’s told me about this dream of his in which someone in our Math class beats him with the number one. Yeah, he doesn’t like Math that much. I, on the other hand, LOVE Math. I’m a nerd like that. Honestly, my calculator is one of my best friends. (^^) Junior is really good at English, while I, sadly, am not.


Final thing of the night! I love French class. There’s a possibility that my French teacher, Ms. Shortt (well, Asivak, because she got married), will be bringing in something for us last period tomorrow! It’ll be for Friday afternoon/Thanksgiving. I’m so excited. Starting off a long weekend with a fun class is amazing. Oh, today, this is how French class started:

                   Ms. Shortt: Sorry Ryan. I don’t have your French test here.
                   Ryan: Mmmkay. I don’t have my book here.

What an honest bunch. I love French class because there’s only six of us! Ms. Shortt is another one of my amazing teachers this year.


Well. That’s it for now I suppose. Hopefully something will happen this weekend to write about.


- Bre :)

"Basically, karma's gonna get 'em. Rawr."

That is what my sister, Britt, and I concluded while going through her copy of Oedipus the King earlier on this evening. For anyone who's read it, you really should understand that quote.  For those who haven't, here's a bit of an explanation: 

It is foretold that a king's son will kill him and marry his mother (the queen), so the king gets rid of him. Shepherds find the baby and bring him to a neighbouring kingdom, where he is raised by the king and queen of THAT realm. When the baby, Oedipus, is older, he hears the prophecy and runs away. On the road, he kills his real father because he's in the way (literally). Upon reaching the town of his birth, he answers a riddle and saves the town and marries the queen (his mother. Ew. But he doesn't know that). Later on, the town goes through a rough patch, and it is said that the person who killed the king was responsible for the rough patch. It's Oedipus' fault! But he doesn't know it. So, along comes a blind soothesayer guy and tells him, quite basically, that karma's gonna get 'em. Rawr. He's a nasty old man. Very blunt.

So, today was the first delayed opening of the year. Instead of going in and starting school at 9, we started at 10 (and finished at our normal time). I woke up around 6 ish (I'm ready to pass out right now - almost 16 hours later) and was ready and rearing to go, so I got up and went. I actually ate breakfast with the rest of the household! It was great, minus all of their peanut butter. Ew. I walked up to Junior's at 8, and he met me along the way at around quarter to nine. We hung out at his house for a bit, then walked to school. It. Was. Great.

The town is so pretty early in the morning. You can really tell that autumn is setting in. All of the trees' leaves are turning red and orange and yellow. I took a bunch of pictures! Some of the sights you see around here are simply breathtaking.

Well. That's it.

- Bre. :)