CHRISTMAS???

It's Christmas!!

Why the heck would I be updating my blog on Christmas when I could be using my presents?? Wel, because I'm using one of my presents! I got a freaking laptop!!! How epic is that? That's right, wicked freaking epic.

Well, there really isn't anything to blog about on Christmas, or about about Christmas, or anything having to do with Christmas. That didn't make sense. So how about I tell you what I got?!?!?!?! Well, a laptop, an Xbox controller, some money, aaaannddd.... some smores. Yep. 'S pretty much it.

....Soo....

Sup?

Okay, how about YOU tell ME what YOU got. And then this post will finally be over. Because, pretty much, this is the lamest post ever =D Which is awesome. Because it's Christmas. And something MUSt be lame on Christmas, so now nothing else will be! Yay!

Merry Christmas, peopleses!

-Alex

A post. You should be excited.

I'm bock. In my witty itty mini blog. How fun is that?

Well, I'll go off ranting and then we can see which subject I can stick to.

Kk, Well, I'm sick... Does that count? And yesterday me and my dad were at Five Guys (THE BEST PLACE IN TEH WORLDAVERSE), and I was like, "It amazes me how stupid people are." Sounds like me =P

But I was talking about how I was talking to someone about (abundance) how people didn't want to have children all of a sudden, which is kinda weird, and they were like "It'll ruin my body!!!" And she went off ranting, and I was like "Well, you'd be giving birth to this wonderful bundle of life. I mean, if your mom hadn't gotten pregnant, you wouldn't BE here." And her *RETALLIATION!* reaction was "Well, you end up with this money/resource absorbing ball of fat the just eats and poops." To which I said "Well, you were like that also!" and she was *ANGERNESS!* like, "And I know, and I've been trying to make up for it and I feel guilty about it ever since."

ANGERNESS TO THE MAX.

Well, what I don't see is how one can feel guilty about something they did when they 1) Didn't know any better, 2) Were only slightly self-aware of all their actions, and 3) Was a ball of fat that only took up resources and ate and pooped. I mean, it's not like it's your fault for being so dumb and needy, you're some little ball of fat (more abundance) that just eats and poops! Ugh. It angers me. *is a ball of fat* Pwese weave comments down bewowwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, to extend the length of this blog, let's get on another rant-y subject.

FACEBOOK! I lurvle Facebook! Akai, Akai, Akai (That means okay), So, Like, I got like, a Facebook. After hating it for DECADES ON END, I finally gave in. And I'm old enough to (Hahahahahahaa, not like I wasn't
>_>
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Suspicious, right?)
...also. EPICNESS.

Facebook, I've realized, doesn't actual repsresent what a "group of friends" really is though, because if you like, comment on people's status too much, or play games and publish them, or go to these apps that annoy people, they are annoyed, and that can't really happen in real life. Sites like Facebook or Twitter are changing the way people look at friendship/communication in general, because it gives people more stuff to talk about, and humans weren't really designed to talk about stuff like that. Or any living thing wasn't designed to like that (That didn't make any grammatical sense...). It's almost like a loose end, technology.

Oh, NO! Not a technology rant! *withstands the will* Okay, nevermind.

Well, I guess I've taken up enough space on this page for now (I guess, maybe?). I'll try to update this blog more, but sometimes it's tough. All of my non-followers are lucky that I'm sick. COMMENT!!

You're fowevah,

-Teh Alexzorz

PS- Beccerbear is awesome.

Another Novel.

Now I know how you all LOVE stuff that I write outside of my blog, so to fill in the space of a post, today I'm going to show to you my unfinished Chapter 1 of my un-named novel. Here ya go!

Chapter 1

A Greeting

It was in Chicago, where the wind gently blew from house to house, apartment to apartment. Flowing through the leaves like silk in water, brushing the hair of children at play. A leaf gently landed on a tiny shoe and a child giggled and picked it up. A feather fell from a bird overhead, which then landed in front of a dog, who sniffed it and moved on. A car passed. Wind. A child threw a mixture of grass and dirt at another. Wind. It was infinite in one of the only slightly happy neighborhoods in Chicago. It searched.

The wind searched nature and its making for a boy, a boy in ragged clothes, so as to soak his short matted hair in a cold wind. It searched through the tall blades of grass and the lawn mowers cutting it, it slivered through the gravel and the cars driving on it. It searched and finally, rested upon the boy, chilling him to the bone until it moved on to search some more, to leave the boy silently listening to a fizzing radio and feeling the now uncovered sun to shine upon his body.

There, in a fenced back yard, a teenage boy no older than fifteen lay. He was covered in a shade down to his neck, revealing his clothed body to the sun. The wind visited its previous victim again, weaving in and out of his holed, baggy black jeans, and washing over his favorite red hoodie. There he lay, pondering that specific feeling, the feeling of nature taking his body and making it pure for just a few moments, and then leaving him to listen intently to a radio.

The wind looked beside him for another acquaintance, although not a human. It stared at what appeared to be a ball of fur, which then had been content, sleeping next to its owner. The wind darted behind it and struck it violently, opening its eyes ever so slightly to wake it up. It closed its eyes again, opened them, and stood up as the wind struck it again. The dog walked past the fizzing radio and continued inside, safe from the hateful wind, which gave up to search for a new victim. To the people of Chicago, the wind was their companion, their mentor and their enemy. It hated and it loved, it searched for people content enough to feel it grasp them tightly and have them embrace the feeling for only a moment.

Parents had no time for this. The experienced ones didn’t. They knew full well that the wind was a vicious competitor, violent and frightening. They knew that upon moving there, the wind met them and their family with a strike of cold non-evadable air particles, all of which then took to their new victims and crawled underneath their clothes, tickled their skin, and forced them into their new home. The wind treated the adults uniquely.

Allison Fandell certainly did not have time for enjoying the sunshine. She was pacing around her new apartment in Chicago, opening this box and seeing what’s inside it, giving up on setting that object up, and opening another box. Her beautiful leather black couch, wrinkled and full of memory, lying there hopeless in front of a crooked television was not at all in the right place. The precious 7-doored desk that was scratched everywhere except in a square in the middle for her laptop, was shoved violently in a corner and left there for her to deal with. The kitchen table, her bed, her clothes, all of the depressing and delightful colorful decorations, the microwave, this, that, her mind, were all in the wrong place. The dog had no place to sleep. Ashton, so it semed, had to sleep on the couch the first night in town, and there was no dryer and no washer for her sheets and what-she-thought-was-beautiful tight jeans. A 38-year-old now-single parent shouldn’t have to deal with this after what happened, she thought. She plopped on her couch, rested her head, called out to her only son about nine times before falling into a light dreamless sleep inside a tiny crowded apartment to a fizzing radio.

But in the outside air, children familiar to the wind could feel the colorful golden leaves falling down on them from an oak tree, followed by an acorn dropped by a squirrel. The creatures were lured to children by their food, creating a bond of trust between unknowing children and skinny, furry, cuddly, and deadly squirrels. The ants kept their homes safe and occasionally, wind blew their food towards the children, creating another bond of trust. The wind had a kingdom, and it created the flows of love and trust, and struck upon hatred. It was unfair to unfair animals, joyous around loved ones, glad to sink into the ground and rest underneath a black sky, or create ghosts for those who needed them. In retrospect, everything happened according to plan for the wind. When there was no wind, there was no emotion, no life in Chicago. But there was never not any wind. Even when you couldn’t feel it, it existed in you from your feet up. Newcomers knew this. And in the sun a newcomer lay, listening to a fizzing radio.

The boy, however, was by then fast asleep. The wind happened upon him a final time, seeing him deeply breathing, dreaming about it. So it moved on. And so did he, sleeping through the yelling of his mother, the barking of his dog, sleeping through the sun being covered and uncovering by the clouds. There he lay, content in his new home that was Chicago. The wind welcomed him with a hug.

Hoped you enjoyed it. I'm writing this farewell before I put in the double-spacedness, so you can all see my say my goodbyes without it being annoyingly double spaced and indented. Hope you enjoyed it the unfinished first chapter! *lick lick, salute!*

Always yours,

-Alex

PS- Is Chicago even windy?

PSS- I'm also entering this for a contest, so if anyone steals this, it will be considered pr... prof... no... That word where it's illegal to copy speeches and novels and stuff. So yah. Can't steal this time, sorry.

Aw crap, Another Love Post

Alright, well I was on the Nerdfighters ning, and there was this big awkward silence. Then someone asked, (it's a chat room full of people) and I quote: "So who thinks im being stupid by trying to become a better person to convince the girl who broke up with me to take me back?"

I was surprised. When someone asks a question, any question, on the Nerdfighters ning, everyone's too caught up in their own little thing for everyone there to reply. But this time, I think there were three or four other people talking, everyone responded. It was like a deepening statement, automatically getting everyone's hearts out of their brains and into what they say. If that makes sense. People said sentimental stuff like "Do it for you," or "Be yourself," and saying that he was definitely, DEFINITELY, not stupid.

Someone said be yourself, yes. It was interesting, because I was just pondering what that actually means. Does it mean be who you are on the inside? If so, what does that mean? (I have started many a post with that two question structure, I just realized.) I'm thinking that when people say "Be yourself," They actually mean don't try to screw anything up by being slick and stuff. Do what feels right, and don't every stray away from it. It's interesting. It's like saying "There there" to someone who's crying. It means almost nothing, but it's so comforting that the person feels better. "Be yourself" means almost nothing, but people follow the advice and do better.

So is it stupid, becoming a better person and trying to make someone take you back? When they say "be yourself," Does that mean just be the person that you are, not necessarily a "better" person? An interesting way of looking at things, but necessary to figure out questions of life. I feel that becoming a better person is a very good cause, but how does one be better than they are? If they're themselves, there should be no better alternative to a girl. Being a better person to get a girl would not being yourself, in my eyes. (Question for the comments: Do you agree?) If a girl breaks up with you for whatever reason, or a guy depending on who you're interested in, then they don't understand who you are. By becoming a better person, the fog becomes deeper, and it's harder to see who you are.

So for anyone who has just been dumped, you mat love the person. I have felt that pain before. But remember, that if you want to change for them, do your best the first few times. Eventually you'll realize that really, if they loved you, they wouldn't need you to change. It an equivalent exchange, always. For them to love you, you need to love them back. You can't have a one-sided love. Well you can, but that's not exactly how people define a "relationship." The people who change and have broken up and then gotten back together with the person and married them are rare and inconsistent, and although they may feel bad or great about their lives, the people around them will envy them and try to do what they did. Don't. Because chances are, it won't work.

It's a very hard topic to blog about, and I think I did my best... I know a lot of people will disagree, many many MANY people, whoever reads this post, but if I had time I would edit and re-edit this. But for now,

Forever doing my best for you,

-Alex

A Late post.

Well, I haven't posted in a while, what with Homework, and homework and girls such as Becca. >.> Anyway. I was reading my fellow Squire's blog, Nerdtastic, and I was thinking about his post "Stuck." He talked about the meaning of life, and teenagers, and money and girls and technology and stuff like that. As anyone who reads my blog knows, I like delving into things.

It's interesting how when some people ask "what is the meaning of life," Others respond, "Well, to live life to your fullest." It's also interesting that when someones asks "How are you doing," chances are, the other person will almost immediately say "Good." It's that predictable-ness that I think speeds life up a lot. You predict something will happen, and that small moment is much faster because you don't hear what another is saying because you know already what they're going to say. Is it that that people are stuck over?

Another thing: Why must life have a meaning? Is there really a meaning to life? Philosophers ponder over this all of their life: Well would that be the meaning of their life then, to figure out the meaning of life? Lives can be wasted over the question, true. But it's an interesting question that humans have evolved so much that not only can they be the most extremely self-aware creatures within galaxies of anything, but they can also question life itself, which most likely won't be recorded in history again on the earth. I don't know if my blog-readers know this, but I'm an Atheist. An Atheist is one who doesn't have a religion, and usually the reason for that is because  they don't believe in a God. I'm kind of extreme: There isn't anything supernatural on this planet, or anywhere else.

Well, here's my reasoning: For someone to be able to not hang on to made up evidence, not hang on to a familes beliefs, or a communities beliefs, or even a country's beliefs takes can be extremely difficult. So I guess I can say that I find that there really isn't any meaning of life. Earth made a mistake when we evolved into a creature that doesn't rely on it's body's features, but a creature relying on the features in our minds; thinking capacity evolves much much much MUCH faster than any mutations/body parts to any animal. Cheetahs can run as fast as a car, fight off almost any animal, they have razor sharp claws, and they hunt independently, but with one motion of one finger on a humans body can a Cheetah be struck down fatally. It's the brain that we have, not the features on our body.

And that brain has lead to self-awareness, questioning of life, and making ourselves firmly believe in things that are scientifically proven impossible to be slightly real. People question the Big Bang, but scientists can prove that to fill the space of nothing, something can be created from nothing, or some crap like that. We've evolved into creatures that can multiply astronomically and exponentially in just a few centuries, can look back those few centuries and call ourselves dumb and stupid and we can see the mistakes that we've made. But a Cheetah hunts no differently than it did 10s of centuries ago. It's the brain, not the features.

So if that's so, how can there really BE a meaning to life? Would the meaning of life simply be to fill the space of nothingness? Because that really is the only rational meaning to life. It's not to make others happy, it's not to make money, become wealthy, make friends, become a successful engineer, follow in God's path, follow your family's traditions, it's not that. It is simply nothing. Life has as much meaning to it than the amount of meaning nothingness had, before the planets and the stars. Humans have a hard time understanding that, because we've become so advanced, we think that it has to mean something. It really means that nature made a simple mistake. And history is really, not doomed to repeat itself.

That's really all I have for tonight, and I hope people can ponder over it more than usual. So I bid you a simple:

Yours Forever,

-Alex

PS- To those who are religious, or believe in a God, I mean no disrespect to you. If you take offence to this blog, I apologize.

Draft El Secendo (Double spaced and indented somehow - no idea)

Well, this is another impromptu blog I shall create about: Well, I have no idea, but that's the fun of it, right?

WANNA HEAR MY SECOND DRAFT FOR MY HISTORY ESSAY? Someone edit it for me =(

Draft 2

            It was (a date I haven’t found out yet) when everything started, for me anyway. The Redcoats, the Lobster-backs, they were the ones who started it; The American Revolution. Before then we were taxed on nearly everything – teeth, dice, newspapers, legal documents – everything. We couldn’t do anything to stop it, of course. The English had complete control over Boston, we couldn’t put a colonist in an important chair up top, only they. And they were the ones who order the British troops to stand on guard; they ordered them in Boston in the first place. They must have seen it as some sort of an object, instead of a place where living children run and play hide and seek, and apprentices mold wax and cooper barrels. If they hadn’t though of Boston (or any other colony in their control) like that, nothing would have happened. And that I am sure of by my fear of Hell and my love of God.

            I was born into America because of my father, Apollos Riviore. This would have been my name if he hadn’t Anglicized it – Paul Revere. That is the name I hold today, written on the very certificate which holds all my other information. My father died countless years ago, in 1754, and that’s when the family fell into my hands, with the shop as well. I was keeping house as a silversmith, one of, if not the best smith in Boston. I worked on gold as well – rarely, but still skillfully.

As a rich silversmith, people don’t talk much about anything around you. They only talk about you, and that was the trouble; I was a rich silversmith. It was hard to pick up any news on anything by just walking around for a stroll, for people seemed quiet around me, that or the opposite, of course. Hearing little kids yelling your name is very… pleasing, yet not quite so at the same time. At least I had the state of mind (and ear, I might say) to pick up a scrap of information about John Hancock. He was, of course, the richest man in Boston, but he was also known for planning against Britain, which was usually defined as treason.

But it had some sort of spark to it, and that spark lit a very flamingly bright fire in me. The British couldn’t control the colonies anymore, so it was said, and they were going too far in placing soldiers at every corner or every end of every street. So it was simple: rebel and the soldiers will go away. Sit and do nothing, and watch as the lower class starves into nothing, and watch the upper class become more rich until they either die or become hungry for power instead of wealth. Whatever the latter would lead to, the Patriots didn’t want it. And that’s when I became a Patriot.

There it is. I swear to god if anyone steals this I will eat them whole. I'm not finished yet though, still need to add on seven more paragraphs. Well, sorry for the boringness of this post.

Forever yours,

-Alex

Today. Boring, right?

Well, it's what I'm going to write about, just as every blogger goes rogue at one point.

Well, tomorrow is voting day for (everyone?) New Hampshire... And my parents (typically) don't know who to vote for. Dad's a democrat, mom's a "left-leaning Independent" -.- Wimpiness. Who are you voting for, if not underage? If you are underage, do you pay attention to this stuff? Are you a democrat? Republican? Answer my questions!

Now on a darker note, I would rant on what happened to ME today, but everyone hates blogs in which one only talks about themselves. So I'll ask you questions tied into my rant. Which won't exactly be a rant. So instead of continually anticipating this rant, let's rant!

Okay, so I just got a new game, Halo Reach. I'm sure you've heard of it (If not, you're either not a nerd or you're completely unconnected from the outside world), and it's rated M for mature. Like, 18 and older (no duh Sherlock). And I was playing Matchmaking, in which you look online throughout Xbox Live, for I have an Xbox 360, and you play and shoot and assassinate people. My dad was working downstairs on something that had to do with wood and Carpentering and some weird pointless thing that randomly stresses him out for no reason at all, and I was like "NOOOOO, I just got assassinated!!!!" He was all "Wha?" Because he doesn't even know how to spell video game, and I said to him "Yeah, in the new Halo someone actually comes up behind you and stabs you/any other form of brutal assassination, unlike the other ones." He said that was ridiculous and I said "Whatever."

Now I don't know what grade anyone is in or what you've studied in Science, but everyone has a stronger side of their brain, right or left, or you can be just about equally strong in both sides. Evidently, if you're right-brained, you pay attention more to one's tone of voice, and your body can interpret that better than anything else, verbally speaking. Also evidently, my father is right-brained (A good question: Do you know what side of the brain you're stronger in?).

He stormed up to me and was like "OFF! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! YAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH *explodes*"

Okay, maybe not quite like that. But he was definitely mad. And he looked for the power off button, which is right in the most clear spot of the Xbox, and turned if it off. And I was confused, because I'm right-brained as well, and I didn't sense any tone in my voice. And so he freaked out and was like "This is what this game does to you. You don't even know it!" And he sent me upstairs.

So I can and can't blame him for this. I mean, I'm a teenager, I have hormones, I've gotten no sleep, and I was sitting in front of a TV screen exercising only my fingers. But if he's right-brained and I'm right-brained, how can he sense something and I can't? Is your brain messed up when you're tired or something? I mean, he was tired too, very clearly tired, because he just spent the whole day at work, and he didn't get any sleep last night because of Halloween, and I was at school the whole day and didn't get any sleep over the whole weekend because of the countless hours spent with Devon. Maybe that's why he stormed up to me in the first place, because he was tired and he misinterpreted what I meant by saying whatever.

Whatever it is (Hahahah. hah. hah. Whatever.), I'm not trying to blame anything on anyone, I'm just feeling inquisitive about the whole thing. If anyone would be generous enough to feed me your kind words, I would be eternally grateful (yeah right). Anyway, I shall be leaving.

Forever yours,

-Alex

A Spooky Post

Well, it's that time of year. Everyone else has already posted multiple posts on their blog about the infamous holiday: Halloween.

Halloween isn't one of my favorite things to write about, but I love Halloween itself. The one thing about Halloween is that if you don't get invited to a party, you obviously suck at life. Luckily, I got invited to a rather big party, but then the person decided that he wasn't going to have it (DEVON). But um. yah.

I usually go around with my dad/brother and just hang out around my neighborhood. Occasionally I run into a pack of friends and go around with them as well. I don't know what it is, but when you're walking around in a cold costume/cold clothes without a costume, and you're with your friends/family, even in the freezing cold, there's a sort of warmth inside you. And for me, it only comes out in Halloween. Which is weird.

Also, the end product of eating lots of candy and sorting it out and trading and buying and eating and puking and trading and eating and the whole process over and over again, is also very satisfying. It's sort of like a whole trade-y friend-y thing. It brings people closer but not even in a deep way, it just allows people to be more friendly to others than they would normally be. It's kind of ironic, because Halloween is supposed to scare kids and people dress up in scary costumes and stuff.

Also, check out this sweet video: http://dft.ba/-zombievid Great effects for cheap!

Sorry this blog was so short, I was bored today and I didn't want to give up on this Halloween post.

Yours a spookily long forever,

-Alex

Sleep. And School. Shtuff.

It is 6:00 in the morning right now. My brother and my dad just left for school/work, and did so after my dad yelled/sweared at me about getting more sleep. I had come down at around 5:30, because I wanted to get ahead in my homework, and I had gone to bed relatively early for a school night, 10:00. I go to bed this late because of homework.

His argument was as follows: You need around eight and a half hours of sleep. If you don't finish your homework, too bad. My argument would have been as follows: I have drama, piano lesson, drum lesson, two Jazz bands, the computer is right next to the tv, which is blasted by my mom, and I want to get honor roll in 8th grade at least once or twice. He didn't care.

So is this good parenting? Is this good advice from anyone? I mean, if you're me, or if you're you, what would your priorities be, homework? Or is it sleep? I want to know the answers to these question real soon, because I don't have priorities yet, due to my music obsessiveness, but I need good grades to get good classes in High School, when it counts, and if I get good grades in good classes I'll get to go in better college and all the crap. Would sleep compromise that (Don't know if I'm using the work "compromise" correctly >.>), or is it not a contributing thing at all? There's always time for sleep over the weekend.

And some would argue that sleep means being more efficient in school, doing your homework better, but one hour of sleep really doesn't do all that much. If you got one more hour of sleep, that's one more hour of boredom you won't have to suffer through with homework. That's all it is. And then the homework that you missed you'll have to do the next morning/during school, and I don't have a Study Hall period half the time until last period, which is NO HELP AT ALL.

So is my will to get into a good college starting in middle school a good thing? Should I just not care about middle school and wait until I get to high school to care? Should I murder the STUPID BIPOLAR MS. LAWLER?!?!?!?!?! RAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

Well, you can leave your response down in the doobly-doo below. In my pants. Aaaand on a brighter note, it's Becca's (one from school) 13th birthday! YAAAAAAYYYYYYYY! Apparently she turned 13 at 2:30... hhrrrrmmm >.>

Anyhoosle.

Forever yours,

-Alex

Yah, I know her IRL. WHAT IS THAT?!?!?

Alright. Hi thar. I hazn't updated my blog in a while because I hazn't anything toblog about. I think I may be successful in blogging today, as in the past I've been constantly giving up on the blog or getting distracted. But NOT TODAY my dear friends (no one)!!

Okay, so I am a Nerdfighter. I am constantly chatting with many nerdfighters about THE strangest things, and it's enjoyable and stuff, BUT. Today I was hanging out with a lot of people, three people that I WENT to the library with, and I ran into a lot of people I knew also. And I realized how easy it is to hang out with them, actually running away, actually feeling pain, actually having fun, and I also realized how typing in a computer can get really boring really fast. I went through the *using asterisks is exactly the same as doing the real thing* phase when I was eight, and it slowly crawled to it's death, and I think it just shriveled up and died at my feet.

So anyway, what is better? Someone who has so many friends on the internet, but you really can't hear them laugh and see their faces and hear their voice? Sure there's skype and all, but that's through a screen, it's not the same, not even slightly. And yes, people will argue that it is, you can still see them and hear them, and only a perve would say that feeling them is vital also. But it's not that, it's the fact that you can't actually like, be romantic and hold hands, or be really friendily pissed at a friend and chase them around throwing a steel toed boot at them, and you can't actually glomp someone from behind and twirl them around. You can't do that, and that is the vital part also, the actual interaction involving how you feel when you walk around with them, and buy snacks and see a movie. It's really, quite quite different.

So anyway, when I was eight, I had a best friend online. She was like, ten billion years older than me, but we were still WICKED BUDDIES. And we were on Runescape, which was sort of virtual everything. You could kill stuff together, and shoot monsters, and mine for gold, and do all that crap. But it was virtual. So that's another question: Does that make up for all of the interaction? Does that depend on how you feel interaction actually works? How DO you think it works?

So I knew this person very tightly for a long time, I actually still know her. Except now we text, and we email, we don't play nerdy games. Would that be considered "moving on?" There are so many questions to do with technology, and that really truly is because we haven't even SLIGHTLY figured technology out yet. No one knows the answers to these question FULLY and CLEARLY. Every can say yes or no, anyone can build up on their answer, even every extensively, but there are so many factors, so many little tiny crevices in your hypothesis, and so many in the actual answer. The evolution of technology just took a GINORMOUS jump from here to WAY OVER FREAKING THERE, and we can't catch up to it at all. It's moved on yo how we move around and do stuff in real life, to how we move around and do stuff virtually.

Me being a nerd of course, I go on the computer just as much as I go outside, which is quite a lot, one or two or three hours. And it used to be that I was on the computer all day long. Is that the evolution right there, will people get tired of technology? Will people stop trying to catch up to it? People say that history is always doomed to repeat itself, but things get bigger and the planet your on stays the same size, and soon enough it won't be able to withstand it. Even that can be enlarged exponentially, aliens looking at our planet and saying the same thing. But soon it will spread through out the solar system, maybe even, far far far away, a galaxy. It will build, and you can call it history repeating itself, but the object in which is being destroyed by living inhabitants will eventually get bigger and bigger and the object will eventually be the galaxy, andn it will have consumed itself.

So is this only a 14-year-old's theory? Os is it truth? Anyone who reads this, good luck understanding it. But until next time,

Always yours,

-Alex

PS- That wasn't me being crazy by the way, although I phrased it like that. It's just me thinking about what MIGHT happen, not what will. Sorry bout that...

Homework. LIKE, HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IhatehomeworkIhatehomeworkIhatehomework I would go on, but y'see..... That would not be entertaining.

WHY DOES HOMEWORK EXIST YOU ASK? I'LL TELL YOU WHY HOMEWORK EXISTS! IT'S TO MAKE ADOLESCENTS BE SAD AND MAD AND MAKE THEIR LIFE MISERABLE JUST SO YOU CAN HAVE A HIGH TEST GRADE SO YOUR TEACHER WILL GET PAID MORE BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THEY DO IT, DON'T DENY IT, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HOMEWORK IS FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On a brighter note: I don't like talking about homework. I need to talk about homework. But I don't like to. Because homework makes everything EXPLODE into millions upon billions upon trillions upon quadrillions upon quintillions of tiny little fragments of nothingness because nothingness is nothing not anything. That is what I will turn into, if I don't finish my homework, because my history teacher HATES ME and she is shorter than me and is bipolar. Not really, she just has short man's syndrome.

Brief explanation: Short man's syndrome is when short people get mad very easily. Some signs and different types of this are very buff and strong short people trying to get mad and pick at fight at a tall person, when the tall person can simply just push them off. Very frustrating if you're short.

BACK TO HOMEWORK. Who out there has homework? Who hates it? Who thinks it is a very productive way to spend your time? Who LOVELZ it? Who loves all of my millions of question marks? Who loves my use of the sound "illion" kajadabilltakilltaningtacheelmekratillion times in this post? Who has a very good name for another blog that my buddy is making?

LIKE REALLY. She NEEDS a name, just like I NEED (want) to be tall. And not have homework. AND THAT IS A LOT OF NEED. And I DON'T STALK HER. IN CAPS LOCK.

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I am so tired I can't think. I CANNOT think. Straight. Or gay. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M DEVIOUS! Really, I'ma nerdfighter, gay marriage is a good idea to show off that GAY PEOPLE CAN ACHIEVE JUST AS MUCH AS STRAIGHT PEOPLE CAN! *hi-fives homosexual people* Anywayz, back to girls. I mean what? >.> Now, a shoutout to all the people that follow my blog without having a blogspot, but just randomly check my blog sometimes. And the people that follow my blog.

ALICE! LUNA! TIZZY! DEVON! HI PEEPS! THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME RANT ALL OVER THIS DISGUSTING PAGE! Now goodnight ladies and gentlemen, and the other people that will happen upon this blog of mine,

All and Forever yours,

Alex

A Short Magic; Chapter one (or part of it)

It was a cool fall day, and the leaves were blowing from the trees onto the grass, on which lay a certain Luna Lovegood. The wind flowed through her beautiful long blonde hair, and continued carrying leaves onto the fluff ball that was her dog, Squire. There Luna lay, staring into the cloudless blue fall sky, completely still except for the occasional twitch of the hand to catch a passing leaf. Her eyes drooped and closed ever so gently, and she could sense only through sound. A wet sweaty dog tongue licked her lips several times. Eventually, the unpleasant feeling stopped, followed by footsteps that disappeared through the noisy leaves, and they were replaced by the gusting air.

Luna was thinking, thinking about the fall, thinking about the leaves, and her all stress fell into the ground underneath her. She thought not of the 8th grade homework missing her inside, but of people, friends, and memories. Her mind slowly filled with memories, from when she eight years old, from the accident, from the boy. Her mind then slowly crawled over to happier times to her 6th grade teacher, and her special talents that she couldn't control. She was a teenage girl, fourteen years old. She had memories and experience.

Her feet slowly took her up her front steps and up her staircase, without her being aware of it until halfway up the stairs. She realized she was going into her room, the room that she shared only with herself, not even her father. The house echoed as she climbed up the stairs, and she plopped on her bed with a dull thud as her head hit the laptop. The red cover shined into her eyes, and she drearily opened the cover to start the long process of homework.

Her soft fingers brushed upon the mouse and pressed down hard in frustration. The windows and tabs - her homework is what needed to be done, not a nerdfighters chat. There was a video chat there as well; someone seemed to be playing to one of her favorite songs, Sexy Sadie, by The Beatles. She loved the Beatles. John Lennon was much better than the singers nowadays in her opinion. If there was a contest between Justin Beiber, Lady Gaga, Will.I.Am, and John Lennon, John Lennon would beat them like a nerd "nomz" on a sandwich.

That was another thing of hers - nerds. She was a nerd herself; a book nerd. If you spelled "spelled," "spelt," she would slap you and knee you and give you pain and then tape a paper to cover your entire face saying the word spelled right in big enormous letters written in a Sharpie.

Sorry that was so short guys, I have homework to do and it's 9:13.

Yours Forever,

-Alex

Guy-hott and Girl-hott? What's the difference?

I know what the difference is! Girls get to be sexy! Wait, do guys get to be sexy also? That would be odd.

Okay, on a more direct not to the subject above for this epic blog of epic epicness, me and my buddy Alice were talking about very awkward things, for example, what makes a guy hot and a girl hot. And she asked me, "Like girl-hot... but a dude.... like super ... handsome. I guess." Yes, she is a very ....-y one, but how does that work? Do guys have *thinking of a serious way to put it* I can't think of any serious way to put it *can't think of any serious way to put it* If you couldn't tell from the asterisks. But for all those guys out there, you can complete my sentence. Do guys have--- Yah. Because they don't!

Now, to delve even deeps into this awkward (VERY) awkward conversation (with myself, again *sigh*), what do guys think makes a girl hot? Is it the figure? That's sexiness and hottness. So then what's cute? Their face? HAHA! EUREKA! One who thinks someone is cute: They are easy too look at straight in the eye. One who thinks another is hott: It are much to easy to look at THEIR WHOLE BODY. *not awkward at all*

SO if that's so, now that I've pointed that out, would me calling a girl cute be an insult to them? Would they be like, "UH! I'm so insulted! You don't like my figure? Is it not cervical enough??" Or would they appreciative ones be like all blushy and make them even cuter? And really, when guys say cute girls look even cuter when they're angry; IT'S TRUE. Get over it, ladies. You can't get mad at a guy without slapping them, or they'll start laughing =P It's true.

I mean really, this blog isn't supposed to be about girls. And guys. And their UH-UH "wants and needs," as Dylan so kindly puts it.

But it seems to be?

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AND on the topic of teens being incredibly confused about their UH-UH wants and needs, I was incredibly happy/even more confused today. I'm not gonna tell you why because that would be very weird. Like, yah. Aaaaaand I got to skip a lot of classes because of state testing. YOU HEAR THAT KIDS? It's learning time!

Be absent in state testing when you get into Junior High and High School. You will then be able to SKIP other classes the next week, therefore allowing you to get away with... um. Nothing. >.> Because I always do all my homework... DON'T JUDGE ME! Also, I'm not sure why, but I'm particularly spazzy today. I'm usually not spazzy. But I am. I woooooooooooonder whyyyyyyyyyy.... ((DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN *thunder claps, little girls screaming*)) hardyharharhar.

Actually, I have to keep talking about the subject, because that's one of my "rules." Because I love rules that much *sarcasm*. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SARCASM IS YOU'RE A SNOTTY TISSUE. That's my new thing, a snotty tissue.

Now to CUT OUT all of these very very very very short paragraphs, what makes a guy hott? Looking on the covers of magazines, there seems to be many sides to girls calling guys hott. Like Johnny Depp is the sexiest man alive? *shudders* Well there seems to be a pattern; stubbly beard, big abs, no distortions in the face. *shudders again* Glad I got that part over with. Anyway, that is who all the girls drool over. Is that any the same as what guys feel makes a girl good-looking? Leave your answers to all of these beautiful beautiful questions, down BELOW, whoever reads me blog ((no one)). I'm always gonna remind myself that. And also, to anyone who's generous enough, give me some ideas for the blogs I write, because I can't think of everything to cover.

Let's talk more about this luvvy duvvy stuff - LatAR. Until then-

Just for You,

-Alex

A Boring Post.

Actually, I don't know if this post is going to be boring, but I'm actually just going to state what's on my mind. And stuff.

Well, at first I was gonna write about confessions, but then I thought that I just posted something about love anyway. So then I was like "Religion!", but then I didn't want to insult anyone with my views. And then I was like "Politics!", but again, I don't want to make anyone feel bad or stuff like that. Guess what YOU just lost? THE GAME!

Anyway, I was going to write about confessing to people your "true feelings," because confessing to people kills if they don't have the same feelings for you as you do for them. I thought of this because I'm incredibly confused between two people. And the two people will probably read this blog, but whatever. I just need to write something down somewhere, and I feel it's my blog. Because people actually read my blog. Not really. I just like telling myself that...

But like.... One lives near me and one lives far away. And I know they both like me-ish-sort of. Both of them are -ish-sort of, also. And I know that I can choose one.... But WHO? Help me! Down in the comments! Please! With an exclamation mark! Yah!

Anyway, I can bore you with that later. I was also thinking about Twitter, about how it works and how the variety of people use it and stuff. And some people update their Twitter EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE YEAR. Which is odd. *mood changes*

So now to finish up this very very random blog, that's been relatively short for me, I will give a shoutout to LUNA LOVEGOOD! Sorry I couldn't make your story yet, I'll do that soon ((homework)). Yeah, me and Luna are tight. She's of course, a witch. But I'm gonna write a good narrative about her on my blog. So YES! Goodbye, my friends.

Yours Forever,

Alex

A Heart-full of Love, or a Body-full of Love?

HOLY SHIZZ I AM SICK! Actually, I only have a cold, but I was wicked tired and didn't get any sleep and was/is highly contagious, so I stayed home. Awesomeness, really. So now I am sitting here, bored, eating Deli-Fresh Turkey from the container and occasionally feeding some to my dog (who just walked away because I wasn't feeding him any). Quite boring really. And then I realized, "OMG I have a blog and a Twitter and a Nerdfighter's page! Why am I so bored?" So I updated my Twitter and no Nerdfighters were talking, so I decided to update my blog.

And here I am now! Amazing, right? I was just reading someone else's collab blog actually, and it was this forward that I had actually gotten on my phone a few months ago. It's the one that says:

id you know kissing is good for you?

Did you know that ALL guys love it when girls wear their jackets?

Did you know that only a bf/gf will cry in front of you?

Did you know that girls love it when you hug them around the waist?

Did you know that guys think it is cute when you mess up in front of them?

And so on and so forth. And it was interesting because this person says that those are right. And I was reading, and most of these are girls trying to flirt with you, and a lot are just weird forward facts. But I also thought, is this how girls think? Because as EVERYBODY in the worldaverse knows, guys have absolutely no idea how girls think. And this gave me a hint.

Now that I delve deeper into this, all girls don't think the same way. Is this the way that the "girly-girls" think, the ones that swear a lot and want love, but replace love with physical-ness (physical-ness??) because that's what they think will give them love? Is that how they think? And then there are some girls who understand better, who know that romance and emotion are the real love. The two are very very very VERY VERY VERY different things. Which would YOU prefer? Waking up and knowing that you have a girl/guy that loves you, or waking up and knowing that your girl/boyfriend will give you love if you touch them and stuffz (YOUKNOWWHATIMEAN DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME)?

Personally, I prefer the first. Because that just feels a lot better. To me. I don't know about you, because I don't stalk you.

Or do I...?

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Wow, I can even incorporate that into an odd love-filled conversation (with myself?) like this one. That's sad =D. But the point is, love is not immediate physical affection, it's being able to put up with love without the physical affection. It comes when you're ready, and some people are more ready then others. But it won't always come when necessary nowadays. Which is the problem.

Well, think on the bright side, at least you won't have to get set up with a marriage unwillingly, like you had to way back when!

Well, all of that deepness brings me to the question: Which do you prefer? And what do you think all-together about love?

Forever yours,

-Alex

Vlog!

We made a new vlog! Me and Devon. Here's an intro, if anyone's interested.



Forever yours,

Alex

LA MUSICA DE AWESOME

OMG AWESOME SONG GUISE! Yeah, I've been there MANY times. Like, a lot. Just like everyone. But really, what makes a song awesome? Is it a pounding bass? Is it the rhythm, the person, the voice? The melody? IT'S  A MYSTERY!

Personal opinion: As an extreme musician, I think the combination of melodics of rhythm are the best. In an alternative-or-rock-or-indy-rock-or-anything-like-that song, I think an epic chorus, or just the right TEMPO (for you people who don't know what that means, it's the speed of the song) in a song. And a little bridge-type thing. Or a slow part. A FORMULA TO AN EPIC SONG RIGHT THERE *hint hint*

CAPS LOCK.

Haha, I'm funny right? Yeah no.

So anyhoosleydoosley (interesting?), music to me is a very intra cit piece of awesome. ALSO on the subject of music, what do you think of classical music/Jazz/rap/country/all-those-very-odd-kinds-of-music? Me being a drummer, I find playing to Jazz is fun kinda, but there are rarely and words to sing along to. Very... FRUSTRATING. And Jazz focuses a lot on the music and variety of everything. I think that's why a lot of people like more rock now, because the pounding bass is very simple and easy to head bang to and stuff (head-banging isn't sexual?). Because people are getting stupider and stupider xD hehehehe joking.

Alternative and Indy rock don't really have a solid 2-and-4 bass very often though, which is cool. Lots of alternative actually has crazy odd drumming (which is the base of a song pretty much) that's hard to follow... But it's still easy to dance to. Which is cool that music like that has evolved. That has LYRICS! Hehe. I guess lyrics is another thing about songs, because people love singing to music, not making really weird voices with your mouth trying to make the sound of a trumptet =P. It's another contributing factor I guess.

Anyway, you can put YOUR* personal opinion down in the comments! Because I love feedback.

Forever yours,

-Alex



*After all, where would I be without you?

Yeah, we're totally going out. Uh-huh.

URGH.  =( Today was sadness. My girlfriend was confused, and I had to tell her personally today that... I wanted to BREAK UP! OH MAH GOSHPANTS! Yeah, I tried yesterday =P Didn't work to well.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE SUBJECT oooooffff....

Relationships. Dreadful, right? Yes, I'm an ambitious little 14 year old dude. But yeah, I've never really understood what they mean before you're like, 20... Is it seeing your current girlfriend/boyfriend (I think I'll call it a theyfriend) Is is seeing you current theyfriend as a spouse? Or is it finding out who to date and who note to date as a spouse? Or is it just for fun nowadays? I really don't have a personal opinion, but I chose well and find out what happens. it's all about SUSPENSE. At least for me.

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Don't tell anyone...

Suspicious, right?

IT'S NOW A CLICHE! hahaha, I am a cliche maker. But I mean really, why go through all this happiness if it ends in sadness? Is it worth it? Would you read a great book if it had a horrible ending? Sometimes it ends okay. Not bad or good. Or maybe towards the end it just gets worse and worse. I don't know what it is, but I just want to know if you think it's worth it. Comments would be APPRECIATED even though I'm talking to no one >.<

Wish you all the best! Ish! Mostly!

-Alex

NerdFighters

A Nerdfighter. What are they? What do they do? IT'S A MYSTERY! I'm actually talking to one right now. Very interesting group of people. I'm a Nerdfighter, I'm proud of it!

Now what are they? Well, they're people who have heard of NerdFighteria from either a friend who watches or from you who watches BROTHERHOOD 2.0. I heard it from the latter. Nerdfighters are people who "fight against suck" and "fight for awesome." Which is totally awesome. I think it's a very creative idea because then you can express your INNER AWESOME! And talk to people and stuff. Except me being in 8th grade doesn't help that much, because you have so much homework, you can't even imagine. But you can always find time to squeeze in talking to all those nerds on NerdFighterdom. Nerdfigherdom? odd...

ALSO, my favorite channel youremakingmenervous also has a lot of nerd fighters on there as well! Which is totally awesome, because now I can stalk them all more...

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IT'S A TRADEMARK DON'T JUDGE ME! hahaha, I'm a nerd. And no, I don't stalk people, I live out in the boondocks. Which is New Hampshire. Because New Hampshire is obviously boondocks? I don't even know what the boondocks are. I heard the word when I was in like, 5th grade, and then I heard it in some manga that I LOVE which is Fullmetal Alchemist. And I was like WHAT DOES THAT---

Wow I get distracted easily. ha. ha. ha. I'm funny.

ANYWAY I think to all those who don't read my blog, which is everyone, BECOME A NERD FIGHTER! BECAUSE WE ARE MADE OF AWESOME! And I have no idea how to get that badge on my blog >.<

I wish you all the best of days!

-Alex

MIDNIGHT

MIDNIGHT. Isn't it creepy? Especially when you're in the center of town the the bell goes RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING time twelve... Actually, bells go bong.... Y'know, I'm supposed to be doing homework..... But my parents are UNAWARE OF THAT FACT so I'll type random things about being up late at night.

I've always thought that staying up till five was messed up, until I tried it... It was a party, right after a dance, and me and my friend Matt had stayed up until five oclock in the morning, and it was very odd. When you stay up you have this feeling that you can't get rid of, and that's always why you stay up. Or the exact opposite, your mind is wandering too much. But when you stay up until FIVE IN THE MORNING it's kind of hard to think at all at that point, and process that it's actually tomorrow. My particular feeling was me dancing with some girl I had a crush on....

"Hey Matt, guess what?"

"What?"

"I danced with Nicole."

"Nice."

It went on for hours. He finally said:

"Hey Alex, guess what?"

"What?"

"I DANCED WITH YOUR FREAKING EX!!!!"

"um."

Yeah, he was kind of annoyed... but you get the point.. You stay up because there's always a feeling you can't really shake until you either figure it out, or it is figured out and you need to find out what to do with it... Or at least that's why I stay up. Never purposely... Unless I'm at a party. But yeah. And sometimes there's school the next day, and you don't get ANY SLEEP whatsoever, and your brain is wicked messed up because you're not even tired in school at all. Which brings me to the point of:

Why would anyone be so stupid as to stay up until five on a "school night?"

Well.... Up above.... And you're just stupid. which everyone is at times.

I just felt really pointless all of a sudden...

Let's talk about something ELSE! GIRLS! hehehehe..... I mean PEOPLE! Actually let's save that for another time, I have to go work on some HOMEWORK THAT I HATE BECAUSE I HATE HOMEWORK!

Wish you all a happy day!

-Alex

This is not about me.

HI! My name is ktmouse. Even though you know my real name..... Which is Alex WILL.I.AM (I hate him) Sandin. But I hate my name. So call me Ktmouse. Or Alex. I don't really care...

Stuffz about me!

I LURV making weird noises with my mouth.. Like saying yesh and lurv and DEWD TOWTALLY MAN! It somehow gives me a pleasure.... It's hard to describe. ANOTHER THING! Is that I hope that blogging will please me inner..... dude. Because he likes talking. A lot. To random people off the side of the road. I will literally walk up to a beggar, give him a scrap of bread, and then start talking to him about algebra. And he'll just stare back with a blank face.... Pretty much saying, "dude, get away from me... Are you even a dude?" It's the mixture of confusion and... some word I can't think of.

I have long hair! Like, longer than yours. I have no doubt that my hair is longer than yours. It is WAY too long, and it reminds me of some old lady offering me a little change purse at the dump the other day. I walked away awkwardly.... I have long hair because some cute little girl came up to me when I was in 4th grade and said "Do you donate your hair?" And I had no idea what she was talking about... Until I realized that one of my soon-to-be friend's brother had passed because of cancer. So I decided to donate my hair to cancer patients.

I like ranting. Well, you wouldn't really consider it ranting, until I was half-way through, in which you would want my disgusting girly voice to stop talking. And that would be half-way through. I also like.... saying "like." Unintentionally. I kinda hate it when people say like a lot, and I also hate hypocrites, so if you were smart you'd think I would hate myself... but I don't. WEIRD RIGHT?!?!?! No. Not weird.

I LOOOOOVE youtube's youremakingmenervous, because everyone is so funnyyyyyyyyyy! Especially Lois..

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Don't tell anyoooone...

Suspicious, right?

Anyhoosle.

I feel that the Interwebz (haha, I'm a nerd right?) keeps me connected... And I have a lot of friends there. I mean here. >.< Whatever... But I also have this 18 year old friend who has ALL OF HER FRIENDS on the internet. Like, over in Egypt and Germany and Canada and Columbia and ME! New Hampshire. Because New Hampshire is awesome.

>.< DON'T DENY IT! >.<

I'm also short. I'm as short as maybe..... someone as short as I am. Which is way too short for someone who's 14.... Wait, I'm 14?! OH MAH GOSHPANTS! Yeah, I also have lots of energy at times. Like now. I used to be hyper every day, because y'know, I was a kid, but now I'm kinda relaxed and stuffz except when I'm EXCITED! Like I am now. Because I've discovered the secret of the BLOG in which NO ONE READS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY except me. But I feel like lots of people are reading this... Because it's on the internet. But really.... No one could care less on the internet what some weird short long haired dude has to say about his life. Like me. This would be incredibly boring if I were reading this and it was someone else's.

I think maybe I should stop typing... Because if I type any more than you'll fall on your keyboard drooling and asleep and then hit some random button that makes the whole world explode!!!!!! I'll tell you more about me without as much depth.... when I don't have homework. Which is never. But whatever.

THAT RHYMED!!!!!

"best wishes" (LOIS!!!!!!)

um. Yeah. Bye.