Hello!
If you are reading this, then you have followed a link from my new blog.
This is my old blog. I started it on August of 2009, and finished it on August of 2010. Almost a full year. Alas, it has been retired at its prime, but it was a necessary task.
My old blog has 22 posts, written in no particular pattern, or in any particular order. Some posts are pointless rants that make no sense. Others are completely meaningless. But a few posts are actually worthy enough for you, the reader and follower, to read. Bellow are links to specific posts that I believe are worth the read. Not only do I consider the posts bellow are worth reading, but the readers of this blog have also given me feedback about which ones are worth mentioning, and which ones to ignore.
If you wish to read any other post not on the list, you can locate them to your right. I would suggest sticking to the list. The rest is all a bunch of crap.
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2010:
Blast from the Past: A look at what my thoughts were as a young Sophomore in higschool, and what my life was like back then...
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2010/08/blast-from-past.html
Waste of Life: Technological vices in today's society.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2010/07/waste-of-life.html
Fear: My secret and what I do about it.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2010/07/fear.html
Butts County: A true story of my travels to Ohio, and what I saw while going there.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2010/07/butts-county.html
Paranoid: A look at what the internet has become, and how it freaks me out.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2010/06/paranoid.html
Language: My personal favorite. A look at an important part of the English language that I feel has been deliberately ignored by educators in modern society.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2010/03/language.html
2009:
New Email: I get a new email, and then I get real hypocritical.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2010/03/language.html
Reason and Emotion: A must read. I take a look at why we do things, and why robots are bad.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2009/11/reason-and-emotion.html
M: The true story of my first love.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2009/09/m.html
My first Entry: exactly how it sounds. It also explains where I got the idea for the name of this blog, in case you were wondering.
http://aerlenbach.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-entry-im-so-proud.html
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Monday, August 16, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Blast from the Past
So I figured out how to change the name of my blog. Remember when I said that I got a new email in the post "New Email"? I'm original... Well I have to log in to my old one on order to change the name. But since I don't like that one, and I already said I'd do it anyway, I plan on making a whole new blog once I go off to college. I will then have a link in every new post on there that goes back to this blog.
Anyway.
So I was rummaging through my old school stuff and I stumbled upon my journal from 10th grade. Back when I was a dinky little Sophomore, my English teacher told all of us we had to write a one-page journal about anything we want. This was my first blog. Although I guess it was just called a log? Because it was with paper and pencil instead of a keyboard and wifi? I don't know... So I started reading my old journal, and came to realize that this stuff is pure gold if I can put it on my blog! There's like 10-15 entries on there, and I would really love to use at least 5 of them. I do not, however, want to put any of them in my new blog, and since I only have about 2 weeks until the creation of my new blog, I'm gonna hafta start cranking these babies out.
This was my first entry, written in August of 2007. I will keep the ideas as a whole, but I do plan on changing parts of it, and adding to the ideas because I was a very bad writer back in those days, and I only had to fill up one page of a Composition notebook...
Journal
Entry 1
8/29/2007
Every day I get made fun of. I have been called things, been insulted, and have received various nicknames over the course of my lifetime that I wish to keep to myself for the time being. Although such treatment toward certain people may push them to the edge, my feet always stay firmly on the ground. This is because, over the course of my life, negative feedback of a mocking nature has lost all of its strength when it heads my way. Ever since I was small, my three older sisters tortured me with their sarcastic comments and hurtful statements. But I grew from their torture. I grew into a person that I will never change from.
I have come to the conclusion that people make fun of other people for one reason, and one reason only. To make them feel better about themselves. Now this reason can branch off into any number of sub-categorical reasons, such as: trying to point out a flaw in you to help better yourself, to get a laugh out of someone, and to be a jerk. They all ultimately revert back to the same primary reason. It all boils down to a self-esteem issue. Although there's nothing really wrong with people who make fun of other people. It's a common human action that has been going on for the extent of the human race. Just because someone makes fun of you, doesn't mean they're a terrible person. It's entirely possible you deserved it in the first place.
People seem to get insulted too easily these days. I don't. Unless you are a true friend, or a member of my family, nothing you say to me or about me will make me upset. Of course this has caused a bit of an inflated ego on my part, but I know you, the reader, haven't figured that out yet...
End of entry one.
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Anyway.
So I was rummaging through my old school stuff and I stumbled upon my journal from 10th grade. Back when I was a dinky little Sophomore, my English teacher told all of us we had to write a one-page journal about anything we want. This was my first blog. Although I guess it was just called a log? Because it was with paper and pencil instead of a keyboard and wifi? I don't know... So I started reading my old journal, and came to realize that this stuff is pure gold if I can put it on my blog! There's like 10-15 entries on there, and I would really love to use at least 5 of them. I do not, however, want to put any of them in my new blog, and since I only have about 2 weeks until the creation of my new blog, I'm gonna hafta start cranking these babies out.
This was my first entry, written in August of 2007. I will keep the ideas as a whole, but I do plan on changing parts of it, and adding to the ideas because I was a very bad writer back in those days, and I only had to fill up one page of a Composition notebook...
Journal
Entry 1
8/29/2007
Every day I get made fun of. I have been called things, been insulted, and have received various nicknames over the course of my lifetime that I wish to keep to myself for the time being. Although such treatment toward certain people may push them to the edge, my feet always stay firmly on the ground. This is because, over the course of my life, negative feedback of a mocking nature has lost all of its strength when it heads my way. Ever since I was small, my three older sisters tortured me with their sarcastic comments and hurtful statements. But I grew from their torture. I grew into a person that I will never change from.
I have come to the conclusion that people make fun of other people for one reason, and one reason only. To make them feel better about themselves. Now this reason can branch off into any number of sub-categorical reasons, such as: trying to point out a flaw in you to help better yourself, to get a laugh out of someone, and to be a jerk. They all ultimately revert back to the same primary reason. It all boils down to a self-esteem issue. Although there's nothing really wrong with people who make fun of other people. It's a common human action that has been going on for the extent of the human race. Just because someone makes fun of you, doesn't mean they're a terrible person. It's entirely possible you deserved it in the first place.
People seem to get insulted too easily these days. I don't. Unless you are a true friend, or a member of my family, nothing you say to me or about me will make me upset. Of course this has caused a bit of an inflated ego on my part, but I know you, the reader, haven't figured that out yet...
End of entry one.
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