Welcome Reader!

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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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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Waste of Life

I've been thinking a lot about buying a PS3.
I have a PS2 and a Gamecube, but I feel it's time to invest in something better.
I talked about this to my sister, but she thinks it's all a big waste of time and money.
I've decided to only invest in it if I know I'll use it for useful things.
But in the end, like most things people do, it's all just a waste of life.
Video games, computer games, cell phone games, watching non-educational TV, watching movies, practically everything we do is just a waste of time. But of course we still do these things, because if we only spent our time wisely, we'd be really really weird.

So we all have our vices. Some of us play Halo, some of us download 100 different games to our phones, and others, like myself, are addicted to Facebook. Very very addicted to Facebook. I check my Facebook maybe 10-20 times a day, depending on what I'm doing that day. I post things all the time. I spend over an hour on facebook in the course of a day. It's ridiculous. Within the last sentence I checked it another 2 times. So would I be doing a service for myself if I used Facebook less and played more videogames? Probably not. What to do then?

I want to read. I really really wish I could just pick up a book and read it for 2 hours easy. I'm just not focused enough to do that. My sisters claim I have ADHD. I don't know... I think that's just a made up problem so parents can drug their kids to get them to shut up. I don't know... I'll probably get it when I go off to College.

Speaking of which, I'm thinking I wanna change my blog. I'm starting College in a month, and I think I should make a new one, mostly because I don't like the name and want to change it. But I can't without making a whole new blog. So I think I'm gonna do that. If you want, tell me what you think, about my blog, about me making a new one, anything at all.

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Fear

I tell people that I don't live in fear. I say I do things without fear of reprocution. “I do what I want,” is a phrase that has passed through my lips a number of times. It is important to not live in fear. If fear dictates your life, you are not in control. If you are not in control, your life is meaningless. I like to believe in a philosophy of never living in fear. I do as I please, as long as it’s legal...usually. I don’t go around killing people, but I don’t let any punk push me around either.

If you, the reader, haven’t guessed it yet, I’m pretty good at articulating what I think and feel easily. I choose my words wisely, and get my point across. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean.

As I have said before, in today’s society, our personal lives and our public lives are slowly but surely merging together. With social media these days, our entire lives are revolving around the technology we so desperately need.

Then we reach a problem.

I...have a secret. Well...actually it’s not a secret at all, if you really know me. It’s a very public fact about me. And there is where we see the problem. My “secret” is something that, at this time, not very socially accepted. It is slowly becoming more and more socially accepted, but just like any social “issue,” it shall take time to break such “taboos.”

I just wonder if being so open about this secret might lead to closed opportunities, loss of friendship, or general disdain from others. This is why I’m not saying the secret on this blog post. This secret, if it were known by everyone, would mean I could not be president, could doubtfully be a congressman, and could doubtfully manage to become mayor, especially in this town...

I live in a relatively liberal state, I go to a liberal college, and I still have to keep my secret a...secret. The majority of the population that is different from me can take this specific difference and flaunt it. Use it to their advantage. Use it, even to cause trouble or even harm.
Not me. People who share my secret do no harm, although the majority disagree. We're just like everyone else, though some claim we aren't real Americans. We are strong, our numbers are increasing in yet we are told that...
I have said too much...

So what do I do? Do I come out of the proverbial closet? Or do I play it safe? Do I reveal who I really am and what I really think, or do I swallow my pride and hope that acceptance of people like me shall continue?

(BTW, no, I’m not gay. The secret is not that I’m gay. There’s a gay congressman so my congressman sentence wouldn’t make sense if that was the secret)

I guess the future is the only thing that will tell me the answer. I fear my actions as a child and young adult may ultimately lead to my (theoretical) political downfall, if I were to ever go into such things. Who knows?

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Butts County

As I write this, I am going to Ohio, via automobile, to see my grandparents, and then to Michigan to see my cousins and their awe-striking children. Half black/half white children are, in my opinion, the most good looking children on the planet.

At this very moment, I am crossing through the lovely state of Georgia, roughly 40 miles south of Atlanta and closing. Interestingly enough, we are in “Butts County.” Yes, that’s right, B-U-T-T-S county. Fascinating.

I find it interesting that a mere hundred miles or so from my home state yields such a peculiar difference in how the social norm is. I are smart.

I saw a large billboard where the biggest word on it said “STRIPPERS.” I was no longer in Florida anymore. I saw a second billboard with four attractive women surrounding the words “Liquor Store.” Another one showed a man and a woman and a website to “bestmarriage.com.” One can only imagine what that could be about. Those were the only billboards that I actually got a good enough view to see since I was too busy watching a movie. I feel that there were much more peculiar billboards around.

In this state, I have seen three broken down pickup-trucks on the side of the highway, and all three of them were pulling trailers of watermelons. We got off of the highway because the traffic was getting bad. Then, the ultimate battle of wits took its course. Me vs. my mother. She wielded her atlas. I wielded my iPhone and its GPS application. It was the war of the route. Who could find a better route? Which one would be clear, and which one would go through Main Street in some random town? My mother won out, and we will probably be about 30 minutes behind schedule, alongside the time we will lose from getting off the highway. I’m not bitter.

I just passed what appeared to be a mega-church with a truck that said on the side: “our business is souls.” You know, collecting them, indulging them, robbing them blind, selling them false hope, scaring them blind, and ultimately “protecting” them from damnation.

After seeing that, I just passed another three churches, one of them was most certainly a mega church. We then changed roads and passed 3 more churches.

We were at a stoplight, and noticed a faint smell of burning rubber and saw smoke coming out of the back of the car. We pull into a Popeye’s chicken where my mother and I eat at while my father drives to a car repair shop to assess the damage. After eating in the Popeye’s, my mother and I go to BigLots to kill time. There I see a gentleman... I can’t describe him in words, let me show you...



Lovely, I know.

So now we’re on the road once more, hopefully going to get to Ohio. I told you, my reader, about Ohio once before. ‘Tis a lovely place.

If you hadn’t already noticed, I’m not writing this entire thing all at once like usual, I’m writing it in waves, as things happen. And now I’d like to tell you about a little place located in between Georgia and Kentucky. A place called Tennessee. It’s a very interesting little state, where the dialect sometimes gets lost in translation. This was the midpoint of our journey. We stopped at a gas station there and I saw something that I can only describe to you as...interesting...



Indeed. That’s “mamy.”
Little did I know that this gas station was secretly a time machine to 1901. Classy.

The next day, we finally get on the road. Then we enter Kentucky, or as my father calls it: Ken-damn-tucky. It was boring there.

We finally reach Ohio!!!!
We stop to get gas, and a young gentleman, no younger than 17, no older than 22, was inside and needed directions to some random place in town. Well I just whip out my handy dandy iPhone, open up the maps act, and say you must know how to work this, and hand the phone to him. His look implied that I might have handed him a ticking bomb and pliers and had said “you must know how to disarm this.” I take the thing back, and type it up, and get him the directions.

We have finally reached my grandparents’ house. Hooray for no cellphone service! If you go into an AT&T store, and look at the map of coverage, there is a little tiny dot in north central Ohio that my grandparents call home. My father’s computer is, somehow, the only one that can get internet, meaning I’m still typing this in a stupid Pages document! fakjls;dfjkl;kafl;sdjkfaskfd.

My grandfather read something very true: If people found out that computers caused their arms to fall off, the would still be typing.

We cannot disconnect ourselves from the world. It’s impossible. Kids these days do nothing but log on and update their Facebook status every 3 seconds. I myself can barely stand the fact that I can’t log onto Firefox right now on my own computer. It’s driving me insane!!!

I'll finish my fun time in vacation later...

Paranoid

I got a call from my favorite sister today, sister #2, and she started talking about something called Google Reader. Which I guess is another Google offspring where you can subscribe to internet sites? Basically kinda like Twitter but with actual sites, instead of links to sites? I'm not super sure.

The slogan for Google is "don't be evil." I find that a little ironic since it practically rules the internet, a virtually limitless source of information and connectivity. It could become the most diabolical corporation in the world if it wanted to. The next BP of interneting. Hopefully Google won't blow up a website and have pixels spew out of your computer screen for 3 months straight.

I do find it rather...unnerving that one internet website has so much diverse power. Google. Gmail. Google Earth. Google Chrome. Dozens of others, including, holy shit, Blogger. Hopefully when I hit "Publish Post," the Google swat won't break through the windows and shoot me on the spot. I guess you, my reader will never know. You search for my name and "Your search - "Alex What'smylastnameagain?" - did not match any documents." pops up. My blog will disappear off of the face of existence, along side my Youtube, Facebook, Gmail, Twitter, Google wave, and the rest of my internet identity. Well, except my Myspace, because no one cares about Myspace anyway.

My sister, sister#2, says I'm paranoid because Facebook is far more evil than Google is. I guess that's true. About once a month I hear something or see something about how Facebook is breaking their policies. Then I log in and try to make things even more secure. But there's no such thing as internet privacy. That's all just an illusion. Once you log on, the wall separating your private life and your public life starts to crack, then sooner or later, it crumbles, and once it does, you can never rebuild it again. Your friends, your enemies, your ex's, your employer, and your grandma can all find out everything about you. Once you hit 'post' or 'send' or 'share,' you might as well be posting it to time square. There was an episode of 'The Office' where one character asks another "Why do you have a diary?" His response, "To keep secrets from my computer." Funny, right? But in the end, he's the lucky one who can actually keep his two identities separate. He is safer, more secure, and can keep his privacy...private!

The world we live in...

Emails getting read.
Facebooks being hacked.
Phones being tapped.
Search engine searches saved.
Texts used against you in a court of law.

I miss life back in the good days when we didn't have the internet, and people wrote letters, and we had the threat of nuclear war at every waking second. I miss those days...

Anyway, I'm gonna get some grapes. Be safe interneters, you never know when you may be typing up a facebook update, telling your 450 friends that you just got out of the shower and are no planning on ordering a pizza, and all of a sudden your identity gets stolen, and your bank accounts have dropped to zero. That's the last time you give your pin number and checking account number to the Nigerian prince that sent you that email...

What was I talking about? Oh yeah! Grapes!



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Language

The English Language is filled with interesting words.
It has plenty of words that mean the same thing. Same, similar, identical, equal, equivalent, matching, alike. These words can cause tears and triumph. They can teach, and they can terrorize.
However, there are some words that people tend to find...offensive, vulgar, profane, blasphemous, dirty, filthy, foul, nasty, sinful, smutty, wicked. These words, are what I like to call, swear words.

There are loads of swear words; bitch, hell, bastard, ass, just to name a few, and words like these are very offensive to certain people. Other people, however, do not find these words, or any "swear words" offensive in any way.

George Carlin touched on the issue of foul language with his skit "7 Words You Can't Say On Television."
"I was thinking one night about the words you couldn't say on the public airwaves, the ones you definitely wouldn't say, ever, ... so I have to figure out which ones you couldn't and ever and it came down to seven but the list is open to amendment, and in fact, has been changed, by now, a lot of people pointed things out to me, and I noticed some myself. The original seven words were, shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits. Those are the ones that will curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and maybe, even bring us, God help us, peace without honor."

Try repeating this bit in a highschool and see how fast you get a detention, or worse.

The issue of swear words has even reached the supreme court...
The Supreme Court first confronted the issue of indecent (as opposed to obscene speech, which appeals to prurient interests) in the 1971 case of Cohen v California. Paul Cohen was convicted and sentenced to 30 days in jail for wearing in a courthouse corridor a jacket which, on its back, said "FUCK THE DRAFT" The Court reversed Cohen's conviction, finding his speech protected by the First Amendment. Writing for the Court, Justice Harlan noted that "one man's vulgarity is another man's lyric" and suggested that the First Amendment protects not just the intellectual content of speech, but the emotive content as well.
http://www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/conlaw/indecentspeech.htm

Why are these words such a problem? How can words have such power to put a man in jail if they are used? How can people feel so strongly opposed to their use? One cannot simply be born with this opposition to swears. It is something drilled into the heads of individuals, most likely when the person is very young. Swear words have been taught to children to be the ultimate taboo. Plenty of children have had their mouths washed out with soap because of the slip of a swear. But why? How are they bad? What makes the word "fuck" worse than the word create? Doesn't it technically mean the same thing? "To fuck" is just another way to say "to make love." Creatures make love in order to create life. Ultimately it means the same thing. does it not? But in this world, it's the connotation that matters, not the denotation. I mean, gay means happy and fagot is a bundle of sticks, but no one cares about what things really mean. The connotation is key.

But I don't believe there is anything wrong with these words. Anyone who knows me knows that I use these "foul words" rather frequently. Why? Do I think it makes me cool? Do I think it'll make me more popular? No. I use these words because I believe that people shouldn't limit their vocabulary because of some up-tight people and their narrow-minded beliefs. I use all aspects of the English language, regardless of its connotation. We must open our minds and realize that we can not cross out the words that we find "bad." Or better yet, we cannot cross out words that other people say are bad.
This isn't North Korea.
We don't all just accept the social norm just because it's the "social norm."
We will not conform.
We will not be...sorry...getting off track.
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One can use these "swear words" without causing offense. The key is to realize that these words are not offensive to begin with. They are just words. They are only offensive if you, the listener, let yourself get offended by them. But why should you? Why should you get offended by what sound wave is produced by the vibration of some asshole's vocal chords? You shouldn't, regardless of if the words are "swears" or not, but I'll talk about that in a future post. There is no sense in taking offense to what people say. That's feeding the troll, and I resent it. Fucking trolls...

Language is a funny little devil. It's our primary form of communication, in yet in this day and age, we communicate more by staring at pixels and typing on keyboards. The world we live in...damn...

You people need to yell at me more

Jeez.
Yes, I hear your cries for a source of information on life that'll get you through your day-to-day.
Although..
I..
Am lazy.
An I can't ever remember to log on to this thing and type a new one.
You, my avid readers, must remind me more often.
Anyway.
What's been happening?
My next post is going to be about the English Language.

"Alex! You're not going to reveal your secret on how you've become so amazing at typing, language, grammar, and so-fourth, are you?"

No. Stop asking stupid questions. Idiot.

This up and coming post is about my secret favorite part about language...
Not adjectives
No, not even pronouns
My favorite type of language is what some people might call "foul, vulgar, rude, dirty, swearing, cursing, cussing, profane" language.

"But Alex, you have yet to use a single vulgar word in your entire blog! Why start now?"

I thought I told you to stop asking stupid questions!
Yes. This is true, however I have decided it is time to relinquish my secrets, and set them free in the land of Internet, where it can roam free with its brethren, like 'M,' and 'Logic and Emotion.'

Soon* I will write this Blog about language, it will be profane, and it may hurt your ears, but it will also probably rock your m*$#@&f*!◊ing world. Look for that.

*By soon, I could mean tomorrow, I could mean next Thursday, I could mean in the year 2016. If you want to hear it, I'd suggest you tell me yourself.

"But Alex, Why don't you start this monumental blog post now, instead of writing all of this crap?"

Alas, because I'm lazy and do what I want. Sorry.
Sorry this post is so boring. Super awesome posts are hard to come by.

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Holy Crap I Still Have A Blog!

WHOA!
I totally forgot about this! I haven't posted in months!
Where was I?
Did I tell you I got an iPhone? Or that I dumped that annoying French girl? Or that I fell into a vortex that has lead me to the 5th dimension?

Well non of those things are important now. The important thing is that we move on and try to make our lives better. That's what everyone wants to do, right?
And it's not too hard, although it requires some thought and some effort you know.
It requires a slight to severe grasp on economics, and a slight to gentle grasp on reality.
It's getting increasingly easy to loose touch with reality in this day and age. We have lost our foresight and ability to comprehend our actions.
One might say that society is coming to a decline, if not already declining. However, these ware the same people that tend to start their sentences with "In my day" and "When I was your age." Therefore, their opinions matter not. One might take this concept and instead of saying that society is on a downward slope, and change it to the idea that society is evolving and changing in various sorts. The next question is, is this change for the better or for the worse?
In a world where there are no secrets but the identity of the questioner...
The Formspring thrives.
http://www.formspring.me/Aerlenbach
Wrap your mind around that one.
Crap...that means I have to go back and add another thing to that stupid list of things I have...
Anyway...
Where was I?
Oh yeah, society.
Human interaction is dramatically changing.
In my opinion, for the worse.
Holding a conversation with someone is like trying to balance a knife on your nose*
*Do not try at home
Kids these days don't know anything about anything.
They can't be taught because they only memorize what they need to know to pass the test, then forget it all in a month.
They're all texting and twittering eachother, so human interaction has reached a point where THIS IS CONSIDERED YELLING.
Ironically, here I sit with a computer in my lap, typing away, not uttering a word, verbalizing my thoughts into pixels on a screen, for the only reason that this is the only outlet I have.
And there you are, sitting, either at a desk, or on a couch, or on a bed like myself, reading the pointless rantings of some random 18-year-old kid that you either don't like, don't know at all, or are related to. (hi Alison) What could you be doing? Homework? Going outside for a change? maybe having friends over or talking on the phone to improve your conversational skills. But no, here you sit, reading. And here I sit, typing, for no other reason than that it's something to do.

Perhaps we should go for a jog?


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(Insert Title Here)

This is the part when I start complaining about how crappy my life is, and how terrible things are for me.

This is the part when I talk about how another girl has played me for the fool.

This is the part when I start questioning the purpose of my life.

This is the part when I say "What's the point any more?"

This is the part when I start talking about how depressed I am.

This is the part when I complain about my teenage angst, the thing that infects countless others on this planet.

This is the part when I start asking "why is this happening to me?"

This is the part when I start begging for the reader's sympathy.

This is the part when I continue to talk about how depressed I am.

This is the part when I quote someone because I'm not smart enough to come up with original material.

This is the part when I start venting out all of my frustration because I have no other place to vent this very second.

This is the part when I say "I'm so sick of everyone's drama."

This is the part when I drown my sorrows in the lyrics of a song because I'm not clever enough to comprehend my own feelings, so I lean upon a song because of my emotional problems

This is the part when I start complaining about my pointless emotional problems...

It's amazing really, how the outcome of a single event can leave you on either an emotional high, or an emotional low. I'll let you guess on which one I'm on. These emotions cannot be trusted. Non of them do me any good. I feel I should be exempt from dealing with all the dumb stuff that every other human being on this planet has to go through, because I have the logical reasoning to break everything down into cause and effect, and other psychological reasoning. Too bad I'm trapped in the same dimension as the other 6.7 billion people on this doomed planet.
I thought I could change the rules and still thrive.
In order to succeed on this earth, you must abide by its rules.
I can't do anything without the all mighty dollar.
I can't get the all mighty dollar without the help of the evils of advertisement.
And then what? I become what I am trying to fight against. Corporate America. There is nothing worse.

How can I disrupt the established order without causing physical harm to anyone, and without long-term negative consequences? In short, how can I break the rules?

This is the part when I say something clever, and then stop typing

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Rules of the Road.

Just to let you know, this post is not really about the rules of the road, or about roads at all. It's not really about rules either, but whatever...
Apparently
Some people
Have read this
And said that it sucked
Oh wait, that's me
I just wanted to let some of my readers know some stuff about me and how I'm gonna run this show
-I update whenever I feel like it, so don't wake up early on the 3rd Wednesday of the month and say "OOH! That Alex kid wrote a NEW BLOG!" Because I probably didn't.
-Every time, in previous posts, when I said things like "I'll tell you later" and "I'll put that in another post," I was Lying! I vary rarely update things from previous posts on new posts, nor do I start up a subject that I already talked about (Rule subject to change under my discretion)
-From now on, I shall update previous posts on the post itself, that way you suckers gotta go back nd read em again to see if I changed anything. I already changed two of them, but I wont tell you which one of theM I changed.
-If you want to tell me how awesome I am, you can email me if you'd like, but that might be weird...
-What was I talking about again?
-I like comments, they make me feel loved. Show me some love.
-I encourage you all to share this blog with other people who have computers, internet connection, and know how to read.
-No, it is not too early to be writing a post about this. I already have 6 followers, I might as well be on TMZ!
-Don't judge me! Your Bible tells you not to!
-I don't know any good blogs to follow, so if anyone wants to send me a link (excluding the ones I already follow)
-The times
that I type
like this
means
that I've gone into a trans where I have to type up my thoughts as they appear in my head.
-What was I talking about again?
-I try and keep this blog clean, which is why there's little to no swearing, and I try to keep it grammatically correct, and sprelled correctly. So if you see a spelling or grammar error, let me know, so I can find out who the show-offs are on my blog.
-All of the stories I tell are 97% true!
-I like happy endingsm which is why I try to end my blog in a logical manner and not just leave you hanging mid-sente................................................................................................................................
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New Email

So I changed my email address, because it was not sophisticated enough for someone who is now a legal adult. And now I am well on my way of being a complete and utter computer nerd. I now have a Google Wave account, two emails, one Gmail, and the other AIM mail, a facebook, twitter, AIM, Skype, myspace, youtube, evernote, a blog, and probably more.
Thank goodness we have all of these technologies to make our lives easier. Too bad we have to remember all of the different login information for eevverryy one of them. And if we keep the same password, it just takes one person with luck at stroking the keys, and they're in to EVERYTHING.

People put their whole lives on the computer. It's the 21st century. It's expected. Who actually keeps a journal any more? That's why we have these lovely blogs! No one wants to keep their thoughts to themselves any more! They have to update their status, and tweet it and blog about it with their friends, or perfect strangers! We NEED to know what someone thinks about the fact that we just got home from school! We NEED to know who "Likes" the fact that we just made a ham sandwich. I swear, it's impossible to try to keep things to yourself these days. Once you hit send, or save, or publish, it's out there. You might as well post it on the TV's in Time Square, because if someone wants to get into your stuff, they can. Easy.

Isn't that why we have all of this security for our information? Isn't that why we have to do those stupid CAPTCHA things every time we reload our page? No.It's not. You're stupid. Go away.

The internet...

A great invention, one of the greatest inventions in the history of mankind. Right there next to the wheel and religious crusades. the only problem is that people are too addicted to it. I myself should be studying for a calculus test I have tomorrow, but instead I'm writing a dang blog!
And, of course, there's all the idiots on here.
Stupid people...
I could go on for DAYS about stupid people
I will one post...
But not today.
What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah! The internet!
I also hate how the government has yet to fully embrace the internet.
And by the government, I mean schools,
And by schools, I mean MY school.
Every day I have to work as if I'm living in the 70's, and the fastest computers fit into single rooms and couldn't out-compute my cellphone.
The tediousness of highschool...
Guh...
FOCUS
INTERNET
Infinite information at will of my command, or in the case of ME and my NEW iPHONE, infinite information in the palm of my hand.
My iPhone...
Wow...
It is the KING of all smartphones. All of you Blackberry people, or you Droid people, will never win out against the all-mighty iPhone. It is just too amazing.
It is the GOD of all phones.
If God was real, he'd have an iPhone...
Oops. did I just say that??


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Reason and Emotion

I have realized that there are two main categories to divide everything that someone does, thinks, or says. The categories are "Logic" and "Emotion."
Everyone tries to think logically, instead of senseless.

It's the logical thinkers who built Rome, created the internet, and put man on the moon.
It's the emotional thinkers who had sex and gave birth to those logical ones.

It's a never ending battle between logic and emotion.

Logic lets you survive, but Emotion lets you live.

No one can ever live and be completely logical. That person is a robot
But no one can ever survive and be completely emotional. That person would probably run into traffic.

An educated person has logically concluded that to optimize their life to the fullest extents, they must only think logically in every situation, 100%. They're too smart for their own good...

This, however, will not allow the person to be happy. Yes, happy. An emotion. How can a logical person allow emotion to infect their plan for a logical life? Simple. We are not robots. We are human. Regardless to how much the logical thinkers hate hearing it, we are still human beings. We are incapable of programming ourselves to be completely efficient. We are still infected by the same emotions that an average twelve-year-old girl has. Although the logical thinkers are capable of suppressing some of the more unnecessary emotions, like rage, gluttony, jealousy, sadness, ect.

But sooner or later, the logical thinker will come across a situation that would make a computer start to buzz and screech "ERROR," something that just doesn't fit in a nice pattern of Zeros and Ones.
The rational thinker.. comes across Love. Maybe not love as in true love, maybe just lust, or 'liking someone' or whatever. If the logical thinker comes across such a situation, they are stumped. They have no files in their databanks to handle this new influx of raw data.
Then, suddenly, the heart, or 'emotion' jumps in to try to handle the situation.
The logical thinker can either allow this, or continue to try and maintain situation logically.
It is impossible to attempt to keep a logical mind in an emotional situation such as this.

The brick wall of reason is not the logical reaction to the open arms of love.
The emotional part of the brain continues to try to take over the situation. It knows what to do, and how to steer the person in the right direction. Continuing to ignore the emotional thoughts may lead to confusion on what to do next, or a belief that the 'emotional' thoughts being had are 'bad.'
The unfortunate result to the Rational thinker...

But then, simple. We think logically, and then whenever we get confused, we get emotional, right?
No. That's the philosophy of a Sixth-Grader.
One must create a balance of logic and emotion to be truly happy. They must always keep their emotions in check, but not completely caged up. Emotions are useful from time to time. Shocking. And thinking with pure logic only leads down bad roads. Have you ever seen the movie iRobot? Yeah, that's what'll happen.
Vicki the Robo-brain: "My Logic is undeniable."
Will Smith: "You have so got to die."

I know first hand what it's like dealing with both kinds of people, one of my parents is a logical thinker, and one of my parents is an emotional thinker. The logical one usually gets his way, since he evokes reason in the argument that she cannot deny. This works most of the time. Then, other times, all she has to do is delve into her emotional thought processor and make her emotions apparent, and she will get her way easily. The logical thing is to let the emotional one have what she wants, to lower the risk of further emotional trauma.
Sometimes, he, the emotional thinker, doesn't budge so easily, resulting in, what we'd like to call, a fight.*
*I may or may not have swapped him/her to keep the true identity of the parents hidden.

There are serious problems that people have when they can't properly balance their feelings with their logic. Various things can occur. The person may go into s temper tantrum, the person may go into the "I don't know" phase, where the battle of logic and emotion reaches its peak. People generally enter this phase when they are thinking about Love, and the things surrounding Love. People attempt to put logic into Love, the one place that logic does not belong.
A man hops on a plane to go hundreds, if not thousands of miles to visit his ill mother. There is no calculated logic in the reasoning of these actions. The actions are based on Love.
You know that phrase "the heart wants what it wants"? Well that's translated into "My emotional processors have overridden the logical ones and have now exclaimed that they desire something that logically makes little to no sense." Roles off the tongue, yes?
The important thing to note is that if you reach a phase of continually repeating "I don't know" about something having to do with a boy or a girl or a man or a woman or whatever, the 'logical' thing to do, is to divert the logic receptors in your processor, and allow the emotion program to start controlling the situation.

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Alex Goes to Ohio; Writes a blog about it.

Part One: Friday
My dad got us tickets to the OSU-Minnesota game a month ago, and this weekend, we flew up to Ohio. Before we hopped onto the plane, I went to the crappy convenient-store type place at the airport where the gates are, after you go through security. My DSi is dead and my iPod is at home, so I figure why not find the book I really want to read, Jane Austen and Seth IDRC's Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Unfortunately, this crapshack excuse for a bookstore did not have the book, it did however have Glenn Beck's new piece of kindling. Instead, I select a book that I saw an aquaintance read, and enjoy, about a year prior. I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell, by Tucker Max. I start reading it on the plane, and immediately realize the graphic nature of this literature. It is, in short, about a guy telling stories of his life of being an alcoholic man-whore. It is rather entertaining, although I refuse to allow my father to even look at the book, because I knew he'd start lecturing me about it being vile filth.

We land in Ohio, meet my grandparents, have dinner, and go to their house. They live in one of the smallest towns I have ever seen. It has one single stop light, and a McDonalds. That's.About.It.

Part Two: Game Day (Saturday)
Now, I have never lived in Ohio for more than like two weeks, and that's only because I was on an extended vacation, because my life is oh so hard. My father, however, has successfully brainwashed me, since birth, to like, and support Ohio State over any other team. And when I go into full on support mode, it means red. and lots of it. I have collected a full on costume of Ohio State clothing and accessories ranging from Ohio State underwear, to a wrist band that says 'Beat Michigan,' to Ohio State socks that go up to my mid-shin, to an Ohio State blanket that I use as a cape. I, of course, wear all of these things along with everything else Ohio State except for my Jeans. My favorite part of the outfit is the socks that I wear with my Ohio State flip flops. Sounds like a good idea, sort of, but add in the 49 degree weather with a wind chill of the last layer of Hell, and you get some problems...
We arrive in Columbus and find parking in some company's parking lot with a man in front collecting money to let us park. Not uncommon on game day. However, this man appeared as if his last warm meal was in a soup kitchen and that his favorite sport is to sit on a corner with a paper cup filled with nickles! (For those of you who don't understand what I'm saying, he appears to be a bum)
We give him the fifteen, yes FIFTEEN dollars to park there, and he gives us a ticket that could have been bought at a staples no less than a day ago. I smelled a scam, which, if it was, I would have applauded the man for such a successful plot to get money, and would have gladly bought him a hot dog, or some shampoo...

I look around as we walk, seeing everybody wearing their OSU clothing. Generally when i wear the full outfit, I feel rather out of place, especially when you live in (State far form Ohio) when everybody supports (Football team that Ohio State lost to a few years ago) However, even though I'm redder than an apple, feel at home. Although I am the only one at the game wearing flip-flops. Force of habit I guess...
We walk to the Horse Shoe (The Ohio State football Stadium) and take our seats. This, however, was quite difficult since we were ion the C deck in the nose bleeds and there was a line for the elevator filled with old people. The game begins..There is a Sea of Scarlet and Gray..The kickoff..ooooooooOOOOOOOO O-H-I-O!!

The first half is a bit of a drag, but when that second half came, Tressel turned them all into a higher gear, because they just creamed em! The final score was 38-7. It would have been a shut out, but the Golden Gophers manage to make a touchdown late in the fourth. We watch the band do script Ohio, and walk back to the car. We get to stop by a book store so I can buy my own copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. We get back to the car, and go back to my grandparents' house. My sister(3) and her boyfriend Brett have driven up here from Virginia, or wherever they live. Brett separated his shoulder playing touch football with a team that's filled bunch of girls. He is thus renamed Brettany. (Clever, no?)

We eat dinner, and play some Blokus. (For those of you who don't know what Blokus is, figure it out.) After slaughtering everyone, we all head in, and I keep reading my book. It makes me want to become a cocky a**hole, but then I realize...I'm already a cocky a**hole... oh well...

Part three: Alex gets hit in the face with a football; hilarity ensues.

I get home, go out to eat with my parents, aunt, and uncle. I take S with me to Frizbee. I want to date her but I'm stuck in the friend zone...typical...
We're playing football, i'm on defense guarding a guy, i know the ball is getting thrown to him, i put my hands in front of his, and BAM! ball hits me right on the right side of my eye. It sucks but I'm not a pansy. I get laughed at for the rest of the game, and the rest of the time there. Idc.

I'm done with this blog


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Observations

My toilet makes a high-pitched squeal after every flush

I lost my DSi charger

If I'm on the internet, and my dad gets on the internet on his computer, my computer gets slow and pissy

If I took every article of clothing and every hanger in this house, I would have twice as many hangers as clothing

I'm a professional at loosing things

My doctor has it out for me

Insurance companies hate diving boards

Both me and my father are terrible artists

I'm surprised to hear the school band thinks I'm gay when I've dated 4 girls from it.

Ultimate Frizbee should be an Olympic sport

Americans hate terrorism but support a flag that symbolizes a war that has killed more Americans than all of the other American wars combined

Compulsive buying is the only mental disorder that can help the nation's economy

Children can never not be bored

Facebook is more addicting than methamphetamine

Shay Pringle still owes me pictures from Freshman year

My last name is a city in Germany

Somewhere in my back yard, my Barney lays buried

One who repeats the same phrases over and over is called crazy,
If one has students in front of him and repeats the same phrases over and over is called Magister

Google's "Did you mean" feature has increased my spelling ability ten fold...or perhaps it has decreased it...

I do not intend on taking another online class for the rest of my life as long as ANGEL Learning is the site I must use

By thinking of M, I succeed in giving myself a stomach ache...by mere thought

I probably have a greater carbon footprint than my friends

I was taught that the Tooth-Fairy is an balding fat guy that lives in New Jersey who takes your teeth and uses them to make toilets

I don't remember ever going a full week without eating something with the word "pizza" in it

Mein Deutch ist nicht sehr gut, aber Ich leibe dich

The capitol of Burkina Faso is Ouagadougou, pronounced /ˌwɑːɡəˈduːɡuː/,

The Simpson's is starting to get old

And this blog is too... goodbye.

Snot nose

I've been needing to update this, so I am, (obviously)

Well. I've got a cold. So that sucks. I also broke up with the french girl. Reason? She was just...annoying. My mother says I'm heartless. She, however, has forgotten that I am nearly , and can run my own love life. She has decided to turn all my sisters and my cousin against me and have them call me a terrible person.

But anyway... So now I'm 'single'
I'll give you more info on a later post.

Right now I'm watching Lady Gaga on SNL singing Poker Face via piano. She's a weird little transvestite, isn't she?

I should be doing my online classes right now...too bad I'm really lazy...
I apologize for the lack of a good story for this post. My illness has killed my memory glands.

OoH! I remember what I did today!
I want to a swim meet!
That's right, I'm on the swim team at my school. I'm only good at the 50 freestyle. Sometimes the 100 freestyle...
But I AM the fastest 50 freestyler on the team. My fastest time being 24.13 seconds. Hopefully I will beat that in a few weeks. I'll let ya know. Btw, we won the meet.

What else is happening? Oh! I visited MLA, well, she visited me at the swim meet. Then we walked around town for a while... I'll finish the story later...

I named this "Snot nose" because that's what I have right now. TMA, right?

Update on BFT: So i talked it out with P and it's cool now with us 2. Always a good thing.

Also, sometimes I go through my old posts and change them a little bit, so you aren't going crazy.


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School on a Monday?

I'm in Virginia!
I went to South Carolina to see my uncle, and have him do my senior pictures. I am SO good looking...
And now I'm in Richmond visiting sister #3. I'm watching some Sunday NFL.
I don't like professional football. I like college football, but not the NFL, and I think i figured out why...
1: These people get paid nearly 1,000,000 dollars a YEAR! They, however, only provide entertainment, and don't contribute to society except to entertain. They, however, are not in the same boat as Movie Stars, because movies, and some actors, actually contribute to society.
2: Professional football players don't do anything with their lives except play football, but they still end up millionaires. Stupid, muscular, undeserving millionaires. When we have teachers that can barely support themselves.
3: It's just...guh...Idk. I just don't like it. They're all old and run slowly...

So since I'm in Virginia, and that's 12 hours away from home, I'll be missing Monday. This'll be the 3rd Monday of no school for me. Last weekend was a teacher's thing, and the week before that was Labor Day. Hence the name.

I went to the doctor's a few days ago because I have a cough that sounds like a dog bark. It shakes the windows and disturbs all of my classes when I do it. All of the kids look at me and think that I deliberately cough that loud. I don't.

The doctor just so happens to be MLA's father. He doesn't like me at all, and made it known when I was there...I'd tell more but I'm really lazy...

Update on M: I found out that she didn't delete her Facebook, as I thought... She actually blocked me... Like I originally thought... Lovely. My plan might be to mail her a letter... I have from a source that she might be coming around and might actually talk to me again. Hopefully....

College (not deep)

1/3rd of the way through a 3-day weekend.
It's a college weekend. I'm at FSU.
"Where all of your dreams will come true!"
They beat JSU 19-9. Sounds good right?
They did terrible. Everything went wrong. It was incredibly lucky that they won.
I saw my friend who's in the FSU band. She could have kicked better than the FSU kicker.
OSU lost. Unsurprising. But still depressing.
Michigan beat #18 Notre Dame!
Today, when the sun comes up, I'm gonna get a tour of campus. Should be fun.
Monday, I get to see sister #1 in action at her high school teaching math!
Every period, I'm gonna change my story of where I came from...
Alaska...
Canada...
Germany maybe? I can't do a German accent.
I have a cough that breaks windows and makes dogs howl. People mistake it for a sneeze.
Should be fun...
Then I go see MLA at her college!!
Should be fun.
Too bad her college sucks and I'm not even allowed in her room.
Then home. Swim meet Tuesday. Exciting indeed.


Update on Big Fat Truck: I'm contemplating whether I should call P and talk to him man-to-man about what I think and what he thinks. It'd be the adult thing to do...

Update on M: since BFT happened, I've been thinking of fixing that problem a little sooner than planned, since now I sit near her at lunch, which, you know, kills me slowly. But I still don't know what to do...

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Big fat truck

I met this guy. We'll call him P He seemed nice. Became good friends with him. We liked generally the same things. Hung out a lot. He was once mistaken as my "best friend."

The thing with him was that he was just awful with girls. He wasn't socially awkward with them. He actually attracted just about all of them. The only problem with him was that he, for some reason, couldn't handle the relationship scene, and just bounced the girl out of his life for reasons unknown and then turn it around to make it her fault. I saw him do this to at least 2 different girls (during our junior year) and then one more girl that's a bit more important to the story. We'll call her S.

So S is the new in girl for P. They never actually officially dated (as most people assumed)

But they practically were. Without actual physical interaction for some apparent reason.

And this goes on. Then they "break up" or whatever you want to call it. He bounces her out. Then he bounces her back in. Then back out again. And now a trilogy seemed on the horizon. They start "talking" as my friend MLA likes to refer it as.

He ALSO starts talking with my friend MLA. Fortunately the two girls were in different countries at the time. And they were never really friends, so P was in the clear, partially.

So (this is what I get from sources to be left anonymous) he talks with MLA, S, and a third girl.

"Talking" by the way is 1) The act of discussing the possibility of dating. 2) the process of getting to know a person before officially dating.

So P is talking to 3 girls. 2 of them start talking and that blows up in his face. However, since he's a professional at taking the screw ups he's made and manipulate them into just another day in the life of P.

But this 3rd girl, S, still hangs on. (Somehow)

And nothing severe happens until school starts. They go back to their "talking" with little to no results.

All of a sudden, she does something that just explodes into some sort of fight. He bounces her out, again.

She finally flies right and realizes that she shouldn't have to deal with his crap any more.

And I think I have figured out his philosophy.

He is incredibly self centered. He only thinks about himself and what he can do to keep himself happy. When he is "talking" with a girl, he goes as far as he can with the "relationship" until one thing goes wrong (regardless of who's fault it is) and then he just stops caring and bounces the girl right out again.

I've seen it done so many times I could smell it happening if I was 1,000 miles away!

So this girl once sat with us at lunch for a while. She gets bounced out, and then one day I go sit by her. I don't really like sitting there because M, the girl from my last post, sits around there and I get a big knot in my stomach when I'm around her...

I go sit by her, we talk about how big of an A-hole P has become to both of us, for no apparent reason.

Later that day, he starts conversing with my girlfriend (I'll tell you about her in another post) and says things to her that I told him in confidence. Of course the lovely thing about P is that if you want to tell him something, you better be ready to see it plastered over the cover of the New Yorker. So now she gets upset, and I get upset, and P just starts being more and more of a jerk.
This brings me to my 2nd note on the P philosophy:
Even someone who was once mistaken as his best friend, can just out of the blue get on his bad side, he twists it around in a way to make me seem like the jerk, and then just becomes worst enemies with me, all at the drop of a hat.

So now we will see if things can get better. I don't want to not be friends with the guy, he's nice sometimes, S and I agree, but now he's just in one of his A-hole moods and I'm getting dragged along for the ride. He needs to realize that when true friendship stares him right in the face, that he shouldn't just throw it away over something stupid.

I titled this "Big Fat Truck" because when I first started writing it, I wanted to throw him in front of one.

And if he is reading this, please know, P that if you don't stop acting incredibly self-centered, cocky, and arrogant, more of your friends will leave you, you will never have a decent relationship, and you will (hopefully) realize the err of your ways and go back to the P we all knew and didn't hate. The first thing you should try is to stop smoking pot, again.

M

So last year, I started dating this girl. We'll call her M. She was the best person I've ever had the honor to date. We were great for each other and had lots of fun. Then around my birthday, I T.P.ed my worst enemy's house who just happened to be one of her ex-boyfriends. She doesn't want me to do it but me and a few friends do it anyway. The next day, I find out that she calls him and tells him that I did it. So I get pissed and I break up with her. But then I had some time to think, to reassess our relationship. I did, and I realized I made a huge mistake, and I got her back.
And life was good.
Then I started thinking, (unfortunately) and then one week later, I call her up and say that we've "drifted apart" and a bunch of other B.S. I know now that that is a ridiculous reason for the circumstances because since we had a fight one week prior, we never even got to go on a date or anything to reconnect and realized how much we loved each other... So my reason was bogus... I think it might have been because the relationship was getting too real for me, and that scared me? I don't know...

But I did it. I broke up with her, again. We still wanted to be friends and we did stay friends. I even took her home one day and... nevermind...

So we try and stay friends, and it works for a while. But then we start acting a mean to each other because we still liked one another. However we stick through it and try to stay friends. We always apologized about whatever we did to make eachother mad at that moment in time. Just back and forth apology after apology.
The fights start getting worse and we start thinking one of us is mad at the other.
Then it just simmered in a vat of annoyance and arguments.
She stops liking to talk to me (expected)
She stops liking me all (also expected)
I, instead of try to solve the problem (if that's even possible) open up an entirely new fight. This, however, is the last straw, the end of the line. The next time I talked to her I tried to smooth things over. Her response?
"please leave me alone forever
i have no interest in talking to you
whatsoever
is that clear ?
now back off"

Knife through the heart...
The only girl I truly loved...
But I brought it upon myself, so please don't feel bad for me.
So what do I do now? Well, I've been trying what I think will work to try and get her to talk to me, because to this day, 3+ months later, She hasn't said a word do me. Not face to face, not on the phone, not via internet... nothing...
The only things I've really been trying was talk to her friends who are also my friends and see if her opinion of me has changed...it has not...
One of our mutual friends had a birthday party and M said to her that if I come that she'll leave until I leave... I deserve that...
All I want is to talk to her... I see her every day at school... and every time I do I bite the inside of my mouth to try and keep my composure...

I've run out of ideas for me to do. I'm thinking about mailing her a letter... although I doubt she'll open it...

If she wants to talk to me, regardless, whether she just had a breakup, or if she wants to yell at me for all of the things I've done to her, I'll be glad to listen...

And if she's reading this, then I'd just like to say that I'm sorry, and I hope you will find it in your heart to talk to me again... even if I don't deserve it...

Update, Dec 13, 2009: I know i usually update on new Blogs, but I've decided to not do that any more, and I don't want eeveryone to see this and think i'm insane,
but anyways
M had unblocked me
I can't put into words what emotions I feel, but I'll just say that they are positive ones.