Wonderland

Today I made the best purchase in my life thus far. I bought an iPad Mini. I had to wait two days after Christmas to buy it because every store was out of stock, but it was well worth the wait. It is so amazing! Using it is like stepping into a new world full grace and beauty. Every swipe and tap on the screen is designed for productivity, for excitement. I love that there are multiple methods of navigation. For example, I can view/select running apps by double tapping home or by swiping up with four fingers.

One of my major appeals to Apple is the design of their hardware. They make such great looking devices that are very simple and elegant. The body is made of one piece of aluminum and one piece of glass that fit seamlessly together. It makes for a very robust device. Even the packaging is awesome. Though, it may seem kind of ridiculous to some people, it is just a fact of life; packaging can be awesome.

I need to stop typing now... Many more features to mess with!

22nd

I look out my war torn living room window. I see an icicle hanging from the rear bumper of a car. I watch a water drop run down the side of the upside down cone. It reaches the tip and stops. I watch it stretch toward the snow until it falls. It hits the snow, carving a tiny dip. I look toward the sky, my eyes latching onto a snow flake. I watch it fall. It slowly drifts through the air. A gust of wind carries it toward the house across the street. The flake finally comes to rest upon the carrot nose of a snowman. Apparently, the world can not handle this. It sends one of its demons to the snowman to topple it. A little girl kicks her laughing brother, not allowing the boy to let his poisonous breath into the air. A woman comes out of the house, and takes the girl by her left arm.
The boy rolls onto his hands and knees and then gets up. He watches as his sister is pulled into the house. The world allows this boy to escape punishment from his parents. I watch as another snowflake comes to rest on the broken carrot lying beside a piece of coal. The boy looks at the new pile of snow, hangs his head. The boy scoops some of the pile into his arms, slouches on the ground.
This is one of the calmer days since the war started. I honestly thought it wouldn’t happen; even made fun of those who did. But, here we are. Korean soldiers with submachine guns running down the streets. Automatic gunfire echoing in the distance. Battles running all day every day around the world. A little boy yelling for his cat, “Marko”, there is no reply in the distance. A boy and girl in scorched clothing stumbling along broken sidewalks, pecking for food like wandering chickens. It isn’t quite how people imagined. They thought the whole world would end, humanity being wiped clean from the face of the earth. But it wasn’t like that: this is much worse. A mother collapsed in the road hunches over the child in her arms, wailing, pleading that they take her instead. Today is better though. Despite a crumbling society, people still find some happiness.
I wake up and laugh. I realize that it was all a dream. Today is December twenty second, two thousand and twelve. The world is a wonderful place.

The Last Day

Today felt quite surreal. It was for a different reason than a lot of people might expect. Today was the last day I will attend Sandpoint High School, and one of the last days I will be in Sandpoint. I am moving. It was weird going through school today because it seemed like a normal day. The only difference was that I was spending my last moments there, seeing my friends for [most likely] the last time. The fact that it was a normal day was the weird part. There wasn't a whole lot of drama because I was leaving. That is not to say I wasn't sad, it's just that it wasn't a huge deal. It wasn't the "end of the world". Hehe. But then it did become sad. After school I stayed around for a bit. I all of the sudden started thinking about how this is the last time I will be in these halls, in these rooms. I will be leaving everything I love about this school. One of the highest things on that list is the "back room" of the nerdiest classrooms in the whole school, and the people in it. I might even go so far as to say it is the nerdiest room of Sandpoint. But the point is I will be leaving it. I will be leaving the beloved wireless keyboard that lights up with orange lights when you interact with it. I will miss Buddy, the much loved computer which is the hub of the tech room. Buddy was, well, my buddy. Even though it was really Mr. Gray's computer. I used it to take my knowledge of the command line to a whole new "directory". I downloaded multiple versions of Windows from Buddy (legally). My friends and I even hosted a Halo LAN battle from Buddy. That part was technically not covered by the school budget. The back room was where most of my knowledge of computers spawned. While many lectures were done outside that door, the real hands on experience was in the back room. Though, we did have a ton of conversations dealing with the technology world. We learned so many things that were not even in the lesson plan. In fact, often we would talk about things for so long we would have to postpone the planned lesson until the next class period! Those were probably some of the most important lessons; they were relevant to what we were experiencing right then. But, the class was not all work, it was also fun. I would venture to say it was more fun than work! We had so many hilarious moments in that room. What with Matt and Nate derping around all of the time; and all of the "facepalm" moments we shared. Nerd central is not the only part of school I am sad to leave. The school is great in general. We have a pretty good internet filter, it doesn't even block Google! [Almost] All of our teachers are reasonable. And the lunches aren't too shabby. I will of course miss my friends most of all. Mr. Gray is a great teacher and friend of mine as well! He has helped me so much and has immersed me in the world of technology much more than I would be otherwise. Thank your Mr. Gray!

The "last day" wasn't too bad after all. School went pretty well, and there weren't any major disasters. Pheww, what a great day to be a Bulldog!

A Good Nights Rest

[8:36pm] I am sitting on my couch thinking about how I supposedly only have a little over three hours left to live. I wonder how it could happen. It may be in a way nobody would expect. Maybe the "end of the world" is a play on words. It may have meant the end of a world. It could be Venus or something. Maybe humans will lose their lucidity, and we will lose sight of the world around us. That  would be something to worry about. Just imagine, everybody would virtually be a vegitable. We would wander around, our minds detached from the world. Other species would see a zombie like civilization. The world would become dead then. Cities would idle, machinery constantly running. Eventually buildings would corrode and rot. Plants would grow untamed. The world would hecome a wasteland and we wouldn't know it. Before long, we would all die, our corpses devoured.

What will I do in these last hours? Will I continue to write about what might happen? Or, will I write final goodbyes to my family and friends? I won't do any of that because the world will not end in three hours. In three hours, thousands of people will realize that they are still alive. People in New Zealand have already discoverd this. Good for them. In three hours, everybody will realize that the Mayan calender ended on December 21, 2012 not because they believed the world would end, but for some other unrelated reason. Maybe the person writing the calender got bored of predicting events for people who could not thank him. Maybe he decided to pull a huge prank on us. Or maybe he was mercilously skewered by a spear. [9:00pm] But l, again, I know the world will not end in three hours. And that is why I will get a good sleep tonight.

Water

I've been thinking a lot about what water represents today. Where it came from. The water we have now is the same water that it has been for as long as the Earth has been in existence. It has never changed. It is always the same water. It has taken on many forms throughout its life. It has been ice, steam, mist, clouds, even pee. So if you think about it, whenever you drink water, you are drinking something that has been ice, steam, mist, clouds, and pee. There is a high possibility that you are drinking dinosaur pee, cat pee, even pee that was once yours!
In Las Vegas, there is very little water. They get some from Lake Mead, and the rest from purified waste. That's right. You people in Las Vegas are drinking poop, pee, and diarrhea. Fancy that. First, all of the big chunks of crap (pun intended) are filtered out. Then the waste goes through other filtration processes like going through sediments and going under UV radiation. Then the water is pumped back to the city for you to drink, bath in, wash clothes and dishes, and everything else. Quite an amazing process I think. People in Las Vegas are probably drinking the same portion of water they have been for years.
Water has so many uses. It is like a fix it solution for everything. It helps you heal from sickness, clean, and all kinds of other things. We can even play in it! We swim in it, have snowball fights, build snow caves and men. We build igloos, cool down our soda... so many possibilities. It plays a huge role in our lives. We need it to live. It helps us digest our food, keeps us cool, and keeps our bodies regulated. It is a miracle worker.
So, the next time you down a glass of water, spend some more time thinking about everything it does for you. Think about all of the amazing things it has been through, how it has witnessed the world from the time it began. And the next time you condemn it to flushing down the excrements from your body, say sorry.

Temporarily Insane

I stare at the blue tape dividing this room in two. I can't stand it. Boundaries are intolerable. I lift the corner of the tape and pull, destroying the symbolic boundary. I rip and rip, relishing in the sweet relief. It finally releases it's grip on the hard wood floor. Oh the tranquility!

Wow, just wow

So today I decided to walk down my stairs like a cat or dog (on all fours). It resulted in me sliding/tumbling down the stairs, coming to rest at the bottom with a cardboard box beside me. So, I decided to remain lying there tossing the box in the air and catching it.

A Strange Story

Okay, yesterday I was walking through my house thinking of things to do. After meticulously stepping on every available spot in the house, over and over, I still had not thought of anything to do. So, I did it again. Which is not possible because I was doing it over and over, so there is no beginning or end to meticulously stepping on every available spot in the house, over and over. Nevertheless, I did it again.

After doing it again, I still had not thought of anything to do. So I went outside. I took one step onto the porch and stopped dead. I then proceeded to take in every single visible detail. Across the street was a yard. The yard had a fence about six meters from the road. The fence is wood. The top of the planks are absolutely flat; they do not have any angles. The wood is faded but the planks are not warped in the least. I do not know what the yard is composed of because it is covered in snow. The snow is about one and a half feet deep. At the edge of the road is a dirty berm of snow. I do not know how it got there by a visible analysis. The snow that the berm is comprised of looks lumpy. I follow the perfect edge of the fence to the left until it meets the edge of a yellow house. The yellow color is not so bright that I have to avert my eyes, but it is not so dark as to absorb all of the light from the sun. The house has two windows on the front. The house does not appear to have two stories, but it is possible that there is an attic. The door is reddish-brown color. To the left of the door, about a foot above the door knob is a black mailbox- before I can examine the mailbox closely, I am distracted by the absence of movement. I see no people. There are no birds or bugs of any species moving through the air. There is not even the sway of a branch. The snow is still mid fall. There is no disturbance in the air caused by sound waves. The world is still.

I contemplate Existence and my place in it at this moment. The Existence is stilled. I am not stilled. If I am part of Existence, I must be stilled. But, I am not stilled. Existence must be in entropy. I am an exact contradiction to Existence, if I am part of Existence. But in order for Existence to follow its own laws, I must not be part of Existence because I am not still. I contemplate my new found identity. I am not part of Existence. It seems that I have created my own Existence outside of the realm of Existence. I can make my own laws. I command my own Existence. Now that I have come to this realization, I can continue life as it was. I no longer have to contemplate Existence because it is my own. It no longer matters because I am in complete control. I don't ever have to think about it again: this is my first new law.

The world begins to move again. It must have been waiting for me to come to some realization. But I haven't... oh well.

I begin to walk down the street.

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Hello, on this new blog I will post random stuff which can be made up or real. I might post fictional stories with totally random and confusing plots. This is just my dumping ground for anything I think of. You will probably not enjoy this blog.