You know those tiny little things that seem to creep up on you out of nowhere? Emotions that seem to hide under rocks in the back of your mind that beep consistently letting you know they are there but explode when you get close, just like a landmine in fallout 3. Some sort of feeling that borders on nostalgia mixed with being scared shitless of the future, all the while your proud of what you have done? I dont think these feelings have a descriptive word.
I got through the first quarter of it all. I am one fourth done and it feels so good, to be approaching the midway point at such a rapid pace. Before I had such a hard time seeing past the 2 years it would take to finish what I started, and all the people who figured I wouldnt finish (including my best friend) what I started; their words stuck and stuck hard. But the more time passes, the more I get through with the help of amazing people who have placed their faith in me, I cant lie makes me feel great. Their faith, consistant and progressive, it fills me with motivation when I am not motiviated to do anything else. That faith is a gift that even after all I have said, all I say, all I have done and I all I do, is there and if anything else is stronger than ever.
But thats not to say I am not scared. Oh fuck no, I am terrified of whats coming! Tests, Exams, Applications, and Denial letters. And thats just the application process next year. I have the rest of the school year to finish off but there is not a single part of me that is afraid of that. Summer session will come and pass, then I will be a senior. I wont pretend that I am not sick to my stoumach with fear for college. New people, big cities, hard classes, and teachers I dont really have the option to blow off. But I am sure I can do it.
Well I seem to have gotten distracted so time to publish
This is the most baseless, rambling, mac-hating trash I have ever heard!
“If there was no Windows Operating system, there would have been no Mac OSX because if you compare in depth its just a clone of Windows operating system”
NONONONNOONOONNO. Windows XP SP1 had little to NO useful out of box applications (as I remember Windows Movie Maker wasnt released until SP2 BUT I may be wrong) many of the features that make OSX, OSX, are the iLife applications that make the OS useful.
I was soooo worried about failing this class, but I passed with a C that is totally leaning on a B. I did alright and I am very proud of myself. Time to party!
I am concidering a Competition AMV for the combo of [STILL ALIVE:Junkie XL Radio Remix] + [LARA CROFT: TOMB RAIDER - UNDERWORLD]
I have the game and a new Graphics Card so I am toying with the concept of recording the game outright and working on something through it.
On that note, Underworld is totally awesome, I mean once you get past the typical frustrations of a game with Lara in it. (WHY DOES THE CAMERA MOVE LIKE THAT)
I feel obligated to come up in here and defend my tastes in music. The world is full of jams, yet somehow one kind of jam is better than another beacuse it has a deeper meaning and political purpose. Forgive me if I dont want deeper meaning and political purpose in most of my music. Its sort of like, Why settle for the steak when I can have ice-cream instead. It may be fattening, but I know goddamn well that I am going to be happyier with the sugary ice cream rotting my teeth than bits of steak stuck in my teeth that I think about and pick at with a toothpick for hours only to realize I was picking at swollen gumb.
The same people who jam out the the music with a political message, then swoon over the fact their music is, unlike mine, non-conformist. Then they run off to Hot-Topic to buy T-shirts from bands they don’t know and never will know. All the while I am rocking in my bedroom to Vanessa Hudgens and Miley Cyrus. I can listen to what I like, musical tastes I think are alot like sexual preference ( and never related, I also believe that if I was straight I would still love Hilary Duff.) Its a brain thing, and a Culture thing, what hits home at a young age sticks. Alot of the people I know who like Hard-core rock, were exposed to that in junior high by their parents and the group of friends they ended up with. I however had no friends besides Lizzie and Miranda in Junior High and that would explain my obession with D-pop. (lalaine and duff rock my socks off).
All I wanna hear~
Is a Simple Song~
Sing along now~
