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Child of Extremes
Aug. 12th, 2005 10:20 pmSo yeah, here I am, blogging again, in spite of the abject failure of every single journal I've ever written in. But I don't know...I kind of feel I know a little more about myself now, so there's no bothering with explaining all the minute (and utterly tedious) aspects of my life. I'll just drop names like tomatoes and if you need clarification, ask.
Lately, for some reason, I picked up a book in the school library called "The Complete History of Nearly Everything", by Bill Bryson. It's...just wonderful. It's like science in layman's terms. History the way I've always wanted it to be. I tells ya, I probably wouldn't be failing MSS (Multi Strand Science) if I'd had this as required reading material. Actually I would be, since the teacher in that subject (while a perfectly nice person) knows NOTHING about how to teach us properly. (I mean, we're analysing fabric for Christ's sake. I don't know about you, but I'd personally rather know more about the miracle that is our very existence than what we're fucking wearing in it.)
It's too damn cold, which is not suprising since it is winter, and at some point I am sure my hands will be stripped of all skin cells.
I would like to collect photos of landscapes. Scapes in general, in fact. I find beauty in the harshest of worlds, sun blasted deserts and rust ridden cities. The void of space where it is generally impossible for anything to exist, and yet it does. I love the skies in my head but I would like to look at real ones...I collect things that I find beautiful. Writing, pictures, music, whatever. And I would like something tangible for once.
As you may have noticed I am simply letting whatever comes out come out, hence this is all a little disconnected.
I...miss being friendly. I have so few friends on the internet, being the lazy little freak that I am, conversing solely with my writing pad (which now contains more drawing and random writings than work, so I may end up failing yet another unit...gnergh) and it's starting to stagnate.
I hate my hair.
I like my eyes.
I need to fucking sleeping more.
Am I done?
Lately, for some reason, I picked up a book in the school library called "The Complete History of Nearly Everything", by Bill Bryson. It's...just wonderful. It's like science in layman's terms. History the way I've always wanted it to be. I tells ya, I probably wouldn't be failing MSS (Multi Strand Science) if I'd had this as required reading material. Actually I would be, since the teacher in that subject (while a perfectly nice person) knows NOTHING about how to teach us properly. (I mean, we're analysing fabric for Christ's sake. I don't know about you, but I'd personally rather know more about the miracle that is our very existence than what we're fucking wearing in it.)
It's too damn cold, which is not suprising since it is winter, and at some point I am sure my hands will be stripped of all skin cells.
I would like to collect photos of landscapes. Scapes in general, in fact. I find beauty in the harshest of worlds, sun blasted deserts and rust ridden cities. The void of space where it is generally impossible for anything to exist, and yet it does. I love the skies in my head but I would like to look at real ones...I collect things that I find beautiful. Writing, pictures, music, whatever. And I would like something tangible for once.
As you may have noticed I am simply letting whatever comes out come out, hence this is all a little disconnected.
I...miss being friendly. I have so few friends on the internet, being the lazy little freak that I am, conversing solely with my writing pad (which now contains more drawing and random writings than work, so I may end up failing yet another unit...gnergh) and it's starting to stagnate.
I hate my hair.
I like my eyes.
I need to fucking sleeping more.
Am I done?
