I was listening to this song by the band “Bowling for Soup” while I decided on a title for this post.
Anyways… A staple “end of the year” project for any English class has traditionally been the debate. Two teams do research on a topic and they go head to head in an argument usually with the professor playing Judge. These have always been a bane of my existence because I’m quite the soft-spoken person.
Hey, since summer break begins roughly a week away, I want to reflect on my blogging experience throughout the year. Although it may seem that I am shutting this blog down, I actually have more plans for it over the summer. Also, I would like to apologize for being idle for the past month, as I was bogged down with more work than my sense of procrastination would allow me to do.
My blogging experience has taught me that people (readers) enjoy blog posts more when they’re easily relate-able by the reader. I also learned many interesting things about blogging, such as the use of the “read more” bar
Hey! I finished reading this post on the topic of, well , spending time wisely. Ever since I discovered that procrastination was a thing (around 4 years old), I thought it was the best thing ever because it allowed for me to NOT do what I NEED to do… until I was faced with complete humiliation when my grades became a hot, smelly mess. My favorite destinations of procrastination include, various social media sites, video games, and staring blankly into the sky. Anyways, I hope that this post (written by a friend of mine) would shine some light on how and why you should spend every minute wisely with what he thinks would help with getting your rear in gear and on your path to success.
The Death of Jake
I sat on the chair and pondered for a bit on what Jake meant from his journal entry. It seems that he had already created the perfect model of the summoning telephone which allegedly was superior to the one I had before I fell down the hole. What was interesting was that the entry was dated 1922, and last I checked, the date was only the 28th of April, 2015. It did not take long for me to infer that this world, or the portal that brought me here, took me seven years into the future. I also knew that the girl now possessed the telephone set I had before. Fantastic.
Anyways, cutting to the chase, I grabbed the tome and reached for the telephone set sitting on the desk. Immediately a pulse of blue energy erupted from the telephone and threw me against the far wall of the room. A croak of a voice emulated from the ear piece saying, “The binding process will now take place, do you accept the terms and conditions?”
“Sure!”, I replied. Then a sharp pain struck my right arm. I watched as an invisible entity burn an insignia onto my forearm.
“Now, I will reveal to you, Stan, what went down in this bunker seven years ago.” Continue reading
Viktor E. Frankl, an Austrian born man who lived during time of the rise of Hitler and a survivor of the Holocaust, shares his insight on how a person should change themselves when it is no longer possible to change their surroundings: When we are no longer able to change a situation – we are challenged to change ourselves.
She kicked the trapdoor open, and called to me, “Hey Stan! Let’s check out where this door goes.” I walked over the the trapdoor and looked for a ladder. I peered over and discovered that I’d been tricked. She whispered,”I’m sorry…” The girl kicked me into the hole.
During this entire time, the telephone was left idle on the cashiers desk, or so I remembered.
Anyways, back to the point. It felt like I was falling endlessly for a good 20 minutes
I’m not one to be melancholy, but whenever I am part of something larger than myself, say perhaps, a string orchestra, or a gaming team, and we’re being observed by greater beings, at the slight whisper of a derogatory word, I lose it completely. Continue reading
“I need you to do me a favor,” she said. I thought that I could benefit from helping her, considering the predicament I had found myself in. The judge had declared that I stay in this realm for a month, so why not enjoy the trip.
“Whattdoya need?” I asked her in my most casual voice.
This is a mix of edm and dubstep by Virtual Riot. Enjoy 🙂
Heads Up: This post is not part of the State Farm tale.
I’ve always been the type of person to point out the most obscure detail and rant about how it makes absolutely no sense with my friends on Skype, Continue reading