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