My best friend.

Although society professes otherwise, I have found a friend. A friend, mind you, who is not of the same sex. That is correct; we share no common physical or hormonal characteristics, except that we are both taller than the average smuck. How can this be? To be honest, I don’t really know. You might as well ask how can it not be? Did that ever occur to you? So what does one get out of a friendship like this?

Well for starters, there is an exchange of ideas, concepts, and perceptions that one might not have had before hand. Second, there is a cancelling factor, or a neutralizing element that brings out this best in both of us. One is not completely like the other, and when we are combined, we make a pretty good team. We are both very outgoing and adventurous, but where one might be idealistic, the other would be realistic. At times, we trade of with each other on matters of such, and it keeps us both in line with reality.

Some people do not realize the potential of a friendship like this, and miss out on some great life experiences due to lack of vision. This is not an easy thing to accomplish, but with a little preparation and experience from my numerous sisters, I already had the necessary tools to work with. So here’s to the best friend ever; Kaly. You rock-

Decline of the English Language

What do you mean by that? The decline of the English language as we know it? A deterioration of verbal communication is what I am referring to. Every day I see it; people texting, facebooking, myspacing, e-mailing, and even formal writing. People would rather say, “How r u doing 2 day” instead of, “How are you doing today?” Sometimes it’s not because of personal preference, but rather people genuinely cannot communicate properly due to lack of basic grammatical education. That is one cause for this down fall in our language, but another contributing factor is you. You the student, the responsible adult, the one taking your life in your hands and failing to pull yourself out of this hole.

It is easy to understand that one might not have had a basic education that covered this topic well enough to equip one with the necessary tools to prepare one for the real world. But now that you are in control, and you have a chance to make something of yourself, why not devote some of your precious time to becoming more of a proficient English user? There is no doubt that a person who is able to communicate more effectively, and with more clarity, has a better chance of achieving higher goals then the average Joe. Not to mention with today’s enormous database at your finger tips, it would come as a great surprise if one could not find an avenue for enriching one’s mind with useful diction.

This is not to suggest that shortening, condensing, or breaking down isn’t always inappropriate. But there is a time and a place for everything, and communicating should not be a condensed art. I’m also not insinuating that I am an expert on the matter, but I do make it my business to understand larger concepts by picking apart the little pieces first before I move on, and it starts with understanding the words. My English is still in the making, and there are many more great professors, orators, scholars and students in this school that could surpass my knowledge on in any matter with their large knowledge base of diction.

So there are different levels of extremity, but make it a point to increase you knowledge, be confident about what you know and be open minded to learning something new every day. You will feel a new sense of accomplishment in yourself, and I’ll bet your friends will notice a difference in you as well.

I know myself...

How can you say who you are if you don't know yourself? I know myself. I know everything there is to know about me. I know my inner most thoughts, desires, plans, ambitions, and sins. I know all there is to know about me. I have to live with this person you see. I have to look at him in the mirror, clean his filthy body, and put up with his slow mind. I have to go with him everywhere he goes, and stay with him when he stops.

You on the other hand, only see what is superficial and infrequent. You are not with myself all day, so how can you tell me what I need to do? As if you follow me every step of the way and know my day as I know it. That is impossible (unless you are stalking me). You cannot know I'm tired, hungry, or hurt unless I tell you so. So if you don't mind, know yourself. Because you look a little lonely.

If fish could fly and birds could sing...

I know that doesn't make sense, but some things in this world don't make sense to me either. If one spends as much time as I do on simple subjects such as medicine and science, one will soon realize that your head is getting bigger by the day. I can't help it, I'm just making room for all this new information. I'm not trying to be an "egg head". That's why I take a few minutes of my day and devote it to nothing but mindless, idiotic, and carefree pleasure that other people take part in every day all day. It keeps me in the loop you see, and it's where I want to be; in the loop.

Of course, some would argue, that's no good. It's pointless and a waste of time when one could be doing something productive or enlightening. At this point in time, I have no positive material flow of wealth, or the time to devote to making it positive. I am in a stage of mid-drift; I am just floating slowly to the ground waiting to land. Once I hit the ground, you won't be able to stop me. I plan to burn out on my first wind, then make a come back with a second, and keep coming back stronger every time. Even though I may appear to be un-productive, that is only the side you see. Yes, I have to wait it out and take the jokes, but my end will justify the means. For I have meditated on the things to come, and I am without emotion.

Oh... Saya

I love music. It's not that I like any paticular group or style. It's the way the music makes me feel. Sometimes I want to get up and make a fool of myself dancing, and sometimes I want to meditate on what has transpired in my life. Either way, I love music. I want to hear your inner cry out for more... I want to hear what makes your world go round. So if you ever ask me what my favorite song, group, or style is, I won't give a straight answer. It depends on my mood and what I feel like doing at that moment. I have preferences, but that is the extent of my favorites.

"Oh Saya" from Slumdog Millionare
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHUQht1HRmY&feature=related

The Awkward Distance

Have you ever been walking to school, the store, or anyplace really and there was someone behind you walking in the same direction? At some point, you have to go through a door, a gate, or some semipermeable barrier. Naturally you would hold the door open for that someone as an act of kindness; just to be polite. But what if the distance is awkward? The distance I am speaking of is the one where the person following too far behind or they just start to walk slower than before. This distance has always been a mystery and it never fails to embarrass me.

When the distance is awkward, you have to decide if you want to wait for the person or just leave them behind. In my case, it's never the same answer. When I hold the door open and wait for the person, they usually give me a look that expresses their being offended that I would pressure them to hurry up and come inside. Or they look at me as if I were some sort of stalking creep. Sometimes there is gratitude, but I seem to receive the negative side more than not.

When this method fails me, I leave the person behind. Why spend 3 seconds waiting for a complaint? But when I go on my way, leaving the someone behind, I get looks from spectators. They look at me as if to say, "Look at that stuffed up kid. Doesn't even have the courtesy to hold the door for someone." Oh gag and hang it all! What is a person to do?

One would think avoid the awkward distance, but no matter the meassures I take in avoiding such a place, I still seem to fall into the peril of the awkward.

Three Years for Two

Three years have come and gone. I thought I'd never be done with it. Looking back now I wish I had done things different, but it's too late now. Time to look ahead! See what plans I can lay to waste, and what hearts can be broken. What kind friend have I become? Do my comings and goings mean that much?

Three years of trial just to get credit for two; it hardly seems fair. Though, were I a different sort of fellow, I should wonder where my time has gone. The next two years shall be quite a triumph! How many men do you know conquer the world of scholar and come out ready for the world? I know I won't, but I intend to give it my all. If it were not for my God and faith, I should be quite a wreck you see. For I have no real fears, I am only afraid for a moment, and soon come to my senses and see that life will go on.

I believe that the "big man upstairs" has my best interests at heart, and will open doors I didn't know were there. He will probably tell me a thing or two of what's what's in this world, and see to it that I'm put through fire and ice before it's said and done. But I'm sure there is a higher purpose.

So I leave you now. I'm off to finish this three year journey, for I gradute this spring only to realize that I'm only half way there. But I welcome a challenge; it keeps the mind going you know. Have a wonderful day and pass a smile on your way out ;)