Waldon here, and I'm, again, offering my most sincere of apologies for missing another update. >.<

Yeah, so I've got a hospital appointment tomorrow at 2 30, and another on Tuesday at 9 30. Its going to be a bad two days for classwork. :S

So, what are you all up to? Cause all I'm doing is listening to music. :P Thank god for music. Did you know that there are theories starting to circulate now after a dormancy of a long, long period of time (the time of Charles Darwin) that humans used music before they used language? That music is how we used to communicate and pass on information, akin to how a bee dances to show where resources are found. Music, as Darwin saw it (if I'm understanding correctly) was a way for humans to gauge our sexual attraction to each other. As closely liked things like music and dance tend to be, they tend to be central to each other and good health. In order to dance, you must be fit, in order to play music or sing you must be dextrous and skillful. All of which are desirable traits in a human being. Playing a guitar or keeping a beat on the most primitive of instruments, i.e. a drum, creates a bond, a connection.

But, that isn't to say that if you listen to a man sing or a male player making beautiful sounds, as a man, that you are attracted to him. It might just be our instincts bonding us together on a primitive level. If we used to use it to communicate between bands and tribes of humans, could that not have carried through our genes? A sort of selective audio trigger for survival? If the human who sung well was fitter and we see the singer showing camaraderie, doesn't that mean that we're more likely to survive?

We now see music as commonplace, but before we had anything to record music on the only places we could have heard a piece of music or song was from a live player. Most people couldn't afford that regularly. Church provided this, and we all bonded over our mutual affection of the sound of music and their belief in a superior being.

Doesn't this still serve the same purpose? When we listen to a song which we can relate to our own lives or scenarios we've lived, when we hear a song about a God that some revere, we tend to empathize and associate ourselves with the singer and band. It creates a connection with them. So our bodies may just be reacting to music as a positive force, symbolizing our connection to each other. We get positive feelings from a song reinforcing our own ideas and emotions which in turn makes us feel like we're part of a larger whole.

I believe I've talked about this very thing before. How many of the people who read this have ever been to a concert where the band goes out of it's way to speak to the audience? I'll use hard rock and heavy metal now because I'm most familiar with it, but I'm sure they're not the only genres with this feeling. When you're part of a great crowd and you're all singing along with the band screaming out their emblazoned ideas alongside them, which knowing metal and rock is generally about unfairness and breaking oppression, you feel like you understand and being in a crowd of that size brings out the base emotions. In other words, a Mob Mentality.

But this isn't a violent state contrary to popular belief, it's a passionate one. Like feeling part of a greater whole like in church or within a group of friends singing together around a stereo on a car trip. Take the song "Die for Metal" by Manowar as an example of this very thing. Listen to it before reading on if you want, you might understand what I'm trying to convey.

The point that I'm trying to make with this long diatribe is that music is a part of us. An essential part of human culture and survival. It allows us to connect with each other, it allows us to talk to each other and comfort each other. Music, dancing, singing, moving, this is life.

I'm afraid I'm not very good at this whole "Explaining Theorem" thing. :P

I mean, if I was, I'd start talking about how music translated over into literature... which doesn't even have a defined defi

Anyways. I worked on my math today! :D I got Part A of my math assignment finished, thanks to Bre. :) <3 Thank god too. I had no idea what I was doing wrong with most of it. >.< I spent most of the afternoon at her house with her, and I think I got more done there than I did all week on my own. :P

So, Back to school tomorrow morning. I suppose I'll try not to bore you all again sometime soon? :P Good night all!
-Waldon
 
Waldon here, and before I finish writing this I want to say that this will NOT be as long as my attempted posts. As Bre mentioned, my computer isn't posting the blogs for some reason. I've lost over 3000 written words that I spent hours in total jotting down for this page.

I'm sick of doing things without an discernible outcome (as many of you can relate to xD). So, I guess I'll spend a little bit talking about random stuff, then I'll be done. :P

I'm listening to a bunch of internet radio things right now, and I've been shifting from one program to the other trying to find one that actually amuses me long enough to make it worth keeping.

Whilst listening to one of the earlier ones I was trying out I heard a girl come on the air during that seemingly endless talk show segment between songs that I hate so much. Like, why is that segment THERE? Why can't we just get music all the time!? :P

She was complaining about how she thought that her boyfriend was going to hate her, or get sick of her, or start disliking her and all that jazz because of how she acts and what she does. To my horrified fascination, she managed to keep up that tirade for almost 10 minutes.

But she wasn't done. She then proceeded to talk about how she's unwilling to change... becauseshe's too proud.

Listen, I understand that people don't want to change. In fact, that's something that I always advise people to stay away from. Sure, change is good for people! But making yourself into a different person because somebody can't deal with you is disgusting.

BUT. If you're worried so much about what your boyfriend/girlfriend dislikes about you, because you don't want them to leave you/hate you/pester you...

Then change it.

Talk about it with them, figure out what bothers them precisely, work out a solution. Relationships are work, and you have to make sure you try hard to keep the most important person in your life. Do not complain about how you're afraid they're going to leave you if you're unwilling to do what it takes to KEEP them because of pride.

You decide the cutoff point.

Compromise is the lifeblood of all relationships, people. You have to learn what you're willing to give up or change for your loved ones. Thankfully, the people I love are all smart, thoughtful and reasonable. :)

Remember, acting inconsiderately (even unintentionally) or asking your loved one to choose between you and something/somebody else to see if he/she wants you... really just means that your other doesn't NEED you.

Just... stay smart guys. Be considerate, draw your own personal boundaries but be willing to bend them. Sometimes, things are much more, or less, important than you think they are.

To me, pride is something I'd be willing to give up in a heartbeat for my friends or my family, as well as what and who I love.

    With an almost discernible amount computer related             frustration, and many a magical manly and now                 mellifluous curb stomp to all those who defy me,
                                                                             
                                            -Waldon :D

 
As many of you know I do, I keep track of very odd things involved in conversations. But out of those odd things, I’ve lately started finding things pertaining to what annoys or bothers people. And I’ve started to see a rather small correlation between all of the various views and opinions I’ve mentally sifted through.

Now- I’ve done this all in my head mind you, So It’s not really ‘official’.

For most people what annoys or bothers them isn’t something that people will say in some sort of romanticized Bollywood movie, or in some great dramatic soliloquy from Shakespeare or in an essay in the writings of Yeats. It’s not the great follies found in the hearts of all men, or the horrible meanderings of the human mind’s more gruesome aspects… It’s something that we all know, and most definitely understand, in our everyday lives.

It’s the little things.

“Like what?” you may ask. Why, it might be something like how I’ve written this piece of ‘study’, or how I use air quotes without actual quotes. Maybe even how I switch back and forth between using apostrophes and quotation marks.

But there are many annoying things that I’ve found most people can find common ground; things like wasting resources or money. Things like taking gifts or possessions for granted. Most importantly, when somebody is disrespectful.

Let’s just stop and think about “Disrespectful” for a moment, shall we?

I’m sure we’ve all been in a restaurant or supermarket somewhere while some bawling infantile child (who really should know better for his/her age!) complains about not getting what he or she wanted. Of course, being what the kid knows always works, the child starts crying very obnoxiously when his or her very embarrassed parent’s say very weak-willed things. Like, “Please be quiet… you’re making a scene… okay, if you’ll stop crying, we’ll get you that double-decker chocolate cake and Wendy’s for supper…”

We can all agree. Both the parents and the child were both equally aggravating in that situation. And my rather noncommittal example is null. We’ve all seen it. I don’t really need a good example.

Another, hmmm… How about when you’re trying to say goodbye like you mean it and the most you get from your [insert loved one's title here] is a quick peck? Man, my grandma gives me a peck on the cheek when I bring her the turkey from the freezer downstairs. If I just wanted some token affection I’d tell Nan that I did good on a math test. Actually show it! Kiss that [other] like you mean it! Believe me, it means a lot more to them than you’d think. Guys in particular, an addendum. So take note. Using the girls name is the equivalent of this. Calling her “Babe” ten thousand times daily is not a good substitute for showing that you care.

Then there’s another form of disrespect that always puts me, and most others, up the wall. Littering. Oh, many people out there just say “I’m the only one that does it, it’s not a big deal.” Or exactly the opposite, “Everybody does it. It can’t be that bad.” Am I the only one that wants to force feed these litterers their own Starbucks coffee cup and foil chip bag? “But Waldon! How is that disrespect?” I hear many asking in the silence of their minds. That’s disrespect in one of its most blatant forms. In fact, it’s so disrespectful that many people don’t even realize it because it’s so obvious.

Who lives on this planet? I ask you. That’s right! We do! Who else lives on this planet? I ask you (With a slight emphasis on ‘else’). Why yes, the animals, plants and things we need to survive and not die a horrible death. That’s quite a good answer there. I’m surprised you hadn’t thought of it before.

I’ll put it rather bluntly. If people don’t stop littering, then soon we’ll have to stop eating.

And on a side note. I personally really like eating. In fact, I do it multiple times a day- every day, if I’m going to be honest. Maybe that’s a bad habit. The litterers seem to think so. Breathing too, really. What with those pesky trees giving us all that oxygen. Who needs it?

But the worst kind of disrespect in my own and most others opinion, even beyond the littering and the abhorrent screaming children in public places, is the belittlement you get from a friend.

There is nothing worse than somebody telling you that they’re going to be somewhere… and they take another hour than they told you because they made a detour. Seriously, just say so when you do it, it’s not like we’re going to get angry with you for doing something on the way. Or how about when somebody starts taking for granted that you’re always there, and they forget that you want recognition for what you do, no matter how many times you’ve done it? There’s nothing worse than belittling your loved ones. How else can I show this…?

Ah, yes. Msn! Texting! Somebody is talking to you on your phone or on Msn and they say "Hello!" So you’re excited! Gleeful! So you respond right away! And you wait for their response.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Then after the good portion of time they take to do whatever it is they do, they come back and say “Hey! What’s up?” As if no time passed whatsoever. Let me tell you, for myself at least, that makes me feel like I’m some sort of dirt. What, you couldn’t take an extra ten seconds to type that you were going to eat or watch TV? You couldn’t pull off the road for a few moments and call to say you’re going to take a little bit longer?

You feel that a hundred times more, especially when that person is important to you.

It’s not much, people. It’s only the little things that make a difference. Hold on to your trash for another twenty odd seconds, there’s more than enough garbage cans around to keep the hassle to a minimum. Try and stand up for your parenthood (To all applicable)! Without that, your child is about as wanted in public as an embarrassing crotch stain. And most importantly... don’t take your friends, your family for granted, especially if they’re always there. That just means that they’re always hoping for at least some sort of respect back.

Remember people. It may not seem like much, but that little bit of respect goes a long way.

 
Waldon here, and I'd like to offer my sincerest apologies, I forgot the blog last night, and there was no good reason why. I'm so, so sorry.

First things first, the title. The epic title above was performed by Manowar, it's a song called "Heart of Steel". Their music is absolutely astounding, very inspiring. All about strength of character and your own convictions. What good is a belief if you're unwilling to stand up for it? If you're not convinced that what you believe in is right, why do it? They preach companionship and bonds between people. I've never met such a close knit group of people as metalheads. Sure, they all have tastes and likes, but I've noticed that where most raves and dance halls play techno and hiphop, that it lets people get lost in anonymity in the crowds and lights. But at rock performances, metal halls, thrash and mosh pits, the crowds love each other. Mostly.

In a mosh pit, it seems like it's mindless violence, but as soon as the thrash is over, the wall of death is broken on itself, the very people that knocked you over and broke your nose will be the people to help you up, give you a towel and hold you up to rock out some more to the sound.

If that isn't camaraderie, I don't know what is. :P

On the topic of music, today I listened to "Personal Jesus" as done by Johnny Cash. Great song, in all of its incarnations. But it got me thinking about what people think of God. So many people are too eager to say outright that God is fake. There is no God. There's too much suffering for God to exist if he really loved us.

Why can't you see God? To me, God isn't some all powerful figure, but an idea.

In my own eyes there's proof of God all around us. God is in everything. God is the sun shining bright every morning, God is the dew that falls off the cool willow leaves after dawn, God is the bright flowers that open in the noon luminescence, God is the cool shade beneath the trees in the sweltering afternoon, God is the sound of frogsong at dusk, and God is even the lazy sounds of a summer evening after a long day.

"How is that? Where is God, exactly? Everything is made of atom's deep down. We'd know if he was there, we've seen it all. You're wrong."

But to me, that isn't God. God is our faith. God is our belief in a higher entity than ourselves. We all, if I may use this without undue complications, have our own personal Jesus. Maybe you don't believe in Christianity, but you're a follower of Buddhism, or you're a Taoist or Voudoun, even Unitarian or Sikh. Heck, even if you don't believe in any particular entity at all, but in the souls of mankind or in reincarnation, you have your own God.

Now, let me clarify something. I am not per se, a Christian of faith. I'm of no particular religious affiliation. I just believe in what makes sense to me. My God, is everything.

God doesn't have to be some all powerful, omniscient being, despite how the term is classified.

God is faith. God is us. We give the term power by believing in it. So many of us want some guidance in life that we go to various religions looking for direction. This belief in something, anything, is all we want.

What is God? God is what we believe in, what our faith defines. Scientology completely abuses any religious interference in our lives at all, stating that it's ignorant or unimportant to the world as a whole, that we could do away with religion and the problems it causes by adhering to science instead. What does that leave us to believe in? Humanity as a whole needs something to believe in, to live for. Anybody who believes in a God, any God or Gods at all... These people would be completely redundant for a Scientologist to preach to. Why? Because they have conviction. They have faith in their belief. If you believe something you're not going to change your mind because somebody else says that it's stupid. That isn't faith. And God, my friends, is faith.

Your own personal Jesus can be anything. It's something you have faith in. Whether that be a friend on the other side of the phone line, or a symbol in a sacred church that you pray to when your troubles are weighing you down. It's what listens to you, and you know it listens to you completely and understands you.

I know, I still haven't answered the question of why there's suffering in the world if there is God, but I'll do that now.

Because if God solved our problems for us, where would we be as Humanity? Would we have evolved to the point we have today if we didn't have to try to better ourselves? I know what it's like to experience loss, but I can't bring myself to resent God for that loss. I believe that God is everything. God is an idea of perfection that is in everything that we need to try to reach. Something similar to Heaven or Nirvana, if I may say so.

We develop as a species by depending on one another. If we stopped and appreciated what's around us more often, looked and saw God, if I may say so, maybe we wouldn't be so quick to jeer or attack beliefs and individuals.

Now, back to Manowar, they preach about standing strong with your ideals. That is what anybody who believes in something should do. They should stand strong with their ideals in the face of public ridicule, but... Don't be ignorant.

So many people assume that it's okay to make fun or humiliate other groups for what they believe in when it differs from what they believe. I'm not saying that. I'm saying that we should all be respectful of the beliefs in the world. We're all looking for guidance. I've found my inner peace and I hope you all can too. Please people, think about what I've said here. Everybody has their own Personal Jesus, their own Buddha or Ganeesh, or any other God or personal figure they rely on when they're feeling vulnerable or sad, faith is the cornerstone of existence.

So let the world believe what they want to believe, and appreciate the world around us while we have it. The end of our lives could be in 90 years, or a few hours, let your own inner peace find you without fear before you go. God is real my friends, and although you may not believe in God the all mighty, God is everywhere, and hopefully you all appreciate that. Let peace follow your footsteps in life, and let your fellow man and woman appreciate your own God and existence with you.

Come see me sometime, I'll try to show you how I See.

Good night all, hopefully I've given you something to think about. :)
-Waldon
 
Waldon here and I'm posting again tonight to atone for my hardly-blogged-at-all-yesterday sins. :P Today has been distinctly uneventful. I drove to Bre's this morning to pick her up. Drove to school. Went to class. Fun. xD

First period today I had Math class where I was working on some review questions that our teacher gave us the last day. I have a double math class, so I ended up missing the first of the two periods because I had it yesterday afternoon. I finished a good portion of the review before the end of the class.

Second period was really fun. It was art class. I absolutely love art class. I'm working at my mixed media art project on computer, so I can't work on it in class, but that gives me more time to work on my own stuff in class. Most of my stuff is crap, but I enjoy it anyway. :P So since we weren't really doing much, Ms Edmunds turned on the new Star Trek movie and we watched that for most of the period. It is an amazing movie.

Next was recess. I don't like recess much. It's not long enough to really relax, but just long enough to make me not want to go to class. It's an unfortunate occurrence. :P

After recess was World History. We watched a documentary on the life of Gandhi. He was absolutely astounding man. Inspiring, even today. Fighting is what he believed in, but he would never raise his fist to hurt his fellow man. He fought oppression without ever resorting to violence, and he won. It takes a truly remarkable person to emancipate an entire country from British rule without violence. He believed in peace and justice where it's due, and he achieved it. He swept across Africa and India with change in his wake. A true spiritual messiah of his time.

Then it was lunch time, Bre and I went to the math help centre and hung out with Sandra and Robyn. I think we'll all be hanging out this weekend! :D I can't wait. :)

After that I had music class. It was the second day of presentations where we had to perform a musical piece in the theatre adjacent to our school. Yesterday I performed my work on harmonica. I played the Star Wars Imperial March. Yeah, I'm a nerd. And I love it. It was fun, I love performing things. Music is one of the beautiful things in life, I think spreading beauty is what people were meant to do. It doesn't have to be some long lasting work of art. Beauty can be singing with your friends when you're in high spirits, it could be painting when you're feeling sad, or walking down a nearly unused trail and leaving something behind that will show the world you were there for the better. It could be drawing, writing, singing, dancing, knitting, sewing, even just helping somebody relax or carrying their groceries. Beauty is everywhere and in everyone, regardless of if you think you have it or not. Just being alive makes you beautiful.

Last period today, I had english class. I spent all class doing a sketch because we had a reading class for a book I had already read. "The Catcher in the Rye". I'm really not a fan of the book, it's all complaining. That sounds very hypocritical coming from me on here, but I'm not that bad in reality. I use the blog to vent, and hopefully people don't see me as how I portray myself with my rantings on here.

After school, we had a rehearsal for my troupe that we never actually got a chance to finish. We were kicked out at around 4 40. Bre had already gotten a ride home, so I went home alone today.

Then I had supper, and started on that sketch again. It's a pretty good sketch if I do say so myself. :P I didn't use any references for it, so it's probably pretty skewed, but I think it's nice. I'm going to show Bre tomorrow, because she never got a chance to see it today. :P

Now, I think I'm going to go to bed. Although, here's a throwout for you nerds out there...

KHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!

Good night!
-Waldon
 
Waldon here, Bre is tired so I'm filling in. The title tonight comes from what I was doing earlier today. I was scanning through some contemporary philosophic texts (which I'm sure many of you noticed I have a love for) and I instead noticed that many of them revolve around the same basic principle: There is always a government that has to be shown it's place because the only thing that is good for you is your fellow repressed peoples... because the government is obviously out to get you and repress you. Does anybody realize that without the government we have now we'd have no health care, no policing or military force or even roads and transportation?

I personally believe that everything ultimately is trying to do good, with exceptions are a few blighted spots on the whole, which people follow because they're afraid. It's widely "known" that the world is becoming a horrible place filled with suffering. Guess what? North America is going through one of the lowest rates of fatal crime ever recorded. There is a high number of small crimes, but serious crimes are decreasing. Evil is almost nonexistent, but compliance is inbred into our species. This misconception that people are bad is leading us all to do what we're told is easier. We do wrong, because right is easily forgotten when it's harder to follow the right way. It's easier to just ignore suffering, or break the law, or do unsafe things when everybody else does those same things too. But when somebody takes a stand, others stop. They see. They help people too, because other people are doing it. This includes the government. There are many more government officials who are just like the rest of us, than there are officials that are trying to make life difficult for everybody because of some vague sadistic ideal. The government is seen as some enigmatic dogma that is overseeing everybody with an iron fist.

The government is trying to help us. It's not out for it's own gain. The government prospers when the country prospers. Just try and remember, all you wannabe idealist philosophers, that the government is made of people too. It's not just a bunch of all-powerful corrupt politicians that control everything. It's thousands of hardworking men and women who just want to do their jobs.

So, now. Onto my day!

This afternoon, Bre, Britt and I went out in truck to go to Tim's. Sadly, Tim's was blocked. So we instead went for a drive around town. I took them up to the store uptown, and we chilled out in there for a while while they talked to their step-mom. I think she's their step-mom? I'm sorry! I don't remember! Please don't be too angry. O.o They bought some chocolate, and off we went.

We then went down to Bre's house in downtown and picked up some stuff, and then I took Bre to the bank so she could put a check in. Then we went to Pizza delight and got some dessert. :)

I took everybody home, and we all had supper. Or maybe not. Maybe it was just me. Yeah, I think I was the only one who actually had supper. :S Anyways... afterwords, Bre came over and we hung out all night. We talked and she cheered me up. I was feeling pretty down since suppertime. She's the greatest. :) I don't tell her how much I like her often enough. ;) :P

Then Bre and I drove over to pick up her sister, and I dropped them both home. I've been texting Bre since she and I got back to our respective homes, and reading about the Stanford Prison Experiment. Interesting read, seriously good.

Now, I figure I've got nothing left to talk about, so...
Good night all!
-Waldon
 
Waldon here, and tonight's title is the song I'm currently listening to. It may not be inventive or witty, but I like the song... So there. :P

I had a normal day in school, I suppose. I didn't do anything exciting at least. Well, I worked canteen with Bre again, but I do that every Tuesday, so there's really nothing new about that. It was fun though.

After school, Bre came over for a little bit since she didn't have to tutor. It was a fun afternoon. We talked and listened to music. A lot of people wonder how we can just sit and talk without doing anything else. It's one of my most favorite things to do! I love just sitting down with people, Bre especially, and telling stories or listening. I love to listen to things. Although I have trouble telling words apart sometimes. :S There's nothing more relaxing than being somewhere far away from town and just listening. You can hear birds and bugs, maybe dogs or the occasional rodent scampering on. Living life. Doing small-woodland-animal type things. :P Wind in leaves, especially. That's such a relaxing sound.

I just got back from Dance class an hour ago or so. After lifting the girls, we found out that I'm the only one who can lift one girl above my head easily. People asked how, and I said I liked working out. Again, that spawned another question;

Why do you like working out?

I'll answer that here, I suppose. But I'll start off with a statement. There are many, many different reasons that people work out. It's the same reason that people are putting themselves in contests or competitions for some, or it might be the thrill of doing it, heck, some people might even just be doing it for laughs. Others still do it for their health.

I do it for another reason completely. I do it because I was told as a child that as a Type 1 Diabetic diagnosed so young my life is likely going to be very unstable, physically. My body should be weak and frail. I have so many hormone deficiencies and genetic abrasions that it's ridiculous to think about. So I work out and make myself stronger...

Because I need to be stronger. I need to prove to myself, at the very least, that I'm not totally worthless. There's a rush that comes with exercise. A type of hormone called Endorphins are released with working out and they make your body feel very good, alive, fresh... strong. Like you could conquer the world. It's actually addictive, and without it people go through workout withdrawal. I work out to show myself that I can do things. I can achieve something if I try.

When I think back to being younger- not being able to run to the end of my street without collapsing, not even able to climb a tree without hurting my arms, or do a dozen sit ups because everybody was afraid I would break if I was put through too much stress because of my diabetes and assorted other diseases... I get more determined not to let myself fall back to that level. I work out with heavy weights and with extreme pressure to make myself develop physically to a level that nobody will ever be able to compete with, unless you're like myself.

In which case, you know exactly what I'm talking about right now, don't you? I can't explain it any more. It's all mental. You'd need to feel what I feel, or what people that think like me feel, to understand.

Anyway, I don't think I can expand any more on it. I'm not a bodybuilder. I'm not built like Arnold Schwarzenegger, or the Rock. But I'm strong enough. Stronger than most, if what I see around this town holds true.

So, I'm done for the night. Good night everybody. :)
-Waldon
 
Waldon here, and I'm really too tired to make much sense tonight. Or write a long blog for that matter. But I'll try, I promise.

Over the past 2 days I've been reading the Siddartha. It's the story of the Buddha (sort of). I've never been so relaxed by a book before, nor have I ever been able to so easily understand the reasoning behind what the character is wondering.

Seriously though. I'm really tired. I'm not going to be able to post too much more before I fall asleep. >.< I woke up about 4 hours early this morning after my insulin pump came disconnected and pulled off my body. Normally, that's unpleasant all on it's own. But today it pulled out just far enough while I was sleeping for the tube to come out and start jabbing me. It's a horrible feeling to have a lifeline come out. Contrary to logic, after having my tube loosened and free, my blood sugar level was low. O.o So I had something to eat ( I can't even remember what) and went back to bed.

Not that it did much good. I ended up just dozing for about 4 hours. >.<

So, Then I sat around all morning because Bre didn't want to hang out. I picked her up, we then went to school and did all that good stuff. Except for lunch. That was kind of crappy. Bre was working canteen and I didn't know. So I spent about 15 minutes looking for her because nobody bothered telling me, then spent the rest of lunch tooling around trying to find somebody to hang out with.

I'm really tired. Like... REALLY TIRED. So, good night all!
-Waldon
 
Waldon here, tonight's title is from "What it's Like" by Everlast. I love the sound of acoustic guitar, so his sound is almost exactly what I love in music. It's all got a meaning. He talks about greed, about the state of youth and the economy, about understanding your fellow man or woman. Sure, he's got silly songs that don't mean much, but who wouldn't be human if he didn't have some fun. I think that's something people need to understand, you know?

You don't need to be thinking all the time. Let yourself go, have a good go at it all. :P

I don't like thinking. It just makes me more confused. That's why I like just doing things. Don't matter what.

Anyway, today has been a good day, I think. School, of course. But that's nothing new. I spent a lot of today trying to stop myself from feeling jealous. The girl I like told a guy a while back that she'd walk in with him, now she's still walking in with him even though they broke up. I don't like feeling jealous. It makes me dislike myself, a LOT. I feel like I'm acting like a spoiled kid. Somebody come slap me a few times, would you? I'll be "darned" if I'm going to be the obe

After school today my theatre troupe had practice. We're practicing scene by scene, so only three of us were needed today, but one of my troupe members got called by her dad, and she HAD to bring him to the airport. We ended up cutting the practice short, it sucked. I mean, why couldn't he get a cab or something?

After school, I sat down in this chair, and started writing. I didn't finish writing until around 9 or so, I think it was. The essay doesn't even have a reason behind it. I did it because I had some spontaneity left in me from practice. :P It's about the colors green and blue, I think it sounds okay, at least.

Anyway, sorry for the short blog- but I'm done. I'm sounding pretty bland tonight because I'm fairly exhausted. I'll make it up to you all sometime else. Especially for that bit up there that sounds really emo, but I'm too lazy to go back and change. xD Good night all!
-Waldon
 
Waldon here. Has anybody else here (out of the like, 10 of you) that loves rhythm and flow like I do? Yeah, coming from me rhythm sounds odd as a definitive characteristic. I'm pretty random and stuff. I pretty much exist in a transitory state. No one shade for me, I go from the deepest black to the brightest and most luminescent of white. But! I'm random all the time. I've always got something new. In that regard, I'm fairly predictable. I'm the guy that always has a story to tell or a big foolish grin on his face. Bre is always the smart girl who really needs for people to give her a break for once. But, it all changes! Things are always moving and becoming different. There's no one state for the world. It's a world defined by it's very anarchistic nature! The one factor that's always the same is the fact that the world is always changing. Isn't that an idea to ponder over? :P

Well, anyway, along with the blog before I lose the interest of all of you.

Today I had art first period. I love art class. It's pretty relaxed. I got to sit down and do nothing all class and get some needed rest. I've been sleeping like crap for the past while. After art I had Skilled Trades. Same as every day in that class. Also nothing. So, after Skilled trades was Recess and then History. History is one of my favorite classes. My teacher has been doing the course for so long that he hasn't had to look an answer once this year. He knows everything about the course that he can. He loves it. So, because he loves it so much, we all learn nearly everything we need to know in about half the time of everybody else. We spent that class relaxing and reviewing for our exam next week. After History was Music. Music class we spent figuring out what our instruments for our independent assignment will be after Exams. Mine will be a song played solely on the harmonica. I love the sound of the harmonica. It can sound happy or melancholic. It's simple, yet has harmonics so complex it's almost breathtaking. After Music was English. I'm afraid I didn't spend all of English in class, I was taken out of class by my director. My Director in theatre is one of the most incredible men I've ever met. He's done so much, he's always got something to say or a story to tell. He's willing to talk to anybody that's willing to talk to him. He's an amazing character. Myself and another actor in my class left with my director and all the troupe gathered in his classroom and read out our script for the next festival for the first time. We had to go back to class though, and we finished reading it after school.

Thank you for waiting for me after school Bre. That girl decided to wait after school for a ride home with me after my Theatre reading, even though she had a chance to ride home with Ryan. Ryan is a great guy, she probably missed quite the ride. :P And she had to put up with a few sketchy characters in that lobby, all the more to give her props for.

Anyway, I'm pretty much done for the night now. So, Good night everybody!
-Waldon